#...or something. I don't know how to explain

[xiao-come-home]

Thinking about being enthralled by mydei, anaxa and phainon's beauty,, gn!reader, implied to have hair in phainon's part. 900+ words. On this blog we're delusional until it becomes real 😔🤚 THEY WILL BE HAPPY.

Mydei:

"You... You're so beautiful," your palms cradle Mydei's cheeks, your thumb emphasizes your words as it rubs up and down in a repeated motion, "you're just like a painting... No, better, better than this. I can't keep my eyes off you."

Mydei's arms hold your waist tightly as you straddle his lap; he knows everything you say is true. Your eyes sparkle with adoration, you're quite literally mesmerized by him.

He breaks the eye contact, sighs, and eventually looks at the ordinary floor behind you. His eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, but not in anger - rather, in shyness. His cheeks slowly gain a beautiful vermilion color, crumbling his facade.

"I want to look at you for eternity, until I lose my eyesight—"

"Love, please—"

You squish his cheeks in response, puckering out his lips and giving them a kiss.

"Ah! Perhaps this is not a blessing, but a curse. Carved by the gods themselves, sent to endlessly tempt me!"

This isn't the first time you've cried over Mydei's shockingly good appearance, but for some reason, you manage to outdo yourself and make Mydei's cheeks burn hotter than previously every time.

Your hand now traces his red markings tenderly, "This is ridiculous... How, how?! Nothing can compare to you, Mydeimos. Your dashing looks! It hurts me like a dagger, but the pain is so sweet, it makes me addicted to it!"

Mydei takes the remaining palm off his face, easily encasing your hand in his and resting it on your thigh.

"Calm down. I... Appreciate your words, but there's no need for drastic measures like this," he explains calmly, yet, his voice is somewhat timid.

"Absolutely not. It can't end like this," you begin to fumble with your shirt, undoing the buttons in haste.

"Love, don't, we're in public—"

"I need to preserve this beauty. There's no time to waste."

Anaxa:

"If only you paid the same amount of attention to my lecture instead of slacking off the entire time," Anaxa's tired tone hits your ears as he turns around to face you, crossing his arms, "care to explain what was so entertaining on my face that you had to stare?"

You approach Anaxa slowly, wrapping your arms around his hips and placing your chin on his crossed arms; at this point, you can't battle the incoming grin on your face.

"Anaxa—"

"—goras,"

You clear your throat, "Anaxagoras, your unmatched beauty has blinded me. Your soft, mint hair embracing your face so elegantly, your body held me in a trance, built so perfectly... Although your teaching carries wisdom others can only dream of, my mind could only focus on the sound coming past your soft lips, ah! Almost as if a choir of godly beings whispered in my ears, enveloping me in a hold so warm."

Anaxa's usual, blank expression scrunches up at the end of your sentence, offering you only a raised brow.

"I was about to fall for your myriad of grand terminologies. Unfortunately, you ruined it at the very finish. What a shame," his turquoise eye bore into yours. A slight pain rushes to your forehead, as Anaxa's fingers give it a flick; with a whine, one of your arms lets go of his hips and begins to rub the pain away.

"And yet, you still can't get enough of me," you stick out your tongue at Anaxa playfully.

One of his hands pushes your chin up, while the other moves your hand away from your forehead, soothing the pain he inflicted earlier with his very own, "Perhaps I don't mind making my life more difficult than it should be."

While his words may be harsh, Anaxa's lips land upon your forehead - contradictory for some, reassuring for you.

Phainon:

"Phainon, you're cruel."

The white-haired male lays comfortably on the bed with your head on his chest. He plays with your hair gently, careful not to make any knots. He opens only one eye to glance at you, smiling.

"You're up to something, I know it! So, what did I do this time?" Phainon asks almost in excitement, anticipating your reply.

"Phainon. Why are you so beautiful? Everything about you is perfect. Your pearly white hair, almost like the newly fallen snow, your perfect ocean-like eyes that I drown in every day. The way your hand fits in mine, like we've been made for each other,"

His sapphire eyes widened, staring directly into yours as you propped yourself on your elbow to look at him. His mouth opened, but he was swiftly cut off by your words yet again.

"You know, your smile melts my worries away. I love the way the corners of your lips go up even when you see me from a distance. And I love how squishy your cheeks are..." You pinch his cheek, earning a shy laugh from your boyfriend.

He catches your hand by the wrist and brings it to his lips - his eyes close, but Phainon kisses your fingers before peeking back at you with a grin.

"How can you say that about me, when I have you?" He brings your hand close to his cheek, nuzzling into it, "You are perfect. Your voice, your eyes, your nose, even everything you consider as your imperfections - is what makes me love you even more."

Despite his touching words, you don't fall for his trap.

"Phainon, you know I'm right. It's you."

"Is that so? Personally, I think I'm more right than you," he blows a raspberry on your wrist, chuckling at your offended huff.

"Your confidence sickens me. Your eyelashes are so stunning! Mine can only wish to be like this!"

Phainon retaliates, "My eyelashes? Your eyebrows have the most perfect shape that exists. I know because I counted every hair."

And thus, you've opened a Pandora's box of never-ending discussion.

Wait... What did he just say?

[anamateurhumanbeing]

Is C&A abandoned? This was Pomni's reply when asked how she ended up in the circus.

Remember this line in the pilot?

It sounds like the gap between Pomni joining and whoever last joined was quite a while. That doesn't sound likely if the circus was actively being monitored.

"Some weird headset"

Pomni didn't know what she was getting into when she put on the headset. No one else has ever described something like that. Maybe Pomni was going through an abandoned C&A building and put the headset on for shits and giggles, not expecting it to work, because nothing was working.

This does somewhat contradict my previous theory that Caine was actively being monitored, though it is possible that Caine doesn't know everyone who was working on him is gone anymore. A computer running not knowing it's creators don't care about it anymore.

I guess the one little oddity the theory doesn't explain is Pomni arriving in the circus the same day Kaufmo abstracted. That does seem like a mighty big coincidence to happen if someone didn't actively send Pomni in as a replacement because they knew Kaufmo was gone. Not impossible, but definitely unlikely. IDK, I'm not definitively saying that this is what happened, just throwing out what came into my mind when I first heard that line.

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or off-brand gossip girl.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ this is a day late because i was celebrating midsummer with my family yesterday <3 i hope you like it!!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

"i was gonna go see her, but when i went to our meeting place, she was there with another guy, and left with him. then when i asked her about it, she lied. so i'm pretty sure he's hooking up with him and i'm the biggest fucking idiot on planet earth."

the gears in vivian's head turned, until the small smile on her lips slowly vanished when she finally realized why the story was so familiar. "holy shit." she mumbled, eyes as wide as saucers, "you're him."

"what?"

"you're MalachiConstant."

"how do you know about that?" rafe asked, his breath catching in his throat, "did she... she told you?"

"wait... you know who she is? like, her real identity?" vivian asked, the moment uncomfortably sobering for rafe, the boy looking away, "why haven't you told her?"

rafe sighs, turning to look out at the scenery in front of him, "you wouldn't get it." "well, stop being melodramatic and try to explain it to me." vivian rolled her eyes, making rafe let out a quiet chuckle.

"i'm afraid she's gonna think i'm a douchebag, or something." "she probably will. she can be judgmental." rafe's brows furrowed, "said with affection." vivian rolled her eyes, "but trust me, she judges herself a lot more than she judges anyone else. and trust me, she's not hooking up with anyone. it's adorably pathetic how obsessed she is with you."

"really?"

"i don't think i've ever seen her smile as much as she has after you two started talking. she's not good with guys, or even people in general but she really seems to like you. i have no idea what she sees in you, to be honest."

"gee, thanks." "but she's been overthinking a lot since you've been ghosting her. she's been going crazy worrying that you don't care about her and she ruined… whatever you two have going on. but rafe, i want you to seriously think this through. she doesn't trust people easily, and i don't want for her to have to go through heartbreak. so if you're just gonna… dump her when you get bored of her… please, just… let her be." vivian brought her hand to his shoulder. "cause if you hurt her, i'm cutting your dick off."

rafe let out a chuckle, nodding, "can i… ask you for a favor?" "no promises." "can you just… not tell her yet? just wait a bit until i feel like i can do it." "although i am fond of gossip, it's not my secret to tell." vivian took a chug out of her bottle, "but you should tell her soon. i think she deserves to know the identity of the random guy she's talked online who she's pretty much head-over-heels for. even if it's a douchebag like you." vivian grinned, stepping towards the patio door, "good night, no-longer-mystery guy." vivian's words make the boy snort, "night." he mumbled, the girl leaving the patio, unaware of the girl listening over to the conversation.

you were wrapped up in a blanket, 10 things i hate about you, you and vivian’s shared comfort movie playing on your laptop while angel was in your arms, the little kitty purring as you stroked her soft fur. you looked down at your phone, at all the texts vivian had ignored.

YOU: i'm so sorry.

YOU: i never should've said those things.

YOU: i was hurt and i took it out on you. it wasn't okay, but i hope you know how much i regret it. i miss you.

however, your wallowing in self pity was interrupted when you got a new notification from KildareUChats. you opened the app, your heart beating against your chest when you noticed that MalachiConstant had messaged you after a day of radiosilence.

MalachiConstant: im sorry ive been a dick MalachiConstant: and i miss you MalachiConstant: im drunk but im an idiot

you couldn't help the small smile that took over your lips, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. you kicked your feet against the mattress, letting out a quiet, excited squeal that caught angel's attention, "sorry." you mumbled, pressing a kiss on top of her head, before turning back to your phone, texting MalachiConstant back.

YOU: idiot. ❤️

you woke up to the sound of someone bursting into your room, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, until you noticed the flurry of pink hair entering your room, carrying white boxes that you immediately guessed were donuts.

"jesus, vivian!" you mumbled groggily, running a hand through your messy hair, "you scared me half to death…" "sorry, man." she giggled, putting the donuts down onto your bedside table, "i'm still a bit drunk from a party i went to last night." she crashed onto your bed, turning to look at you.

"i'm sorry about the things i said to you, viv." you frowned at her, your mind still groggy with sleep. the girl smiled, taking your hand in hers. "i'm sorry, too. boys are the stupidest thing to fight about. totally not worth it."

you chuckled softly, "well, speaking of boys…" "oh, god. mystery boy news?" "sorry, we don't have to talk about him if you don't want to." you feel your cheeks getting warm, vivian grabbing the box off the nightstand and placing it between you two; when she opened, your suspicions were proven correct. donuts. "if i'm gonna have to listen to your love life without yacking, i'm gonna need some donuts in me."

RAFE: hey

UNKNOWN: who dis?

RAFE: rafe RAFE: i asked top for your number

UNKNOWN: ok

RAFE: listen, i need some advice RAFE: should i ask her to meet up again?

UNKNOWN: jesus christ UNKNOWN: you asked top for my number for advice on my best friend?

RAFE: pls viv

VIVIAN: fine. then do it loser VIVIAN: and this time don't leave before she can get there. and tell top to not give out my number again.

rafe rolls his eyes and takes in a deep breath, going to KildareUChats, his heart racing in his chest; he types the message and erases it for about a thousand times, before he was finally satisfied with it, pressing enter before he could regret it.

MalachiConstant: hi, i know we were supposed to meet and i kinda fumbled it, but i wanted to ask if you'd be willing to try it again? i get it if it's too late but you can't blame a dude for trying. anyway lmk.

rafe's message was marked 'read' within seconds of him sending it; but several minutes ticked by with no response. maybe you were trying to find a way to let him down easy, or telling him you weren't interested… but soon enough, he got a response.

AnnabelLee: let's do it. monday, at 6pm in front of the fountain?

MalachiConstant: it's a date.

rafe ran a hand through his hair as he reread your message over and over again; he finally felt like he was ready to tell you who he was. even if things change.

monday morning came, but for some reason, you didn't feel nervous at all. if anything, it was like your stomach was bustling with butterflies, and you felt... ready to meet whoever you'd been chatting to online.

your earbuds were in your ears as you made your way towards your first lecture for the day, humming along to fleetwood mac's sara. you spotted vivian and zainab almost immediately, but the two girls didn't seem to notice you, too busy hunched over and looking at something on vivian's phone, giggles echoing around the classroom.

you made your way over to them, and as soon as you pulled your chair back, the two of them looked up at you in complete alarm. you let out a soft laugh, looking between the two with furrowed brows as you sat down, "who died?" but neither of your friends laughed, you started to feel unnerved, "did... did someone actually die?"

vivian and zainab shared a look, before sliding the girl's phone over to you. you picked it up, but as soon as you saw the screen, your blood ran cold. it was a post on KildareUBlindItems, and the subject was 'MalachiConstant'.

"what..."

'overheard at friday's party: football team captain and fraternity president with the initials r.c was telling a certain pink-haired party girl that he's secretly into some chick he met online who he hasn't even met. he goes by MalachiConstant. no one seems to know who the mystery girl is.'

your eyes widened as you re-read the post, starting to put the pieces together... you turned to look to vivian with your jaw clenched in anger, unable to bite your tongue.

"rafe cameron is MalachiConstant? and you knew?"

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[bougie-gig-worker]

You aren't understanding this post at all. Please pick up a pencil. Create something. This is NOT about the struggle. Its about the positive feelings that come from the fruits of that struggle. That isnt "fetishization of labor" or whatever the fuck it is literally how the feel good chemicals in your brain work. It isn't good to "struggle" it is good to GROW and growing CAN be painful.

Like ya'll need to calm down with this idea that creative pursuits are labor or struggle in the same way exploitative labor is. It absolutely isn't and its the sort of struggle that leads to positive outcomes, enrichment and a better understanding of yourself.

If you don't understand the difference between forcing yourself to build skills and be uncomfortable because you need to to survive and doing so for your enrichment and passion... I don't know how to explain it to you.

One thing I’ve noticed about AI users is that they are completely repulsed by the notion of feeling bad or frustrated for even the slightest moment

[dating-eveeything]

could you please do a dorian fic? Maybe angsty, since he seems to only want friendship, even tho trap dorian mentions being interested in fwb? (Like maybe the mc is interested in love but woukd take anything they can get with him) Or smth else, maybe end in comfort, its up to you, i just havent seen any fics of him!!

Ty 🫶

Can't go through with it

Summary: During a heated encounter with Trap Dorian, you try your best to be respectful of all the other Dorian's boundaries

Featuring: Dorian (specifically Trap Dorian, but others are mentioned)

Fic type: slight angst(?), slight lime (making out, some grinding) in the beginning, and comfort in the end

No specific pronouns used, no use of y/n

Thank you for being my first request <3

He kept you pushed against the wall, hand gently caressing your torso as yours rest on his bare shoulders. The heated kisses he's offering you are nothing but pleasurable, if your quiet moans were anything to go by. Both of your bodies were running hot as his crotch grinded on yours, one of his hands holding your leg up against him to get better access. It was hot, he was hot.

But there was a nagging issue in the back of your head, one not even this impromptu make out session could stop you from thinking about. And Trap Dorian could somehow tell, somehow feel how slightly unfocused you were. "Hey," he mutters, raising his hand from your torso to your face "you alright?" His tone was nothing but sweet as he asked.

With a shake of your head you pull your hands off of him and shake your leg free from his grip, now back to standing with both. He still had you trapped on the wall, but seeing how you were letting yourself go from him he takes a small step back to give you more space to breathe. "What's wrong sweetheart?" Your eyes made contact with his, and for a second you wanted to ignore it all and go back to making out with him; it would be easier that way wouldn't it?

"it's just..." You begin, looking off to the side, leaning into his palm "I don't think it's right." Trap Dorian raises a brow in confusion "What's not right? Did I do something wrong? Cross a boundary by accident?" His question hit too close to home, yet somehow missed the door. "It's not you crossing boundaries. Dorian, it's me who did" the shameful look on your face makes Trap Dorian's heart burn, his hand coming up so he can cup your face with both and make you look at him.

"what do you mean?" His black eyes searching for the answer he somehow doesn't know.

"The other Dorian's..." You begin, hearing his breath hitch for just a moment, "they don't want this. I can't... I can't do this knowing you're all sort of like- I don't know, a hive mind or something." There's a pause, the air so thick you felt like you were going to choke on it before Trap Dorian starts laughing.

His laughing reverberates onto you, his hands shaking and bringing your face along for the ride. "A hivemind? Is that what people think of us as?" He asks between huffs and some chuckles. It's obvious he's trying to calm down from the surprise gigglefest. "I don't know! You guys all know the same stuff somehow, what am I supposed to assume??" You press, trying to keep the conversation serious while also hiding your embarrassment.

"Oh, sweetheart" Trap Dorian pressing his hands closer to your face, almost squishing your cheeks together in the process ",I'm touched you care so much about the others feelings." And you think that's where he'll stop, that he'll try and continue the make out without any other comment, but he continues. "We do sort of.. Share our thoughts- well, not really. We all just sort of... Know? But we are, sort of, different people." His explanation is confusing and he knows it, shrugging a few times as it's really hard for him to explain it. "I want this, want you, but if you really don't want to- in fear of making the others uncomfortable somehow, I won't force you." He leans his forehead on yours, eyes closing to revel in your warmth, feeling your breath stutter across his face. "Shame too, you're a real good kisser." He whispers that last part, getting a quiet laugh out of you followed by a 'thanks' just barely audible.

The two of you sort of stay like that, leaning foreheads together and simply enjoying the others presence and hold.

[himasgod]

can I request the overblot boys (hcs) with a fem reader who has curly hair. but when she went to twst she didn't get any products (Crowley would NOT give us shit) so she didn't do her curls until she got products and got to do her routine again and actually wear her curls for the first time in NRC

(if u don't do multiple ppl then can I js get Vil with this)

OVERBLOTS X READER

Where you have curly hair and you start to do your curls properly

Vil definitely noticed when your curls weren't defined, but he assumed it was a stylistic choice or a wash-and-go day.

When you walk into the hall with your curls fully revived and styled, he slowly raises an eyebrow.

"Oh? Darling, is that your natural curl pattern?"

When you tell him you finally got your products and could do your routine again, he's intrigued, and a little horrified that you had to go without proper haircare.

"Ugh. Typical of that insufferable man. No understanding of maintenance. None."

Vil goes into mentor mode.

"What's your curl type? 3A? 3C? Do you use heat? What's your drying method?"

He's already sketching a custom hair regimen in his mind.

He pulls a few strings and suddenly you have access to top-tier products from Pomefiore’s exclusive inventory.

You try to refuse, but he won't let you settle for “bargain-bin conditioner.”

"You were already beautiful, but now you're radiant. Your curls frame your face like a crown, and I expect you to treat them as such."

He'll teach you how to preserve them overnight, how to pineapple your hair, and even offer to silk-wrap your pillow if you stay over at Pomefiore.

Jamil has sharp eyes—you know he noticed your hair before, but he didn't comment.

He probably assumed the frizz or undefined curls were just how your hair always looked… until one day you walk into Scarabia with your full routine done, curls defined.

"… You did something different. Not that I was watching—I mean, I wasn't—well, I was, but not like—"

sighs internally

He's flustered.

It's cute.

You explain the whole “no products until now” thing and he’s immediately sympathetic.

"That's rough. Honestly, not surprised Crowley wouldn't think to provide that."

He offers to help you track down specific ingredients or oils if you want to DIY your routine—Scarabia’s got access to spices and natural oils you could definitely use.

He won't admit it directly, but your curls? Devastating to him.

He likes the way they bounce when you laugh and how your silhouette changes in the sunlight.

Occasionally brushes your curls out of your face without saying a word.

Kalim bursts in like: “You look AMAZING today!!”

Jamil mutters under his breath: “She looks amazing every day…”

Riddle is baffled the first time he sees you with your curls.

“You look… different today,” he says, trying to maintain composure.

He is staring. He does not mean to stare. But he is staring.

You explain it's your natural hair texture and that you couldn't do your curly hair routine before now because you didn't have the products.

"That is unacceptable. As a dorm leader, I demand that Crowley provide proper grooming necessities for all students. I'll write him an official complaint."

Once he realizes that this is how your hair looks when it's healthy and cared for, he starts complimenting it—awkwardly, but sweetly.

"Your curls suit you… No, I mean they frame your face well. Er, aesthetically pleasing… That's what I meant."

He secretly memorizes what products you tell like and restores them without you.

Leona notices the change immediately.

One afternoon, you walk into the botanical garden with your curls out and his eyes visibly track you from head to toe.

"Damn. That's what your hair actually looks like?"

He is shook.

He asks if he can touch it. Not in a weird way—he's just genuinely fascinated.

He's never seen curls like yours before and he's very tactile, so he'll run his fingers through a curl and let it bounce back, amused.

"You've been hiding this the whole time? Tch. Waste."

When you tell him you couldn't do your curls because you didn't have products, he gets pissed.

"That damn Crowley. Of course he'd dump a herbivore in here without even the bare minimum."

He will absolutely have stuff delivered from Sunset Savanna (or just swipe from someone's shipment).

Compliments your curls like it's no big deal.

"You look hot. Curls work for you. Keep it that way."

Refuses to admit he's been glancing at you more than usual.

Azul pretends he didn't notice the drastic change, but his reaction gives him away.

"Welcome to the Lou—uh, I mean—Yuu. You look… different. Not bad. I mean—good. You look good. Yes. That."

You explain the situation about not having curly hair products and its entire meaning shifts.

"I see. How inconsiderate of the Headmage not to equip you with proper grooming tools."

Azul offers to source imported hair products for you at a discounted rate. (You say no—he tries again.)

When he realizes how important this is to you, he tries a different approach: "For you, I could offer them for free. Consider it… good PR."

Lowkey develops a huge weakness for your curls.

He will deny it if Floyd teases him about it, but he definitely stars longer than he should when you play with them.

Secretly imagines you in a mermaid form with curls flowing in water like seafoam.

He doesn't even realize how romantic that is until later.

Idia is on his tablet as usual when you walk into Ignihyde, bouncing hair, curls finally in their full glory.

He looks up once—and then goes completely red.

His hair flares up in pink flames and he nearly drops his tablet.

"Is that… a new skin of yours?!"

You explain the curl care thing and the lack of products, and he just stares at you, like,

“They let you suffer like, without item drops?? That's current villain behavior.”

He goes into researching curly hair routines and Amazon-equivalents in Twisted Wonderland.

Next thing you know, there's a care package outside your door

Every time you wear your curls out, he turns into a stammering mess who can't look you in the eye.

Worships the curls but cannot verbalize it.

Ortho ends up saying it for him:

"Big Brother says you look great! Especially when your hair spirals like this!"

Malleus is so used to be excluded that when you come with your curls defined and radiant, he thinks it must be some kind of costume he wasn't informed about.

"Child of man… your hair is… glowing today"

You explain it's just your natural curls and that you couldn't do your routine before now because of the lack of products.

"So you had to wait to reveal your true hair form. Hm… I understand. Many dragons shed their scales to grow stronger."

He absolutely romanticizes your curls

“They remind me of the curling mist over Briar Valley’s hills at dawn… Spiraling, elegant~”

He offers to send servants to fetch “whatever oils or enchanted waters” you require.

You try to explain it's just gel and leave-in conditioner, but he insists on going above and beyond.

Touches a curl with curiosity.

“So soft…”

(he says it in awe, not creepily, promise.)

He's not shy about admiring you.

He will walk beside you proudly, staring at your curls as they blow in the wind, a tiny smile playing on his lips.

[7arami]

Adding on to Tawky Tawny being Billy's giant pet tiger, Damian would totally be jealous. Like absolutely filled with envy.

He's heard reports of a giant tiger just strolling through Fawcett and needs to have it. When he goes to Fawcett for a little investigating, he gets more or less the same responses from people: "Ohhhh you mean Tawky! Yeah, that's Billy's tiger!"

Damian instantly tracks this Billy, he refuses to acknowledge his last name, and demands to see the tiger. Billy, who is very confused and slightly scared, explains that he can't show him because he doesn't know where Tawky is. This ticks Damian off, cause how can you not keep track of a giant tiger. And Billy has to explain to him that Tawky just comes and gos as he pleases, he doesn't have control over him and he wouldn't want to either, because that wouldn't be very nice.

Damian refuses to leave until he meets Tawky. Which irritates Billy because he's got work to do, both normal civilian work and superhero work. He does his best to lose the kid, but the peace doesn't last long before Damian drops down in front of him. Billy is starting to wonder if this kid put a tracker on him.

It gets closer to the end of the day and Billy's frustration is on the brink of boiling over. He just wants to get back to his apartment and curl up next to Tawky. However, Damian is still following him.

Billy: Don't you have a family and home you should be getting back to. Damian: Tt' like your one to talk, we've been running around this whole city all day. And by the looks of it, I don't think you've got a home to get to either.** Billy: *face becoming all screwed up and red* Bet your parents are relieved you're not home, finally some peace and quiet without an evil brat like you around. Damian: *fists beginning to clench at his sides and glaring angrily at Billy* I am willing to say the same about "your" tiger. He hasn't shown all day, seems like he's taking a much needed break away from you! Billy: Then why are you still here! If you think Tawky is avoiding me, then I should be the last person to bother! **Damian didn't mean to come off as rude, he was concerned just didn't know how to express it. And Billy spoke out of defensiveness.

The argument continues to escalate to the point both boys are grappling with each other on the ground. They are interrupted by something pulling Billy away from Damian. Tawky stands over Damian with Billy held in his mouth by the boy's red sweater.

Tawky licks both the boys faces and hands, healing the scratches and bruises that they had inflicted on one another. They sit there on the side walk, it's night and the street is mostly desolate besides a few cars that drive by every now and then. Tawky curls around the two of the, forcing them to sit against one another.

Finally Damian breaks the silence, apologizing for what he said and for following Billy around all day. Billy forgives him and apologizes as well for what he said.

Billy: *slightly turning his head towards Damian* I'm sorry for calling you 'an evil brat', I don't actually think that. Damian: *huffs and continues to look straight ahead at the road* Not like you know me enough to come to that conclusion. Billy: *turning his head more towards Damian now* You don't think your a bad person, do you? 'Cause your not. Damian: *his eyebrows pinch together as he glares at the floor* Of course not, I have more pride than that! *voice becomes slightly softer* It's just that you don't know me enough to believe otherwise. Billy: *leans back into Tawky more, now looking straight ahead as well* I know that Tawny doesn't behave like this with bad people. And I trust his instincts.

Damian doesn't saying anything after that and neither does Billy. They sit their for a while, relaxing against Tawky Tawny's warm, soft body. Eventually a fancy car stops in front of them. Instinctually, Billy grabs Damian's arm and goes to book it. Only to be stopped by Damian who tells him its alright. Hesitantly, Billy lets go of Damian and watch as the window lowers to reveal an old man in a suit and a much younger man wearing much more casual clothes.

Dick: *sticking half his body out the window, with a clearly concerned expression on his face* Dami! Oh my God! We've been looking all over for you bud! What are you doing here? *looks behind Damian and a little boy and giant tiger* . . . actually, never mind. I think I just answered my own question. Damian: *arms crossed and rolling his eyes* Cease your needless worry, I have everything under control. Dick: *eyes hopping from Damian, Billy, and Tawky very quickly* Look, Dami, I'm very happy that your making friends, but let's be more careful. *speaking in a quieter tone* This is cap's terf, and we need to respect that. Damian: Tt' Oh please, I didn't see the walking light bulb at all today. Billy frowns at that, Damian didn't see him because he was stopping Billy from doing his job. Billy's just lucky that nothing really happened, though he is sad he couldn't help his community out more. Billy: You probably didn't seem him cause you were too busy stalking me! Dick: *glares down at his little brother, Alfred can be heard huffing a laugh behind him* Damian! Damian: *face beginning to redden* I was not stalking you! I was looking for Tawny and you just happened to be my best lead! Dick: *groans with his head in his hands* Dami, please, this is not how you make friends. Damian: *face becoming even redder* He is not my friend! Billy: *pouting a bit* hey Alfred: *a small smile on his face* Well Master Damian, would your 'not-friend' like a ride home? Billy: No! Damian: Yes. Billy: *looking at Damian with a shocked face, then back at Alfred* No, it's alright, for real! I have Tawky to walk me home, so I'll be more than fine! Damian: He left. Billy: *turns to look behind him and is met with an empty sidewalk* Goddammit! *looks up to the sky and screams* TRAITOR!

Billy, reluctantly, let's them drop him off in front of Freddy's house. It's gonna take longer for him to walk to his apartment, but it should be able to fool them. As long as Damian doesn't say anything, which he's not willing to bet on.

Finally they drive off and Billy makes his way back to his apartment where he finds Tawky curled up on his mattress. Too tired to even be upset, Billy squishes himself against Tawky's belly and goes to sleep.

[mooniewritess]

"Mom?"

You hear your little daughter call out for you, and you set the book aside so she can climb on the bed and into your arms.

"Hey, sweetie, what's up?" You ask, wrapping your arms around her so her head rests on your shoulder.

"Why do Luke and Kieran wear masks?"

You tense ever so slightly at that question.

You figured that sooner or later she'd ask. You just hoped it would be later, but deep down, you knew she was too curious for her own good.

"Well, baby..." You start, resting your head on top of her. "You know how twins sometimes look alike?" She nods, listening intently.

"Luke and Kieran did, too. But Kieran got really, really hurt. And his face is different now." You explain, running a gentle hand through her white hair. "So Luke had the idea of wearing masks. So they could look alike again. It's sweet, don't you think?"

She nods again, quietly thinking, before raising her head. "Can I see Kieran without his mask?"

You sigh, and simply shrug. "I don't know." You admit sincerely. "That's something you need to ask him. I can't make this decision for him."

She thinks for a while again, and then nods with determination. "Okay. I will ask him." You chuckle softly, squeezing her in a hug. "Good, baby. Now go to sleep, mh? I'll tell dad to tuck you in."

You kiss the top of her head, and after bidding goodnight, she patters off to her room.

You sigh and rub your eyes, still thinking about your little girl.

When Sylus joins you in bed, he raises an eyebrow, seeing you so pensive. "What's on your mind?"

You cuddle up against him, your head on his chest. "Our baby girl. Sometimes I think she's more mature than I give her credit for."

He chuckles, the sound deep and rich in his chest. "She's your daughter, miss Hunter. She probably is."

You playfully hit his side, rolling your eyes. "Be serious for once!"

He simply chuckles again, holding you tighter. "I am serious. She is smart, and mature. And I don't know what you're so worried about."

You silently shrug, looking up at him. "I'll blink and she won't be our little girl anymore. I'm not ready for that."

He lets out a scoff, his signature smirk plastered on his face. "She's seven. You're thinking a little ahead of yourself."

"Mhmh. Sure. You won't be so smug when she brings home her first partner."

You feel him tense at your words, and he quiets down. "We should sleep now." Is all he replies with, making you chuckle victoriously.

"Kieran! Luke!" Your daughter greets them, running towards them. Specifically, towards Kieran, who happily bends down to pick her up.

"Hey, little boss-lady!" He chirps, holding her. "What's up?"

She looks at both of them, before focusing on Kieran and putting a small hand on the beak of his mask.

"Can I see you without this?"

They both freeze, and Luke turns towards Kieran, visibly nervous. "... Why?"

"I want to see what my brothers look like." She explains with a shrug.

"I don't want to scare you." Kieran adds, in a much lower voice.

She shakes her head, determined. "You will not. I'm a big girl. And I know you."

As hesitant as he still is, he finally caves in. He sets her back down on the ground and crouches next to her. He takes a deep breath, lowers his hood, and then finally takes off his mask.

For a moment, she simply looks at him, but her eyes don't show any fear, or disgust.

Instead, she looks at his scars with curiosity and wonder. "Do they hurt?"

He shakes his head, his voice choked. "No. Not anymore."

She gently pokes at his marks, her head tilted as she observed. "Are you sad?" She asks then, pulling her fingers away when she notices the tears in Kieran's eyes, who quickly tries to blink them away.

"No, no, I... I am actually very happy." He answers, clearing his throat in a useless attempt at steadying his voice.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, hugging him in the same way you do when you try to comfort her. "It's okay! Don't cry, Kieran. It's okay."

He nods, hugging her back, trying to suppress the sobs as he nods into her shoulder. "Yeah. It's okay."

Luke smiles to himself, before hugging both of them and holding them close.

Because they're not EVER's abominations anymore. They aren't only henchmen.

Sometimes, they're just brothers. And it's worth more than anything else.

[askoverkill]

ARMORY. NOW.

transcript below:

(In a whirlwind of motion, you find yourself at the armory door.)

(You.) (Collapse against the door.)

(Dusk needs you.) (He's never burned before.) (If you don't do something, he will.)

(If you don't...) (...)

(But you can't move.) (You need to do something!) (He's in there right now!!!!) (MOVE!!!!)

(STARS, HE'S DYING IN THERE!) (YOU HAVE TO ACT!) (YOU'RE KILLING HIM BY DOING NOTHING!)

-Frin! Siffrin, what's happening?

I-

(What can you even say?) (That your duplicate is in a kiln?) (Hahaha, it's so absurd!) (It's all nonsense!)

...Siffrin? You need to talk. We can't help if we don't know what's wrong.

I think he needs help getting in?

(Weakly, you nod.) (That is one of your problems.)

(Gently, Isabeau moves you to the side.) (He backs up, giving himself plenty of space.) (Then, he rushes forward and-!)

THUNK!

(ISABEAU SLAMMED THE DOOR OPEN!)

Hey! Hey now! That was unnecessary, that door was already unlocked. Do you know how much these doors cost?!

...Because I don't know either! This isn't one of those price games.

What... the...

Siffrin, how'd you know the Director was over here?

(You can't explain!) (YOU CAN'T!!!!)

[hyunles]

Overtime | H. HJ.

pairing: ceo!hyunjin x fem!reader word count: 3,7k genre: smut. +18, MDNI cw: no proofread, explicit wording, boss x employee relationship, kissing, couch sex, oral (f.), fingering, creampie, breast sucking, penetration, unprotected sex (pls don't), brief dirty talk, male whimpering, a lot of moaning. Let me know if I missed something! notes: hyunjin in suit always makes me go feral godddd, he's so handsome as always, english is not my first language, pls consider on giving feedback (in the kindest way possible) taglist and requests are open, feel free to ask! have a nice reading <3

It was time for you to fulfill another of your New Year's resolutions: Get a new job.

As a recent graduate, it was a little difficult for you since everyone asked for a twenty-year-old with thirty years of experience, but you always did your best at job interviews.

Today you were supposed to go to a job interview at a law firm. Your position? Nothing fancy, just the CEO assistant.

Naturally, you were nervous. He was the one interviewing you, so you really hoped to not embarrass yourself.

As you made your way to the entrance of the big building, you could feel your heart rate start to rise. No. You had to calm down.

Taking a deep breath, you got onto the elevator and pressed the needed button. Eight floor.

You reviewed your resume, which wasn't that impressive. You also reviewed a few lines your mother had said would help you a long time ago, when you were in middle school, but they could work now.

The elevator came to a stop and you got out, walking until you reached the office. His office.

You could hear people arguing inside, that made your brows furrow, but you decided to knock either way since it was already the time you were called.

The words stopped and a male voice said something inaudible before a guy about your age walked out, fuming in anger.

"Come in." The same male voice called you.

Your boss. Hwang Hyunjin.

You nodded and walked inside. "Good evening. I'm the applicant for the assistant position." You said and immediately handed him your resume.

He hummed, reading quickly but carefully. "Take a seat." He nodded to the chair across his desk, where you sat a few seconds later.

"A chef at a sushi restaurant and a barista at a cafe? How did you end up here?" Hyunjin said without tearing his eyes away from the paper.

"Everyone is asking for years of experience that are impossible for someone my age. And in your ad, you were asking for an assistant between 25 and 30 years old." You explained calmly, hoping he couldn't notice your nervousness.

"Okay, a 25 year old… Are you organized? Can you handle stress?"

You immediately nodded. "Yes sir, I can, totally. I'm very good at it."

"Good."

Silence again, just the sound of the CEO flipping through the few pages of your resume.

"I want you in my team. If you're interested, you start tomorrow." He said with his serious voice.

Your eyes widened a bit as you smiled ever so slightly. "Thanks sir, that really means a lot."

"It is full time. Monday to Friday from nine to five, an hour of lunch at two, I'd maybe need you to stay overtime but I always notify you in advance." He started. "You have social security and a month of paid vacation when you choose it, and a small bonus at the end of the year. Is that okay with you?"

You were immediately surprised. Was that really true?

"Definitely! More than I expected, actually."

"Good. You can start tomorrow morning. See you tomorrow." He nodded and stood up. "I'll take you to the door."

You’ve been working there for a few months now, and everything had been going smoothly. The office was well-organized, and you had made friends with some of the employees.

You've heard rumours about how Hyunjin had a reputation for being strict, cold, and downright intimidating when angry. And he definitely was like that with everyone. Everyone but you for some reason.

Of course, he was still firm, but there was something softer beneath his gaze when he looked your way, a glint of interest that left you wondering. He’d often call you to his office, offering a thousand excuses —small, irrelevant things that could have been handled over email.

Today started off as an average day in the office, any given Friday. You found yourself in the office kitchen, making coffee, when suddenly your phone buzzed. It was Hyunjin.

"I need you in my office. Now."

With a quiet sigh, you put your coffee down, feeling a slight tremor of nerves dance in your stomach. You knew it was never just a simple request with him. And you always were a bit nervous because of all the rumours even when he was softer with you.

As you entered his office, the air felt heavy. Hyunjin was seated behind his desk, his sharp eyes locking onto you the moment you stepped inside. The look on his face was one of irritation, though you weren’t sure if it was because of something you did or something else

“What took you so long? I asked you to bring me an important file yesterday." He said with the severe voice you've grown accustomed to.

"The files on Mr. Kim's trial? I left them on your desk and texted you at nine." You replied calmly but firmly as you always did. Careful.

He frowned, rummaging through the numerous files he had on his desk —or pretending to—, and quickly finding the folder.

You started to think he just called because he wanted to see you. But you immediately shook those thoughts aside.

"Right… Well, now that you're here, I have to ask you something." He said, gesturing you to sit on the chair across his desk.

"The lawyers' dinner is on your agenda, right?" He didn't even wait for you to answer. "I need you to go with me and take notes."

You frowned slightly in confusion but nodded anyway. "But it's tonight."

"Do you have something to do?" He immediately asked, leaning against his desk with a serious expression.

"Not really but you should've-"

"I want you there at six in the fanciest clothes you have." He said firmly, not leaving room for discussion.

You sighed quietly and nodded, standing up. "I'll be there."

He didn't say anything.

You stepped back.

"If you don't have anything else to say to me, I'll go." You waited until he nodded and walked out of the office.

It was going to be a hell of a night.

17:20

Of course you were ready. You needed to leave now if you wanted to make it on time.

The outfit wasn't very impressive. Just a black dress with short sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, knee-length. Also, some low heels and black, thin tights.

Nothing very revealing but not simple either. The few jewels giving it a plus.

You walked out of your house, where your taxi was already waiting. You got in and indicated the driver the address.

After a few minutes, you texted Hyunjin. Just a small message.

"I'm on my way. See you there."

A simple and concise message.

You started to organize your small notebook, getting ready for whatever notes you had to take as Hyunjin said.

That ruined the Friday night —that just implied drinking coffee as you stayed up late drawing or talking with some friends— you had planned.

Either way, you no longer had reason to complain if you were on your way to dinner. A luxurious meal at a 3-star Michelin restaurant. You always thought they were exaggerating too much.

After a few minutes, you arrived at your destiny. You paid and got out of the taxi, walking inside and asking in reception for the table, a big one in a private room.

You were the first, as always. It was 17:50 now, and you had to wait.

You started scheduling the tasks for Monday, both yours and his, killing time.

Suddenly, the door opened. There he was, looking neat as always, you dare to think he looks even better.

White button-up shirt, a black tie, black pants with the usual belt he loved —the one that camouflaged perfectly but also had a subtle golden buckle—, and the glasses he rarely wore and made him look even more professional. His black, short hair was also slicked back, some strands loose, falling perfectly on his forehead.

Hot, you thought. But you immediately shook your head slightly.

"You're early." He stated, taking a seat next to you.

"I like to arrive early. Arriving 10 or 15 minutes early is just in time for me." You explained as you kept writing.

"I like how punctual you are."

You blinked slightly, even stopped writing for a second, but you quickly recomposed.

"I lied to you. I didn't want you to come take notes. I just wanted you here." He said as if it was nothing.

It was definitely anything but nothing.

"Oh…" You mumbled.

"You make me feel more… in control. You help me so much." He continued. "I like it. You keep me grounded with that seriousness of yours. You need to loosen up a bit." He chuckled, leaning closer.

"I'm fine." You simply said, turning your face away just a bit.

He let out a quiet sigh and sat straight again. "Do you even drink?" Hyunjin asked like you were friends.

"I don't like the taste of alcohol." You kept writing.

He snatched your notebook away, smirking. "Leave this. This dinner is supposed to be a… party, so to speak."

"No."

"Come on, you can't be this boring." He teased.

You sighed, looking at your notebook in his hands. He had pretty hands, you've thought that since you met him.

When he was about to make a snarky remark, the chatter of people on the hallway could be heard, he looked at the door.

At least 20 people walked inside, laughing and smiling as they greeted the two of you.

You just smiled slightly and greeted back, memorizing everyone and remembering their last names in case you needed it.

Hyunjin joined the talk soon, his eyes going around the big table before the waiter started taking orders.

The evening reached its peak, everyone was already a bit tipsy, just a few were drunk. People kept coming, you even had to give up your seat to one of the lawyers because he said he was having knee problems.

There were at least 40 people cramped in that medium room. Unexpected guests, people walking around… A total mess.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was having a blast. He talked and talked about the stupid cases he got and won. Obviously, he was slightly tipsy, but he was very composed.

You sighed quietly and excused yourself, walking out of the room, already exhausted and feeling overwhelmed.

You sat down on one of the benches in the small garden outside. You felt calmer, You sat down on one of the benches in the small garden outside. You felt calmer, ready to go back.

But Hyunjin appeared again. It was like he had some magic trick to just pop up wherever you were.

"I'm leaving now. I'm tired. Do you want me to take you home?" He said, smiling. Weird sight, that really gave away the fact that he was tipsy, drunk even.

"You're not driving in this state. I'll take you home." You said, leaving no room for argument.

Hyunjin chuckled. "You noticed?"

"Obviously, you're all red, smiling, and even laughing."

"So you know me…" He whispered as you walked towards the parking lot.

You ignored that comment, shaking your head slightly. Focus.

"This is my car." He said as he grabbed his keys, opening it.

You walked towards the driver's door and extended your hand. He placed the keys on your palm and walked towards the passenger seat.

The drive was quiet, calm. He was very awake, looking out the window.

You were driving calmly, but your mind was going at an outrageous speed.

Thoughts like hot, or he's cute didn't leave your head, you were already stressed.

And his voice didn't help.

"I think I need to wear my glasses daily. My head isn't hurting."

"Funny because you're drunk." You smiled slightly.

He looked at you. "Hey… You're smiling."

That made your eyes go slightly wide. "Wait, you think I never smile?"

"Well…"

"I'm offended." You chuckled, driving calmly.

Hyunjin sighed and leaned his head against the headrest of the seat. Silence returning, slightly tense now.

"You loosen up when I'm drunk." He said.

It caught you off guard.

"You feel more human this way." You murmured.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You always look like a robot. Just work, work, work. I even have to remind you when it's lunch time."

He looked at you with a silly smile. "I need to keep everything in check."

"Not alone. That's why you have me and the other lawyers, the litigation team, everyone. It's not just your job. It's a team effort."

That shut him up, leaving him thinking.

"Text me that please, I want to remember that every day."

You rolled your eyes playfully, pulling over his house. "We're here. Can you walk for yourself?"

"I'm not drunk, just slightly tipsy. I just feel like chuckling."

"Okay." You murmured, getting off the car.

You walked him to his front foor, waiting for him to get inside.

But instead, he opened and leaned against the doorframe.

"How are you going home?"

"I'll take a taxi."

"No."

He didn't even ask when he pulled you inside.

You tried to protest but he quickly shot the door behind you and took off his shoes.

"You're staying with me tonight."

You frowned, taking off your shoes. You knew he wasn't letting you go.

"Where?"

"The guest room. It's spacious."

You nodded as you walked inside, looking around. The house was big, giant for just one person.

"Do you live alone?" You asked, sitting on one of the couches.

"Yes. I used to live with someone but she left. That was 6 years ago anyway." He felt the need to clarify. Why?

"I see."

You started to reorganize your schedule for tomorrow since it'd be difficult to return home in the morning in less than 30 minutes.

He noticed and sat next to you, taking your phone and placing it on the coffee table. "You need to sleep."

"I could say that to you."

"I'm fine."

"You're drunk."

A moment of silence before he looked at you with slight curiosity. "Are you single?" He blurted out.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him. "Why?"

"Just answer."

It took you a moment, but you nodded. "Yeah."

That seemed to please him, making him scoot closer.

Maybe it was the alcohol on his system or the liking he took for her these past months, but he felt bold enough to move his hands towards your waist.

"Hyunjin…" You started but he shushed you quickly.

"You're really pretty." He murmured, making your breath catch. Why was he doing this right now, when he looked so good?

He smiled slightly and cupped your face in his hands, getting closer. So close your breaths mingled together and you could feel the warmness of his body.

"Sir, we shouldn't do this." You murmured, but you didn't move.

"Push me away." He whispered. "Tell me to stop."

You couldn't.

He got closer, noses now brushing.

"I want you. Not just for tonight, but forever. You've made me feel things I never felt…" He murmured, a bit of vulnerability in his voice.

You didn't know what to say, it was like your brain just short-circuited right there and then.

So he took the opportunity and brushed his lips against yours, barely, softly.

"Can I?" Hyunjin whispered.

You nodded.

And that was all the confirmation he needed before kissing you. It was a soft but hungry kiss. You could notice he'd been thinking about it for weeks, months even.

His fingers tangled around your hair as you pulled him closer by the tie. He groaned and pressed himself against you, making you lay down.

Eventually, you broke the kiss in need of air. Quiet gasps and a slight chuckle escaped his mouth. "You're a better kisser than I imagined." He mumbled.

You smiled as your filter and your moral flew away. "Hyun…"

"A nickname? Where's the serious you?" Hyunjin chuckled quietly, kissing down your jawline and neck.

You shivered, tilting your head back as your hands undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

He groaned and helped you with his shirt and pants, already desperate.

"I want you so much…" He whispered, you sighed.

Finally, he started taking off your dress, very gently for his desperation. He was almost admiring you.

"You're so gorgeous…" He whispered, throwing your dress to the floor, kissing down your chest, feeling the texture of your bra with his fingertips.

You could just sigh and move your hands to the back of his head, pulling him closer.

He smiled and unclipped your bra, immediately taking one of your breasts on his mouth, grinding against you.

You couldn't take it and it was just starting. You arched your body, seeking more contact.

He grabbed your hips and played with the edges of your underwear. You sighed desperately. "Just take them off…"

He chuckled, kissing down your abdomen while pulling your panties down. You were already wet, drenched even.

You squirmed slightly when he kissed your thighs.

"God, so wet for me?" He whispered before licking once, his tongue flattening against your entrance. You moaned, gripping the couch.

He started to lick desperately, almost animalistic. He was so needy for you, like a starved man eating you out. And you could just moan and whimper, keeping his head in place.

He kept his ministrations, now moving his lips towards your clit, sucking gently and licking. You moaned his name like a prayer and buckled your hips up, seeking more contact.

Hyuniin decided to make this more interesting and delicious, since both of you were desperate.

He introduced his middle finger on your entrance, slowly at first, lubricating it. You moaned and moved your hips, begging for him.

"Hyunjin… G-God…" You could just say, it was like all thoughts just disappeared from your brain and the only reasonable thing was him, his fingers on you, his tongue on you.

He started moving his finger until it hit that gummy spot, making you let out a yelp, closing your eyes. The pleasure you were feeling was indescribable.

Hyuniin introduced his ring finger, moving both quickly, out and inside, curling them, making it messy.

His lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, and the sight turned you on even more if that was possible.

"Come on… Good girl…" He whispered as he moved his hand faster. The wet sounds making him groan.

"Fuck… You're so good for me…" He whispered, his other hand moving to his boxers, taking them off. His length was so hard it started to hurt, and he had to pump up a bit to relieve himself before aligning it with your wet pussy. "Can you take me?" He murmured, eyes filled with lust.

You nodded.

He pushed inside, stretching you slowly.

"Goodness…!" You moaned loudly, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

He whimpered quietly, filling you up so good. His hips finally made contact with yours and he stayed still for a second, waiting until you grew accustomed to the feeling, the stretch.

"Please… Move…" You could barely whisper. Your mind was clouded with pleasure and your thoughts were only on how good he felt inside you.

His big length twitched, and he started moving, slowly out and suddenly in, that was his pace, making you moan loudly and stealing whimpers from himself.

You'd never expected him to be the loud type, but you weren't complaining.

"Please… Oh God… Please…" He whimpered, moving faster, causing wet sounds. You moaned, loving how he sounded. "Finally… I can have you…" He wasn't even thinking what he was saying, he got so carried away that he no longer thought straight.

With every thrust, you moaned and he whimpered, saying his pleading again and again, hitting that stop repeatedly, making your sight go white.

In a few more thrusts, his hips stuttered. He was close, and so were you.

"I'm gonna…" You whispered.

"Yes baby, come for me. Come with me…" He mumbled, letting out a soft moan. His head falling on your shoulder, kissing there softly.

And finally, you felt it forming more persistently down in your stomach. You were about to cum. Your moans were unstoppable, with absolutely no filter.

He bit your shoulder, moaning quietly but loud enough for you to hear and take you over the edge.

With that, you came, and seconds later, you felt his release filling you up.

Your legs trembled, your body felt weak.

That was the best sex you had in your life, and you were probably going to regret it in the morning. But who cares when your boss just gave you the best orgasm in your entire life, right?

You were panting, cleaning your sweat away. He stayed inside you for a second before sliding out carefully, he didn't want to overstimulate you.

"You're so good at everything, I'm impressed…" He murmured, kissing you again, gently now, lovingly.

You broke the kiss reluctantly. "You won't regret it?"

"No. Never."

You smiled, kissing him softly.

"Let's take a bath." He murmured against your lips.

Two months had already passed since that messy night. You two kept your professional facades but, outside of the building, you two went on dates, getting to know each other.

Obviously you never wanted a one-night-stand, and neither did he. He was an absolute romantic, lover of cheesy things. You could've never guessed since he always kept his serious facade, but you were happy that you were the one who got to see that side of him.

Today you were answering mails as always when you got a message from Hyunjin.

"Are you free today?"

"For you always ;)"

"Good. I need to see you at the park after work. 6:30, without delays."

"Okay, Mr. Mistery."

With that, you left your phone on your desk again, now a bit more nervous.

But you knew, whatever it was, whatever he wanted to talk about, it was going to be something good. You knew him better now, and you knew he was planning something romantic. He's been weird for days, not calling you after work, nothing, but acting like a highschooler in love.

You knew, whatever it was, you loved him, flaws and all. He was the perfect person for you.

And you were the perfect person for him.

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[writtenbylandaur]

------☆ sunday streams ☆------

no lando stream can do without chaos

Lando's perched up streaming for the second time this year, Y/n was working in the living room but could hear Connor and Lando bantering every now and then.

She went in there to check a few times or just turned his stream on to tease in the chat. She was watching when she saw Lando take his shirt off, and hid behind the camera a little, his head peeking out.

She stood up and walked in immediately, Lando and Connor turned around as she walked up to Lando's seat, "Put your shirt back on." Y/n narrows her eyes at him. Connor laughs, while Lando just smirks, "Are you jealous?" He asks.

"I am not, it's just inappropriate." She whispers.

"Sure baby," He teases, not moving to put the shirt back on, "It got too hot in here." He adds.

"Put the shirt back on." She repeats, "Chat, it's not that hot, by the way." She bends down to peek at the camera.

"Aren't you the same girl who told me not to wear a shirt when cooking yesterday?" He asks,

"You have never cooked, you liar." Y/n snorts.

"She is lying, I cooked her dinner yesterday, dinner I couldn't eat it, but I still cooked." Lando muses, then he places his shirt on the table, "She loved it, if the reward aft-

"Lando shut the fuck up!" Connor and Y/n screech, making Lando giggle.

He wraps an arm around Y/n's waist, "Tell them you loved it."

"Put your shirt back on."

He tickles her waist, "Tell them you loved the chicken parma."

Y/n picks the shirt up, "Put it oooon Lando,"

Lando giggles, kissing her cheek, "Fine, because you look pretty."

He puts the shirt on, and rolls his eyes, "Happy?"

"Very." Y/n kisses his cheek but then stops, "Did you stain the shirt?"

"Yeah... it was an accident, that's why I took it off..."

"You took it off on the stream because you spilled something on it." She questions

"I am not wearing a dirty tshirt."

"So no shirt is the way to go?"

"Weren't you the one who told me you like me without the shirt?" Lando asks, making Connor groan,

"Weren't you the one who was shy to take your shirt off when we went to the beach last time?"

Lando gasps, not expecting Y/n to fight back, "Weren't you the one who came into my stream and told me to put my shirt back on?" He asks

"Aren't you the guy that cheated on Wizard Liz?"

Connor laughs, when Lando groans, "I didn't cheat on anyone, I don't even know who that is."

"Sure, thats not what the comments say buddy." Connor says, making Y/n turn around to face him and laugh.

Lando pulls Y/n closer, pulling her down to his lap, "This is my girlfriend, only girlfriend, and I would NEVER cheat on her." Y/n giggles when Lando kisses her cheek. "So fuck off with those comments on my Monaco win."

"That was kinda attractive." Y/n whispers,

"Brother.... get a rooom!" Connor groans, rolling his eyes.

"Technically this is my house so we already got a room." Lando responds, he leans on Y/n's shoulder as he checks his inventory before a raid.

"When does that logic get old?" A voice comes from Lan's headset,

"I forgot you were playing with Max for a second there." Y/n giggles.

"I think he just came back from afk." Lando explains.

"Yes I am back so can we start a raid already?" He asks.

"Can we ditch them?" Y/n teases

"Sure what do you want to do?" Lando asks immediately

"Hello?" Max and Connor echo, making Y/n chuckle.

"I'm joking." Y/n smiles, Lando pouts, "I would leave if you told me to."

"I know." Y/n pats his shoulder as she stands up, "I have work to do anyway, so I don't need you distracting me."

"She is so hot, booked and busy chat, my breadmaker." Lando exaggerates.

"Shut up you knob." Y/n slaps the back of his head and makes to leave, "If you guys need anything let me know."

She recieves a nod and hum as response and she leaves.

Lando looks dead into the chat after reading their messages, "Chat stop flirting with my girlfriend, she is taken."

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It had been thirty minutes, Y/n was trying to figure out how to fix the shelf she accidentally broke because of excess weight, she forgot she was stood on a stool so she tries to move but slips, and falls loudly, the shelf she was holding falling next to her, making a banging sound.

Lando never puts his headset fully on when Y/n's home so he jumps when he hears that sound, immediately standing up, Connor engrossed in the game didn't hear the sound but looked at Lando when he stood up. "Y/n? Babe?" Lando yells as he runs out of his stream room to check on her.

He walks into the kitchen to see Y/n slowly sitting up, he runs up to her, kneeling as he stops her, resting his hand on her shoulder. "What happened? Are you okay?" He asks,

Y/n just groans, hiding her face in his neck, "I am fine, just embarrassed."

"I'll give you space." Connor reads the room and walks back to the room.

"Where are you hurt?"

"Lando, stop fussing."

"Where does it hurt Y/n." He asks again, helping her up. She tries to hide it but groans in pain.

"Okay it hurts alot." She whispers, sniffling.

"Baby, where?" He asks, cupping her cheek.

"My back and neck hurt pretty bad, my ankles just hurt a little."

Lando nods, kissing her cheek, as he guides her to the couch, "What were you doing anyway?" He asks as he goes back to find the first aid things Y/n stocks for him.

Y/n doesn't answer, a little embarrassed as she notices Lando look at the discarded shelf near where she fell.

Lando put two and two together, as he walked up to the couch, "You have a very capable boyfriend, you know that right?" He asks, checking her ankle for her.

Years of racing has made him good at knowing when injuries are serious or just ice worthy, "It's not a sprain." He mumbles.

He inspects her back and neck too, "Nothing a massage from LN4 can't fix," Lando tries, hoping Y/n would crack a smile. He presses an ice pack on her ankle, making her wince, "Take it off it's cold." Lando doesn't listen, just kisses her cheek.

He used both his hands to press ice on her ankle and back, gently rubbing at times too.

"Aren't you supposed to be streaming?" Y/n asked, when Lando takes the ice pack away from her back, "Aren't you supposed to be letting your boyfriend fix shelves?" Lando quips, in a teasing manner.

Y/n rolls her eyes, "Shut up."

"Feeling better?" He asks, tracing her ankle with his thumb, Y/n nods, "I am sorry."

"For what?" Lando confusedly asks,

"For interrupting you stream and embarrassing you infront of steam and Con."

Lando sighs, kissing her lips, hard. "Don't ever talk about my girlfriend like that again."

-----

"Hi chat, sorry for ending the stream early, I need to look after my beautiful girlfriend, if that's okay." Lando pauses, exiting off Tarkov, "Thank you so much for joining, I really appreciate it, also waiting for me while I was afk. Thank you for your support team, I will now go partake in boyfriend activities. Love you-

"You can't end stream on that note!" A voice interrupts him, "Connor and Max are still playing, and I am fine."

"Too bad I already switched off the game," Lando leans back to smirk at his girlfriend.

"I am sorry stream," Y/n apologizes placing her palms on Lando's chair and looking down at his lean backed figure, "He is a bit overdramatic, this one."

"See you next time," Lando smiles as he sits up, switching stream off.

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[kookochan]

Monstera

You need to come back to Korea because your dad has problems in his clan. For safety, he hires Jungkook and his team as bodyguards. But can you resist a man like him?

Summary: Jungkook is your bodyguard who doesn't want to step out of his professionalism, but can you break his rules? +18

bodyguard Jungkook x fem! reader

warnings/content: blood, making out, use of cigarettes and alcohol, guns, yn is a flirty and has a crush but can we judge her?, injuries, yoongi&jimin as jungkooks team!!

wc: 5k

"Why would you accept this job so spontaneously? It's fucking 3 am and I'm super sleepy," Jimin says for the nth time since they arrived at the airport. Jungkook is standing next to him and groans. "I told you that he offered a lot of money. You would totally say yes too," he says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay, I know I said I don't want to know about this person, but I changed my mind. Who are we waiting for?" Jimin asks with curiosity. "The daughter of a businessman. The world knows him as that, but he is also doing some illegal stuff. He told me that he needs to protect her, so he sent her back home. I think the job will be easy. She grew up with a golden spoon, so she will be ignoring us. We need to stay professional, that's all," he explains. Jimin rolls his eyes. "She will be a bitch." Jungkook shows him his phone. The open bank account was smiling at Jimin. "Oh my god. Fuck," he replies.

"She is Korean, but she only speaks English. That will be a little bit difficult but also good for us if we need to talk about something that she is not allowed to hear," Jungkook says. "Oh man, I feel shy talking in English," Jimin groans. After the small conversation, they wait in silence.

"Look, someone really flew with a plant. How did she get that into the plane?" Jimin thinks aloud. Jungkook looks at the same spot and notices a woman with a monstera. He never liked plants and flowers, but these looked pretty. His eyes wander to the woman, and they have eye contact for some seconds. She looks at her phone and quickly looks back at him.

"Why is she waving at us?" Jimin asks, a little confused. You walk towards them with a little smile. "Hello, I'm Yn Yln. My dad sent me a photo of the guy who will take me home. So yeah, that's why I was looking at you the whole time," you say, getting shy by their intense energy. "Oh, hello, sorry for the awkward moment. My name is Park Jimin. You can use Jimin if you like," he says with a friendly handshake. "You can call me YN too," you say. You look at the man standing next to him. "Hello, Miss Yln. We will be on your side for the next few days until your dad arrives here," Jungkook says while ignoring your stretched hand and starts walking towards the parking garage.

You share a look with Jimin and follow him. "How was your flight?" Jimin asks. "It was too long. But I slept a lot and watched some movies, so it was bearable," you answer him. "Is he Jeon Jungkook? My dad told me about him," you ask. "Yes, that's him. He is really serious about his job," Jimin says. "Yeah, I can tell."

When you reach the car, someone else is waiting with a cigarette between his fingers. He inhales his last breath and throws it into an ashtray beside the door. You watch him go to open the car door for you. It's sad that only Jimin is talking to you. "Okay, her suitcase is in the back. We can go," Jungkook says, only to realize that both men already got in the car. He takes a deep breath before sitting next to you in the backseat. The monstera is between you two.

"Oh, next to me is Yoongi. He is a little grumpy; don't take it personally," Jimin says with a grin. Only to get a glare as a response. "Nice to meet you," you say with a smile. You watch the scene outside the window. A lot of city lights passing next to you. Everything feels new to you. The last time you visited Seoul was when you were a child.

When you stand at the traffic lights, you notice a little booth with snacks. You turn to Jungkook, who is looking at his phone. You know he noticed that you're looking at him, but he pretends. That little snake, you think. Jimin and Yoongi were talking about something in Korean. You're not sure if they are talking or discussing. "I'm hungry," you say and break the silence. But nobody reacts. The two in the front seats are still talking, and Jungkook doesn't even look up.

You move your head next to the front seat, and by the time the lights spring from yellow to green, you step out of the car. "What are you doing—" Jungkook yells, but you already slam the door and walk away. "Oh my god, she just stepped out," Jimin says while holding his chin in disbelief. Yoongi curses and tries to park the car somewhere. Jungkook is looking out of the window in case you change the route.

"Where did she go?" Jungkook whispers to himself. All three of them are looking around. "I'm here!" you call. You're sitting on a stool and eating tteokbokki from a small bowl. "Why would you run away? You know why you're here and how dangerous it could be!" Jungkook says while raising his voice. You look up at him while chewing and shrug your shoulders.

"Oh, come on. I'm not a babysitter or anything. What are we even doing right now?" Yoongi says in Korean. "Calm down. It's a job," Jimin says. "Hey, it's not nice talking in another language," you say. "Also, I told you that I'm hungry, but you ignored me," you add. You watch as Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Okay, are you done eating then? We need to go to the hotel," he says and tries holding back. He just needs to think about the amount of money he is making. "Yeah, I'm done," you say and stand up.

-

The hotel room was not a room. It's a full suite. The only thing that's bothering you is that they stay with you. "Are you going to stay here too?" you ask. "Yes, we need to stay here as well. Until your dad is coming back," Jungkook answers. "Oh, Jimin and I booked the room next door. You can stay here with her," Yoongi says and walks out of the suite. "Good night, you two. See you tomorrow!" Jimin says and walks out. You share a look with Jungkook. "Okay, I need to correct the information. I need to stay here too," Jungkook says. He is annoyed, but he will scold them tomorrow.

"Are you always this cold?" you ask while sitting down next to him. "I'm just doing my job," he answers. Not looking in your direction. "Can we pretend that we're friends or something? It feels awkward like this," you plead. He shakes his head as a no. "Okay, that's okay too. You look hot like this," you say while watching him. Your eyes wander from his big shoulders to his tiny waist and then a little more down. His head snaps to you, and you can see that his earlobe is turning red. You laugh at him. "So cute. Do you have a girlfriend?" He stands up. "No. Good night. Go to bed." You watch him walk to the balcony. "So sexy," you whisper. "I'm married," he says and closes the door. Your face drops quicker than ever.

-

The morning sun hits your face. You carefully sit up and look around. After sitting in silence for a while, you stand up to change into a daily outfit and do your morning routine. When you step out of your room, all three are already sitting on the couch. Two laptops on the table and some guns.

You straight walk to the balcony to get some fresh air. "Here, drink some tea," Jimin says while handing you a cup. "Thanks," you say and sip it. "What are you guys doing?" you ask. "Some security checks," he answers. "When is your job done?" you ask. It feels like an interrogation. "What is that supposed to mean! Are you sick of us?" he asks back with a playful smile. "Nah, I mean I would be mad if my husband were to be away for that long," you bitterly say. You hope that he will give you some answers; you do want to know about his wife. The lucky one.

"Husband?" he asks, confused. "Jungkook's wife," you say. Jimin starts laughing while you watch him in confusion. "Why are you laughing?" you ask and punch his arm. "He is saying that when a client starts flirting with him. He is not married and also has no girlfriend," Jimin says while moving his eyebrows. "Oh, that bastard! I was just flirting a little, okay? I asked him about a girlfriend! Why would he do that?" you say, frustrated. "I mean, now you know that he is single, I guess," Jimin says. You look at him with a knowing smile.

When you both walk inside, you bid him goodbye. Jimin looks at you confused, but you walk towards the door anyway. "Where are you going?" Jungkook asks. "Out?" you say with a confused expression. "No, you're not going out," he says back.

"Excuse me? I thought your job was taking me to a hotel and not ordering me around," you say while putting your hands on your hips. "No, we are responsible for your safety, and we got information about some things. You can't leave," Jungkook says. "But I already planned a date with my friends," you pout. Jungkook only rolls his eyes.

You walk and sit next to him. "What is all of this?" you ask. "We're trying to track some people who are after you," Jimin says. He gets a sharp glance from Yoongi. "There are people after me?" you ask aloud. "Don't worry. You don't need to know anything. We will take care," Yoongi says. You lean back with a huff. This was not the trip that you wanted.

"Why is one of them directly driving to the hotel? Nobody knows that we're staying here. That's not a coincidence," Yoongi says in Korean. "That's so weird," Jimin says back. Jungkook finally turns towards you. You're lying beside him in a weird position. Legs still off the couch, but your upper body on the couch. Your head next to his thigh and the phone in your hand.

"Did you tell anyone that we're staying at this hotel?" Jungkook asks. You turn a little to look at his face. "Hmm, no, I don't think so," you say. "Oh wait, I told a friend about that," you correct. "Who is this friend?" Jungkook asks. You quickly sit up. "Wait, are you jealous? I told you we could be friends, but you didn't want to." Jimin laughs about that. "No, dummy, I need the name," Jungkook says. He is already feeling annoyed. "Mei. Li Mei is her name. Why?" you say. Jimin starts searching for the name. "Fuck, it's the daughter of King Li," Jimin says.

"Oh great. So you're telling the daughter of one of the biggest enemies of your father that you're staying here? When you need to be safe? Are you stupid, or are you just acting like one?" Jungkook yells at you. "Wait, she is the daughter of one enemy? Since when? I didn't even know. You really think my father shares his clan shit with me!" you yell back at him. "Okay, calm down, you two. We need to go. They're on the way," Jimin says.

You stand up to gather your belongings. "Come on, be quick!" Jungkook says. "Stop yelling at me! And stop ordering me around! I'm not your kid," you say while pointing at him. The tension is thick between you two. When you finally get your monstera, you walk out. The elevator is already waiting because of Jimin. By the time you get to the entrance and walk towards the back door, you hear a loud shot. The pot of the Monstera shatters in your hand, and you lose the hold on it. Jungkook quickly pulls you behind him and starts shooting in the direction.

He manages to move you behind the reception desk. "You okay?" he asks. You're in shock, and you try to understand what's happening. "I'm good. But the monstera. It was my mum's," you say with a shaky voice. "I'm sorry for that. I know it's the only thing that remains of her," Jungkook says and softly caresses your arm. "What? Did my mother die? My mom is dead?" you ask and start crying. Jungkook's eyes widened, and he cursed under his breath. "Oh my god, no! I thought she died, and you can't let it go! Why else would you carry a fucking monstera with you?!" he speaks in panic. You hit his shoulder twice. "Asshole! She told me to bring it here. She will kill me if she finds out that I lost it!"

"Okay, sorry that I assumed the worst! Now stay here until I come back, okay?" he says. You hold onto his arm. "Where are you going? Please stay." "I will be back," he says and walks away. You can only hear the gunshots and pray that everyone is safe. Time passes, and you see Jimin kneeling next to you. "Okay, when I say three, we're going to run, okay?" he says. You nod quietly. "Three" is the first thing he says, and both of you run towards the back backdoor. Yoongi already sits in the car, and you get in the back. Seconds later Jungkook sits next to you, and Yoongi pulls off as fast as he can.

"Never tell anyone where you're staying, okay?" Jungkook tells you. "I'm sorry," you say. How could you know that everything will change like this? You thought she was a friend and that you could trust her. You need to talk to your father about all these secrets that he kept. Jimin hands out a cloth, breaking your train of thoughts. You look at him confused. "Your hands are bleeding," he says. Only then do you feel the cuts in your hands. "Thank you," you say while taking the cloth. Jungkook takes it from your hands and rips it into two halves. He starts bandaging it on both hands. You watch his long fingers doing their magic. Yeah, you have a little crush on him.

-

You're sitting on a couch wrapped in a blanket. The night is cold, and the three men are talking about security in the kitchen. You look at your hands in your lap. The cuts sting, and you just want it to stop. After some time, Jimin and Yoongi walk to the terrace, and Jungkook comes back to you with a first aid kit. "Give me your hands," he says and sits down next to you. "Why are you going to propose?" you tease him. He sighs and holds your right hand. Wasting no time, he starts to bandage it the right way. "You're really gentle and skilled," you comment. "I do this often," he answers.

"It's the first time that I see your tattoos. They're pretty. And it suits you," you say while outlining the snake. "Thanks," he says and goes on with your left hand so you are forced to not touch him anymore. "I'm sorry for not thinking about the safety rule," you say genuinely. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I should know that your dad never talked about this stuff," he says. "Oh, you really said sorry! That was unexpected," you say with a smile. He smiles back, but it's quickly gone. You still catch it. "You look cute when you smile," you say. He looks into your eyes for the first time today. It's quiet but not suffocating between you. You don't know where the encouragement comes from, but you lean in and kiss him. His underlip between yours. At first he doesn't react, but after a second he kisses you back. Just slightly, and then he pulls away.

"I know that you lied about this marriage thing," you say. He takes a deep breath. "It's not my style to fall in love or flirt with someone while I'm working," he says in a serious voice. "Oh, come on, just a little bit of fun?" you ask with puppy eyes. He flicks your forehead. "No." "Did you ever break the rule?" you ask. "No, and I will not," he answers. You sulk at him, but he doesn't care. He goes on with closing the first aid kit. Jungkook watches you from the corner of his eye. He smiles at your cute face. He needs to admit that you have a little impact on him. Maybe bigger than he wants to admit. There is no way of pretending that he doesn't want to deepen the kiss.

-

The next morning you join them at the table for breakfast. Jungkook offers you a plate with some pancakes. "Thanks," you say and smile at him. "Today there is an event. My dad told me that I should go to make a point that everything is fine. Did he talk about it?" you ask. "Yes, he told us. We will go together and only stay for one or two hours," Jimin explains. You nod at him. "When are you done with the job?" you ask. "Your father is coming back next week," Jimin says.

You continue with eating the pancakes and some fruits. Already planning what you will wear. Then you glance at Jungkook, who is busy on his iPad. Your eyes wander to Jimin and Yoongi, who are focused on eating. It's weird that they know a lot about you and your family, but you know nothing. Next week they will leave your life like nothing happened.

After breakfast you start getting ready. A black dress and waves as a hairstyle are a safe option. You choose a red lipstick. When you hear the knock on your door, you turn around. Jungkook stays there in a black suit. Of course you will match, you think. A little delusional that black is not the safe color for everyone in this world.

"Come on, you can tell me that I look hot," you say with a wink. He rolls his eyes at you. Not knowing that you find it hot. "I wanted to ask if you're done," he says. "You look hot. The black shirt is a dessert for my eyes," you say. He does the little smirk. "Be careful, you're drooling." You laugh at him and stand up. "For you every time, honey." You tap on his shoulder and leave the room. Jungkook needs some seconds to breathe again.

-

The music is quiet, a lot of people are talking, and a lot of waitresses are walking with champagne. You take one and start drinking. These kinds of events are never fun for you. You wish that everything will go smoothly.

Jungkook is standing across from your table. He is watching every move you make. A young man is talking to you with a big smile. He is definitely flirting with you, and he doesn't know why he feels annoyed by that. The man leans in to tell you something, but your eyes wander towards him. The eye contact is strong. You walk off in his direction, and he fixes his suit.

"Would you dance with me?" you ask with a smile. "No," he says and looks around. "Oh, come on, I told him that I already have a partner. Otherwise he will ask me again!" you say with pleading eyes. "Please," you push. He rolls his eyes but takes your hand. You move to the dance floor, where a lot of couples have already started dancing. Your arms are around his neck, and his fingers find your waist. The movements are slow but intense.

"You know, I thought about your stupid rule," you break the silence. He looks down at you. "I would like to know you better. Maybe it was not the right thing to flirt with you directly, but we can go out on a date next week. When the job is over," you say. Jungkook pulls you near to his body. "That's a compromise," he says with a smile. You need to save this frame forever. "Is that a yes?" you ask. The music slows down, a reminder that it's ending. "Yes," he says and stops moving. The music ends, and both of you walk to the table.

The event goes on with you telling all the gossip to Jimin. Yoongi acts like he doesn't care but is still listening. Jungkook is sipping his wine, not even listening to you. Jimin is fascinated by the funny stories. He thought the night would be boring. Yoongi checks the clock. "It's time to go," he says. "Let's drink at home?" you suggest. Jimin is the only one who likes the suggestion.

By the time you walk towards the door, you catch someone watching you closely. For a second you have eye contact. The problem is he looks familiar, but also it's like you saw him for the first time. You break the contact and walk to the car.

-

"Iron Man? I would marry him without hesitation," you say and take a shot. "I would too look at him," Jimin says while laughing. Yoongi and Jungkook are watching you in disbelief. "We should stop them here," Yoongi says. "Both look like shit," he adds in Korean. You and Jimin turn towards him in shock. "That's mean," you say in Korean. Just to gain all of their attention. "You can speak and understand Korean," Yoongi points out. "Yeah, I can. My dad told me to keep it a secret, so don't tell anyone," you say.

Jimin fills new shots and hands you one. You both take it at the same time. Yoongi and Jungkook share a look. "Okay, the party is over," Jungkook says and helps you get up. Yoongi pulls Jimin to the room. "Good night!" Jimin screams before the door closes. "Why would you stop us? We had so much fun," you say while Jungkook is walking you to the bathroom. "You were about to get drunk. Just brush your teeth, and then you can go to sleep. God, I'm so thankful that you did your routine and changed into pajamas before drinking," he says.

You listen to him and brush your teeth. He walks to your room and prepares the bed. You lean against the doorframe and watch him. "Thank you," you say. He smiles at you and holds your hand. "Come on, it's time to sleep," he says. His hand feels warm and secure. "Can you sleep with me?" you ask and lay down. He brushes some strands that are in your face away. "Kiss me," you say while watching his intense eyes.

Jungkook drops his rules and leans in. Starting to kiss your lips slowly only to go deeper. You're struggling to adjust, so you're leaving it to him. You want to feel more of him, so you start wandering your hands around his torso. He towers over you and starts kissing your throat. "You smell so good," he says. "I want more," you say. He moves his hands to your waist. His hardness is poking you. You move your hips in frustration, and he starts doing the same. The only thing separating you is your pajamas and his joggers.

He stops kissing your chest and looks into your eyes. "Go to sleep, baby. We made the deal with a date after my job is done," he says. You whine at his words. He lies next to you and embraces you in a hug. You feel comfortable and too sleepy to resist.

-

You open your eyes and look around. Jungkook is sleeping with one leg over your legs. You smile at his cute face. Playing with his messy hair. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at you. "Good morning," he says and starts getting up. "Good morning, mister," you say back. "I will go prepare some breakfast," he says and walks out of your room. You also get up to do your morning routine.

When you enter the kitchen, Jimin is already sitting there with a pout. "You good?" you ask him while sitting next to him. "Good morning, princess. Just a headache, like always," he says. You sigh, "Same here. But it was fun! We need to do it more often!" He laughs at you, "Yeah, we should."

"You need to eat first before taking painkillers," Jungkook says and puts two toasted sandwiches in front of you. You share it with Jimin and happily eat together. Your phone buzzes next to you. An unknown number sent a message.

unknown: we need to talk

Yn: who are you?

unknown: you pretended not to know me yesterday. But you saw me while leaving. Remember?

"What's wrong?" Jimin asks. "I saw someone yesterday before we left. He was watching me, and I tried to remember who he was. But then I thought that I don't know him. He just texted me," you say and show your phone. Yoongi and Jungkook are also looking at the messages. "That's weird. Ask his name," Yoongi says.

Yn: tell me your name maybe it helps.

unkown: now you're acting like you don't know me. That hurts. It's me, Hoseok.

"Oh, it's Hoseok. I do know that name. My father told me that his father wanted an alliance by getting us married. We declined it. Maybe he is mad," you tell them. "Okay, but what does he want now?" Jimin asks. "I really don't know" you say.

Yn: what do you want?

Hoseok: I want to talk to you

Yn: there's nothing to talk about. Leave me alone

"He wants to talk, but of course I will not," you say and put your phone down. Not aware of the dangerous game that he planned.

"Find her," Hoseok says to his right-hand man. He was looking after you for two years. Not knowing that you moved away. But now he would get revenge. Your father killed his father.

-

The days pass quicker than you expected. The three of you are more than strangers. Also, Yoongi was nicer to you and was talking about different things. You're happy to know that after they're done, you will stay friends.

"Did you think about our first date?" you ask Jungkook, who is sitting on the terrace. "I would like to invite you to my house. I will cook something for you, and we can watch a movie. It's still not safe to go out," he says. You lean your head against his shoulder. "That's cute. I can imagine your house. Everything is clean and organized," you say. He leans his head over yours. "I'm not that cold, man, you imagine me to be," he says, a little offended. "Yup, of course you're not," you say sarcastically. He pouts at your words. You're excited to have the chance to know him better.

"Let's cook something. I'm hungry," you say after a while. You both stand up and go inside. Yoongi and Jimin are taking a nap in their room. Jungkook opens the fridge to look for some ingredients. By that time your phone rings. It's an unknown number, but you answer it anyway.

"Hello," you say while walking to the kitchen. "Hey, pretty," Hoseok says. You stand still on the spot. "What do you want?" you ask, a little annoyed. "I'm so sorry that it will end like this. I mean, I imagined you as my wife, but now you're nothing more than my revenge plan," he says. "What are you talking about?" you ask, a little annoyed that he is making a puzzle out of it. "Your dad killed my dad. And when I found out he sent you back home. He is stupidly pretty. He thought I would come for him. He really thought I wouldn't know that you're here. Maybe he did know and told you to join the event. My event. What do you think?" he asks. You swallow and feel your hands shake. "Where are you?" you ask. "Good question. That's why I wanted you. What a shame," he says.

Jungkook walks to the kitchen door, a little confused why you take so long. He looks you up and down, and he knows something is wrong. You lock your eyes with him. His eyes wander to the laser pointer at your chest. His heart beats faster than ever. "Get down!" he screams. But the only thing you hear are two shots and the window that is shattering. Because of the sharp pain in your chest and hip, you lose the energy to stay and fall to the side. Jungkook is quick to catch you. The phone is already gone.

"Yn, stay with me, okay? Don't close your eyes!" he yells in panic. Yoongi and Jimin are running towards you. "Here, press this to the wound," Yoongi offers his shirt. Jungkook does as he is told. Your eyes wander, and you try to breathe. "I'm scared," you whisper. Breaking him completely. He starts crying, "No, I'm here. You can't leave. What about our deal?" he asks. Trying to let you stay awake. Your eyes betray you, and you start crying too.

"I called the ambulance. They will be here," Jimin says. All of them are in shock. Yoongi is pressing another cloth on your other wound. "She is losing too much blood," he says quietly. Jungkook strokes your hair. "You will stay, right?" he asks. It's the first time that you see him so vulnerable. His big eyes were red from crying. The urge to sleep is too strong. He holds your hand. You try to fight it. You really do. But the pain is eating you up. Your eyes are closing. The last thing you hear is his small voice with a sob, "Please stay." Will you?

Thank you for reading! I'm cursed with writing open endings... I hope you liked it <3

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[ladyginoza]

Usually Western Canada have a dryer climate. So yes, they have experienced heatwaves like this before but they did not have to deal with high humidity as well. For those who know how humidity feels like in any kind of temperature, we know it's pure hell. For those who don't, allow me to explain. When it's cold and the humidex is high, it feels much colder. The humidity in the air hypes up your risk for frost bites and add wind in the mix and it becomes even worse. In hot weather, you've guessed it. It makes it feel even hotter. So lets say it's ranging between 95-105°F(30-40°C), with the humidity it makes it feel like 5-10 degrees hotter. If that wasn't bad enough, the higher the humidity is the harder it is to breathe. So for those with lung issues, humidity is not their friend. And because it's so humid and hot in an area where people are majorly uses to cooler and colder temperatures, we sweat a lot, way more than what a southern person can ever imagine. We'll have sweat rolling down our face by just sitting and doing nothing and so because we are pretty much always covered in sweat, our skin is even more sensitive to the sun. It's like picture when you're in the pool swimming. As long you're in the water, your fine but the moment you step out you can feel the water dry off from the sun, your skin for a little bit feels like it's roasting and you will tan quicker until you start burning.

As for Eastern Canada, especially in the maritime provinces. High humidity is pretty much a normal thing for us but hot temperatures is still not a regular thing for us. We might experience hot temperatures for a total of 2-3 months in total and the rest of the year our temperatures will range from cool to cold. There's no slow temperature rising to adapt. The temperature goes from cold, cold, cold, cool and BANG! Hot.

People with auto-immune diseases can't handle the sun very well. Living with Lupus, now that I know I have it, it explains why I'm not as tolerant to the sun as I used to. I can't spend long hours outside under the sun, I start feeling sick. I nearly experienced heat exhaustion last Saturday just washing my SUV. It took maybe 2 hours with my brother's help in total and I was nauseous and had to lay down afterwards.

For those who don't have AC like me cause let's be honest those things are super expensive. Let me tell you how you can cool down a room with a fan. You will need ice packs for this. So what you want to do is place a few ice packs behind your fan. As the fan propeller spins, the back sucks air from behind and then pushes that air forward. So by having something cold behind a fan, it takes that cold and pushes it into the room. If possible, close the door and that will help to keep that cool air in that room. Some might ask if they can use ice instead of ice packs and the answer is yes but ice packs are less messy to work with. They also don't melt as quickly.

I do this before going to bed at night on a hot night.

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

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[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

[strawbairicake]

stealin’ sweet kisses- various hsr characters x reader 

synopsis: playing the pocky game with your boyfriend! that’s it, send tweet. part 2! 

warnings: uh, none? other than that, idk if my beginner/novice writing counts as a warning. 

word count: 1.4k (oh lord, it’s longer than part 1!)

author’s note: part 1 did pretty well, so here's part 2 no one asked for! i’ll link part 1 here! no beta, we die like my favorite side characters in books! posting this after having a mental breakdown sure is the way to go, huh! disclaimer in part 1 that i'll include here: i genuinely don't know how to write kiss scenes at all! other than like a peck on the lips, but hey, it’s the thought that counts, right… right? title was a suggestion from a mootie of mine for part 1, credits to them for the title (credits to you, Sage, lol!)! hope you enjoy! <3

tagging: @axolotsofluv, @sqgeism, @vyyper, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n, @cmiru, @unriding, @sheyfu, @threnodians. @strwbrydreamz, @chokifandom, @sillyseraphie, @riaruu, + @m1ckeyb3rry! lmk if you’d like to be added to the taglist! 

Anaxa: 

how you managed to get your lover to agree to this is beyond you. you just slid the box across his desk, then retreated to the cute reading nook in the home office. Anaxa gave you a skeptical look before sighing and making his way over to you. he sits on the ottoman your legs were resting on and he hands you a stick of pocky. 

“you wanted me to indulge in a game? fine. but make it quick, i have things to do.” he says as he rubs shapes on your thighs near your knees. yeah, he totally does not have the time to indulge you. what a loser (lovingly). but upon seeing the smile appear on your face after his confirmation, he thinks he’ll be sparing more time with you than he should. (he brought the whole box when he made his way over to you, by the way. he’s definitely whipped.)

 so you sat up in your chair, took the stick of pocky from his hand, and waited for him to be ready. he looked… nervous? the great Anaxagoras, reduced to a slightly blushing mess and slightly fidgety. the whole time you had been watching him, he was fidgeting with the box of pocky, and clearly avoiding eye contact with you. no matter, it’s whatever. you gesture him with a wave of your hand to come closer, and he sets the box of sweet treats next to him. part of the sweet treat he’s able to taste and as you lean closer, Anaxa cannot bring himself to look at you at all. you’d think for all his bravado he’d be able to do something as simple as holding eye contact but no. and as the stick breaks right in the middle, before either one of you can pull away, he cradles the back of your head with a hand and initiates a kiss. short and sweet before pulling away. now both of you look rather flustered. 

best to play the game again, no? 

Argenti: 

your lover agreed with no resistance and no questions asked... mostly! he seems rather excited to play this silly game with you, bless him. so here you both are, sitting in the living room of your home. a rare moment for Argenti to be with you given how often he travels. he leaves tomorrow, unfortunately, but you thought playing pocky with him could be a fun ritual you start doing the night before he leaves. granted, it makes it harder for Argenti to leave you in the morning, but seeing how giddy and happy it makes you both makes it worth it. so here you were on your sofa, a box of pocky in your hand as you explain (again, it’s been a while!) the rules of the game. 

“so the point is to get as close to the middle of the stick and not break it. we're supposed to kiss, i think,” you explained.

“so what happens if i break it?” he questions.

“you eat it, and we try again!” you reply excitedly. 

let the game begin. 

dear aeons, you never realized how good Argenti was at this game. he’s locked in, keeping eye contact, and being very sweet. if he senses you getting nervous, he breaks the stick off and waits for you to compose yourself before returning. and bless him, he’s so sweet and patient, that’s gotta mean something, right? 

so after you break the stick for the first time, before you lean back and can escape, he kisses you. nothing rough or mean, almost as light as a peck, but it’s just a bit more. right as you begin to reciprocate, he pulls away, leaving you wanting more. 

you know the game he’s playing, and you can see the slightly mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks at you. 

“one more time, beloved?”

Boothill:

always on the run, you both are. always getting into some kind of trouble. except this time, the trouble in question is a game of pocky and doesn’t seemingly have any consequences. which is good, you both need a break from the run and chase you’re constantly on. now that you think about it, maybe being in an alleyway in penacony wasn’t your brightest move. anyone could see you both and report you. not that common folk would, but people who know about you and Boothill might. just a hunch. but you were in a dark alleyway, Boothill leaning against the wall, his legs spread just a bit, and you were standing in between his legs, just chatting. and Boothill was trying so hard to pay attention, but he noticed the box of pocky in your pocket. 

“what’s the box for, sweetheart?”

“boredom, mostly… also i need sugar.”

“don’t know how ya’d need it if we’re on the run. and i'll give ya some sugar,” he winked. you rolled your eyes at the latter comment. 

“i mean for after the adrenaline wears off…” you mutter. your lover chuckles at the faux pout you started making after your previous statement. he places a hand on your hip and fishes through your pocket and gets the box of pocky out. 

“up for a little game?”

“Boothill, we're literally supposed to be running right now,” you deadpan. he laughs.

“you don’t know how to have fun, sweetheart! just one round, i promise,” he replies. 

and so the game begun. he pulls a stick out of the pack and places one part in his mouth and you place the other part in your mouth. as you inch closer, one of Boothill’s hands remains at your hip while the other one rests on the back of your neck. the cool metal of his arm makes you tilt your head up impossibly more. you reach the middle of the stick and instead of a quick peck, it’s a passionate kiss. he cradles your head so you can’t let go just yet, and he notices you’re quite ready to let go either. give or take a few seconds, you tap his robotic chest with your finger, a sign to let you breathe. you both part. the tips of his ears are a bit pink and you look a bit flushed. you’re just about to get comfortable in the silence you both have before hearing a loud  “freeze!” which makes you both turn your heads.

guess you’re back on the run.

Mydei: 

a rough mission kinda brought you down. and sometimes when you’re down, you’ll head to the marketplace in Okhema just to see if anything interesting is there. and wouldn’t you know it, a seller was giving out a box of pocky with every purchase! you bought a couple of baking ingredients and got your free box of pocky, and honestly? made your bad day a lot better, which was really nice. so when you got home and saw Mydei on the couch in the living room on his teleslate (literally it’s a phone, why do they call it that, ew), you thought nothing of it. you head to the kitchen and unload the few baking supplies you purchased: sugar and flour. it wasn’t a lot, and you didn’t need help putting it away. you knew that Mydei would come and help you put the couple of groceries away anyway (he always did, it was an unspoken agreement between the two of you for whatever reason.). so after you unload the flour and sugar, you sit on the counter and open the box of pocky you got. it was your favorite flavor too, how nice! as you do, Mydei comes in between your legs and watches as you fiddle with the box and bag inside. he wordlessly takes the bag from your hands, opens it, and pulls a stick out.

“what is this for?” he looks skeptically at the flavored treat, which makes you laugh slightly. 

“you take one portion of the stick in your mouth, your partner does the same. then you essentially get as close as you can without breaking the stick. the goal is to kiss, i think. but i also eat this by myself,” you reply after a moment’s hesitation. 

and without instruction, Mydei places part of the stick he took out into his mouth and gestures for you to do the same. so you do, you’re not an idiot to refuse him, especially if he’s offering! you both lean in and while the stick breaks pretty close to the middle, Mydei doesn’t pull away. he kisses you briefly before pulling away. he looks at you and smirks a bit.

“wanna try again, or are you going to quit? i thought the goal was to not break it.”

oh it’s SO on now. 

©2025 strawbairicake. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

[max1461]

Sometime in the last ten years, the Anglosphere decided Japanese people were (somewhat) real. Before that Japanese people were like, an abstract concept. Maybe running a business or making weird porn. But sometime in the last ten years, and I think this was a response to the growing mainstream popularity of anime and the huge (relative) increase in Westerners moving to Japan, a consensus started to emerge that Japanese people were real, not quite like Americans, Brits or Canadians but maybe like continental Europeans. A middling level of real. You can tell a story about a Japanese person now, I don't mean a Japanese American I mean Japanese person, in Japan, you know, and the fact that they're Japanese doesn't have to be a big thing. It can be an incidental thing, like when somebody happens to be French but the main point of the movie is like how were oppressed by the nazis and shit, or like it's in a popular science book and the main point is how they discovered this theorem and they just happen to be French, we mention that they're French because otherwise it would be confusing that they're named Jean and not John, that would baffle people unless we explain that it's just because they're French, but then after that they can discover their theorem and baguettes, mimes etc. don't even have to come into it.

Well, within the last decade we've started to see this more with Japanese people, where maybe it's just incidental that they're from *katana sound effect* *salaryman bowing stock footing* *kabuki yo sound effect* the land of the rising sun. And we don't have to conspicuously pretend it's totally irrelevant either like a guy who doesn't see race and can't say his coworker is black like it can sort of be relevant that maybe our character is from tokyo (famous big city) or something, without it being like he's from ToKyO JaPaN you know what I mean. Still not always be we're getting there, Anglo-Americans are slowly deciding maybe Japanese people are like continental European level real.

Well in the last year, I've seen this start to happen with Chinese people too. Pretty cool! Obviously there's still a lot of fearmongering. But you do get an occasional, you know. Look I was thinking about this in light of the new Veritasium video, Derek Veritasium is 100% a fed which makes it weirder? But maybe the state department was just like, ok everybody is on tiktok rednote and shit now. Maybe we'll do better if we just admit Chinese people are real.

Back in the cold war did we admit Russians were real at all? I don't know I wasn't alive yet. You can't get this from books and shit you have to be there.

[keirareidss]

suggestive comments and coffee stains -s.r

♡ summary: you're obsessed with teasing your adorable, easily-flustered co-worker pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, suggestive language, case details, wc: 2.7k based on this request

Another serial killer has brought the BAU to Nebraska for their expertise. You were new to the team, but skilled nonetheless. Aaron Hotchner had you transferred from the organized crime division a few weeks ago and this was your second case with your new teammates.

You'd already taken a liking to Garcia and you bonded with Agent Prentiss pretty quickly. The person who intrigued you the most, though, was Agent Reid. He was a genius, an IQ of 187 and he could read 20,000 words a minute. He also had the most adorable blush on his face whenever you gave him a compliment, which you made sure to do often.

Him and his sweater vest stole your heart from the moment you saw him. He'd given you that little tight-lipped smile and a wave when you joined the team and made you a coffee the next day.

Looks like pretty boy has a crush. You heard Morgan teasing him in the kitchen later.

No. I'm just... welcoming her. You hoped that wasn't true. To be honest, you were developing a little crush on the young man. He was endearing with his little rambles and his glasses.

The unsub was kidnapping and torturing young men, signs of sexual assault found when their bodies were dumped. You arrived in Nebraska, heading to the police station to set up. Hotch sent Morgan and Prentiss to the last dump sites, JJ to talk to the press, and he went with Rossi to the morgue. You and Spencer stayed behind to make the geographical profile.

"So what do you like to do in your free time?" You asked, sitting at the conference table, your feet kicked up on it, a file in your lap. Spencer was up at the board pushing pins into the map.

"What?" He looked over his shoulder, brows furrowed at your sudden questioning.

"Like, do you have any hobbies?"

"Oh. I- I don't know. Sometimes I play chess in the park."

"Oh, fun. You should teach me how."

"You don't know how to play chess?" He turned around fully now, tilting his head.

"No, but I know a few chess jokes."

"Really? Tell me one."

"Why does MC Hammer only play blindfold chess?"

"Why?"

"He won't let anyone touch his pieces." You respond, grinning in anticipation for his laughter but it didn't come. Only a furrow of his eyebrows once again.

"What does blindfold chess have to do with touching pieces?" You smile drops slightly at having to explain the joke.

"Well you call out the coordinates, not play with actual pieces. There's no board in blindfold chess."

"If there's no board why is there a blindfold?" You giggled at him.

"You're thinking way too far into this." He frowns, turning back to the map. You stood up, striding over to him. "What about this one?" He looked over at you and leaned closer to him. "I'll play with your pawn all night until it turns into the knight I'm looking for." His face goes red and he looks away.

"I- I think I liked the other one better." He stammered, avoiding eye contact. You headed back to your seat as Spencer kept his back fully to you, hiding his blush.

Caffeine was needed if you were going to get through this, this job truly worsened your coffee addiction, so you were going out on a coffee run, bringing Spencer with you. For help carrying the cups, of course.

You headed to a cafe nearby, wanting better quality coffee than the stale police precinct stuff. It was early enough in the case that you weren't in your groove yet. You didn't have many leads so all you could do was wait for something big to happen. You know when you're cutting something and the scissors just start gliding cleanly? That's the feeling you were anticipating. The smooth glide of the denouement.

Spencer walked alongside you, his hands moving animatedly in the air as he explained growing conditions, processing methods, roasting styles, and whatever came to mind about coffee beans. You'd prompted the ramble, asking him purposefully, 'why does coffee taste different in different places?'

The bell above you dinged as you opened the door to the cafe, Spencer pausing his rant so you could order your long list of requests from the team. He continued talking as you waited for the drinks, standing against the wall. You watched him with a small smile, his excitement in his knowledge clear from his face and demeanor.

Eventually, his rant came to an end and he went silent with an awkward little, 'so... yeah'. He'd somehow made his way from coffee beans to frog habitats and you didn't even remember your initial question.

"You really know a lot." You said in awe. He ran a hand through his hair, looking down with a blush.

"Yeah, I guess." Your name is called and you go to grab the drink holder, Spencer picking up the other two drinks. He follows you to the small counter on the other side of the cafe where you set down the drinks to grab straws. You turned to grab the two drinks from Spencer, not realizing how close to you he was. You walked right into his hand as he was holding it out to you, the drink spilling all over your button up (thank god it was an iced coffee).

Spencer's eyes widened comically and he quickly grabbed a handful of napkins rubbing at your shirt.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, that- I didn't mean to- I was just-"

"Spencer, it's alright." You chuckled, looking down at his hand. If there wasn't a napkin in his hand he would be basically pawing at your breasts. You could feel the coffee staining your shirt, soaking through to your skin as something else was soaking your panties between your legs.

"I'm so sorry." He repeated, wincing when the stain didn't come out. "I- um, you can take my jacket." He stammered, pulling his blazer off.

"It's okay Spencer. You know," You step closer, tilting your head back to look in his eyes. "I would have been wet no matter what, seeing you." You would think he was a malfunctioned robot the way he froze, mouth agape, speechless. You raised your eyebrows, a teasing grin on your face.

"I- I don't-" Okay, he really was malfunctioning. You Took the blazer from him, putting it on before cleaning up the rest of the coffee spill. You left him standing there wide-eyed, heading to the counter to re-order JJ's drink. He'd apparently gathered himself by the time you got back to him, holding one of the drinks and waiting for you to give him the other one.

He was quiet on the walk back, his face still bright red to the tips of his ears. What you didn't realize was that his mind was racing. Sure, he's been flirted with before, but not from someone he liked to call a friend. He couldn't tell if you were being serious. Were you actually interested in him or did you just want a quick fuck? He didn't know which he preferred.

On one hand, he was sure he wasn't in love with you. It was just a little crush. It happens. On the other hand, he didn't know if he'd be able to have a one night stand with you and not catch feelings. He could see it happening pretty clearly, you would fuck him in a hotel room or something, and he'd be lusting after you for the rest of his long, miserable career. God, why did you have to say that to him?

"Are you okay? You've been acting weird." You confronted Spencer a few days into the case. It was looking like it was going to be a long one.

"I'm not acting weird." He instantly defended. You raised your eyebrows at him. He was most definitely acting weird. The past few days he'd been sort of... avoiding you. When you sat next to him in the conference room, your knee brushing his, he'd find some reason to get up. He needed the bathroom or he wanted to refill his already filled coffee cup or some other bullshit excuse.

You were starting to suspect he was upset with you. Had you crossed a line with your comment? Did you make him uncomfortable?

"Yes you are. Look, I'm sorry I said that in the cafe the other day, I was just-"

"It's not about that." He cut you off quickly, a rosy blush already rising on his cheeks. You'd cornered him in the precinct kitchenette, making sure no one was around when you started interrogating.

"What is it then?"

"It's just... I mean... were you serious?"

"What?"

"Like... did you mean it?"

"When I said you made me wet?" He instantly went red, his eyes flickering to find anything else he could look at. "Yeah. I meant it." You stepped closer, crowing him against the counter. "Why? Does that turn you on?" His breaths were coming in quicker now as he stared down at you. Someone cleared their throat behind you and you stepped back, turning to find one of the cops awkwardly going to the coffee machine.

You give Spencer one last sultry glance before heading back to the conference room. Spencer felt his face heat as the officer's eyes bore into him. He quickly left the kitchenette, following you back to the conference room.

The AC had stopped working in your hotel room. Unfortunate, seeing as that was supposed to be where you get rest after working an intense and stressful case, and if you couldn't do that. how were you supposed to get any work done on said case?

You decided to head across the hall, knocking on your coworkers door softly, in case he was asleep. You didn't want to deprive someone else of rest.

"Hey, what's up?" Spencer answered the door, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"The AC in my room is broken, can I stay with you?" Spencer felt his heart speed up at the thought of what that could mean.

"I- there's only one bed. Doesn't JJ or Emily have room?"

"Emily snores and I think JJ had phone sex with her husband. It's a few nights, Spence, please?" He hesitated before sighing, stepping aside to let you enter his room. You grin, heading past him to set your go bag on the desk in the room. He hadn't even seen you holding it when he answered the door, but that might have been because his mind was preoccupied with picturing everything that could happen with the two of you in one bed.

"Mind if I shower?"

"Go ahead." Spencer said, his voice rough. Great, now he was picturing you in the shower. He sits on the bed, poring back over the files while he listened to the sounds of water running in the bathroom. If he strained his ears enough, he could hear the faint sound of you humming softly.

Soon, the water turned off and he could hear your humming more clearly. The door opened and you walked out in your pajamas, hair dripping down your back. You went back to your go bag, putting your work clothes inside. Spencer's eyes caught the pair of sleek black of panties you slipped back into the bag. He quickly averted his eyes when you turned back around, heading for the bed with your hairbrush.

"What are you looking at?" You asked brightly, peering at his files.

"Just the missing persons reports for all the victims. Something doesn't seem right." He mumbles.

"Oh?" Now you're intrigued. You shuffled across the bed leaning against his side to look closer at the files. He glanced at you, feeling the heat of your body through your shirt. Around the neckline and your shoulders were damp from the ends of your hair. "What's not right about them?"

"Just... I don't know, the way they were reported. It seemed so... formal. And they're all so similar."

"Hmm." You hummed, letting your head drop to his shoulder. "How long have you been looking at these?"

"I dunno. A few hours." You sighed, reaching out to clean up all the files. "Wha- no, it's-" He immediately protested.

"Spencer, you need a break. You've been looking at these for too long." You said, gathering them all and reaching across him to put them on his nightstand.

"I'm fine." He said weakly, staring at you, nearly bent over his lap. You sit back, on your knees next to him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Y-yeah. Shoot."

Do you... do you ever think about me?" You looked at him through your eyelashes and he shifted on the bed.

"Yeah, I guess."

"No, I mean," You shuffled closer, setting a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to where his cock was hardening in his pajama pants. "Do you think about me like this?" Your voice gave off the illusion of innocence. He stared up at you, eyes going wide as he blushed.

"I..."

"Have you ever thought about me touching you?" You asked as your hand trailed further up, palming his cock. He let out a small moan, his hips jerking a bit.

"Yes." He breathed. You grinned, your hand slipping past the barrier of fabric, under his boxer briefs to grasp his cock in your palm. His breath hitched as you began stroking. "Wha- what are you doing?"

"I think about you too. You're so-" You cut yourself off, kissing him as if you'd been holding yourself back and couldn't help it anymore. "adorable, I can't fucking help myself. Every time you wear one of those-" You press another bruising kiss to his lips. "fucking sweater vests, I just wanna-" Another kiss. "rip it off you." He whimpered against your lips.

"Are you being serious?" He asks, pulling away to look into your eyes. He couldn't believe someone like you was actually into him like that.

"Spencer, I'm dead serious." You said, swiping your thumb over the head of his cock, catching the precum that dribbled from the top and spreading it down his length. You pulled his pants down enough to free him from his confines, slowly jerking him off.

You moved your kisses to his neck, the skin feeling warm under your lips. He breathed out shakily, a moan slipping past his mouth. You pulled away from him, shuffling further down the bed and bending down until your lips meet the tip of his cock.

He gasps as you take him into your mouth, taking as much as you can before pulling back up. You take a deep breath through your nose, sinking down again, taking more of him until he hits the back of your throat.

Your head bobs up and down as he whimpers, trembling underneath you. His hand finds your hair, grasping tightly, making you moan, the vibrations on his cock making him jerk.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm close." He whines, his head falling back. His hips jerk up and you move your hands up, holding him down against the bed. You swirl your tongue around the head, and Spencer lets out a high pitched moan. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Seconds later hot ropes of cum hit the back of your throat. You swallow it down greedily, hollowing out your cheeks as you drain every last drop.

You pull off his length, a trail of spit following as you lift your head to grin at him. His eyes are closed, strands of hair falling over his forehead. You brush it back, him blinking up at you blearily.

"You're... you're so..." He trails off, staring up at you with wide heart eyes. You chuckled, your hand trailing his jaw.

"So what?"

"Perfect. I can't believe you like me." He breathes and you laugh incredulously.

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Cause you're you. You're... flawless."

"So are you." He scoffs, shaking his head and your eyes widen. "You are! Do you need me to show you?" You asked, your hands trailing up his thighs, making him shudder.

"I don't..." You chuckled as his breath hitches. You lean down, pressing your lips to his.

"Ready for round two?"

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