#Boa tagged me so i felt like i should share the thing she wants to see ;sdhjgasg

[saltyfilmmajor]

nine lines, nine people: tagged by @boasamishipper

tagging: @maverickcalf @badgerhuan @threeoaksy @illprotectyou-hearteyes @ilsastrenchcoats @blueisglueredisdead @demigoat @onekisstotakewithme @thebreakfastgenie

Excerpt from my WIP: Amamé Pero Sin Querer “He doesn’t know I’m here.” she says to Ethan in a sort of reassurance. 

It does little to assuage his doubts “Why are you here?” 

“Because we’re after the same thing.’ the woman stands up from the sofa looking him straight in the eye. Ethan doesn’t move, matching her gaze. ‘Taking down the Syndicate.” 

Ethan starts to connect the dots in his head.

“I suspected you were in deep cover back in London,’ If she really was deep cover, she had risked a lot in saving his life. She is certainly risking a lot by being here now. ‘British Intelligence, I take it?” 

She takes a deep breath and nods, “Ilsa Faust,’ her name rolls off her tongue quickly, like it’s been rehearsed and likely not her own, ‘and you’re Ethan Hunt.” That is the most they’re going to get for formal introductions. 

“You’re here to help me?” he asks. 

She shakes her head. “Saving your life in London put me in a tight spot. Any help I can offer you is limited.’ Ilsa places a flash drive into the palm of his hand. ‘I’ve seen you sneaking about, I figured eventually I'd be able to give you this.” 

Ethan firmly grasps the drive in his hand. Hopefully there’s something useful for him on it, but it’ll have to wait until morning. Ilsa moves for the door, just as she steps out the door he calls back out to her. 

“What’s his name?” 

[fruitoftheweek]

Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight

Summary: Of all people, Joohyun was the last person Seungwan expected to betray her.

Seungwan was sitting on the backseat of the car, mildly shivering from the cold and casually staring out the window as the world passed like a blur.

 It was a stormy night. The moon was barely visible under the dark clouds that loomed over the heavens, even the stars have disappeared. Droplets landed on the earth like miniature bombs and drenched everything in its path. Seungwan sighed. Looks like it won't stop raining anytime soon.

 Her gaze drifted towards her members, each of them preoccupied with something to ease the boredom. Seulgi was kind enough to drive for them. Her fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel in time with the melodramatic music blasting through the speakers that Joy was listening to. Yeri was passively scrolling through her social media & occasionally giving directions to Seulgi by consulting the GPS in her phone. Meanwhile, Joohyun was beside her, arms tightly curled around Seungwan's waist while resting her head on her shoulders as she slept peacefully despite the storm. The older girl complained about the cold earlier but she was starting to think otherwise. Judging by how she was hogging Seungwan like a blanket proved how Joohyun was just finding excuses to cuddle with her.

 Her girlfriend has been acting weird lately.

 Sure, she had always been weird. With her obsession of fabric conditioner and doing household chores, Joohyun couldn't be anymore bizarre, but this was a different kind of weird. A good kind of weird.

 Ever since that unfortunate SBS incident where Seungwan fell off the stage during rehearsals, her girlfriend got a little more clingy, always keeping her close and touching her at every given opportunity. It's like she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Seungwan wasn't complaining of course, especially when she finally discovered the reason why.

 ~~~

 "What's with this?" The blonde broached the topic to Joohyun one day. She was reading a book when her attention-seeker of a girlfriend decided that it was the perfect time to invade her space and sit on her lap.

 "What's what?" Joohyun asked.

 "This sudden clinginess?" Seungwan gestured at how Joohyun was wrapped around her like a koala and pointed out how the older girl preoccupied herself by breathing her in, like she couldn't get enough of Seungwan's scent. It was cute really, but the vocalist was slightly perturbed at the fact that someone was sniffing her neck, even if it was her girlfriend.

 "But I'm always clingy?" Joohyun was confused. She only ever showed this side of her girlfriend. Sure, her members get glimpses of it once in a while but Seungwan was always, ALWAYS, the recipient of her hugs and kisses.

 "Not like this. You weren't this touchy before the incident." Seungwan brushed away the stray locks of hair to properly gaze into Joohyun's eyes. "What's wrong babe? You can tell me."

 Joohyun pursed her lip and looked away. How can she keep hiding the truth, how she felt the overwhelming need to always touch Seungwan. After much contemplation, the older girl decided to reveal her secret.

 "It's for my reassurance, I guess." Joohyun shrugged, acting as if she didn't just admit an earth-shattering revelation that could probably change the world. It's quite dramatic, she knows, but when it comes to Seungwan, the older girl was never one to take things lightly. "Some comfort for me to know that you're still there."

 Joohyun casually played with blonde locks, fingers drawing lazy circles on Seungwan's nape, a gesture so small but a significant impact to her. "When that incident happened during the SBS rehearsals, I watched you get taken to the hospital. I didn't know what to do." She frowned, as if the memory stirred unpleasant feelings that she fought hard to keep buried. "You took so long recovering from that emergency operation. It felt like you were slowly slipping away from me and I had no idea how make you stay."

 Seungwan had no idea that the older girl felt this way, that she carried this burden all alone by herself without anyone knowing. "Hyun, I didn't know."

 "Of course you don't. I never planned on sharing it to you. Not yet anyway since it's quite unpleasant for me" Joohyun took a deep breath to steady herself despite her voice trembling when she said. "I haven't been the same ever since, knowing that you could disappear in just a flash. Maybe that's why I always find myself touching you, to reassure myself that you're here with me."

 "That you'll never go away."

 She held onto Seungwan, hands clutching her shirt as her grip tightened, and pressed their foreheads together. "So promise me something Wan."

 "Anything Hyun." Seungwan whispered against her lips.

 "Don't go anywhere where I can't follow."

 ~~~

 "You okay back there unnie?" Sooyoung spoke from the front seat, eyes sparkling with mischief when she noticed Joohyun draped over Seungwan like a Boa constrictor. "Should we just drive by a motel instead and get the both of you a room?"

 Wendy was unable to hide her blush. "Shut up."

 "It's like she has this overwhelming need to touch you always." Yerim commented offhandedly beside the sleeping girl. To prove her point, Joohyun tightened her hold around the blonde, if that was even possible, and sighed contentedly. It looked like she was having a nice dream. "You were gone for 8 months. Not a motherfucking century!"

 "Language Yerm." Seulgi, ever the loyal best friend that she was, came to the rescue. She gazed at the driving mirror and flashed Seungwan a smile. "Besides, Joohyunnie haven't had a proper rest ever since that incident." She spoke the last word in a hushed whisper, like it was a forbidden sin to even talk about the reason why Red Velvet's leader developed insomnia in the past 8 months was because of the sudden disappearance of their main vocalist. "Even during the subunit preparation, she's always worrying about Wannie."

 "True that. I've lost count of the times she bombarded me with texts asking about how you were and if you were eating well whenever I visited you in the hospital." Yerim rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it all. Her phone's memory was greatly depleted just because of Joohyun's messages alone. It's ridiculous. "It's like I've been thrusted into this annoying task of babysitting you."

 "You have her wrapped around your fingers Seungwan-unnie." Sooyoung had this shit eating grin plastered on her face and the blonde couldn't help but be wary. The tall vixen only ever acted like this whenever she was planning world domination or just literally making everyone's lives miserable. "It's about time you conquered her uncharted lands, if you know what I mean." Her brows wiggled suggestively and for such an innocent-looking person, Sooyoung possessed such a crass mouth.

 "You're disgusting." Wendy frowned because there's no way in hell she'd conquer Joohyun's uncharted lands. Well, if her girlfriend wants to, but not right now. She needs to get her consent first because Seungwan was a gentleman-- err, woman-- like that. She decided to change the topic before Yerim could join in and turn this into a raunchy NSFW conversation. "Anyways, why are we doing this anyway. Whose brilliant idea was this to announce a game night while a full-blown storm was raging outside?"

 "It was mine actually." Seulgi had the decency to look sheepish when she pouted adorably and caused Seungwan to melt at the sight. "I just thought that we need a break after everything that's happened lately. It's a good bonding moment too."

 It's quite a miracle that SM gave them a day off and allowed them to go gallivanting on their own without the nosy staff sniffing into their business. The once strict company was now being lenient towards their idols. It was quite unbelievable. Maybe the new management were making some changes.

 "But Laser Tag? Seriously?" Seungwan scoffed in disbelief. They could've went to the salon since she still needed to dye her hair. She quite liked being blonde but the company wanted her back as a brunette. She had no choice, really.

 "How dare you speak blasphemy! I happen to like Laser Tag!" Sooyoung was quick to object.

 "Yeah, but you suck at it." Yerim shot her down.

 "You bitc--"

 Before Sooyoung could launch an all out war against the maknae, Joohyun slowly stirred awake. She rubbed her eyes to chase the drowsiness away and gave Seungwan such a breathtaking smile that the blonde thought about dying right there and then. "Hey."

 "Hey." Seungwan had this stupid smile on her face as she tucked a strand of raven hair behind her girlfriend's ear. "Sorry, did we wake you?"

 "No. It's okay." Joohyun yawned adorably and snuggled closer in her arms. "I had such a pleasant dream thanks to you."

 Seungwan didn't care if she was blushing like a tomato right now. She stopped caring a long time ago because of Joohyun.

 But of course, her members decided that it was the perfect time to ruin this precious moment.

 "Really? In front of my salad?!" Sooyoung groaned in annoyance even when it was obviously clear that she wasn't eating a salad. Heck, she wasn't even eating anything. She was only doing this to spite Seungwan.

 "Get a room!" Yerim hid her disgust behind an obnoxious cough. "It's reeking estrogen in here!"

 Joohyun ignored their jabs expertly and addressed Seulgi. "Are we there yet?"

 "Nope." Seulgi consulted the GPS and squinted because due to the poor lighting, her ability to read has greatly diminished. "It says here that we're about 2 hours away from the nearest arcade."

 "Oh good. At least I can use the time to spend it with Seungwan." The older girl nodded her head in resolution before resting her head on Seungwan's shoulders and intertwining their fingers together.

 That act didn't go unnoticed by the devil duo and judging by the smirks on their faces, Seungwan knew that it was gonna be a long ride. There was a brief moment of peace before Sooyoung dropped the bomb.

 "So Joohyunnie, have you conquered Seungwan's uncharted lands yet?"

 ***

 When they arrived at the arcade, Sooyoung wasted no time dividing them into two groups and barking orders at everyone. Laser Tag was quite expensive but Sooyoung had no qualms about swiping her black Amex card on the cash register like hot knife on butter as if paying for a ridiculously pricey game was another everyday occurrence.

 It was a war between two nations as Seungwan got paired with Seulgi and Yerim and even before the game started, the instructor assisted them in fastening the protective gear and equipment, she already knew that they were fated to lose. Why? Because the arrogant smirk donned by Sooyoung and the fire burning in Joohyun's eyes was enough indication that they were going to get obliterated.

 "Cheer up unnie!" Yerim must've noticed her trepidation because she sidled up next to the blonde and spoke words of encouragement. "It's not like Sooyoung is an expert in this game."

 "It's not Sooyoung I'm worried about." Seungwan adjusted the straps of her helmet and sighed. Is it too late to back out now?

 "Oh, you mean Joohyun-unnie. Don't worry Wan. I'm pretty sure she'll go easy on you." Seugli, ever innocent, trusting and naive Seulgi, meant well but she doesn't know what she's talking about.

 "You're clearly underestimating Joohyun's tendency to become competitive."

 And when the lights went out, they jumped into action. The whole place was like a maze and Seungwan had a hard time navigating through the dark. How could she when she spent the whole time bumping into walls and trying not to die. Plus, the flashing neon lights were giving her quite the vertigo.

 At one point, she took a rest to recover some of her energy but after hearing Seulgi's surprised shriek followed by Sooyoung's maniacal laugh echo through the air, she realized that they lost one teammate. No! Seulgi had been brutally murdered! This cannot be happening!

 "Help!" Yerim screamed before a series of gunshots were fired.

 Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!

 "Hold on Yerim I'm coming!" Seungwan sprung into action and ran until her lungs burned. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping her sane now. She needed to save her teammate and not let Seulgi's sacrifice go in vain.

 Seriously, she should NOT be doing anything even remotely dangerous. Heck, she shouldn't be doing anything in the first place! Her physical therapist advised her to take it easy on her daily activities, lest she injured herself once again, yet here she was, playing some stupid Laser Tag just because she couldn't say no to her friends.

 Seungwan stumbled on a wide clearing devoid of peiple and the alarms blared in her head, screaming at her that this was an ambush and she should just motherfucking get out of here. She noticed a stack of wooden crates and decided to hide behind them but before she could move, something cold pressed against her back and heard a sultry whisper.

 "Don't even think about it."

 It was Joohyun and despite the sweat cascading down her forehead and being completely in disarray, she still managed to look beautiful. Seungwan swallowed the lump in her throat before slowly turning to face her girlfriend.

 "Hey babe." The blonde smiled nervously because holy fuck! Sweaty Joohyun was causing unimaginable things to her already weak heart. "Fancy seeing you here."

 "Stop talking." Joohyun growled as she pressed the tip of the gun towards the blonde's chest. If the vocalist wasn't intimidated before then she surely was now. The older girl took a step and didn't stop until Seungwan's back hit the wall. Her gaze was sharp, critical, like a predator prowling its prey, as if she was contemplating to how to properly assassinate her girlfriend without spilling too much blood.

 Seungwan couldn't run.

 There was no escape.

 Nowhere to hide.

 Of all people, Joohyun was the last person she expected to betray her.

 Her girlfriend was trying to kill her.

 Fuck! She didn't expect to be defeated this early. She vowed to save Yerim and avenge Seulgi but it can't be helped. What her girlfriend wants, she gets. At the end of the day, the blonde was merely a pawn to the grand scheme of things.

 If Joohyun was Death then Seungwan would gladly lay down her life if it meant dying in her arms.

 "Look, just make it quick and---"

 Seungwan gasped when Joohyun roughly grabbed her by the collar and pulled her in for a kiss. There was something differnet about this kiss compared to all the other kisses they shared. It contained part of worship and part aggression. Like Joohyun was reclaiming something that was hers. Like she was engraving every bit of her essence over Seungwan.

 Suddenly, everything else faded away. It was just her and Joohyun. Never mind that the older girl was suddenly kissing her with such intensity that left her breathless.

 Never mind that her girlfriend was devouring her as if she had long been suffering starvation.

 Never mind that despite the ongoing war between two nations, Joohyun was holding her as if nothing else mattered.

 When her girlfriend pulled away and abruptly ended the kiss, Seungwan felt dazed. She was so sure her lips were bruised. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that." Joohyun sounded breathless, winded, as if kissing Seungwan was a taxing exercise. Their foreheads touched and Joohyun preoccupied herself by playing with the hem of Seungwan's shirt. Her fingers accidentally brushing against warm skin and she bit her lip to keep a smile from bursting when she heard the blonde inhale sharply. "I've missed you."

 "I've missed you too." Was all Seungwan could manage because Joohyun's fingers proved to be quite distracting.

 And in the darkness, they held each other. They found solace in each other's arms despite the chaos.

 Laser Tag be damned! Seungwan would give everything just to make this moment last a little longer.

 "I'm sorry about this though." Joohyun stated cryptically and when Seungwan was about to ask for a clarification, she felt the vibration hit her chest when the trigger was pulled.

 Seungwan got killed.

 She was murdered by her very own girlfriend.

 Tag.

 You're out.

 "What?"

 Joohyun merely smirked and whispered softly into her ear. "I won."

 "But that's hardly fair." Seungwan whined. She knew that she was acting like a baby right now but heck, she expected Joohyun to give her some leeway, to let her win just this once. She was her girlfriend after all.

 The lights went back on as the champions were announced. Joohyun had a proud smile on her face when she said. "What? Just because I love you doesn't mean I'll go easy on you."

 "But--" The blonde tried to protest but all thoughts left her mind when Joohyun closed the distance between them and kissed her again. She was soft and gentle, completely different from the previous one. Like she was taking all the time in the world familiarizing herself with Seungwan.

 "Hush now Wan." Joohyun briefly paused the kiss to whisper against her lips, eyes momentarily fluttering just so Seungwan could see the galaxies in them. "Being a sore loser isn't so bad."

 And maybe Joohyun was right.

 There was no shame in losing.

 For Seungwan just died in her arms tonight.

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Barren: Chapter 5

Hey guys! Back from hiatus and I’m sorry for the wait! I’ll be going back to consistent posting but instead of once a week, I’ll be posting every other Saturday! Thank you all for your support it means the world to me!

Words: 1,681

Warnings: Caps, swearing, somewhat graphic panic attack, mentions of death, very vague allusion to suicide (blink and you’ll miss it.)

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“Thank you, Dr. Picani,” Virgil said, absentmindedly clicking the buttons of a fidget cube that Picani had given him.

“My patients call me Dr. Picani. My friends call me Emile,” the therapist said with a smile.

“Right, well, Emile,” Virgil said, “thank you.”

“Of course,” Emile said. “Though I suppose I should be checking in on Logan. We haven’t heard from Patton in quite some time.”

“Oh, here,” Virgil said, offering the cube back to Emile, his bare wrist poking out from his jacket. Emile smiled and closed Virgil’s fingers around the hard plastic.

“I have plenty in my office,” he said. “You should keep this one. They’re quite handy and you seem like you’ll need it.”

Virgil smiled softly to himself in the dimly lit room as Emile shut the door behind himself. He took a deep breath, focusing only on applying and releasing pressure from the buttons. There was so much he had to learn and adjust to. Sure, Emile had certainly helped, but he still had to meet Patton and Remy. He had to see if Logan was okay. He pressed his thumb against a soft red button. He didn’t even know what to think of Roman. He released his thumb. He took a deep breath. It’s dinner. If I could survive being shot at, I can live through dinner. If I can live through this, I can do anything.

He crept from the room slowly, the acidic smell of tomato sauce roaming through the air and battling the sizzling sound of meat to encapture Virgil’s senses. As his stomach rumbled he realized that he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in nearly a week. “Ah, well speak of the devil,” Roman said with a smirk painted with bravado. Virgil almost didn’t notice the pure exhaustion in his eyes. “We were just talking about how bold and daring I was to rescue you.”

Virgil cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah? Then why did Logan do all the work?”

“OH! OH, Gurl, he just roasted yo’ ass!” Remy yelled, howling with laughter in the kitchen. Roman rolled his eyes, glaring daggers at Remy.

“Well I see you’re on his good side already,” Roman muttered, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. His sleeves rolled up just enough for Virgil to notice the lines that decorated his wrist.

“You aren’t Barren?” Virgil asked, feeling as if he were in a parallel world.

Roman offered a smile as he tugged up his sleeve. “The only ones who aren’t Barren,” he said, pointing to Remy and Emile, “are these two.”

“So, it’s a tattoo?” Virgil asked.

“Catching on quickly I see,” Roman teased, holding up his wrist to allow Virgil a better look. “Very realistic, if you ask me. Patton deserves all the credit for that. We grew up together,” he explained. “We’re both Barren. We had to be each other’s closest ally. The day we turned 18 we...” Roman smiled. “Well, I guess that’s a story for another time.”

“So Patton is some kind of doctoring tattoo artist badass?” Virgil asked.

“Oh, Roman, what are you telling the poor kiddo?” a man asked. Virgil spun around on his heel to face a man in khaki pants and a blue sweater that seemed to envelop his entire body.

“Patton!” Roman said with a smile, all the agony fading from his dim eyes as they brightened upon the sight of the man. “Is Logan okay?” he asked before turning to Virgil and commenting, “Not that I care about the nerd or anything. In all honesty, I think he’s being overdramatic.”

“Hypocrite,” Remy commented as he placed silverware on the table.

“He should have a perfectly fine recovery,” Patton said with a smile. “Though, he won’t be joining us for dinner; he really needs the rest right now and- Oh! How rude of me!” He stepped forward with a hand extended outwardly. “You’re Virgil, correct? I’m Patton!”

“He’s our patented Man of Many Talents around here,” Roman explained.

“Heh, Patton-ted,” Patton chuckled to himself.

“Ever need a doc,” Roman said. “Patton’s your guy. Also a great tattoo artist, chef, and cuddle-buddy.”

“Cuddle-buddy?” Virgil parotted.

“I share chef duties with Emile,” Patton explained. “And Roman gets nightmares.”

“Do not!” Roman yelled defensively. “How dare you slander my great name!” Patton chuckled, lovingly patting Roman’s shoulder as he wordlessly made his way to the kitchen.

“I presume the nightmares are a lie, then?” Virgil asked with a smirk.

“Fake soulmate,” was all Roman muttered before abandoning the conversation in exchange for setting the table. Virgil watched the bustle around him. Patton and Emile finishing their work in the kitchen. Roman balancing plates and silverware in his arms as he scolded Remy for slacking. They were all working together. They were a team, working together as a small organized pod. Virgil was literally and metaphorically an outsider. He felt a pain in his stomach. Five senses. He had to work through his senses. Five things he could see. That was simple enough, right?

He could see Emile. He could see Roman. But he couldn’t see any windows. He couldn’t see Logan. He couldn’t see his mom. Okay, maybe sight wasn’t a great starting place.

Smell. What could he smell? He could smell tomatoes. He could almost smell blood. Was it from the medical room? Was it from Logan? Was it his imagination? The smell of rust was killing his head and his stomach. Was he nauseated? Was he hungry? Was his stomach even filled enough to vomit anything at all?

No. No. Air comes in; bad thoughts go out. In comes morning; out goes nightmares. What exactly had that phrase been that his mother had taught him so long ago? His mother, oh no, what was she thinking? Did she know Virgil had escaped? Did she think him dead?

Would she be okay or did years of loss after loss finally break her?

Would Virgil even have a mother to come back to?

Would he come back at all?

He let his feet carry him all on their own until he was sprinting out of the kitchen and to a cold wooden door. He ripped it open, slammed it shut, and pushed his back against it as he slowly let himself fall to the ground. The horrible feeling in his chest of a boa constrictor around his lungs had him gasping for air and he was sure he was having a heart attack.

“Deep breaths, Virgil,” a voice said. “Focus solely on your breathing, and don’t let your thoughts get in the way.”

Virgil tried to take the advice- honestly, he did try- but it was too much. It was too overwhelming. He couldn’t focus. His head was filling with this horrible tingling and the more he gasped for air the worse it got. He held his head in his hands and oh God why was this happening?

“Virgil, I need you to listen to me,” the voice said. It was soft and gentle, the most soothing thing Virgil had heard in years. He felt hands on his shoulders and if he had to energy to he would have looked up at the person in front of him. “Can you hear my voice? More importantly, can you understand my voice?”

“Mmhmm,” Virgil mumbled out.

“Good, good, that’s a step. You’re doing good, Virgil. Just keep taking deep breaths alright?”

He felt the tingly feeling start to leave his face, though it was still uncomfortably present in his fingers and hands. He felt his heart rate start to become more noticeable which he guess was a better option than the crushing feeling of his lungs only moments earlier.

“I’m gonna walk you through a breathing exercise, all right? I’ll do it with you. You’ll be okay.” Virgil nodded. “I want you to breathe in for four seconds. Hold for seven seconds. Then, breathe out for eight seconds. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” Virgil mumbled out weakly.

“Perfect.”

The two of them went through the exercise two- three- four times before Virgil felt like himself again. He finally looked up and saw Logan staring back at him. “Logan, I- You should be in bed, oh I’m so sorry I didn’t-”

“Virgil, you’re going to work yourself up again,” he said calmly. “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Virgil asked, eyes drawn down to the gauze around Logan’s body.

“Of course I will be,” Logan said. “This isn’t my first metaphorical rodeo and, if there’s one thing Roman and I agree on, it’s that we both put our trust and lives in Patton’s hands.”

“I’m still not entirely sure what to think of all this,” Virgil admitted.  

“That was the reaction I expected from you,” Logan said. “Your admittance here is temporary, most of whom we rescue go off to meet with colleagues of ours. They’re given new homes and new identities in the best cases. Others eventually join our organization, but I’m sure that we’ll find you in the former half on that ratio. 18, right? Yes, you have so much potential ahead of you.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Virgil said. “Organization? And how do you know my age? What else do you know about me?”

“Virgil, did you think all of this was really put together by five guys in their twenties?” Logan asked, the corners of his lips turning upwards subtly.

“Well, I- I guess not, but-”

“And as for the other questions, well, I like to be prepared.” Logan stood, motioning for Virgil to do the same. He had a rather wiry structure, but well-toned muscles that Virgil could only assume he had built up from doing this job for so long. “Now, you should really be on your way back to dinner. The others will be looking for you soon.”

“But, wait, what about-” Virgil tried to speak but found himself being pulled out of the room by magnets on his feet.

“Goodbye, Virgil.”

The door was shut in his face, and the high school senior now had more questions than answers.

[watanabeyours]

Park Jihoon || Produce 101

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Park Jihoon x Reader/OC (Gaein)

Summary: If Produce 101 Season 2 was a coed season with both boy and girl trainnees.

Disclaimer / Warning: I don’t own Produce 101. I don’t know how the lives of trainees actually work, this is just my own thought and idea of a trainee’s life that best matches the story mind that I had in mind.

Masterlist

F/C = Favorite Company

A/C = Any Company

“Don’t be too nervous.”

The words that my CEO reminded before sending me off onto this survival show— a survival show where there are 101 boys and 101 girls who strive to capture the hearts of the nation producers to debut as a part of one of the 11 member group at the end of the show— called Produce 101.

I nervously walk side by side with my company trainees as we slowly entered the hall. We greeted by bright lights and a enormous stage. Everything around us was decorated in hues of blue and pink. In front of us stood 202 chairs that slowly led up to the number 1 seats at the top of the triangle. A velvet blue chair and a sparkly pink chair rested at the peek of triangle.

I followed closely behind my company trainees as I whispered to one of my closest friends in the group. “This is unbelievable. How are we even here, right now?” I quietly whispered.

“I’m surprised we even made it this far,” one of my company trainee / best friend, Minji, crouched down to answer me.

As a group of 7, we slowly made our way towards the middle of the stage. Suddenly on the other side appeared a small group of boys— 3 to be exact. The same expression washed over their face as they realize how extravagant this place was.

Greetings were immediately exchanged between us and the boys and the trainees who were already seated in front of us. A certain boy caught my eye as we slowly made our ways to look for our desired seats. I took a quick glance at his name tag. “Park Jihoon,” I repeated in my mind as I sat down next to Minji.

Before we knew it, everyone had arrived and CEO BoA was emceeing infront of us— exposing every rule and procedure there was to Produce 101 Season 2. Of course, the boys and girls dorms we completely split off but other than that, interactions between girls and boys are highly encouraged.

We sat up top, along the seats labeled 25-32, and watched the performance that every company prepared. The trainers closely watched every performer and placed him/her in the appropriate classes. When it was my company’s turn to perform, I spotted the group of boys from earlier preparing for their performance backstage.

I walked to the waiting area with my groupmates behind me. The boys, who I just found out are from Maroo Entertainment, stood infront of me with Park Jihoon being the nearest to me. “This is so nerve wracking,” I whispered to myself as I peered onto the stage.

“You can say that again,” someone replied to me with a loud sigh.

I noticed that Park Jihoon, the boy from earlier, was talking to me. I slightly bowed down to him before he did the same to me. We both did this thing where we weren’t sure when we should stop bowing and start introducing ourselves and shaking each other’s hands. We both let out a light chuckle before he formally introduced himself, “I’m Park Jihoon from Maroo Entertainment.”

“Kim Gaein from F/C Entertainment,” I formally introduced myself as I reached out my hand, initiating the handshake.

We continued a light conversation with each in hopes of easing our own nervousness. “How grade are you in?” I asked him.

“I just started my last year of high school,” he answered.

“Really?” I gasped, “What a coincident! I am too.”

“Wow, we’re the same age,” he chuckled.

He was about the day something after but one of the PD’s ushered his group to make their way to the stage. I continued to watch from backstage as I mentally practiced my parts.

I watch as Jihoon exited the stage with his groupmates to retrieve his C class sticker backstage. Without another second wasted, the PD ushered my group to go up on stage. “Good luck, Gaein!” Jihoon called out to me, dropping the formalities between us instantly.

I raised my hand up and wave at him and his words of encouragement as I walked up the stairs to the stage. My group and I sang and danced our heart out on stage in front of the judges.

“Gaein, what position are you?” one of the trainers asked.

“Dance and rap,” I politely replied with the microphone close to my lips.

“Please show us your freestyle,” the trainer ordered as she leaned back into her hair and waited for me to dance.

I glance over to my groupmates and handed them my microphone. “Freestyle?” I mouthed the words to them.

All of them nodded as they gave me eyes of encouragement. I walk to the center of the stage, in front of the trainers, and wait for music to blare out of the speakers. The music flowed through my ears and into my bones. My movements naturally rode on the beats of the music as tried my best to make a lasting impression.

The judges took a while deciding the classes we would be divided into. I ended up being the only one going to Class B due to my slightly lacking rapping skill. I was happy that I didn’t end up in the lowest grade in my group. We all, then, headed backstage to retrieve our appropriate class stickers.

After our class re-evaluation, Jihoon was promoted to my class. That’s where we became closer friends through practicing day and night. Jihoon immediately climbed to the top after the first ranking. For our first elimination round, Jihoon’s and my group we’re doing the same songs (except, of course, one would be the boys version and the other would be the girls version). My position for that evaluation was main rapper. For our second evaluation round, it was a position evaluation— vocal, rap, and dance. Due to my ambition and desperation to climb to the top, I did not hesitate to show the National Producers a new side of me— my vocals. During this round, it was both girls and boys on the same team, since most of the trainees have already been eliminated. I was lucky enough to snatch the center and main vocalist position for myself. For the concept evaluation, it became center again but this time I changed my position to main rapper. Ever since I was recognized for my skills in all three positions, my ranking has been slowly climbing up; from 27 to 11 to 3 to 2.

Finally, this upcoming week was our finale, Produce 101 Season 2’s last performance which will reveal the final line up for the 11 memeber group for both the boys and the girls. I was practicing until late at night. I laid sprawled out on the dance practice room floor, staring up the ceiling. The door to the room quietly opened as my attention was diverted from the ceiling above. I turned over I watched as Jihoon stepped into the room. Throughout these past few weeks, I have watched Jihoon get to the top and stay at the top. “What are you doing in here so late? Still practicing?” Jihoon chuckled as he enter the room.

“It’s our finale after all... I really want to debut ,” I sighed.

“You did amazing last week. I’m definitely that you will make it,” Jihoon reassured, “You have it all: the dance, the rap, and the vocals!”

I chuckled at his compliment. “I know that we’re still trainees,” Jihoon began talking in a more serious tone, “But I really want you to know something.”

My heart fluttered for a split second as I looked into his eyes. “I just wanted you to know... that I really... like you. I admire you for your skill. I like you for your kindness... You don’t have to say anything right now. I just wanted to let you know,” he suddenly confessed before getting up, “See ya.”

“Wait,” I grabbed onto his arm, “I... can give you an answer right now. I know what position we are both in and nothing would really work... But I want you to know too. You don’t have to do anything about it but... I really... want you to know... that I... really like you, ever since the class evaluations that we had on the first day of Produce 101 Season 2.”

A warm smile spread across my face as I finally told him my true feelings. His expression was one of mixed feelings when he heard my words. I got up from the ground and waved goodbye to him as I sped walked to my dorm.

Today was finally the day of the finale, I had already finished my last performance on Produce 101 Season 2. I and the rest of the Produce 101 Season 2 girls and boys were all lined up shoulder to shoulder by last week’s rankings. I stood next to Jihoon, in the rank 2 spot, waiting for my name to be called by CEO BoA. Quick glances of nervousness were constantly exchanged between all the trainees. Tears, hugs, and words of congratulations filled our ears as names were being called to the final lineup of both the girls and the boys 11 member debut team. 

My heart was pounding out of my chest as there were only 3 seats left to be called for the girls. There were 6 seats left in total and way too many trainees waiting to be called. As the 3rd rank of the boys and the girls were called up together, my heart felt like it was about to rip through my ribcage. I watch Minji walk up to her seat along with boy trainee who also ranked 3rd. They both had bright smiles spread out across their faces as tears of happiness streamed down their eyes. Hugs were shared between all the ranked members as new members walked up to their correct ranks. I closed my eyes as I looked to the ground, afraid of who CEO BoA would call up next to the platform. “Finally... The top two trainees from the boys and girls will be called up here for your final ranking,” CEO BoA paused, “I would like to call up these trainees to the platform for your final evaluation... A/N’s trainee, Jung Sumin; MMO’s trainee, Kang Daniel; F/C’s trainee, Kim Gaein; Maroo’s trainee, Park Jihoon.”

My heart literally skipped a beat as my name was called out my CEO BoA. I opened my eyes again as I followed Jihoon to the platform. I waved back and forth to the National Producers as my name was being called by them. I was overly ecstatic that I had been called up for either rank 2 or rank 1 of Produce 101 Season 2 but deep inside of me, I really wished to sit in the rank 1 seat and become center of one of the Produce 101 Season 2 groups. We all stepped onto a slightly raised platform that individually separated us from each other. The faces of the 4 were brightly broadcasted on the LED screens infront of us. Although I could clearly see my smiling face on the screen, I was extremely nervous on the inside. “Who will become the centre position of the boys’ group? Who will become centre of the girls’ group? Who will take the final rank 1? Jung Sumin?” CEO BoA paused as a wave of enormous screams sounded through the air, “Kang Daniel?” another wave of fangirling screams rang out, “Kim Gaein?” a wave of scream and shouts sounded as my name was called, “or Park Jihoon?” more screaming and shouting rang through the air, “The final trainees who have made it to the centre position, the 1st rank, ” CEO BoA took a long and dramatic pause, “will be revealed on the LED screens... The centre and rank 1 trainees for girls’ group and the boys’ group are...”

I couldn’t tolerate staring at the screen so I closed my eyes and tried to calm my crazily beating heart. “The centre is... F/C’a Kim Gaein and MMO’s Kang Daniel!” CEO BoA proudly announced into the mircorphone.

I couldn’t believed what I heard and immediately opened my eyes only to see a feed of myself playing out right infront of me. Tears were forming in my eyes and were already falling, Jung Sumin had already made her way towards me. I threw my arms around her as we pulled each other into a tight hug. “Congratulations, Gaein,” she whispered into my ear.

I nodded at her as tears still oozed out of my eyes. We pulled away from out hug as she quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks. I tried to put on a smile to show her my gratitude but the corner of my lips kept turning down, threatening more tears to poor out of my eyes. I was never such a crybaby put I was extremely happy at my accomplishments. I turn over to my right to see Daniel and Jihoon congratulating each other with a hug and a smile on their faces, Sumin and I quickly approached Daniel and Jihoon with genuine happiness. Daniel opened up his arms to me as I threw my arms around him. “We made it,” I sniffled against his shoulders.

“Yes we did. We both finally ended as the centre of the debut groups,” he smiled as we pulled away from the hug. 

I immediately met eyes with Jihoon as he pulled away from a hug with Sumin. I walked over to him, a small smile finally appearing on my face. “You did it! Rank 1!” Jihoon exclaimed as he threw his arms around me.

I immediately broke out into more tears as I couldn’t contain the happiness I was feeling. He rocked me from side to side as I buried my face into his shoulder. My tears were stained his uniform blazer as I pulled away from our hug. “You did well too!” I managed to smile at him through my tears.

“Aigoo,” I’m not that kind of koreaboo, I swear Jihoon chuckled, “You need to stop crying now, you got first!”

Jihoon pulled on the sleeves of his shirt and brought his arm to my face, dabbing the tears away from my cheeks. Suddenly the entire audience broke out into an indiscreet awe, I noticed that they were all smiling at the small action Jihoon did to wipe the tears off cheeks. A light chuckle escaped my lips as I immediately began wiping my tears myself. “Would you guys give a word to the National Producers who have been supporting you on the show and the parents who have supporting you all throughout your journey?” CEO BoA announced as she handed Sumin to microphone. 

Sumin gave a small yet loving speech to the people who have supported her from day 1 and the National Producers who got her into the debuting group. She then passed it onto Jihoon who also gave a heartfelt speech to his love ones and thanked the National Producers who have supported him. The microphone was then passed onto Daniel who gave a loving speech to his friends and family and thanked the National Producers for all they have done to get him here before passing the microphone to me. I took a deep breath as I put the microphone close to my mouth. “I would like to start off with a big thank you to my friends and family who have supported me and another humongous thank you to the National Producers who allowed me to climb up the ranks. I plan on showing much more to the National Producers through debuting with these amazing people here!" I smiled and waved at the audience before making my way up the ranks behind the other.

Every few steps I would stop to hug a fellow debut member, whether it was a boy or girl, we all shared the same feeling as of this moment. After the final member was announced, this was Daniel and I were going to greet the National Producers as trainees in Produce 101 Season 2. We stood at the top of the triangle with a microphone is our hand. 

Produce 101 trainees, attention... National Producers, please take care of us.

[thorne93]

So It Goes...

Prompt: Entry for Fic roulette -- 9, Blue, Tulip, The Prestige: Tom Hiddleston; Celeb is with someone, meets reader, and falls in love; “Don’t forget me, okay? Promise?”; So It Goes - Taylor Swift 

Warnings: language, angst, adult content...

Word Count: 1067

Notes: Beta’d by the amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes -- this was probably my favorite one to write, if I’m honest. Song lyrics in Italics, dialogue in bold.

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Tom HIddleston Tag: @camigt1999 @lenawiinchester @esoltis280

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Was I this type of woman?

Hell no.

Did I want to be this type of woman?

Hell no.

Was I in fact, turning into this type of woman?

Yes.

A homewrecker, that’s what they call it, right? Such a beautiful term for someone who steps into a “home” of a loving family, and destroys it with their presence.

I’d met him at a crowded, dark after party at the Oscars a year ago. We’d seen each other from across the room, and it was as if the room ignited. The two of us shared glances all night, until finally, the inevitable pull of each other got in each other’s graces. He asked me to dance, and I obliged. Everyone was watching us, probably wondering what he was doing with me...

See you in the dark

All eyes on you, my magician

All eyes on us

You make everyone disappear, and

Cut me into pieces

Gold cage, hostage to my feelings

Back against the wall

That night triggered a wave of events that I should’ve regretted. Things I should’ve never experienced, witnessed, or said. But damn him and that smile. Damn him in that stupid fucking suit. Damn him and his wicked charm.

We were practically magnetic. Drawn to each other at every chance and turn.

'Cause we break down a little

But when you get me alone, it's so simple

'Cause baby, I know what you know

We can feel it

Both of us tried to say no, to stop this madness, to stop what we knew would end in pain, but how could we? How could we not kiss when it felt like our souls were meant to be? How could I not touch him when we left searing trails all over each other’s bodies? What kind of self mutilating torture would that be?

As the saying goes, one thing led to another, and we were under each other’s spell, unable to break it.

Or was it a curse? Damned to love each other.

And all our pieces fall

Right into place

Get caught up in a moment

Lipstick on your face

So it goes…

I'm yours to keep

And I'm yours to lose

You know I'm not a bad girl, but I

Do bad things with you

So it goes…

Time grew on and on, and we kept meeting, like a moth to the inevitable flame. Such a wicked, alluring, destructive flame it was too. With every meeting, with every time we were together, it was another tear to be shed for later.

Was it one sided? Was I stringing him along? No. Never… I only wanted what he wanted, and he wanted us. I wanted us.

Met you in a bar

All eyes on me, your illusionist

All eyes on us

I make all your grey days clear

And wear you like a necklace

I'm so chill, but you make me jealous

But I got your heart

Skippin', skip-skippin' when I'm gone

It seemed simple, right? We loved each other, we should be together. But nothing’s ever that simple….God, nothing’s ever that simple.

'Cause we break down a little

But when I get you alone, it's so simple

'Cause baby, I know what you know

We can feel it

And all our pieces fall

Right into place

Get caught up in a moment

Lipstick on your face

So it goes…

I'm yours to keep

And I'm yours to lose

You know I'm not a bad girl, but I

Do bad things with you

So it goes…

My lipstick, my perfume, evidence of our sins committed against each other. He never washed himself of me though. How could he bare to part with my scent? How could he even think of cleansing himself of me?

One year later, and we’re still on this ride. Doing what we shouldn’t be. Saying what we shouldn’t be saying, but I’m in a stunning black gown and he can’t keep his eyes off me. The red lines on his back traits of me marking my territory.

Come here, dressed in black now

So, so, so it goes

Scratches down your back now

So, so, so it goes

Our love was like a tornado, ruining anything in its path, but as it went on, our love became more powerful. But we flirted with danger too much. Our own flames consumed us, we fucked each other over, we fucked ourselves over.

But we didn’t care.

You did a number on me

But, honestly, baby, who's counting?

I did a number on you

But, honestly, baby, who's counting?

You did a number on me

But, honestly, baby, who's counting?

Who's counting?

(1, 2, 3)

Until...we did care.

Someone more powerful than I, propositioned him.

She held the ring, and ultimately, the key to him. He was powerless against her, and when she demanded we stop, that he would lose her, he chose her.

And it killed me.

The words hit me as if a building had fallen on me.

But we knew this would be our ending, didn’t we? From the very beginning.

So here we were, saying goodbye, one final time. The water misted up onto my face, thankfully hiding some of my tears, as he stood in front of me, clad in a tux from a recent award event.

“I’m so sorry,” he offered, kind as ever. How could I even fault him?

“Don’t be,” I tried, waving the apology off.

“I’ll always love you,” he vowed.

All I could do was smile at him, not allowing either of us the closure or satisfaction of me requitting the words.

Wiping tears from my cheeks, I asked him one final request, “Don’t forget me, okay? Promise?”

“Never,” he promised before pulling me into a tight hug, his arms feeling like a boa constrictor as I fell maddenly apart in his arms.

And all our pieces fall (pieces fall)

Right into place

Get caught up in a moment (caught up, caught up)

Lipstick on your face

So it goes (goes)…

I'm yours to keep (oh)

And I'm yours to lose (baby)

You know I'm not a bad girl, but I

Do bad things with you

So it goes…

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Holiday Magic Part Two

Summary: Christmas is a magical time of the year. Bucky and Y/N meet under odd circumsta

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,672

Warning: slight angst; fluff

A/N: This is part two of my submission to @caplansteverogers Christmas Challenge. Thank you for being patient and understanding stuff happens out of our control!!! You’re a gem!  

New Year’s Eve 2017 (6:00 p.m.)

Time Square was abuzz with revellers. People crammed together, trying to keep warm in the arctic New York weather, anxiously awaiting the famed Crystal Ball to begin its descent. Most partygoers are decked out with 2018 hats, plastic glasses and horns. Even at this early hour, confetti litters the street and sidewalk. Musicians ready their voices to perform, in spite of the frigid temperature.

Tony suggested an impromptu gathering. Nothing glamorous. GQ casual. Everyone gathered around the common room and murmured. Steve spoke up.

“What???!!! Are you feeling alright, Stark?”

“Yes, Father Time. I wanted to celebrate with only the team. Why do you find that so unbelievable?”

Nat couldn’t resist. “It’s so not like you Tony. What gives really?”

Sipping on what is undoubtedly an expensive bottle of bourbon, Tony responded “Listen, the past year was shit for the Avengers. Guess a fresh start is in order. Food’s on the way; alcohol’s already here. Even Capsicle and Popsicle have their Asgardian whatever the hell it is.”

Wanda clapped her hands. “Well, I love the idea of a team only gathering. Small and intimate.” Turning her gaze towards Bucky, “Of course we can bring a date?”

Y/N had become an important part of the team. Bucky was a totally different person when she came around. Everyone loved her. Nat and Wanda were ecstatic for another female amongst the sea of testosterone.

“I don’t see why not? Will Y/N be joining us tonight, Popsicle?” The brooding super soldier nodded ‘yes’, leaving the room.

Sam prodded Steve. “What’s wrong with Barnes? Trouble in paradise?”

“Naw. I’ll go check on him.”

Sitting on the floor, head in this hands, Bucky wondered why Y/N agreed to spend New Year’s Eve with him.

“Bucky, tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. Do you have any plans?” Y/N hoped they’d spend time together, ringing in a new year.

Shrugging, “Nope. Why?”

“Why? Because I’d love to spend the evening with you. I mean if you want.”

“Okay. See ya at 8?” Kissing his cheek, Y/N rushed towards the elevator. “Call you when I get home. Byyyye”

Raising his hand to knock, Steve caught a glimpse of Bucky on the floor. His door was slightly ajar. “Buck, what’s going on?”

“She’s a great gal Stevie. Y/N’s a real peach. Wonder why she’d waste her time with me?”

Steve leaned against the wall, “Pal, you gotta give Y/N credit. The woman genuinely cares for you. Why don’cha give her chance?”

Bucky raised his head, “M’sorry man. It’s been years since I’ve felt this way ‘bout a dame.” His eyes welled up.

“Are you falling in love with her? It’s only been a few weeks.”

“I dunno if it’s love, but when we’re apart, my heart yearns for her. Am I wrong for feeling this way?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Steve sighed. “You’re not wrong. Take your time and get to know her.”

“Get to know her?” Bucky scoffed. “What do you think we’ve been doing? Hell, I’m familiar with her whole family!”

“Calm down Bucky. It’ll be fine. I’m gonna shower and get dressed for the party. What time is Y/N gonna be here?”

“Eight.” He exhaled sharply. “Guess I better get dressed. Thanks for talking me down.”

“Anytime pal. See ya later.” Steve made the trek to his room across the hall. It was obvious how Bucky felt about Y/N. He also knew she shared the same feelings.

After showering, Bucky dressed in a pair of stone washed black jeans, a pale blue button down shirt and ankle boots. His damp hair was pulled into a neat man bun.

Opening the nightstand drawer, Bucky rubbed his calloused fingers across a black velvet box. Y/N had a thing for dolphins. He purchased a silver dolphin necklace with miniature diamond eyes. “M’gonna give this to her tonight.”

Bucky put the necklace on the top shelf of his closet and locked the door. Sam managed to creep in his room snooping from time to time.

New Year’s Eve (8:00 p.m.)

Y/N took one last look at herself in the elevator mirror. Hair, makeup? Flawless! Her tattered blue jeans hugged her curvaceous frame. Paired with a cream, back out midriff sweater and black flats.

Bucky waited nervously in the hallway. The elevator was slower than usual. Finally, Y/N turned letting her gaze fall on the fine specimen in front of her.

“Hey Doll. You look, wow!”

Kissing his cheek, “Why thank you Sgt. Barnes. I must say you clean up well.”

Offering his arm, “Shall we?”

Tony kept the menu simple and self serve; Hot, Mild, Atmoic, Lemon Pepper, Tereyaki, and Bourbon glazed wings, Spicy Smoked Potato Salad, New Orleans style coleslaw, Garlic Parmesan wedge cut fries, Chicken Bacon Ranch casserole, Twice baked cheddar biscuits. The desserts were to die for: New York Style Cheesecake in chocolate, strawberry, tequila and caramel.

Confetti, 2018 hats, horns, plastic glasses, and feather boas were on the ready. After feasting on delectable delicacies, the time had come for copious amounts of alcohol.

Y/N, Nat, and Wanda enjoyed extra strong martinis, dancing around the room. Tony, Steve, Sam, Bucky, Thor, Bruce and Viz engaged in a rousing discussion on traditional New Year’s Eve traditions.

Once in a while, Bucky would stop talking to take in the angelic sight before him; Y/N with her head thrown back, giggling like a teenager.

Steve nudged his arm, “Y/N’s having a blast.”

“Yeah, Stevie. M’happy she’s here with us; with me.”

Bucky loved the sound of her laugh and blinding glow of her smile. Taking a break, Y/N grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She felt a pair of strong hands on her waist.

“Hey Sarge. I missed you.”

Kissing the top of her head, “Missed you too. Having fun?”

Swallowing the refreshing clear cold liquid, “Bucky, I’ve NEVER had this much fun on New Year’s Eve!!!!” Pushing up on her toes, Y/N grazed Bucky’s lips with a kiss. “Thank you.”

Wanda pulled her back onto the dance floor. “C’mon girl, let’s paaaarty.” Bucky froze, relishing in the unexpected kiss.

New Year’s Eve (11:58 p.m.)

In preparation for midnight, everyone donned some form of 2018 wear. Bruce poured champagne for an already inebriated bunch.

Bucky held Y/N close to his side. The time had come to start the countdown……

10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..1…..HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!  There were hugs, tears, and kisses!!! Steve offered the toast. “I don’t know what the year holds for us, but dammit we’ll be together as we were meant to be!”

Slurring a few words. Sam started a somber chorus “Auld Lang Syne”

♫♪♫Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And auld lang syne.

CHORUS

For auld lang syne, my jo,

For auld lang syne.

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.♫♪♫

Bucky chose this moment to slip away with Y/N. “Why are we leaving Bucky? Is something wrong?

“No Doll, jus’wanna spend some time alone with you.” Opening the door to his room, “Ladies first.”

Taking in the sight in front of her, Y/N was transformed into the 1930’s. Bed neatly made, two hanging bookshelves, bedside lamp and nightstand. Nothing fancy but it all screamed James Buchanan Barnes.

“It ain’t much but m’okay. Guess old habits die hard.” Bucky never fancied extravagance. Plain and simple, like him.

Chuckling, Y/N motioned towards the closet. “What’s in there?” Turning the handle, unable to open it. “Why do you have your closet door locked? Who’s in there?”

Bucky brows drew together. “What? No one! Sam’s on the nosey side. Don’t want him messing with my stuff is all.” Part of that was true, part wasn’t!

“Excuse me while I use ‘the little girl’s room’ Sarge.”

“Sure thing doll. I’ll be here waiting for ya.” Tipsy, Y/N swayed into the bathroom, locking the door.

Wasting no time, Bucky unlocked his closet door, taking down the dolphin necklace, hiding it under his pillow. Hearing the commode flush and water running, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. “Shit, that was close.”

Kicking her shoes to the side, Y/N joined Bucky on his bed. ”Penny for your thoughts Sarge.”

Digging deep into his reservoir of courage, Bucky opened his mouth. “Y/N, since the night of Tony’s Christmas party, I can’t get’cha outta my head. I care for ya a lot.”

Laying her dainty hand atop the metal coolness, Y/N fluttered her eyelashes. “Sarge, I feel the same way. I can now laugh without wanting to cry. You’re good for me; we’re good for each other.”

“I, uh saw ya liked dolphins. Here’s something from me to you.”

Gasping, Y/N carefully opened the box. “Sarge! Oh my gosh, it’s breathtaking. Would you please put it on me?”

Standing in front of a floor length mirror, Y/N admired the necklace. Her smokey grey orbs glistened with tears. “Sarge, I love it and truth be told, in 5 days, you’ve managed to crawl into my soul and take root.”

Bucky lifted her chin. “2018 is our year. I’ll protect’ya with m’last breath. Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honor of being my best girl?”

Y/N scooted to his lap, getting a better angle on his soft lips. The kiss deepened as tongues fought for dominance. “Does that answer your question?” Bucky laid back on the bed with Y/N nestled against him.

2018 began where 2017 left off; filled with holiday magic for a promising new year so richly deserved, filled with endless possibilities.

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MI6-Hundred Thousand Scoville Heat Units, Or, The Heat It Takes to Make an M

Summary: MI6 is full of survivors.  The new M, Gareth Mallory, should fit right in.             

Notes:  This little fic touches on surviving torture and PTSD survival.  If you're struggling with that sort of thing, be kind to yourself and find another ficlet to cuddle up with.  It isn't graphic at all, but I wanted to put out the warning.

Thanks!Still finding my way through the 007-verse.  Hope you enjoy the little journey. :)

“Miss Moneypenny,” M said, voice quiet but firm as he flipped through the stack of documents in his hand.  “I’m afraid something has come up and I won’t be able to meet with the department heads for the breakfast meeting tomorrow. I believe I have an opening Thursday afternoon, if you’d be kind enough to see to it.”

Nimble fingers were already checking the computer and sending out his apologies.  Not that he needed to apologize, but it was the done thing. “Yes, sir.  The department heads have been notified, and if any of them have conflicts…” He raised an eyebrow and Moneypenny ground to a halt.  “Yes, sir.  I will make sure they know that this takes priority. Is there anything else?”

M finished flipping through the papers in his hand, pulled a pen out and scribbled his initial on a few lines and passed them across the mahogany surface.  “No thank you, Moneypenny.  That will be all for now.”

He sighed as he passed back into his office and closed the door. Another bullet dodged.

***

Where was the chili oil?

“You do understand, M, that these agents of yours don’t actually have a license to run roughshod over the law.  They have to answer to someone.”

And that someone will never be you.  As M, his was the last word when it came to his agents and he wasn’t about to pass them over to some bean counter who had never sacrificed a day in his life for Queen and country.

He raised a finger to get the attention of their server.  “Chili oil, please.”

The server gave a tiny bow and turned with an, “Of course, sir.” before disappearing into the back of the restaurant. Across the white linen tablecloth, the MP he was ignoring began to notice that he was being ignored.

“I say, surely you realize…”

M cut him off with a raised finger.  “Surely you realize that what my agents do, or do not do, is my purview, and ultimately, mine alone. The legality of their actions is defined much more stringently than the actions of MPs, such as yourself, or even the PM herself. If you have a problem with something that one of my people has done, you are by all means welcome to lodge a complaint through the proper channels. Oh good, here it is—” He looked up at the server carrying the small container of chili oil with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

The server dissolved in the way that excellent servants did—only visible when needed, and never when not—and he began to douse the white fish he’d been served liberally, and the man across the table raised both eyebrows in astonishment.

“You’re not going to eat that?” The MP cleared his throat and lowered his voice, apparently a little embarrassed to have been so caught off guard as to blurt something out like that.

“You’d be surprised,” was all M replied, finally raising his fork to his mouth and tucking into his luncheon with satisfaction.

***

“Santa Baby, slip the sable under the tree, for me…” 004 serenaded the office party with his best torch singer’s voice, wiggling a feather boa at anyone who got close enough for him to tease, “I’ve been an awful good girl, Santa Baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.”

“Been just awful, you mean,” another voice piped up from the back of the room, clear as a bell. “How many explosions on your tally, so far? If I remember correctly, two more and you’ll pass 006.”  Q’s face was pink from a little too much holiday cheer, but he still had Q-Branch under control.  Thankfully. His minions got stroppy quickly if things went wrong, but Q always seemed to know how to calm them.

Like Hagrid and his pets. Now wasn’t that a picture?

M pushed his way further into the room and paused where everyone could see him.  Startling a group studded with 00 agents was never a good idea.

“Happy Christmas to you all!” He smiled as broadly as was acceptable for a member of upper management and raised his laden arms.  “Father Christmas was busy, so I told him I’d drop this lot off.”

Several of the Q-Branch staffers skittered forward and helped him set down the gifts he’d brought, his smile a little less forced as he watched them happily digging through of the packages. He didn’t go in for the departmental Secret Santa gift exchanges—he always thought it ironic that spies loved spying on each other under the auspices of figuring out the perfect gift—but he was no Scrooge, and he appreciated his people.  They sacrificed more than most would ever be aware of, and even though they chose the life, that didn’t make their sacrifices any less important.

“Just the man we were hoping to see,” came a voice from the corner.  007 was lounging against the corner of a desk, looking for all the world like Q Branch had been tailored to fit him like one of his damned suits.  He waved a tumbler of what was probably very good scotch at Q, and the younger man nodded.

“Masters,” he said, “would you pop into my office and grab the box on the corner of my desk?  It should have a tag on it.”

The young blond fellow hopped up, disappearing into Q’s office for a moment and returning with an enormous basket with a red bow and an index card with a big green M on it.

“This is for you, I guess, sir,” he said, handing M the basket with a nod and a smile before plopping back at his desk and resuming his conversation.  

M looked down into the basket expecting his typical bottle of rum, if they’d realized that was his preference, or whiskey if they were still shopping for the old M.  Not that he minded.  Some nights, whatever was available was fine.

That wasn’t the case, though. Instead of alcohol—or, actually in addition to alcohol, because there was indeed a pair of bottles of Pusser’s in the bottom—but on top, there was… well, there was so much it was almost overwhelming.

He recognized hot British mustard, and a jar of Calabrian pepper sauce.  There was Szechuan chili oil, and hot pickled giardiniera.  There was even a bright red bottle of something called Dave’s Insanity Sauce.  

He picked the last up out of the basket and looked at the little tag on it.  From: Felix Leiter—with the CIA’s apologies to your stomach.

All the bottles had tags. Most were from 00’s.  One, with a handwritten label, was from Moneypenny. There was even a box of spicy chili laced chocolates with a tag that said, “Life isn’t worth living without chocolate –Happy Christmas from Q-Branch.”

He looked up and noticed the three best, or worst, of his charges had crossed the space to stand before him.

Bond swallowed a mouthful of scotch and nodded to the chaotic pile of condiments. “Alec tried to sneak in a salt-shaker full of gunpowder—he tried it one very memorable weekend in Siberia—but we convinced him that we didn’t actually want to poison you.”

M nodded. “I appreciate that.  Truly.”

Moneypenny grinned.  “One of those is my grandmother’s spicy pickapeppa sauce, but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Q use it as a degreaser in the lab, so be warned.”

Q shuddered.  “That stuff should be weaponized.  Wait.  I could….”

“Q!” Moneypenny punched him lightly in the shoulder and they shared a grin.

M stared at the little group, and then realized the other 00’s were watching them from their spots around the room.

Bond raised a shoulder. “We hope you don’t mind, but it was important to us,” he nodded, “to all of us, that we do this first Christmas right. We know we aren’t the most welcoming bunch.”

Q snorted into his drink, and 007 threw him a dry look.  “Most of us had a love/hate relationship with your predecessor, and unfortunately you got the brunt of it after Skyfall.”

M shifted the basket in his hands, trying to think of what to say.  He couldn’t think of anything.

Moneypenny took pity on him. “After a month and a half of rescheduling breakfast meetings, it became pretty obvious that they were never going to work for some reason.”

Q nodded. “I, for one, am very grateful for that fact—who wants to deal with bureaucracy before they’ve even had their tea—but, still.  Knowing that it was a thing, didn’t explain what it was, or why.”

007 met his eye and they shared a look of understanding.  “It wasn’t hard for the agents to figure out.  You aren’t one of us now, but you were once—or at least close enough for government work.” They all laughed at that, and Bond went on. “All the 00’s have things we avoid.  I swear Alec would shoot someone if they tried to feed him borscht.”  He looked grim. “Six weeks of eating nothing but rotten beets, and those rarely…” he didn’t say anymore.  He didn’t need to.

Mallory had spent three brutal months in the hands of the IRA, and they’d left their mark.  Or marks.  He’d found that the scars could be explained away, but the horror he felt at the scent of gluey oats, or the panic he felt at the smell of over-boiled cabbage and spoiled potatoes.  He’d been starved enough to eat anything, and then sick as a dog when he did.  It changed a man.

He looked around the room and felt closer to the 00’s than he ever had.  It changed all of them.

Q raised his glass, “So, we decided that this year our Christmas mission was to make sure that, you, as our new M—who is now stuck with us, for better or for worse—never ran out of what it takes for you to do the job. Whatever it happened to be. Even,” he picked up a cut glass jar full of candy and tilted it so he could read the label, “habanero flavored jellybeans.”

M nodded once, firmly, and shifted the weight of his present a little awkwardly, as yet unable to find his tongue.  Luckily, Moneypenny had no such problem.

“Now,” she reached in with a grin and grabbed the Pusser’s before heading back towards the rest of the partygoers. “Who’s going to let me show you how to make a proper Painkiller? Anyone?”

Q smiled and raised his glass in a little toast before sidling away, just leaving M and Bond.

“Happy Christmas,” Bond paused. “M.”

He looked at the other man and recognized the compliment in the use of his title.

“Happy Christmas yourself, 007.  And thank you.”