#He should have landed right on the sofa by the desk.

[theangel-aziraphale]

you know, snapping away Asmodeus is really not helping the whole smiting reputation you've got going on. i know you didn't smite him, but, appearances

Appearances mean little when we should have been having a private conversation in the first place.

[beargyuuzz]

TXT reacting to you jumping on them

Warnings: maybe cursing and flirting, you are their girlfriend.

MDNI

Please reblog! It’s always welcome and appreciated <33

Yeonjun: The two of you were in the studio, working on another song for the group. You were seated at the desk, watching him slowly go insane over one part as he tries to hit the note. After hours of recording and adjusting the part, an angry groan leaves him as he storms out and takes your place in the chair. You sit on the black leather sofa, giving him some space.

After a while, he begins pacing the room whilst grumbling. You shake your head. He always gets like this when he’s fixating. Without much thought, you stand up and jump on him. He catches you with startled eyes, beginning to laugh as a panicked yelp leaves your lips.

“What in the hell was that?” He says between laughter, his grip tightening on your thighs as he moves to sit on the couch with you still holding onto him. “You were doing it again.” Is all you say, shrugging as you cuddle into the man. He shakes his head, burying his face in your hair with a deep sigh.

“Sorry… let’s stay like this?”

Soobin: You were hanging out with the five men in their dorm. Everyone was doing their own thing, some playing games and others on their phones as you and Yeonjun rambled on in the kitchen. Soobin was annoyed that you weren’t with him, his little huffs catching Kai’s attention. The younger was fighting back his giggles, silently glancing to Taehyun and Beomgyu who had also been fighting laughter.

Yeonjun notices a tiny whine from the man, laughing quietly as he shoves you out of the kitchen with a laugh. This is when you notice your boyfriend staring at the ceiling with a pout on his face. You look at the others, raising a brow as you notice their silent grins. You point to yourself when Kai looks at you, motioning that you were going to jump on Soobin before holding your index finger to your lips.

You sneak forward, fighting laughter as you quickly jump on top of the man. The shriek he lets out breaks the dam of silence, the four others in the house howling in laughter as Soobin grabs your hands to attempt to move you. “Why would you jump on me?!”

“You were whining too much! While I was trying to feed you!” You explain, his ears turning red as he moves his hands to your waist. You take this as an invitation, plopping down on him as he holds you close. “Should have whined sooner…” he murmurs as the boys all groan in protest.

Beomgyu:

You and Beomgyu had been too busy to see each other for most of the month. With his comeback announcement and your job as a producer, you were both swamped with work. But today, you finally have the time to see him at the studio.

Walking down the hall, you greet staff quickly before passing the snacks you bought them over and heading into the room. All of the boys but Beomgyu knew you were coming, the four of them smiling playfully as your eyes land on the man hunched over the monitor with an irritated look about him. You smile gently, passing Taehyun the coffee and food you brought them before sneaking up and jumping onto beomgyu.

“What the fu- Babe? I thought you had work today?” The anger vanished from his voice as he turned in your arms, his hands slipping around your waist as you peck his lips. “I lied~” You throw a wink to your boyfriend, laughing as he picks you up and moves to sit with you in his lap. “You’re staying. Right. Here. With me.” He whines out his words, burying his face in your neck with a deep sigh of relief.

Taehyun: You should have known your boyfriend was going to be asleep on a day off. Anytime he had more than a few hours free, he was napping on any surface comfortable enough for him to sleep on it. And yet you still assumed that he was going on be sitting on the bay window with a book as per usual.

When Beomgyu opened the door, you let out a tiny laugh before removing your shoes and entering the dorms with a polite greeting. You make your way to Taehyun’s room, trying to figure out how you could wake him up. That’s when the idea hits you.

You enter the room quietly, smiling as you see Taehyun laid on his back with his phone on his chest. You almost feel bad as you jump onto him, making sure to land safely on top of him as a loud groan leaves him. His anger dissipates as soon as he sees your smiling face, laughter leaving him instead of complaints.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you baby?” Your boyfriend runs a hand through your hair, grinning down at you with lazy eyes. You simply shake your head, pecking his lips as you cuddle closer to the man.

“Let’s go back to sleep, yeah?”

Huening Kai: When you agreed to skate with your boyfriend, you didn’t expect the amount of focus he was going to put into the tricks he did. Was he showing off to impress you? Yes. He wanted you to see how much he’s improved since the last time you both went to the park. You smile as he lands another one, giggling when he makes a cute gesture in your direction.

After a while, you begin to want his attention more and more. He grabs his board, setting it by your own as he grabs a towel to wipe his forehead of the sweat that laid on his brow. You stand up, grinning as you get close to him and jump on his back.

He lets out a choked gasp, staggering forward before catching his balance and placing his hands on the bottoms of your thighs. “What was that about?” He asks you, kissing your arm as he holds you tightly.

“I just wanted your attention.”

[newtonsheffield]

Okay but Thursdays are Benny and Neddy days right? Because obviously best friends need to spend a whole day together.

Oh Benedict loves Benny Neddy days. He practically falls over himself to look after Neddy.

“I can do it! I can look after him!” Benedict said, snatching up Neddy’s backpack from beside Anthony’s desk.

“Do you not think you should tell Sophie that her day off’s about to be hijacked by a seven year old?” Anthony rolled his eyes, his chin resting on top of his son’s head as Neddy coloured feverishly on Anthony’s lap. A picture of him and Anthony and Kate, Newton at their side.

Benedict scoffed, “She’ll be fine.” He clapped his hands together, “Neddy teddy, you wanna spend the day with uncle Benny instead of here with boring old Dad?”

Neddy nodded, jumping off his father’s lap, “Can Newton come too?”

“Absolutely he can.”

“Still not even going to call ahead and let Soph know you’re bringing a boy and a puppy home?” Anthony rolled his eyes, “Doesn’t seem like the greatest idea to be honest.”

“You’ve been married for like… 5 months, don’t think you’re a relationship expert.” Ben rolled his eyes. “Come on, Teddy, let’s get away from Grumpy old Dad.”

“Are you not even the least bit worried Edwina’s going to think you’re trying to usurp her role as Favoruite Auntie?”

Anthony saw that landed as Benedict shifted nervously, “I’m not… scared of Edwina.”

“Oh sure, Buddy, enjoy your day!” Anthony smiled before he wrapped his arms tightly around his son, “By buddy, Daddy loves you.”

“Love you, Daddy!” Neddy said, scooping Newton up with some effort.

“Let’s go, Neddy boy! Should we get a treat to surprise Soph with?”

“Yes!”

“I think you appearing with a child and a dog will be enough of a surprise.”

It was, honestly, but that still wasn’t as much of a surprise as Ben flopping onto the sofa after Kate picked Neddy up and nudging her.

“We should do that.”

“Do what…?” Sophie blinked, “I said I don’t mind looking after Neddy, he’s sweet.”

Ben shook his head, “We should have a baby.”

And Sophie could only gape at him

[t-0ne25]

“I can’t sleep until I feel your touch.” — Option B1.1: Amethyst

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

As soon as you take another glimpse at the amethyst necklace again, you get thrown back to last afternoon. The purple dress. How he told you about his feelings. The kiss the two of you shared. Nothing comes close to that moment you had together. Fuck. You could have and should have realised so much sooner.

He was the first one you chose on this show, so he for sure will be your choice in the end, too. You head towards the cash desk, bringing the amethyst jewellery with you.

“This one, please,” you tell Lia while reaching for your wallet.

“The colour suits you,” she compliments you, while letting you pay and carefully putting the necklace into a small paper bag.

“Chan said the same,” you say, not really thinking about it.

Lia chuckles, “Are you guys finally a couple?”

“W-What?”

She rolls her eyes, finding it adorable that you don’t quite catch what she means, “Come on, when you entered the store with that bridal attire I thought you were running away from a spontaneous wedding into the arms of Chan. You’ve always had this certain chemistry that you usually only see in movies.”

Is this a sign? This is for sure a sign, right?

You grab the paper bag and put your wallet back into your purse.

“You’re right. I have to go, thank you, Lia.”

Rushing out the store, you almost stumble over your own feet and the ridiculously long white dress.

“Uhm, yeah sure, have a nice day!”

Half an hour later, you find yourself at the company Chan works at, knowing he will be there. Your expectations turn out to be true, when one of the assistants allows you entrance. Opening the door to his studio, you see him inside of it, big headphones covering his ears.

Still, he notices your presence, as he lays them aside, “Y/N… is everything alright? Why are you here?”

“You’re gonna be a lucky husband one day, Chan,” you boldy announce.

He looks at you confused, “What do you mean?”

“As long as you make me your wife, of course,” you add, shrugging your shoulders.

Chan gets up from his seat, shaking his head in disbelief. Long strides bring him closer to you. He’s a little puzzled why you’re in a wedding dress but he guesses it must be because of the show. Shit—did you really come to the studio right after quitting? You didn’t stay there till the end, right? It’s way too early for that. You were supposed to come back to Seoul tomorrow.

“Are you playing with me?” he asks, blinking twice.

“I would never, baby,” you reply, tilting your head.

His mouth falls agape, “Fuck… How… Why?”

“I made the wrong decision,” you admit. “I shouldn’t have let you go. No, screw that—I shouldn’t have said some shit like ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ when our moment hasn’t left my heart since then.”

A bright smile appears on his face, when he listens to your words, simultaneously pulling you closer as he grabs you by the hips.

“We’re idiots, aren’t we?”

“Absolute idiots,” you giggle. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and his gaze does the same with yours. “Just kiss me, Christopher.”

His mouth crashes into your own then, when he starts kissing you. A thousand fireworks are shooting through your veins, when he’s with you like this. You wonder if you would have made different decisions if you allowed him to kiss you that night in Vegas, but this doesn’t matter now anymore. All that counts is that you’re together with him.

“It’s always been you, baby, all this time,” Chan says in between kisses. He guides you towards the sofa inside his studio, before he sinks down and pulls you with him. You land on his lap, your lips staying connected with his throughout all time.

“It’s always been you, too, even before that night,” you confess.

“If that stupid red car appeared at the first try, you’d already be my spouse, hm?”

You keep kissing him, when he has you in his hold like that. It feels good to be with him. It feels as if it’s meant to be, after all.

“We’ve got all time now, baby,” you reassure him.

Chan adores it when you use that pet name for him—it makes his heart melt and his knees all wobbly. Although, you manage to have that effect on him at all times, really.

He suddenly changes the course, when he picks you up by the hips and lays you onto the couch. Now hovering above you, his lips travel further down. The irony that you’re wearing what looks like a fucking wedding dress, is insane. When Chan pulls the fabric over your head, revealing the red lingerie underneath, another thing gets spotted by his eyes.

“Is that an amethyst?” he asks.

You giggle, placing the gemstone between two of your fingers, “Hm, same colour as the dress you chose for me.”

“You’re insane,” he lets out, once again in disbelief. This all feels like a dream except for the fact that it isn’t. It’s all real.

“Insane for you, yes,” you chuckle.

Chan helps you out of your bra next, before he hovers his black sweater over his head. The contrast is almost hilarious—the elegant white dress that’s by now discarded somewhere on the floor and his simple but comfy clothes on top of it. 

His kisses enlighten on your skin again and he wanders further south, brushing over your breasts, taking one of your sensitive buds into his mouth, while the other one is pinched between his fingers.

“Let me get a taste of you, yeah? How’s that sound, babygirl?” he asks.

“Fucking perfect,” you reply, parting your legs for him.

“Make yourself comfortable, hm?”

You nod, as you allow him to take your panties off of you. A whiff of your scents enters his nostrils and he feels himself drooling at the thought of finally having you under him like this. Oh, how much he wanted to eat you out that night. Do even more. And start right again when the two of you woke up the next day.

His fingers spread your pussy lips apart, giving his tongue better access to your clit. A string of saliva hits you, although this isn’t even necessary—you’re already drenched for him, absolutely soaking wet because he’s so close to you.

The kitten licks soon turn into Chan making out with your pussy, as two of his fingers gently push into your hole, all effortlessly. He stretches you out perfectly, scissoring you open. Shit—you’re not gonna last long, that’s for sure. You should have done this back then, should have waited for another stupid red car to drive around the corner and then spread your legs for your best friend in that hotel in Vegas.

When Chan curls his fingers unexpectedly, you already envision yourself seeing stars very soon and when a few more encouraging words leave his lips, you cum all over him, coating his fingers and tongue in your juices. Your best friend helps you through your high, before he takes his time to lick both your pussy and his fingers clean.

“That was… unbelievable,” you say in between heavy breaths, trying to calm down a little.

A gentle kiss gets placed on top of your forehead, before you watch Chan walk towards his backpack that’s at the other side of his room.

“What are you doing?” you ask, balancing yourself on your elbows.

“Grabbing a condom,” he lets you know.

You gulp, “Uhm… you know, we don’t have to use one. I’m on the pill.”

Chan knows you’re on birth control. He’s your best friend and usually has to remind you to take it on time thanks to how forgetful you can get, especially when being stressed. But this is insane. The fact you’re gonna let him fuck you raw, lets him fear that he might just cum in his pants.

“Alright then,” he says, before letting the wrapper fall somewhere on the ground, out of sight now. You chuckle because of his excitement, waiting for him to come back.

“Chan…” you whisper, while he’s busy getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, back on the couch now.

“I need you… so much…”

“Sure, darling,” he chuckles. “Can you turn around for me?”

You do as you’re told, getting on all fours for him. Chan places a pillow between your head and the armrest for a little bit of comfort, before he aligns his hard cock with your entrance. He pushes himself inside, centimetre after centimetre. Due to his size, you’re glad he’s prepared you so well.

Chan starts with slow movements but once he hears you moaning his name, drooling all over the soft cushion underneath, he picks up his pace a little. One of his hands is placed on your ass cheek, spanking you whenever you clench around him. The other one is at your neck, keeping you in the position he wants you in.

“Fuck– Chan–“ is all you’re able to let out. His hand wanders away from your ass, sneaking between your legs from the front instead—he starts playing with your clit, chuckling right into your ear, when he feels you get closer so soon again.

“Come on, be a good girl and give me another one,” he whispers.

“Chan– I can’t it’s–“ your body feels possessed by the sensations he’s giving you. 

“Oh, you can. I know you can, darling,” he encourages you, while fucking ever deeper into you, railing you into oblivion.

You hastily nod, “Yes– okay, God, right there, please, please, please–“

A few seconds later, your second orgasm takes over you. You drown out your noises, when you scream right into the pillow. Chan has different plans, though, when he slowly pulls you away from it, wanting to listen to your sinful noises.

“Let me hear you, baby.”

He helps you through your high, feeling himself getting closer. Your name slips from his lips like a mantra, before he pulls out of you and his seeds land on your ass and lower back. He is quick to bring an old shirt to clean you, before he hands you some fresh clothes that he has at the studio as well as a bottle of water.

“Uhm… the… the microphone was still on,” Chan says, when he takes a look at all the equipment, seeing a little red light blinking.

“I think we’re used to that by now. Feel free to use it for one of your songs,” you tell him.

He’s gonna faint anytime soon, if you keep going like this.

“God, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Chan slips into his clothes, too. “Let me turn all the devices off and then I’ll take you out for a date, okay?”

“Okay.”

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[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Stormy Weather

Summary: While you’re struggling to get home from a month-long mission, Jeff and Natasha seek comfort from missing you.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1408

Warnings: None

A/N: Hiii, sorry I know I haven’t been posting much lately. I’ve had so many ideas, but I can’t seem to get them written in a way I actually like. Plus, my motivation to write only ever seems to come when I’m at work and can’t write 😭 I’ll try my best to start posting more regularly again but no promises, thank you all for sticking around :) comments and reblogs are much appreciated :)

This was also based on an ao3 comment from a fic MONTHS ago, that I just got round to actually writing 😭

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)

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Natasha rubbed her eyes harshly. Staring at the screen day after day was taking its toll. 30 days this would be; 30 days since you had gone on a mission that should have only been two weeks.

There were complications, and she knew you didn't have the time or the means to contact her directly. But she was exhausted, barely sleeping, needing to be there in case you *did* manage to get in contact. 

Natasha knew she couldn't have gone with you. No matter how much it would have alleviated her worries, she had other priorities. Working on the desk side of the same mission would be enough for her.

Patters of rain made Natasha jerk her head up. No light came through the window, but the circles of water indicated that the predicted storm was on its way. Natasha sighed; she'd been far too engrossed in work to even notice nightfall. She hoped Jeff had been okay with her absence.

After a sigh and a stretch, the door to the home office opened, and Natasha stepped out. A break was necessary, and some company would do her and Jeff some good.

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Natasha reached the living room entrance before she paused, staying quiet to see a scene of innocence play out.

Jeff had padded right past her; the Blahaj he carried acted as blinders for his peripheral and even blocked some of his front-facing vision. Natasha watched as Jeff shuffled and hopped to see over his stuffed shark, before the sofa blocked her view. 

Natasha watched Blahaj’s tail slowly disappear before she followed. Jeff had been working longer than she’d seen, as pillows and blankets lined the sofa, along with a few stuffed animals you had bought for him. 

Jeff froze when he noticed Natasha was watching. The two stared, unblinking, for seconds that seemed to stretch. Then Jeff flopped, his back legs dropping into a seated position and his head bowing.

“Is that Y/N’s t-shirt?” Natasha asked gently, pointing at the white shirt half pulled over the Blahaj’s head. 

Jeff followed his nod with a dejected “mrrr”. Natasha knelt in front of him; she noticed tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Miss,” Jeff signed. 

The rain was getting heavier against the window, and Natasha knew the thunder and lightning were soon to begin. Jeff would need her comfort. 

“I miss Y/N too; it’s been just us for a while, huh?”

“Mrrr.” Jeff nodded again.

“Let me help you with this then,” Natasha stated, finally catching Jeff’s attention when she pulled Blahaj between them. Jeff pushed under Natasha’s outstretched arms to take a position on her lap, reaching out to pull the shirt on properly. 

Natasha’s expression softened; she could see how much Jeff missed you, yet all she could do was sit and wait with him. She hardly knew more about your whereabouts than the land shark, but at least he had the bliss that came with ignorance, lacking knowledge that you would ever be in danger. 

“Mrrr,” Jeff hummed, grabbing and stretching to wrap his arms around more than just the shirt. It pulled Natasha out of her thoughts, her focus returning to the room. A stuffed toy in her hands, the weight of the land shark on her lap, the sound of the rain and a distant rumble of thunder outside-

Jeff repeated his whine. Natasha bent her arms until Jeff could cling onto his plushie, wrapping his limbs around it as much as he could and squeezing it tight.

In turn, Natasha drew Jeff closer. Her hidden hand kept Blåhaj upright, knowing Jeff would reject the help but tumble off her lap without it.

Their peace was interrupted by the first - sudden - rumble of thunder. Natasha and Jeff reacted immediately; the Black Widow startled at the sound but reflexively pulled Jeff closer. Meanwhile, the land shark squeezed Blahaj tight and buried himself in Natasha’s lap.

“That was loud.”

“Mrrr.”

“Are you okay, Jeff?”

“Mrrr.” He shook his head, face still pressed firmly into the soft plushie. 

“The thunder is scary, I know-”

“Mrrr!”

“-but it can’t hurt you here. I’m with you. Why don’t we finish what you started? Turn all these pillows and blankets into the best fort we can make. How does that sound?”

“Mrrr.”

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One month away from this warmth. One month away from your fiancee and your land shark. The need to find them filled your mind; there was nothing you wanted more, to finally be able to while the evening away, to do nothing but bask in their companionship. As suddenly as quiet settled in your surroundings, so too did the thoughts in your mind, trailing away until you felt at peace. The mission report could wait.

Flashes of the mission ran through your mind, of mess-ups, mistakes, twists and turns, of constantly battling to just get home. You hardly even noticed the pouring rain, too caught up in your thought; even on your way back, the weather revolted against you. A long sigh left you when the door clicked shut.

A cosy quiet came with it. Appliances and radiators hummed throughout the house, while the noises of the thunder and rain diminished the second the door shut. With the quiet, even your brain began to relax, focusing on the warmth and safety you had spent a long month missing.

One month away from this, away from your land shark. Away from your fiancée. Did they know you were returning? Natasha would be greeting you if she'd seen the mission success, but then again, data had been patchy on the field, and you weren't even sure it had been sent. 

And Jeff would be barrelling in to greet you if he'd heard the door shut.

It seemed, for once, you had the element of surprise upon your return. 

As quietly as you could manage, you shed your outer layer of clothes and hung them up to dry. Jeff would always be excited to see you, but you doubted Natasha’s enthusiasm if you traipsed dripping garments through the house.

Through the pattering rain, you made out the faint noises of the TV, soft voices that guided your search to the living room.

You’d missed home. Even a perfectly created mission left an absent feeling, a creeping loneliness you struggled to put your finger on. But it was this; missing the small captures of life: a scene too spontaneous to be planned and small enough to oft be overlooked. 

A dazzling fort of cushions and blankets adorned your sofa. You wouldn’t be surprised if Tony Stark himself had built it; it was a feat of engineering. However, the actual creators hadn’t strayed far. In the middle of it all lay your two loves; Natasha dozed with her arms loosely wrapped around Jeff. The pair of them held Blahaj tight against Jeff’s stomach. 

They still faced the TV, but from the look of the channel, sleep had taken hold of them far before you arrived. Orange chickens flooded the screen, seeming to be the focus of the program – Jeff’s worst nightmare. The land shark had been much more cautious around them since his encounter with Susan, the farm chicken who looked identical to those on TV. Jeff couldn’t have slept knowing his feathered foes were just a screen away.

You switched it off; just in time. Another wave of thunder rumbled, and you saw Natasha tremble in her sleep, her grip on Jeff and Blahaj tightening. Tight enough to wake the land shark.

Jeff awoke slowly; he sought comfort and warmth in Natasha’s arms while he blinked his way into full awareness. The moment he saw you was clear; his eyes and mouth widened, and his tail thumped up and down repeatedly. That is…until he remembered his situation. Very quickly, Jeff stilled, then moved a finger to his lips.

“You don’t want me to wake her?” you whispered, an estimated translation of his actions. It took a few more signs from Jeff for you to understand.

“Mother. Didn’t sleep. Tired. And scared.” 

"And you're not scared?" you signed back.

"Jeff brave."

"You’re the bravest, Jeff.” As you spoke, the thunder rumbled once again. Jeff’s fingers dug into his stuffed toy, with a slight whimper escaping that you pretended you didn’t notice. “Thank you for looking after Nat for me; you’ve done it so well.”

“Now… is there room for three in that fort? I think it’s time we napped.”

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Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character​​ @wolferine​

[the-possum-writes]

Hi, could I ask for a 'there's only one bed' trope with finn the human? Thanks!

There's Only One Bed!

❥Ship: Finn Mertens/Reader

❥Tags: Oneshot, Fluff, humor, fanfic tropes, gender neutral!reader

❥Synopsis: A terrible storm has lead you and Finn to stay at an inn, confesiones are made and tropes are expected.

❥Taglist: @watchingfromthefloorboards

You wish you could call this an ordinary storm but after witnessing a metallic billboard get blown off its hinges and crash land on a car, it's understandable why you don't want to risk traveling in this weather. The safest idea was to cut this expedition short and seek refuge in a nearby town, preferably the cheapest inn you two could find.

"Yeah we're alright, just gonna wait out the storm at an inn," you hear Finn talking to Jake through the phone line. It isn't like you're actively eavesdropping on him, it's just that you happen to be within hearing distance. What a coincidence. "Chill man, we're gonna get separate rooms-" Finn gives you a side glance before placing a hand over the receiver end and purposely turn his back, but you can still manage to distinguish a few lines. "No, no, I don't need you to lecture me on tier 15 again... Cause I'm not a preteen anymore geez! I'll see you in the morning." he eventually hanged up in a furious whisper, looking rather agitated.

"Something wrong?" you ask him, going so far as to fan him with a pamphlet.

Finn scratches the back of his head with a brief laugh. "Nothing, just Jake being Jake." he changes the topic by pointing to the reservation desk. "Did you get our room keys?"

You lower your sight to the ground, scratching the back of your ear. "Yes and no. They told me all the rooms were taken except for one..." to demonstrate your point you raise the single key hanging from your index finger.

Finn exhales from his nose in a tiny laugh. "Really? Uh, that doesn't sound too bad. We've camped together before, you'll just take one bed and I'll take the other."

You nod with uncertainty, too embarrassed to explain the situation until he sees it for himself.

Finn didn't see an issue until you two reached said room in question, opening it to reveal the only thing you've been dreading after watching countless cheesy room coms with Pb and Marcy. A single king sized bed in an otherwise spacious room, not only that but it's decorated with hearts, shades of pink and typical lovely dovely imagery usually reserved for valentines day. "Reception said the honeymoon suite was the only one available," you shift awkwardly as you take a step inside the room, it reeks of lotion and flowery scented candles. "The decoration is awful, but look at the bright side! it had a 2x1 discount price." Finn can tell you're trying to make light of the inconvenience but it's pretty hard when everything in the room screams romance while the two of you are just friends. Right?

Okay that's a partial lie, there's been some growing tension between the two of you for a while now but for the sake of the friendship neither of you took the initiative.

"No biggie! You're probably more tired than I am. You can take the bed." Finn reassures you, funny enough he turns around to avoid meeting your gaze. You lower you back pack beside the bed and it's overly exaggerated amount of pillows. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll just sleep on this weird curved sofa."

"... Uh Finn, that's not a sofa." you pause momentarily, realizing you'd rather not explain what that piece of furniture is. Or even less, explain why you know what that piece of furniture is for. "You've done a lot of heavy lifting all the way here, maybe you should have it." you raise a hand to his shoulder but the boy flinched to your touch.

"No, no its alright. Honest!" his tone is slightly raised, proving the opposite.

His conversation with Jake started making sense now. You firmly press your hands on Finn's shoulders and force him to turn him around, that's when you're met with what he was trying to hide, the tomato red blush spread over his boyish face. "Finn, we're both equally tired after that trip, we both deserve a good night sleep. Besides, we've known each other for a long time and I trust you won't do anything inappropriate, so I don't see an issue with sharing a bed for today."

"But..."

"Do you trust me?" you interrupt him, keeping eye contact.

"I uh, I do." he nods.

"Good," you end the conversation with a stern nod. "Now I'll go take a hot shower and get out of these wet clothes."

Finn watches you grab a change of dry clothes and make your way to the bathroom, he admires how mature you handled the situation while he's standing here with his face hot enough to fry an egg. Normally he has no issues sharing beds, but the obvious embarrassment reveals his true feelings about you. Despite how you handled the situation in front of Finn, the second you hide behind the bathroom door you find yourself blushing madly as you squeal under your breath.

After the two of you warm up, tuck into bed and turn off the light, you feel your roommate turn his back to you on his side of the bed. If anyone walked in on the two of you they would think you and Finn are a couple who had an argument. You don't know why but you feel at peace, maybe it's the tranquility of sleeping in a bed after camping in the wilderness, the blankets warmth compared to walking in the rain, or the water droplets smacking against the windows in an almost rhythmic melody. Truthfully, you think it's because of Finn's presence next to you, something about it makes you feel safe and comfortable. Like when he watches over you when you sleep during stake outs.

"Hey Finn, are you asleep yet?" you fear he’s already long asleep, but he responds with a raspy voice, as if he was on the brink of sleeping.

"Not anymore," he chuckles. "What's up? Can't get some shut eye?" he asks.

"Kind of, sorry about your own sleep though. I'm probably a terrible roommate." you lament, hiding deeper in the covers.

"You're not that bad, at least you don't snore like Jake after a house party." you appreciate his comforting words with a brief laugh, but there's still something bothering you. "Then why were you so adamant about sharing with me?"

Finn didn't respond immediately but you feel the bed shift lightly. "Cause the thought of being so close to you made me feel funny." The response wasn't exactly what you were expecting. "A good funny or a bad funny?" you indulge yourself in his explanation. "Well, it makes me happy and warm inside so it's probably a good funny." he's no fool and neither are you, but Finn is being careful about this in case you don't feel the same, almost like he's treading on thin ice. Which is dumb, because you share the same feelings.

You lift the top portion of your body so you could turn around and face Finn, where he still has his back to you. "You also make me feel happy and warm." Finn finally turned around, his shocked face turning into a pleasing smile. "And here I thought I would make for a terrible roommate." you laugh one last time before breaking into a long yawn.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow."

If it wasn't for last night's confessions it would've made the next morning much more awkward, you woke up wrapped around in Finn’s arms with your legs tangled within his in a domestic display you've only seen in romance movies. Looks like overused tropes aren't so bad after all.

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Summer at the lighthouse part 1

this is the first time posting some of my stories in here so 💀🙏 pray for me y’all. It’s a bit of a long one so I’ll do 3 parts cause that’s all I got up to before I gave up lol. Help why did I write so much. Sorry it’s it’s cringe😭🙏😭🙏 Enjoy

CHAPTER 1- DAMN SEAGULLS

Should have taken swimming lessons I thought, as I looked out at the vast open sea that stretched its sparkling blue fingers all the way across the horizon. It was only 3 months right, I thought. It’s not like i have to stay here forever. It was so stupid coming to stay here, my dad had sent me here for the summer as he often was called out during these months for army protocols, but this year was a bit of a stretch. I barely knew the parents I was staying with however my dad said he new them well and it wouldn’t take long for me to settle in. James and Maddie, those were their names weren’t they, they were both middle aged and sea worn yet they seemed quite friendly. I couldn’t say the same about Leah I thought: she was their daughter, fair haired, blue eyes, perfectly simetical face. Leah had a younger sister called Darcy too. I lost my trail of thought as far above me I heard the screaming of a seagull as it circled the top of the lighthouse. It looked down at me distastefully.

As I finally began to lose my self in daydreams again, splat! Something landed on my shoulder and dribbled down my shirt. “Well shit,” I groaned looking down on the stain. Even the seagulls didn’t  want me here, before I got shit on again, I started to make my way towards the iron door of the lighthouse. It took some effort to open it but when I did, a blast of warm air greeted me and I stumbled inside, slamming the door behind me. Inside wasn’t much better then the outside of the lighthouse, pail green wallpaper hung on the walls, a sofa was shoved into the corner and everything else was randomly positioned around the room. However I didn’t pay much attention to it as I pulled my trainers off and threw them onto the door mat. After running up the stairs into the kitchen, I pulled of my shirt and put it in the washing machine, i mushed the buttons on the panel and left to go to my room. I stopped on the 5th floor, my room, and stood, taking in the tiny room I was supposed to live in for 6 months. I had brought my bags in earlier and mostly unpacked. No one was home but being shirtless made me uncomfortable, so I found a large shirt to wear till my top was out the wash.

Sighing, I looked curiously up the stairs towards Leah’s room; her family were out and I had seen every other room… it’s not like it would hurt anyone too look, would it? Carefully, I crept up the stairs and entered Leah’s room. Huge bookshelves lined the walls, a warm  grey carpet lined the floor, a desk which was piled with books was squashed next to a single bed, a couple of bean bags were strewn about with heaps of other junk. Huh pretty typical for a 16 year old. Sweeping the room again, I noticed the girl sat, on the bed facing the window. “Uhh hey” I said, straightening up and trying to look impressive. “Wha-“ the girl yelled and her golden hair whipped round as a hand flared out for a book that was balanced on the desk. Her fingers grasped the book and hurtled it across the room towards me. SMACK! It hit me right in the my stomach, the speed had thrust the air out of me yet i managed to stand my ground and not fall over. For a moment her eyes caught mine, those clear crystal blue eyes, their beauty made me giddy and my thoughts unclear. Damn it George! Snap out of it! “Thanks,”That was probably the stupidest and least charming  thing I could have said in the moment. “George Saveltion, nice to meet you.” I was so shocked and utterly wordless, it took all my effort to choke the words out and keep my voice steady.

Then I ripped my gaze from hers and bent down to pick up the book, as I grabbed it from the floor, I read the title, ‘the man who hunted gods’. “Oh! I err sorry didn’t know who you were for a minute there, we don��t normally have random people in the lighthouse a mile from shore,” muttered the girl in a sarcastic tone, looking away from me again, “Leah Evehouan as you probably already know, if u have any problems just come and ask.” Then she twisted her body away from me and hunched back over a pile of open study books. God it felt so embarrassing standing here in a strangers house, a couple feet away from the prettiest girl I had ever seen and holding a book, with no idea what to do now. “Err so where,” I paused, mustering the courage to speak to Leah again. “Where do I put this book?” Leah then turned back towards me which made my heart beat faster against my ribs , her golden hair flashed in the sunlight and a small smile spread across her lips. She was so immensely gorgeous that her mere presence intoxicated me, as though I was drunk on it.

“Give the book to me, George.” I watched her lips as she said the words and as she said my name, I met her gaze. Great job George real good first impression, I thought. She probably thinks you’re some creep acting all weird round her. Trying my best not to seem as awkward as I felt, I walked over to her and placed the book into her hands. Our finger tips brushed against one another and the sudden urge to take her hands in mine was overpowering. For a second it was like that, my hands in hers, holding the book and then it was over. I left Leah’s room without dying of embarrassment, which was a good sign. The afternoon was slow. So slow in fact, I almost worked up the guts to speak to Leah again but the reality of her actually wanting to speak to me killed that hope.

Most of the time I sat on my bed and played some old video games. At about two, a swarm of seagulls were circling the lighthouse and giving me a splitting headache so doing what any normal person would do, I opened my window and started throwing stones at them. I also thought about shouting at them but I didn’t want to leave a bad impression on Leah, so I just threw stones at them. I hit a couple and I’m pretty sure they looked at me with the ‘your dead meat’ face. After that I must have fell asleep because next thing I know is that I hear yelling in the background and a lot of stomping feet. Wha.. it took me a couple of seconds to figure out what was going on, I heard the shouting more clearly now “LEAH, GEORGE COME DOWN!” It sounded like a male voice so I assume James was calling us. Slowly getting up, I readjusted my two-sizes-big shirt and started making my way down the stairs. The night was mostly a blur as we ate dinner and all started to head to bed. Using the only bathroom in the house, I showered and got ready to at least try and sleep. When the lights went out, all I could hear was the damn seagulls shrieking at the tops of their stupid bird lungs. Sleep came for me as soon as I lay my head down on the pillow. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be for my first night, I woke a couple times to the sound of those godforsaken seagulls and lay awake to them and the sounds of the sea. Around five am, I awoke for the third time tonight and decided to do downstairs to see if the fire was still on. Maybe the little red flames would chase away whatever kept me from sleep? Propping myself up on my elbows, I scanned the room to try and find anything out of place before I got out of bed. Small shards of moonlight filtered through the blinds of the windows either side of the room, they danced across the floor and made sliver patterns on the bookshelf. Nothing was amiss. Shrugging, I climbed out of bed and the cold air shocked my skin: I was only wearing boxers on this chilly night but I shrugged of the cold and decided I needed a book. I grabbed my dressing gown from the floor and pulled it on, making my way to the bookshelf, I scanned for any interesting books… Maybe it had one of the books Leah had read on it, maybe I would like it. Leah?? Why was I thinking of Leah? So stupid I thought to my self, yet I felt strangely compelled to make my self interesting for her, like I wanted to fit in. The feeling was strange and I stood for a minute trying to understand it. For a second I faltered… what if.. what if… no it wasn’t a what if, I had caught feelings for her. Ha my logical brain mocked me, I had know her for a day of course I couldn’t have caught  feeling for her could I? This is stupid, but it was the first time I had actually started to like someone so I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do. Stupid I repeated in my head. And somehow I still found my self creeping up the stairs towards Leah’s room, searching for the book she had thrown at me. So stupid I repeated, this will never happen again I mumbled to myself, yet I still let my mind lead me on towards the top of the stairs.  

I couldn’t see much in Leah’s room so I couldn’t make out her shape in the bed, so ever so carefully, I made my way across the room to her desk and scanned for the book I wanted. There! Right on top of a huge pile, lay the book, ‘the man who hunted gods ’. Summing all my will not to make my hands shake and tumble to pile of books, I reached for the book and slowly lifted it off the pile. I left out a sigh of relief. Still moving as carefully as I could, I tiptoed back over to the stairs and started to make my way down it. I felt so oddly accomplishes, so giddy with joy for no apparent reason. With each step i leaped further down the stairs so I was nearly running down the stairs. Oh my god what was I doing?? I was only 16, yet my emotions swept me along and I raced down each step.

I was flying so fast through the darkness that didn't notice the hunched over figure at bottom off the stairs, their back bathed in moonlight, their golden hair falling over their shoulders, their look of wide eyed horror as I came pelting down the stairs towards them. I noticed too late… Leah… SHIT! The force in with we collided was so intense that it almost sent me flying backwards but the momentum pushed us both down at least 7 steps onto the living room floor. To be honest I thought the concrete floor would hurt so bad when I fell but it actually didn’t, it felt kind of soft like a… pillow? Oh god, double shit! I think I landed on Leah. Then from below me I heard a muffled ow and “get off me you jerk” or something like that. So I pushed my self up into a sort of sitting/kneeling position.

And then I noticed it.

If it wasn’t dark in the room, Leah would have seen me turn into a tomato, u see Leah had fallen backwards onto her back and I had fallen forwards, my legs spread apart from sprinting down the stairs. You can already see where this was going. So I had landed on top of Leah, her legs in between mine… I swear I must be glowing red by now. And just a moment ago, I was lying just like that but I was also lying on her chest and right next to her face. Leah groaned and said “get off me you jerk” then added “completely off me”. Stumbling, I got up, my legs a bit scratched from the landing and retrieved my, well Leah’s book from where it had fallen. Then before I could ask why she was sitting on the stairs at five in the morning, she got up, turned to me and demanded “What the hell were you running because down the stairs for? You looked like you had seen a ghost or something!”

My brain had stopped functioning properly and I stood there, like a idiot, and didn’t say anything. I was too distracted by her beauty. Wow this girl was pretty, her blue eyes looked like the marbling of the ocean when a breeze brushes across it, her skin looked like a golden honey brown. I hadn’t seen before but Leah was wearing short black pyjamas shorts and a cropped white shirt, with black stripes sewn down the seems. Snap out of it George! She is 16, stop being insain.Before I could say anything else, I heard some footsteps from upstairs and a couple seconds later, Darcy was jogging down the stairs towards us. Unlike Leah, Darcy had dark brown hair, almost black and had hazel eyes. They looked so different, like contrasting colours but you could tell my the shape of their faces, the different angles and points that they were related, that they were sisters. Darcy was 13 and wore a strapped silk top, probably died blue or purple or another pretty colour girls liked, the silk trousers were obviously matching and she had her hair up in a wild bun. She skipped down the steps and stop and the last one. “Is everything alright? I heard a crash.” She was looking at Leah not me, and then Leah answered “Yeah everything is alright but, Mr Clumsy over here ran down the stairs and almost squashed me, now go back to bed.” Darcy looked over to me, eyed me up and down, and then her eyes fell on my bare chest as my dressing gown had come undone and  and I remembered the fact that I was basically naked next to two girls that I barely knew. “He’s got abs too” said Darcy, a dreaming tone in her voice. Leah sniggered and motioned for Darcy to go upstairs.

After the incident on the stairs, Leah had lead me back upstairs, made me sit on my bed and started interrogating me. “So why were you coming down stairs then huh?” She snorted, spinning around on the chair next to my desk. “I couldn’t sleep so I was going to read and I was running because,” I was only going to tell a half lie see I am terrified of the dark but then again that’s not why I was running, “I was scared of the dark and I thought the fire would still be one so… I ran downstairs.” Leah kept spinning on the chair, seeming oblivious to the fact that I was the biggest coward she would ever meet in her life, scared of the dark? Ha yea I am such a coward. “And why were you carrying my book?” They question caught me off guard and she stop spinning and with perfect ease, walked a straight line across the room and slid into the bed next to me. I couldn’t speak, this was the closest a girl had ever got to me, a lump formed in my throat I was afraid I was breathing to hard and it would scare her off.Leah’s hands found their way to mine and she carefully untwisted my fingers from around the book. Her touch made me tingle yet the sensation was extraordinary and then she lent her head against my shoulder, waiting for my response. It took me a minute to answer but I finally said “you told me it was a good book so I guessed I should try and read it” not a total lie at least. My cheeks felt hot and pink, the embarrassment was almost sickening. We sat, wrapped in my duvet for a while, neither of us speaking and neither of us moving until eventually my eyelids grew heaving and I lay down on the pillow. Leah, to my surprise and my enjoyment, lay down with me although she lay as far away from me as possible. I can’t remember how long we lay like this but right before I drifted off to sleep, I heard Leah slip out of bed and walk to the edge of the room and then she whispered “Goodnight pretty boy,” and disappeared upstairs. So far this has been the best night of my life.

y’all help why is so long 😭🙏😭🙏 part 2 is already written so I’ll post that soon so is part 3 😴 maybe if ppl like it I’ll write a part 4. FYI I don’t even know when I wrote this don’t judge 💀

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Couples Therapy: Jung Hoseok

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                               Who knew that couples therapy could get 

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Warnings: kind of smutty, swearing, mentions of domestic abuse, psychological abuse, unprofessional medical advise, ray of sunshine hoseok, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, fantasizing.

"Y/N? Your 2 o'clock just walked in."

I threw myself around in my chair almost falling off at my receptionist, collecting myself and my notebook and readjusting myself as I stuttered around. Things were hanging out, hairs were pointing anything but south and I wasn't just talking about the ones on my head.

"Great! Uh, send them right in Joyce."

There was a crash that made her jump and evacuate my office. I was the one who really needed the therapy today that was of course if I could successfully land myself in a relationship first.

I was officially 20 minutes late for work this morning, not even having enough time to shower or be a functioning adult. Luckily my natural stress that would be building up around this time woke my body up like clockwork, meaning I had only missed oh around 3 appointments! I rescheduled the two with shaky hands and nudged one forward to now but that didn't mean that I was any more prepared than I would've been.

I was pretty sure I wasn't even wearing a bra! How unprofessional...If only my professors could see me now- or not that would be weird. Let's hope the room doesn't get cold anytime soon.

A knock made my hands fumble around even more for a pen. I had my notebook, some papers to make a new client file but no god damn pen. I was on my hands and knees, carpet scratching awfully against my nails as I pawed the ground for some ink. Any ink.

"Come in!"

Where the hell did I put the one I literally just had? Literally, a squid would do.

"Hey there, take a seat I won't be a moment,"

Where's that fucking pen?!

"Excuse me Dr?"

I grimaced, sticking my head out above my desk in a blotchy cluster.

"Yes?"

"Your pen- well- it's behind your ear," the handsome man on the sofa points towards my bird's nest and surely enough the pen mocking me tucked on my ear.

Well god damn.

"Thank you. Now enough weirdness for today, I apologise for having to bring forward your appointment uh there was an emergency," I laughed uncomfortably under my breath at my little lie, you fucking low life this is what you've become after years of studying the same shit over and over?

Emergency = too many gins last night.

 When I finally got the chance to gather all the loose bits of myself that ran away, I finally noticed the rather odd couple sat on my sofa. If you could call them a couple at all. They were hot sure but there was no chemistry, nothing between them that could pull them together again just dead air and Prada.

It felt like the worst arranged marriage prank ever.  She was stunning but very needy and traditional. He was outstandingly handsome, too charming to believe and a free spirit, warm but distant, chill, needed his own space sometimes.

"I'm Dr Y/N I'll be taking your appointments from today and into the foreseeable future after your transfer request from Dr Rosen. I have a bit of paperwork for you but it shouldn't take too long so I want to just jump straight in. What's going on?"

They awkwardly gestured for each other to start like a high school presentation. I smiled warmly as the woman leaned forward slightly wishing the other had the chance to talk just to match a voice or even a name to that face...

"We've been married now for almost a year and things aren't... working out. I need to be loved and feel wanted as a wife should. As... amazing as Hoseok was- is- he's just too calm and like he doesn't care anymore," her pink lips began to spit toward the end of her speech, resenting the qualities of her husband that she never had and almost envying them.

What is going on here?

"And Hoseok? Do you agree that you are unable to fulfil the emotional needs of your wife?"

His tired eyes search for the right words to say, his relaxed position on the sofa reflected his free-spiritedness. He ran his hands through his hair and swallowed, knowing exactly what he was doing. I began to sweat in my already sweaty skirt.

"Well, I-"

"Oh, he agrees all the same! As a woman, I'm sure you understand Dr but my husband he's not trying anymore and I feel alone in my own marriage. Do you understand?" her wicked eyes find sympathy in my own but my heart is screaming at the woman ripping me out from the inside.

I smell something beginning with 'b' and it wasn't beef.

"Well you know Mrs Jung moments where we start to question our partner's character can also be moments of insecurity for us. We're not actually dissatisfied with the attention we're not receiving and we're just in our own heads that's all."

Many times in that appointment I tried to hear his voice if even to know what he sounded like at this point but like a bad translator, his beloved wife jumped in every time, censoring his words like she had something to hide. Her long nails irritably dug into the leather tapping and patting as I scribbled down 'crazy fucking bitch' in my notes. The noise itself made her transfer her impatience to me- the most patient god damn person in this god damn universe alright?

"I think that's enough for today."

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The randomized couple made another appearance later that week this time with the crack on the iced lake that was their marriage getting longer and stronger.

"Great to see you both again! Have you tried revisiting the old memories as I recommended?"

I seemed to have triggered something as she scoffed, scrambling towards the other side of the sofa even though she was already on the fucking edge. He was relaxed but miserable with a few more lines under his dark eyes.

"We tried Dr but Hoseok had to cancel last minute because he had dance practice with his band," she mocked bitterly, sounding double her age but acting like a child.

It was so obvious what was going on here, it was screaming at me.

Knowing he wouldn't contribute I asked: "Hoseok, is your job a reoccurring subject of strain on your relationship?"

His heart-shaped lips suck in a handful of air sharply, finally aching to talk, desperate and I wanted to hear him with open arms. Come on, just a little more-

"Well, I-"

An obnoxiously loud ringtone cut him off and his wife embarrassed answered it without hesitation in the middle of the appointment. I glanced to Hoseok in slight sarcastic disbelief before remembering she's still his wife by choice like it or not. Fuck. I've fucked it all up. He laughs rubbing his forehead with his perfectly structured hands.

"Right now? I mean I'm in an appointment but I can- sure."

His dark, mysterious gaze caught my admiring and he lifted his eyebrows smugly with fascination. Shit. I turned away to the very interesting conversation happening that I was being paid for.

"Okay, I gotta go. See you soon," she hangs up with a sigh telling me how she didn't even want to be here in the first place.

"Dr, I'm so sorry but something has come up. I gotta go like right now..." she apologises half sincerely and I show her how sad I am she's leaving... half sincerely.

"Hoseok," she snaps lowly at him as he doesn't get up from the sofa at the same time as she did, as usual, glaring at him to follow like a dog.

He continues to stare at me and it's one of those stares where I know he's staring and I pretend I don't know but he knows I know and he doesn't even care. He shamelessly devours me from that sofa and ignores his wife who he came with to this appointment.

"Actually I need Hoseok's signature for a couple of things. Do you mind if he stays behind? No extra charge," I look up at the woman who looks between us as if it was a tennis match.

I was trying to swat the tension away like it was a pesky fly but I swear I only wanted to see him finally be able to get to the bottom of this without the shrieking wench.

"I can't see that being a problem. I'll see you when I get home," she mutters to her husband who waved her off lazily.

The door shut and he let out a breath I didn't even know he was holding.

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He stretches his neck, every stretch making the buttons of his shirt cling on for dear life.

"Hoseok, if I can I'm gonna be frank here. I apologise."

I swallow, readjusting so many times that it only made my rising skirt worse and everything that wasn't my bare skin more frustrating. Wedgie.

"Go ahead," his long fingers tangle in his hair giving himself a sensual scalp massage on my couch to someone who isn't his wife.

"How long have you known that your wife is emotionally abusive?"

His honest skin loses its glow and he seems to sink into the sofa, losing the extra height that his little flirting game gave him. It was very common for people in unsuccessful relationships to take any opportunity they can to forget so I wasn't taking it too personally but the other voice down there was saying otherwise.

"My friends have known the day I started missing practice and I've known since...our honeymoon."

A year of suffering in silence? His voice was small, he looked small, he accepts it.

He thinks he...deserves it.

"It's easier said than done to just break off something you've been working at for so long but have you thought about separation?"

"Every single day but I'm starting to believe I don't even know what that means," he shakes his head as if ashamed for fantasizing about another life "she always says the right thing to lure me back in again. She's always...there."

I knew she was manipulative and insecure the moment I saw her. My heart ached for the visually pleasing and amazing guy but I knew that it didn't matter how good-looking you were, mental illness and abuse skips no one.

Jung Hoseok was like a really old painting that hadn't been restored but you could see the potential poking through the dust if you really looked.

"Has it ever gotten... physical? Threatening?"

He keeps his focus to his right not intent on answering the question I already had the answer to. The way he calculated every movement of his wife, no matter how small she was, just screamed his fear of her temper that she kept hidden behind her sickly sweet façade.

"I don't expect you to understand but I feel really stupid. I'm not talking about fragile masculinity here but she wasn't like this before we got married. Things like that don't usually just happen to people. It's always the other way around too, no one cares about this way..."

He was right. Who could possibly want to hurt this guy?

"I understand everything Hoseok. And you're right although it is less common, relationship abuse concentrated on men is very underrepresented but I'll be with you every step of the way but if I ever feel that you are in serious danger I'm obliged to take this further. Just wanted you to know."

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I couldn't stop thinking about him especially at night. Although it was sometimes the way that you probably think I mean, I meant when I was eating my dinner wondering what was he eating? Would he eat anything at all? Would she cook for him? Was he even allowed to eat...

Silly dramatic scenarios that could definitely be true.

"How are we today?"

He stayed behind a lot to do nothing but bat his eyes playfully and talk about how his friends were telling him exactly the same things I was but more dramatic and emotional.

But Hoseok was also a lot more clever than he was letting on. I was getting sucked out of professionalism and books slowly and into his wrath. Every time he ran a hand through his hair or dragged his hands from the base of his legs right to the place I wanted to touch most, he knew exactly what he was doing and many times it was when his wife was a mere foot from him. That's when things started to get interesting.

He smiles all giddy on the couch as if Joyce slipped something in his coffee.

"I'm great actually for the first time in a long while."

I sat up suddenly interested in his flushing cheeks that seemed to spread beyond his slightly unbuttoned white shirt. He had some life in his cheeks that only meant he's surrounding himself with the people that truly care.

"I've moved back into my old room at the dorms and well I-" he looked at me "I met someone."

Fuck.

"That's great Hoseok. I'm so happy for you," I smiled cartoonishly.

Who am I kidding? A guy like Hoseok doesn't stay on the market for very long.

"So tell me about the lucky girl," I swallowed with a fist clenching my pen, feeling him saunter even though he was just sitting on the sofa, one of his perfectly sculpted hands sinking down his body towards the button of his pants. I couldn't stop shifting in my chair feeling a friction-wedgie on the horizon.

"Oh she's not a girl, she's a real woman," his hand slips beneath the opening of his trousers arching his back with the sweet release of his own touch.

What.

The air tickles my shoulder and drags up to my neck as I watch my client fuck himself on my couch. I'm frozen in place, trying to look everywhere but the intimidating outline of his desperation in his pants, the head just peeking out. But, even if I wasn't looking at his squinting eyes, whimpering lips, flexed things I could still hear his lazy groans and hard breathing.

His hand runs up and down his length teasing, not himself but I as the moment runs on for longer than I would care to admit.

Damn it. This was so wrong and in his little smirk and through his groans he knew it.

"I didn't know how much I wanted her until I realised..." he panted, eyes devouring my flustering form before settling on my tightly crossed legs that were bouncing with restraint.

"She wants me too."

With difficulty, I drag my greedy eyes away from his body and slip a hand under my suffocating skirt wanting to make the dull pulsating ache stop so I could get on with my day, parting my legs with newly found confidence for him to see exactly what I wanted.

Hoseok dragged his tongue over his panting hungry lips and I could only moan with the wonder of its capability. What would he feel like lost under my fingertips?

"Let me have you," he strokes faster while not ripping his eyes away from what I was doing once. "Please Dr."

My legs were aching at my lack of flexibility but some things were just worth suffering. As much as I would cringe at this later, watching him watch me was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. I wanted him to have me but I didn't dare cross the border of professionalism. If I was going to watch my client have sex with himself I'd do it in my chair on my side of the field.

Each one of my pants has me looking around. Pant, the door is locked. Pant, Joyce has gone home. Pant, I shaved. Pant, he was married. Pant, fuck it she's a bitch.

"Y/N," he groans, finally closing his eyes as his clenching thighs began to twitch.

"Hoseok," I said all the same, determined to see him finish in my office.

If I couldn't solve his problem then I'd definitely solve another.

"Y/N."

"Hoseok."

"Y/N?"

I shot up slightly in my chair, a confused Hoseok sat on the sofa in front of me, legs wide open, gawking as a red rash creeps from underneath my blouse and onto my clenched jaw. What the fuck just happened.

"I'm sorry Hoseok I must've- well I don't know... What were you saying?" I stutter flustered, what an impression I've made.

I can't believe I just dozed off in my appointment to fantasize about one of my clients masturbating on my sofa! A married man! A damaged man.

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"I took her back."

I tried not to let my judgement cloud my advice but considering how sinful and flustered I was, that proved to be more difficult than what I thought.

"Was it on your own terms?" I fixed my glasses on my nose, stray messy hairs tickling my neck just like in that stupid dream.

I bet she manipulated her way back into his life, cried on his doorstep saying how fun it was that one time they went ice skating or some shit. Bias. Bias. Bias.

"Well yeah, I wouldn't have taken her back if she wasn't right," he got suddenly defensive, insecure about the choices he had made this past week.

"Hey, it's alright. She's your wife, you can't just do things just because a therapist told you to. I only know what you're feeling because of classes and experience in this job, I have no idea how you personally feel. If you love her, all of her, then you've made the right choice."

"And if I don't?"

Fuck, I wasn't expecting that. Um.

"Then you need to take control, defeat whatever it is you're feeling and do what is right for you, despite the feelings of others. At the end of the day, only you know what's best of you Hoseok."

"What's best for me?"

He takes a moment to ponder, stuck in a very difficult situation that could possibly change the rest of his life. But, there's a glint.

"I know you've been fantasizing about me," he smirks out of nowhere making me feel like the god damn client.

I tilt my head, do I plead guilty?

"I haven't exactly been innocent here either I just can't help myself when I'm around you. I don't know if it's the chair or the office or..."

The fuck is wrong with my chair?

"Because it just feels right."

I haven't been able to stop thinking about this, not just his situation but he was the type if you saw him on the streets you'd immediately picture what the rest of your life would be like in his arms.

I really liked him, wanted him so bad it suddenly seemed good.

"I think this is very inappropriate and I'm not entirely sure what you're feeling isn't just desperation to fill the hole your wife has left behind. I can assure you, Mr Jung, I am not the right person to be filling it," I admit.

"Are you taking notes right now?"

I finish writing 'fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk' on some paper, immediately scribbling over it before he craned his neck just enough.

"Hoseok, I need you to calm down. I am a professional, this is my job. As much as I have grown to care for you and want to help you more than any other person, I cannot help you if you cross the line."

"I don't believe you."

"Excuse me?"

He looks at me finally.

"I said I don't believe you. But I'll ignore your stubbornness for now. Just help me."

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 25 December 1832

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12 5

Xmas day – very stormy, windy, rainy night and morning - dressed and downstairs at 9 ¾ - breakfast then too rainy for Miss W- to go to church, and sat with her till 1 - did not sleep much last night smothered as usual under four great blankets   grubbled her a little did not do it well enough or she was not much in humour for it   so lay still   she thought me asleep but I was not    about two turned round and grubbled her again rather better than before   but still not well    she said it had not been so agreeable to her for the last few times    she thought I was nervous and she said she did not think it right   wished we could do without it    at breakfast I referred to her scruples and wishes  and said I would try not to care for her in that particular way and promised her that if I once seriously tried I would succeed but I was not quite sure whether we should be the happier for my success or not   sat talking all the morning    combatting her scruples  and really thought I had made some impression and done her good till on going away and asking her to write and tell me how she was tomorrow   she said oh no she should be no better and burst into tears   and I left her thinking I never saw such a hopeless person in my life  how miserable said I to myself thank God my own mind is not like hers    what could I do with her -  walked on the new road to the end of Wellryode land - then by Lower brea into my walk - at the hut at 1 35 – knelt down and prayed and thanked God as well as I could for ten minutes then sat down in the hut and tried to sleep – musing and slumbering about above ½ hour - then sauntered in my walk - the water had done some mischief last night in washing away some of the gravel near the 2 thorns in the hall wood - righted this up with my little spade - home at 3 35 - talking to Marian and then my aunt till 4 ½ - then went upstairs found Miss W-‘s note of yesterday on my desk - I have considered and reconsidered all you so kindly said to me on Saturday    and however painful it is to me to tell you    yet I must tell

 SH:7/ML/E/15/0170

 you   that as my convictions with regard to its being right and against my duty remain   I think we had better not meet again till I have received my sister’s letter    for my wretchedness only brings misery upon you     and mine seems to increase every day    I know not what to do for the best Monday December 24 1832   poor girl what a miserable state of mind    and all for nothing found on my desk, too, letter from M- (Lawton) 3 pages and ends and 3 pages crossed - would have written sooner but waited to hear what answer I had from Mr Kinnersley - Thomas Beech impatient to know whether he was to have the place or not - this the time of year when servants are much wanted and M- thought I ought not to keep him waiting much longer - she going to part with all her under servants - they refused to go to Leamington - she thought they had been with her too long, and been too much indulged - William Lawton very much improved - very attentive and grateful to her - in short, a very good account of him - says nothing particularly of herself - therefore I suppose pretty well - thinks I must have a mine - grudges the money spent at home - fancies all will be to do over again – wrote the last 45 lines of yesterday – dinner at 6 ¼ - asleep on the sofa till 9 ¾ - then went into the other room – read over the courier – staid talking to my aunt till 10 25 – then had my clothes to do up for the wash – windy, rainy morning till between 11 and 12 then gradually cleared up, and finish afternoon and evening

[sppringtrap]

hello you don't have to do this but somehow no one caught up on a genius idea of moondrop fluff with reader who has nightmares?? bonus points if he is angry for u not sleeping first but then becomes understanding of the situation

please moondrop is literally made to put children to sleep how is there almost no fics about that

I actually agree, people should write more about pre-vanny moon!! he is the absolute sweetest and softest. I hope you enjoy <3

I was supposed to sleep in the daytime for this night shift but I just could never relax. It felt so impossible, especially with these graphic nightmares I've been getting. I don't wanna see the horrific things I see in my sleep. It makes me so confused, sometimes I can barely tell if it was a dream or not, that's how realistic it felt.

Slouching on the desk, I tried to tune out the funky daycare song that seemed to play on repeat. I felt eyes on me as I took a deep sigh and rested my head into my hands to gain some sort of sanctuary from the fatigue. "Am I that boring?"

A slow, raspy voice spoke to me from atop the jungle gym. Leaping from the side to bounce back against the wire bolted to his back, landing on the ground perfectly. Unclipping the wire, he came towards me and leaned against the desk in front of me. With barely any light, it was hard to make out what I was looking at until I flickered my eyes up to see bright red practically boring into my soul. Could he be MORE creepy?

"No, no. I never said that. I'm just tired. I'm not sleeping well." I spoke in a quiet voice towards the end of my sentence. I rubbed my eyes before looking over at a box full of purplish-blue sweets. I heard they can help you relax, even if they're for kids. I decided to take a few and sit in the soft play area for a while. I felt like I'd get in trouble for this...

"Ah, ah, ah... I see... Nightmares, I presume. I'm sorry, I wish I could take them away." The robot spoke to me in a soft voice. Almost human-like emotions came from this hunk of metal. Weird, but nice. Comforting. "Those candies should help a little. In the meantime, perhaps I can help..."

The thing is, I wasn't sure if it would help. I'd tried everything; therapy, medications, even yoga. Nothing got these graphic thoughts to go away.

It's scary to think something like that will never go away. I wanted an answer, some sort of help.

There was a sofa inside the daycare, specifically for the parents waiting to pick up their children. I decided it wouldn't be such a big deal for me to just rest my head a little.

Unexpectedly, Moon sat next to me as best he could, barely fitting on the end of the sofa. "Come here." He spoke softly. Again. Something about his voice gave me so much comfort. That's when I started to feel the gummies work; my mind went a little hazy and my vision blurred slightly. I think he had noticed as my eyes started to hood a little.

I turned to look at Moon and after a few seconds, he gently scooped my shoulders with his large, steel hands and gently rested my head against his lap. This is when my face lit up bright red. "T-Thanks, Moon..."

He began to hum a soft tune to me and as he hummed, his face and body began to glow a soft blue. He felt like a heating pad right now; the lights behind his skin beginning to warm him up.

Considering he was made of metal, it was surprisingly comfortable. He gently stroked his hand through my hair, almost as if he was feeling every single strand. He jingled as he moved.

"Rest your eyes, doll... Everything will be okay."

[blu-joons]

The Confession ~ Jeong Yunho

A groan came from you as you put out scissors whilst Yunho put out rock, turning into your bag to pull out your purse. You reluctantly stood up from the sofa, trying your best to ignore the laughter that came from Yunho still sat at his desk as he watched you get yourself sorted.

The two of you both wanted coffee, but neither of you wanted to be the one to go, with a game of rock, paper, scissors the only way for the two of you to decide, with you being the loser.

“I’ll have an iced americano,” Yunho sweetly smiled across to you as you pulled your card out of your purse before throwing it back into your bag.

“Have I ever told you how much I hate being your friend?” You asked him, pushing his chair back so that it crashed against his desk as you walked past him.

Yet another laugh came from him, “you agreed to rock, paper, scissors, it’s not my fault Y/N.”

Your eyes widened back across to Yunho, “you’re supposed to be a gentleman, you should offer to go and get the coffees rather than actually make me go and do it,” you told him before opening up the studio door and leaving.

Minutes later, the studio door flew open again, with Yunho spinning around, a sigh came from him when he saw Wooyoung staring back at him, hoping it was you and that you were done quickly.

“Don’t look too pleased to see me, will you?”

Yunho quickly apologised as he made a bit of room on the sofa where you had made yourself comfortable for Wooyoung to sit down. Yunho took your bag and placed it under his desk, keeping it nice and safe.

“Where is Y/N?” Wooyoung asked as he looked around to notice a lot of your stuff still around, eyes landing on how keen Yunho was to try and keep all of your stuff together.

Just the mention of your name brought a smile to Yunho’s face, which Wooyoung didn’t miss. “She’s just gone to go and get some coffee, we’re both running out of energy in this place, and she lost the game to be the one to fetch it.”

Wooyoung’s head nodded as he listened to Yunho’s voice, drawn to how excited he sounded as soon as he started talking about you. It was a quality of his that very few people missed, but Wooyoung especially could tell just how excited Yunho was whenever he was around you.

“Are you really going to pretend to want to be Y/N’s best friend forever?” Wooyoung suddenly asked him, “I mean you’ve been dancing around Y/N for so long, but you can’t keep quiet forever and not tell her that you like her.”

Yunho’s head shook as soon as Wooyoung asked the question, “our friendship is in a really good place right now and I don’t want to mess that up. Y/N wants to be my friend, but how can I guarantee that she’d want to be my partner?”

“What makes the two of you work?” Wooyoung then quizzed, “think of all the things between the two of you that could make you both a good couple.”

Yunho took a moment to think, pursing his lips together before shrugging across at Wooyoung. “What if the things that I reckon could make a good relationship between the two of us aren’t what Y/N thinks.”

A roll of the eyes came from Wooyoung as Yunho continued to fret. “Don’t underestimate yourself like this, you’ve got loads between you both that would easily help the two of you move from a friendship into a relationship.

“I think Y/N just thinks I’m a clown sometimes, a jokster.”

“But she’s always laughing with you,” Wooyoung noted.

“I don’t want to just make her laugh; I want to do so much more for her.”

As the conversation got deeper, the boys were unaware of your presence back just outside the studio. As you went to grab onto the handle, you heard a mention of your name, letting it go and standing just beside the door.

“I really want to be with Y/N, but I think she thinks I’m too much of a mess to be in a relationship,” you heard Yunho say behind the door.

“You’re not a mess, that’s why she’s your friend.”

Another sigh came from Yunho as Wooyoung corrected him, “if I confess to her, I don’t want that to mean that I’ll lose her.”

As soon as you heard the word confession, you opened up the studio door, watching as both of the boys jumped. Yunho sunk down in his chair as soon as he met your eyes, a panicked expression on his face as Wooyoung stood up from where he sat.

“Did you just get back?” Yunho nervously asked you, terrified of what you’d heard, “I didn’t even hear you walking back through the corridor.”

“I’m just going to go,” Wooyoung whispered, sliding around you as he felt the awkwardness in the room between the two of you, knowing that it was for the best to leave the two of you to it as he realised that he’d dropped Yunho in it with you.

Once Wooyoung left, you sat back down where he was sat on the sofa. “Did you hear?” Yunho questioned, knowing by the smile on your face that you had caught onto at least a little bit of what they had talked about.

Your head slowly nodded as you placed Yunho’s drink down on the coffee table for him to pick back up. “I heard my name, what else could I do but worry about what you were saying?”

“Did it make you worry?” Yunho asked, slowly sitting himself back up again, “did hearing that I want to confess to you scare you or anything?”

“It didn’t scare me, not in the slightest Yunho.”

His head nodded as he tried his best to stay calm, “if it didn’t scare you, then what did it do? I don’t want for it to ruin anything Y/N.”

Your head shook back across at Yunho as you took a couple of small sips from your drink too. What you had heard really hadn’t scared you, instead it left you with a smile, and a heart that was racing incredibly quickly too.

“It made me happy,” you told him, keeping your voice relaxed, watching as Yunho’s eyes quickly lit up and flickered across to look at you, “I’m glad I heard you say it.”

“You’re glad that I confessed?” He quizzed in reply.

Your head nodded back at him straight away, “I was always worried that if I confessed it would ruin thinks, so I just left it. But now that I know that you were thinking of requesting, I know that I never should have worried like I did.”

“Oh,” Yunho whispered, taken aback by what you said, never expecting you to feel the same way as he did. “I really had no idea that you liked me, I thought you just thought I was the funny friend, the one that liked to clown around.”

Your head shook back at him, although you loved how much Yunho made you laugh, there was so much more about him that you liked too, far too much for you to ever be able to put it into words to tell him.

“You’re the best clown,” you teased, “a clown that I wouldn’t mind going on a date with sometime.”

“I’ll take you on the best date ever, I promise.”

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Masterlist

[velvetyh]

Day 14 - Hyunjae - exhibitionism

word count: 2291 words [⚠]: exhibitionism, dirty talk, fingering, slight oral fixation, oral (f), slight fake sympathy, doggystyle, creampie a/n: this is probably the filthiest thing i've ever written. i should stop listening to french rap when I write smut because it gets the nastiest thoughts of my brain.

kinktober masterlist 🖤 general masterlist 🖤

Sitting on the sofa in the darkness of the living room, your eyes were glued to the huge TV hung on the wall a few metres away from you. The different lights of the LED around the screen illuminated your tired face. With your elbow on the armrest, your palm supported your head, your hand readjusting the plaid on your lap before sighing. Changmin, who was sitting at your feet, looked above his shoulder and offered you a compassionate smile, your best friend giggling as he could easily read your desire to go to bed painted on your face.

“You okay, darling?” your boyfriend Hyunjae shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to press a quick kiss on your cheek. You silently nodded and gave a faint smile at the display of affection, your hand caressing up and down his forearm.

“I’m just super tired,” you whispered before stifling a yawn, blinking a few times in an attempt to remove the tiredness out of your eyes. Hyunjae smiled, touched by your drowsy state, his mouth pressing another time on your temple.

“Wanna go to bed?” he proposed in a mumble, and Eric groaned as he couldn’t focus on the movie since you were talking, earning a slide glance from your boyfriend, his youthful reaction making you smile.

You accepted his offer, making him get up, bunching up the plaid on your lap and wrapping it around Changmin’s shoulders, who was surprised yet happily welcomed the new source of warmth. Hyunjae grabbed your hand and walked you both to his bedroom, watching you with question marks in his eyes when you closed the door behind you, your sweatpants no longer covering your legs, already tossed on the chair next to his desk.

A lazy smirk appeared on your face, reaching your side of the bed without uttering a single word. Hyunjae’s back was facing you as he was sitting on his side of the bed, scrolling on his phone and responding to some messages that remained untouched for the entire day. While he was mindlessly doing so, you couldn’t help but admire the frame of his back, how fitted his t-shirt hugged each of his muscles.

Hyunjae let out a deep grunt and abandoned his phone when he felt your hands draw him backwards, your figure riding him in the second. You both smiled at each other, and you shyly giggled, lowering your face in his neck to hide away, covering his warm skin with lustful pecks.

“We’re not that tired, aren’t we?” he enveloped his arms around your waist to have your body flush against his, feeling the hardness of his abs press against your lower abdomen, making you giggle at his words.

“Stop teasing me Jae, I just need you,” you complained, and he broke into a hearty laugh, drawing you away from his neck by the shoulders to press his lips against yours, shivers running up your spine.

“My needy baby, ready to fake being tired to spend some time with me. You could have just asked nicely, you know,” he smirked, and you smacked his shoulder, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you looked at him with mischievous eyes.

Hyunjae was quick to get on top of you and started tickling your side, his large hands caressing your skin under your shirt even if you tried to wriggle away from him and push them away from you. “My needy little slut, mh, that’s what you are, right? Hungry for my cock and my attention, right Y/N?” You whimpered and giggled at the same time, your boyfriend loving the sounds coming out of you.

He discarded your t-shirt in the process, tossing it on the other side of the bedroom. It landed in the same area as your sweatpants before he captured your lips in another needy kiss again, moaning against your mouth as his hands found your exposed breasts.

“And you’re not wearing a bra. You naughty darling, thank god that the rest of the boys didn’t notice anything. You wouldn’t have minded anyway, right? You would love having someone walking on us having sex, of course, you do,” he mumbled before latching his mouth on one of your nipples, eagerly sucking on it while keeping eye contact, your mouth falling agape at his dirty talking.

Your friends being on the other side of the wall with the risk of them hearing you stirred you more than it should. You threw your head back in pleasure and closed your eyes, making Hyunjae smirk as he now focused on your second nipple, his fingers still playing and pulling on the other sensitive bud.

Your stomach churned as his mouth started trailing lower, tongue darting and dancing on your plush skin, your back arching off the bed as his actions made your arousal expand greatly. Once his head was around the same level as your core, his teeth toyed with the small ribbon on the front side of your panties, tugging on it just for your underwear to slap back against your skin. You let out an electric moan, whispering Hyunjae’s name when his teeth drew your undies down, tugging more harshly as your juices stuck like glue to the cotton fabric.

His warm breath hit your naked core, hips shuddering as a rush of electricity bolted to your clit. A lusty, needy moan erupted from the back of your throat, and Hyunjae sucked harder, boosted by your sounds.

Flipping you on your knees, you opened your eyes and noticed in horror that the door was slightly open, convinced that you had shut it after coming in.

“J-Jaehyun, the door is open,” you murmured, and he looked up, his hands still playing with your breasts from behind. You felt him chuckle against the skin of your neck and nibble on it, forcing a breathy moan out of your mouth. You immediately slapped your hand against it, but Hyunjae was quick to push it away, locking it with the other in the small of your back.

“I thought my baby was a bit of an exhibitionist, was I wrong?” he muttered, and you couldn’t find an answer to his question, satisfying Hyunjae. The hand that wasn’t holding onto your wrists slowly made its way from your stomach down to your core, shoving aside your panties to feel your wetness drip down his fingers.

“Answer my question, or you won’t get to cum,” he threatened, and you shook your head, still not knowing what to answer. “Don’t you want the others to know how slutty you are? How good I can make you feel, just with my fingers or my dick? Hm? Answer me baby, or I’ll stop right here and leave you horny and frustrated,” he bluntly affirmed but chuckled as he felt your arousal gush out of you even more at his dirty talk.

He knew you, you’ve fucked many times before on the balcony, with the windows wide open or in a public restroom, and you had to admit that they were probably the best orgasms he’s ever given you.

“J-Jae, please fuck me, I want them to know. Or at least, doubt,” you whimpered and loudly moaned as Hyunjae inserted two fingers inside you, pumping slowly to let you adapt to the stretch.

The thrill of having any of your friends walking past the bedroom and witnessing you almost pushed you over the edge. However, the same thought made your heart and body burn in embarrassment as lust was now controlling your body. It was such a good cocktail of emotions that you didn’t know how to act, except live the current moment.

A surprised groan escaped from your lips when Hyunjae shoved the same two fingers inside your mouth, letting you taste your arousal while he was busy pumping his hard cock ready for you.

Lining up with your entrance, Hyunjae’s mouth started wandering across your shoulder blades, covering them in bites and hickeys that only he would be able to see bloom as he took you from behind in a groan. He let you fall on your hands and knees, retrieving his fingers from your mouth before beginning to thrust.

You bit your bottom lip as you were trying not to let the entire building know that you were getting fucked, but it was almost impossible. The girth and length of your boyfriend’s dick never failed to shock you each time you were fucking, making your vision blurry with stars as he had barely pushed it inside.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled as he picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping arousing you even more than you already were. His grunts were low yet powerful, sending each time a flood of lust in your core.

“I’m the one showing you heaven Y/N, not God,” Hyunjae grunted as his hold around your hip tightened, your mouth falling agape, and breathy moans fell off your lips.

Your boyfriend’s fists fell on each side of you, his broad chest pressing against your back as he picked up the pace, going impossibly fast, your sounds increasing just as much. It was as if he wanted to get caught or noticed by your friends, letting them know that he was the one fucking you this good. His ego swelled at the thought of them hearing you getting railed and how much you liked it, killing two birds in one stone.

“You keep being so loud cause you want them to hear you, right? You want them to know how sexy you sound when you’re getting wrecked by my cock. How nice of you to let them know how much of a sex god I am.”

“A-Ah, Jaehyun!” you yelped in pleasure as he whispered his filthy words in your ear, his hand trailing down to come and play with your clit.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You heard the concerned voice of Jacob closer than you had expected, probably at the start of the corridor, your heart skipping a beat and leaping in your throat. Hyunjae gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail to force your head up, his pace never faltering as tears of pleasure gathered in your eyes.

“You better answer Jacob if you want to cum,” he susurrated in your ear, and you heavily exhaled before clearing your throat.

“Y-yes don’t worry, I’m fine! It’s just J-Jaehyun,” you unsteadily raised your voice for Jacob to hear, praying that he wouldn’t get closer, yet hoping at the same time he would.

“Okay, tell us if you need anything!” Jacob light-heartedly exclaimed, and you quickly thanked him, hearing his voice in the far distance as Eric or Younghoon asked him another question, but you couldn’t recognise the voice, too swamped by your sounds and Hyunjae's grunts.

“Good girl,” he whispered in your ear as he pounded into you at a harsh yet steady pace, your core frequently tightening around his cock. You felt like screaming and moaning at the top of your lungs at how amazing you felt, but out of respect to your friends, you didn’t, even if you suspected them of knowing what was happening a few metres away from them.

“Jaehyun,” you heavily exhaled and whined right after, his dick reaching a deep spot inside you, triggering your orgasm.

“You’re gonna cum? I can feel it, just a bit more for me, okay, baby?” he grabbed your hair again as his other hand settled on your hip, keeping you from moving too much.

He slapped your ass cheeks a few times, a satisfied smirk appearing on his lips as the imprints of his palm slowly started to appear on your skin. His arm wrapped around your waist and brought you up to his chest, a curious hand circling your clit in circular shapes, your breaths getting more profound and needier.

“Come for me baby, I’m right there,” he muttered, and you let go of everything, his hand holding your jaw up as sneaky fingers slid inside your slightly opened mouth, tugging your bottom lip down to let your tongue swirl around them.

You closed your eyes as your core gripped his cock harshly, his slaps on your clit pushing you over the edge in, hands down, the best orgasm you've ever had. Stars shadowed your vision as your whole body shook, your core squeezing him tight as he stilled, warm ropes of cum spurting out of him, coating your walls nicely with his release. He filled you up to the brim as his grip on your jaw toughened, his hot breath ecstatically whispering your name in the shell of your ear.

Needy, louder moans flew from your parted lips, letting your friends know what you were doing, but it only added to the excitement and the intensity of your and Hyunjae's orgasm. His cock throbbed a few more times, your core milking him till he was empty and exhausted.

You both cursed out when he pulled away, bending your head down to see his seeds oozing down your inner thighs. Collapsing on your stomach, legs still lightly trembling, Hyunjae guiltily chuckled and caressed your back, pressing kisses on your hot skin.

“You did so well, angel,” he whispered as he pushed your hair from your sweaty neck, blowing air in an attempt to cool you down.

“Close the door next time, please!” Changmin yelled.

“Or at least wait till we’re asleep you horny sluts,” you heard Kevin yell from the living room, making you hide your face in the comforter and burst in a fit of giggles.

“It was worth getting caught, though,” you whispered, and Hyunjae nodded, yelling a ‘sorry’ through the slight space between the wall and the door.

[artemfilm]

under the stars

pairing: artem x fem!reader

categories: fluff, dinner date, kisses, firsts, i don’t want to put more tags i just want to surprise y'all

summary: a business date? more like a surprising night for two souls who never experienced being in a relationship.

note: this is my first time posting here! i wanted to share a talent of mine that i’m currently working on for the tears of themis community, and it’s also a good timing as well, since tears of themis is currently at its peak since its global release a few weeks ago! i hope u enjoy <3

“Have you ever kissed someone, Artem?”

Artem stops reading a case file, trying to hide the blush in his face and quickly returns his widened eyes to normal as he clears his throat.

“Pardon?”

Celestine chuckles and walks closer to Artem’s table.

“Have you ever kissed someone in your life?”

Artem blushes at the question again as clears his throat and looks at Celestine, with a smirk evident in her face. Celestine sure knows how to push his buttons.

“No, I haven’t. How is this relevant to work?”

Celestine, once again, chuckles and walks slowly around the room.

“Okay, next and last question. Have you ever had this desire to kiss someone? Okay sure, you never kissed someone, but were you just stuck in that thought of kissing this person because of their existence in your life?”

Artem shuts the folder and lightly slams it on his desk, stands up, and scans through the files behind him, trying to avoid the topic.

“Miss Celestine, I don’t know what’s going on in your mind, but to talk about this at work—“

“Is irrelevant and unprofessional yada-yada. I just asked you two simple questions, yet you did not answer me. All it takes for you is to answer the question, not back me up with irrelevance.”

Artem goes silent with Celestine’s sermon, and sits down to his seat, looking down at his table.

“I— “ Artem blushes and looks away in the window, his face tainted with a tinge of red.

“Hmm? I’m sensing something. Do you want me to mention—“

“Please don’t!” Artem raises his voice just a little bit and stands up from his seat, causing Celestine to burst into laughter as she tries her best to calm herself down.

“Hahahaha! The ever-so calm Artem Wing, panicking as I mention anything that I was about to mention.” She finally stops in front of his table and clears her throat.

“Can I give you a spoiler from the book?"

Artem nods and looks at her crystal blue eyes.

"The book didn't disclose about how kisses would feel but it only mentioned how kisses should only be done at the right moment." Celestine sighs as she sits herself on the sofa of his office.

"However, it was never mentioned how kisses would feel, yada-yada-yada."

"The first thing that should come in your mind though is consent. Consent is important between both parties, but knowing you, I think you know that."

"Of course," Artem fake smiles as he can slowly feel himself drifting out the topic and begins to go back to work.

"I'm also aware of how people kiss, Celestine."

"Yes, sure, you've seen it in the movies, but, do you know how you make it more intimate?" His eyes widened, earning another grunt from his throat and refusing to answer Celestine’s question.

"You make it intimate by getting into the rhythm of the kiss. At first, you'd like it slow and gentle, just like how a feather would land on a soft pillow. Then, when you both melt into the kiss, this is the perfect time to make the kissing more intense and passionate."

"You can press your lips harder against each other, or make it sloppier, you both do yourselves. You'd want to tease her lips by lightly biting it, or give it a gentle lick. There are people who'd want to do the French kiss, where people make out with their tongues dancing against each other at the beat of their hearts, but I'd rather not, but then again, it's all up to you." She continues

Celestine also mentioned how some would prefer cupping the face of their partner while they kiss, holding them by their waist and/or the nape. She also mentioned the places where a girl would like to be kissed— neck, cheek, forehead, anywhere on her skin, she'll love it.

As Celestine ends her lecture and makes her way out of the office, she looks back and says,

"I'm quite sure you got all of that, despite you pretending not to listen to my advice, as I can clearly tell right now your ears are blushing. Hahaha! See you later Mr. Wing!"

Celestine finally closes the door, leaving Artem in his office; ears and cheeks blushing hard, as his mind tries to process everything that happened.

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Artem finally took the courage to ask you on a date, and added that it was a date as partners in work, and much to his delight, you said yes. Artem couldn’t help but raise his voice a bit after you agreed to have this dinner date together, mentally giving himself a pat on the back for surviving the first part of the date.

Now Artem has to decide which place they will spend time together. However, he can only think of dinner dates in restaurants that he loved, but he wasn’t sure if you would love that. After a few hours of brainstorming, Artem finally stopped because he didn’t want to stress himself out so he temporarily drafted his plan and continued on working on new cases.

Thankfully, Kiki brought up a topic about dating preferences and he heard that you preferred simple dates. Little did they both know, Celestine was secretly helping Artem out by asking Kiki a favor. Good ol’ Celestine Taylor.

After a few days of preparing for their date, the time has come. It was a Sunday night, and Artem offered to pick you up from her apartment.

As he waited for you outside the apartment building, you finally came out of the doors of the building, making Artem die inside as you wore a simple dress that complimented your own personality with matching flats that had a 1-inch heel, pairing your outfit with a small purse and a set of gorgeous jewelry.

“Wow, you look stunning.” Artem blurted out of nowhere.

When he said that, you can’t help but widen your eyes and blush real hard. As soon as he realized it, he turned his head away from you, trying to hide his blush.

“T-Thank you, Artem.” you shyly responded, slowly making your way towards his car.

“Shall we?” Artem clears his throat and opens the front seat door for you.

“Um, yes.” You smile back at him and finally get in the car. He shuts the door and quickly runs to the driver’s seat, getting inside the car then shutting the door, and finally drives them to the place you’ll spend the night.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

As you both move, you couldn’t help but wonder as to where they’ll go on a date. Fancy restaurants with huge chandeliers and elites of the elite spending their time there intimidates and somewhat scares you, so you’re really nervous for tonight.

“How are you?” Artem asked as you let out a light laugh. You mentally thank Artem for breaking the silence, because the nervousness might swallow you whole.

“Mr. Wing, we were just together a couple hours ago, but to answer your question, I’m fine. I’m looking forward to this night. How about you?”

He blushed at your comment and reverted his gaze back on the road.

“Well, I feel the same right now as you do. I want to get to know my partner more and here we are!” Artem smiles at you, who looks like a tomato right now.

“Well, what are we waiting for, let’s speed up!” You nervously reply as Artem was surprised to hear that from you. You think, “You’ve ruined the mood, dingus.”

“Miss, I don’t think it's a good idea for me to speed up.”

“Hahaha! I was just joking!” You back up yourself from the mistake that you did as you heard Artem chuckle with your comment

“I knew that, I was messing with you,” Artem smiled back at you before reverting his gaze back to the road.

Oh boy, this man will make you fall even harder. The night just started, and both love-innocent souls can feel themselves blushing at the company of each other.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

You both finally arrive at the location, and you are more than confused right now.

The seaside?

Artem looks at you to see your reaction and oh boy, is he excited to show you more.

“Come on, I thought that you can’t wait?” Artem chuckles as he reaches out his hand.

“I-I’m just shocked, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I had the feeling that you thought that I’ll take you to a restaurant, but no.”

Artem leads you further into the beach, and asks you to wait for a while before quickly going back to the car.

While you wait, you can’t help but look at the beautiful city lights cascading on the sea, complementing the night sky and the moon in its full form lighting up the sky along with the stars. It was indeed beautiful.

You were cut short when he heard Artem clear his throat, and face him to the direction of his voice, what you are seeing right now shocked you a lot.

Artem was carrying a picnic basket, a cooler, and small candle-lit lanterns, smiling as he said something that melted her heart. He smiles at your reaction, and walks further into the beach, quickly putting down the things as he walks his way towards you.

“If we both wanted to get to know each other more, I’d bring us somewhere serene and calming. I wanted my ears to hear minimal sounds that won’t bother us— the night sky is beautiful, why waste such lovely scenery?” Artem softly says as he looks in your eyes with wonder, feeling your blood rushing to your cheeks again.

“I– You’re right. This is– I mean–” You’re lost for words, this is amazing, you thought. It wasn’t definitely fancy, and you feel like you’re just spending a vacation.

“It’s hilarious how you’re the one rushing me to get here yet you’re making me wait. Shall we?” Artem reaches out his hand, waiting for yours.

You blush at this small gesture, and give him a smile that secretly made him a bit crazy.

You kindly accepted his invitation, and held his hand as you both made your way to the gorgeous set-up he made for you.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

The night is long, and so far, you’re enjoying this little dinner you have.

You were kind of surprised when Artem even prepared the dinner for you both, a simple Greek salad, grilled salmon, and he also made fruit parfait. For someone who is always busy and constantly thinking about work, you were surprised that he could pull off something like this, yet very simple. As for the taste, everything was delicious. You couldn’t even describe how impressed you are.

“Artem, I– This is all amazing,” You told him as you indulge yourself in the light and refreshing taste of the salmon he made.

“I was actually worried from last time when I heard from Kiki that you were only eating instant food, so I cooked this for you.” He blushed from the comment you made as he took a bite from the salad.

You swore to Themis that you might fall for this guy, and you can’t even come up with a proper argument as to how you will defend your feelings for him.

Besides being a good lawyer, your senior attorney to be exact, he can sympathize with anyone and is actually very observant to what a person needs or wants. Not only that, he cares about the people he’s working with.

The thing is, he might like somebody else, you think, or perhaps he’s not open to love or being in a relationship: but he does read books about love or dating, as you can recall.

“Are you alright? You stopped munching on your fish for a bit.” Artem lightly places his hand on the back of your shoulder, cutting you away from your thoughts.

“Yeah, I am! I’m stuck with my thoughts for a bit, that's all.” You smile, rushing a bit to chew on your salmon and going back to the salad, then vice versa.

Artem laughs as he happily dines in with you, enjoying the ambience of the night sky and the seaside.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

After the meal, you now both enjoy the parfait while chatting about work life and so many things, like how there was this one time you accidentally spilled piping hot coffee on Luke’s chest, almost burning him, and how Celestine was bothering him out of nowhere while in the middle of work.

Few stories here and there, you both went silent, as you watch the stars above you, and you can sense Artem staring at you.

You were blushing, but you weren’t sure if it’s because of Artem’s gaze, or the wonderful dinner you had, or the scenery in front of you– you were not quite sure.

“Thank you so much, Artem, for this wonderful dinner.” You thanked him as you grabbed his hand and enclosed them with your palms, feeling its warmth.

He smiles as he faces you, places his other hand on top of yours, keeping them warm. You look down at your hands, thinking that his hands were the perfect fit with yours. He thinks this too.

“Warm enough? I’ve been told that I have warm hands.” He smiles at you and looks at you with concern.

“Very. It’s giving me all the comfort I need, Artem. Thank you.”

You look back up, seeing his eyes full of affection and care staring down at you as you can feel his thumb caressing your wrists. You both fall into silence again, hearing the waves softly crashing against the sand and the wind dancing along with the night sky.

“Artem?” You ask him, cutting him off to reality as his eyes widen and quickly lets go of your hands, shying away from your face as he clears his throat.

“Sorry, I might have creeped you out.” He says as he looks away in the distance.

You chuckle as you hold his hand again, to your and his surprise.

“It’s fine, don't worry, I actually liked it.” You smile at him as you return his previous gesture with your hands.

You both look into each other’s eyes again, blush evident in your cheeks, hearts beating in sync without the other party knowing, as Artem finally breaks the silence.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever been kissed?”

You were both surprised at the question Artem just asked you– Artem successfully keeping his composure as he mentally curses himself for bringing up such a question.

“I’m sorry I ask-”

“I actually haven't been kissed. I’ve never had any suitors or flings back in high school or college.” You cut him, looking down at both of your hands in embarrassment.

This time, you surprised Artem. He was shocked to know that a wonderful person like you never had someone in your life.

After a few minutes of staring down the mat, you noticed Artem moving closer to you, the heat of his body becoming more present with yours. You look up, seeing Artem leaning a bit closer to your face, and this gives you the perfect opportunity to examine what he looks like right now.

You were quite surprised when he’s blushing and just looking at you like you were the apple to his eye.

“Can I kiss you right now?” He softly whispered in front of your face as he looked down at your lips, reverting his gaze back to your eyes.

You feel yourself turning into a red tomato right now, your breathing getting a bit faster right now. 

You think to yourself that you should be calm right now. Before you try to compose yourself, you suddenly notice how Artem’s hand is almost shaking and you can feel from the pulse of his wrist that his heart is also beating fast.

To Artem’s dismay, he noticed that you were shocked and speechless after he asked you that. He quickly clears his throat and says: “That was stupid of me, forgive me, I shouldn’t–”

“Artem.” You gathered all the courage to call out for his name before he distances himself from you.

“Please do.”

Artem’s eyes went wide and panicked for a bit.

“Are you sure?” Artem was worried that you might regret it soon or you’ll accept because you were worried about him. You held onto that courage and looked him in the eye as you smiled at him with full sincerity.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

With this, Artem smiles, reaches out his other hand to your face, tucking a small strand of hair behind your ear, and rests his hand on your cheeks. You can feel the warmth from his hand complementing with the blush on your cheeks, as you felt the air around you heat a little bit when he leaned his forehead against yours. He let out a light exhale as he finally spoke again.

“I like you, a lot. I couldn’t remember a day where I never thought about you; if you’re being safe, if you’re eating proper meals, if you’re taking any rest, I really can’t.” He leans in closer, his lips ghosting yours as you feel his hot breath tickling your lips.

“You’re such a wonderful person, and I don’t think no one else can make me feel these feelings that I never knew I had.”

With that, he gently kissed your lips. You both closed your eyes as you felt each other’s lips against the other. It was a different feeling for you, but it felt comforting. He kissed you as if he’s touching a cloud, it was very slow, yet for some reason, you were both in perfect sync.

You place one hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat fast, and the other just right on his jaw. Artem felt his body getting hotter at the moment, unable to control his emotions, as he gently placed his hand on the nape of your neck, and the hand that once held your cheek, now holding your hand that was holding his jaw, connected it again.

Suddenly, he gently grabbed your hand that was holding his jaw, pulling away from you for a bit as he brought your hands close to his lips, looking at you with sincerity as he opened his mouth.

“May I?” He asked for your consent as you nodded at him with a smile that will forever make his heart swoon.

He gently placed his lips on top of your knuckles, slowly and lightly kissing it as he traveled his lips to your wrists, doing it again, then on random spots of your arm. He lightly tugs your arm to come closer to him, as he continues to kiss you on your elbow, stopping once again to look at you and your reaction.

Every kiss he left on your skin made your mind lit up fireworks inside. Everything felt so comforting and warm, and you never expected Artem to be this good at treating you. You were breathing hard, your eyes only focusing on Artem, and you felt like your heart was going to burst at any moment.

“Can I continue further up?” He whispers against your skin that’s close to the shoulder as you let out a soft yes.

Artem then wraps both of your arms around his shoulders, holds you by the waist and his hand lightly gripping on your other arm before he continues to kiss your shoulder, not even setting aside the small sleeve of your dress down, then to your neck, giving it lighter kisses and unintentionally blows his hot breath on the skin. This made you tickle, and you whimpered a bit loud for you to hear. Artem panics a bit on the inside as he stops to look at you again.

“Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?” He looked at you as if he’d hurt you.

“I’m fine, it kind of tickled, so I kind of- yeah.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

You looked at him and held his face with your small hands, flashing him a small smile.

“Please continue. It felt good.” You smiled at him as he smiled back at you, going back to your neck to give it more gentle kisses.

He took care of you as if you were this soft pillow that was handmade, slowing it down and taking his time to know if you’re doing okay or not. So far, you were loving it, and you didn’t want him to stop.

“You smell great.” He whispered to your ear as he gave the lobe a quick kiss before making his way to your cheeks, your forehead, then to your lips again.

This time it was different, his way of doing it is gentle, but he’s pressing his lips harder to yours, as if he was fighting for his life in the kiss. As you kissed, it was getting a bit sloppier, but not too much. it wasn’t as gentle as the one a while, but it wasn’t something that will get you bored.

From his kisses, you can feel how much he cares for you, and how much he wanted to do this. He too, can feel that you also wanted this as much as he does, and it makes him happy. His hands move to your hair, intertwining it with his fingers as the fingers that are holding you by the waist are gently gripping yours.

You knew how kisses work too, and how intense they can get, but you never knew what it felt like and oh boy, you’re starting to heat up more. You can feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins and your heart trying to make its way out of your rib cage as it beats faster and faster with every kiss he gives you. You’ve always seen Artem as someone who can keep their composure every time, but right now, you’re seeing this side of Artem that he never showed anyone.

“Can my lips savor your skin again?” He travels his fingers down your neck and your shoulder, and with every touch the tips of his fingers give your skin, your mind is already in a state of frenzy.

“Please. I liked it a lot, and for some reason, my skin is looking for your lips.” You whisper in front of him as he lets out a light hum and gives your neck a light kiss, but for the next few kisses, he’s gliding his bottom lip with every kiss, as if he’s trying to bite into a gum, stretching it out before finally taking it in his lips, and this makes you crazy.

Who would’ve known that Artem Wing is good at this?

“Soft as the exterior of a marshmallow.” He buries his nose in the area where your shoulder and neck meet, and glides his nose and lips at the same time around your neck and your jaw. You let out light whimpers, digging your fingers into Artem’s shoulders.

He then brings his lips back to yours, pushing it harder against it as he licks them to make your brain malfunction (without intention, of course.) Every kiss was like a taste of heaven and hell, the perfect balance. It also felt like both of you were owning the universe together. With everything that he tries, he’d always ask for your consent,

“Was I too hard?”

“Was it uncomfortable for you?”

“Am I going too slow?”

You always give him a yes, and it makes your heart warm that he’s very strong in his stand as ‘a person who’d make sure that someone close to him is alright and doing well.’ Every touch, every kiss, every breath, was harmonizing with the silent ambience of the night.

To catch both of your breaths, Artem pulls away and tucks another strand of hair from your face, letting his fingers trace the slightly evident line of your cheekbones and jaw, then cupping your face once again to admire your beauty.

“No one matches the beauty of the night as you do, how wonderful can you get?” He looks at you with adoring eyes- where its sparkle matches the stars above, and a light blush in his cheeks and ears as he leans in to give your lips a light kiss once again.

You both stare into each other, admiring each other’s beauty amongst the chaos you are both experiencing with the current cases that you’re dealing with. As much as you want to keep this to yourself, you couldn’t so you let out a breath and what you’ll be saying next will shock Artem the most.

“You’re also matching the beauty of the night, Artem Wing. You’re handsome, you’re sympathetic, you always keep yourself composed in front of everybody despite everything you’ve been through, and that is what I like about you.” You smile at him, letting your fingers travel through his cheek and trace the outline of his jaw.

“You like me as well?” He looks at you with bewilderment as you laugh

“Yes, I do, Artem Wing. I like you too.”

With this, Artem stands both of you up then he wraps his waist around you, carries you and twirls you both outside the picnic mat, feeling the cold sand beneath his feet. This surprised you a lot, but this is making you smile a lot, the same goes for him. He then stops and kisses you again, a bit longer, before putting you down and hugging you by your shoulders, your face buried in his chest. He pulls away and leans his forehead against yours, and gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen since the day you’ve met him.

“Shall we do this again sometime, or do you want to go anywhere else?”

“I’d love to go anywhere with you, but I think I want to spend a couple more times here on the beach during this hour of the day. What do you think?” You look up to him, his eyes falling for you more at every second of the moment.

“I’d love that, my partner.”

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

When you both arrive at your apartment building, Artem opens the door on your side for you as he reaches for your hand to help you out of the car like a gentleman. He closes the door before you, as you stare into each other’s eyes again. You, again, break the silence by clearing your throat,

“This was a lovely night, Artem. Thank you so much.”

“I feel the same. I guess the feeling is… mutual?” You both chuckle with his pun as he reaches for your hand with his, intertwining his fingers with yours.

He then leans closer to your forehead, giving it a light kiss, and finally, your lips.

Before you melt into the kiss, fearing that someone might see you both savoring each other’s lips in public, he pulls away and cups your cheek.

“Good night, my starlight.” You lean into his hand, tugging it away and dragging it close to your lips, giving it a light kiss that makes his heart tingle.

“Good night, Artem.” You smile at him, your eyes twinkling in front of him.

Your hands separate as you make your way to the door of your apartment building before Artem calls out your name.

You face where the direction of his voice came from, seeing that Artem made his way closer in your presence again.

“I loved our first kiss, and I don’t think I’ll be regretting it for the rest of my life.”

Two young hearts beating in sync, as the night finally ends in serenity and comfort.

© artemfilm (2021). please do not repost, duplicate, or screenshot this post anywhere on the internet.

[seospicybin]

MUSE.

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Changbin is stuck in the studio, running out of ideas and what better way to get him out of slump but to call his source of inspiration, you! (1,6k words)

It’s not the first time Changbin invited you over to the studio, that was why when he called you to come over could only mean he’s stuck on ideas.

Glad that you were more than willing to help him relieve whatever put him on the creative block.

Changbin watched you as you slid off your coat and placed it on the sofa, “Come here babe,” he said, patting his thighs signaled you to sit on his lap.

You got used to his forwardness, you didn’t shy away from obeying him, you walked over to him and sat on his lap.

“I miss you,” he murmured into your ear the second you sat on his lap, hands snaking around your waist.

“I miss you too,” you said almost pathetically. Your heart sank thinking of how long you’ve been away from each other, and now that you were together, it felt like your heart slowly filled up with affection.

You didn’t know who leaned in first cause the next thing you knew your lips met his in a tender yet hungry kiss, where teeth and tongue clashed. He tugged on your lower lip to slowly pulling away after.

Resting your head on his chest while his hand gave you tender caresses, you sighed at the comfort his kiss and touch brought on to you.

You stayed engulfed in his warm embrace, with him humming on top of your head for a few moments.

“What are you working on?” You finally asked, peeking at the computer screen.

“A song, I’ve been stuck working for the bridge.” He answered, hand reaching the mouse on the desk.

You sat straighter up on his lap with Changbin’s strong muscular hand still wrapped around your waist.

“What’s this song about?” You asked out of curiosity.

Changbin flashed you a smile, “want to have a listen?”

“Can I?” You asked in hesitation.

Changbin’s smile turned into a wide grin, he likes it when you asked him permission, batting your eyelashes with an innocent look on you.

“Of course,” he answered, raking his fingers through your hair in an endearing way, “it’s halfway done, so…”

Changbin intently watched your reaction when you listened to his incomplete song, his mind was busy guessing whether you liked it or not.

You took off the earphones when the song ended, “Oh, it’s good!” You told him.

He raised his eyebrows, “Really?”

You repeatedly nodded, “yes, but I think the second verse sounded a bit….” you trailed off, looked at him just in case you unintentionally offended him.

“No, go ahead, I want to hear your opinion,” he gave you the heads up.

“The second verse sounded a bit rushed. Maybe you should give a break in there,” you continued.

He nodded, slowly taking your opinion into consideration, “I’ll try,” he said. He worked on it right away that he had to take off his hand of you.

He played the song once again after he fixed it, both of you nodding along to the beat.

“You’re right! It’s better like this,” Changbin exclaimed.

You turned your head to the side, “Really?”

He nodded, he wrapped his hands around your waist again, “I always knew that it’s a good idea to have you here,” his face inched closer to you, eyes fixated on your lips.

“Yeah?”

Changbin crashed his lips with yours, opened his mouth to savor your lips with his. With a hand behind your head, he deepened the kiss, tongue prying your mouth open.

Moving his hands down to your waist and gripped it, he hoisted you further onto his lap, you could feel the bulge against his jeans.

Tugging on the hem of your top now, he pulled it upward that insisted you put your hands up so he could take it off of you.

“Baby, someone could walk in on us,” you reminded him, he waved it off and pressed another kiss on you. Hands hovering on your chest, and when they landed on your breast, he started kneading gently.

“I miss this,” he muttered, hands moving to the back to unclasp your bra.

He impatiently slid down the straps and got rid of your bra by tossing it to the side.

His hands instantly cupping your breasts, he hummed on your shoulder, peering down your breasts beautifully enveloped in his hands.

“So perfect for me,” he cooed. He couldn’t comprehend how exquisite it is that your breasts were just the right size in his palms, he often thought they were made just and only for him.

You looked at him and he looked at you with eyes drooping with lust, fingers lazily circling your hardening buds.

“I want you,” he whispered, almost like a pleading than a request.

You got up and turned around, his breath caught up in his throat at the sight of you standing half-naked in front of him, spreading his legs and touching his lips as his eyes traveling down your figure.

You sat back down on his lap, straddling him, provide him the best view of your chest.

He licked his lips and caught his lower lip between his teeth, “How come I’ve been going with my days and missed this,” he asked himself.

You placed your hands on each side of his shoulders, “you missed a lot of things,” you added.

He sucked in breathe between his teeth, hands on your waist keeping you close against him.

Changbin kissed you on the mouth, a searing, slobbering kiss that went down your chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your neck. He buried his head on your sternum, inhaling your scent through his nostrils, you heard him cursed under his breath.

He planted another series of wet kisses on your breasts before taking your hard nipple into his mouth.

You looked down on him and the way his full round lips nicely wrapped around your nipple. Your hands gently scratching his scalp, pressing your mouth onto the top of his head to muffle your moans.

He caught your nipple between his teeth and playfully chewing on it. He watched as you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure before taking it all back into his mouth.

Changbin moved to the other one, doing almost the same thing except that he rolled his tongue around your nipple the sucked harder on it, causing it to clutched onto his shoulders as you taking in his slow, sweet torture on you.

He replaced his mouth with his finger to catch his breath, he looked satisfied seeing your swollen and flushed breasts from his doing.

He gave you a sly grin when he sank his mouth on the underside of your breast and bit on the delicate skin, you gasped at his sudden attack and accidentally pulling his hair too hard.

He placed a soothing rub with his thumb over the freshly marked skin as his eyes searched for its next target. Moved his mouth to the other breast, he licked your nipple a few times just to set it wet with saliva.

He settled on the side of your breast just the outskirts of your areola.

He opened his mouth and started sucking on the flesh, you jolted at how hard he bit you this time. He smirked against your skin, licked the marking on the skin, and gently rubbing it with his thumb.

“You’re mine, all mine,” he said to you, then taking your hands from his shoulders and kissed the inside your palms.

“And you are mine,” you replied. You lowered your head to kiss him.

And all of sudden, Changbin lips stiffen against you.

“Wait, I think I got something,” he took his denim jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair and put it around you. He started working on something on the computer, his head overflowing with so many ideas at once.

You put your hands around his neck with your head resting on the side of his, watching him worked on his track, his hands clicking and pushing the various button on the console.

“Now listen to this,” he pressed play, and music began filling the room.

You looked at him in awe, “this sounds really good,” you told him, holding on to his shoulders for balance.

He smirked, “you think so?”

“Yeah,” you nodded eagerly.

He reclined on his seat, hands moving down to your rear and slipping underneath your skirt, then threaded his hands on your ass. He began caressing on the supple flesh, “come, give me a kiss,” he ordered.

You didn’t think twice to sink your mouth on his again, his hands busy kneading your ass, he playfully pinching just to hear you yelped against his lips.

You broke the kiss cause you were running out of breath.

“I Wonder…” he said, panting.

“What is it?” You asked, draping your hands around his neck.

He licked his lips, with a smirk plastered on his face, he said, “I wonder if I’d get better ideas if I’m inside you,”

You chuckled at how absurd that was, but you actually knew what he meant by that, you softly laughed onto the crook of his neck.

“Why are you laughing?” He asked, half laughing.

“Because that’s such a lame excuse,” you lightly told him, “if you want it, you could have just asked me,”

“Can I then?” He asked, eyes shooting up at yours through his dark eyelashes.

You poked your cheek with your tongue, looked at him as he waited in anticipation for your answer. You must be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it when he asked you nicely like this.

But then again, he didn’t even need to ask.

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[boowanie]

Pairing: Ceo!Wonwoo x Secretary!reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff-ish

Warning: Suggestive

W/C: 2k+

Summary: Falling in love with your boss was never on your agenda, or so you thought.

Eri’s note: I’ve been dying to write a ceo!wonwoo scenario and here she is!! aaah, i hope you beans enjoy this! I think this is my favourite of mine so far 💘

The cold rain seeped into your clothes as you padded your way back to your empty apartment. You were absolutely exhausted. Words were not enough to explain how tired you were of your boss but being broke left you with no choice but to stick around as Wonwoo’s secretary.

When you first met him, you couldn’t deny that he made your heart skip a beat with how beautiful he was. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the image you momentarily created in your mind was shattered. He was always working you harder than your other co-workers even when the tasks weren’t even your responsibility.

You finally caught sight of your apartment building and a small sigh of relief left your lips. You were definitely drenched when you reached your apartment door, shivering as you opened your door. On a normal day, you would have slipped your shoes off at the front door but tonight was different. You went straight to the bathroom, leaving wet footsteps and drops of water along the way. The warmth of the water coming out of your shower fogged up your small bathroom as you finally discarded the wet clothes you were in.

Once you stepped into the shower, your thoughts led you back to the events that happened before you walked home.

—

Wonwoo was yelling at one of his employees yet again. You could hear him demanding for the work that he tasked her to do. You flinched as your co-worker finally snapped, yelling at him with the same tone.

“You know what, I fucking quit Jeon Wonwoo. Fuck you and fuck your stupid company! I’d rather be jobless than stay here for another day. I don’t know how y/n has managed to stay by your side for the past 5 years.”

You and the other employees turned towards the door as soon as she stepped out, visible tears tumbling down her cheeks. Some of your co-workers stood up to comfort her while some avoided her incase Wonwoo saw. You, on the other hand, were called into his office. You sighed, picking up the files he wanted you to sort out during lunch.

“Close the door,” he murmured as soon as you stepped into his office. You did as you were told and walked slowly to his table where he was leaning back against his chair with his eyes tightly shut. You carefully placed the files on his desk, not wanting to disturb your boss’ silence.

“Can you stay for awhile?” he whispered, eyes opening to stare at you. You blinked back, your eyes softening at the sight of him and the dark circles that were visible under his eyes. You nodded as you took the spare seat and pulling it over to Wonwoo’s side.

“What do you need help with, Mr. Jeon?”

“Just need you here to calm me down.” He stated, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

—

When you turned the shower off, you came to a conclusion that Jeon Wonwoo liked to confuse you. He confused you with his actions. Despite the fact that he gave you more work than anybody else in the company, he also cared about you. Wonwoo didn’t mind when you handed files to him late nor did he care whenever he saw you nodding off at your desk. Your co-workers noticed how more lenient he was on you but they never made a comment because they saw how much work Wonwoo gave you on a daily basis.

You finally sat down on your sofa, ordering some food to eat to reward yourself after Wonwoo made you stay behind again to help him with some documents he was reviewing. You remember trying to stiffle numerous yawns as you worked through some documents and you could feel the frustration building up within him.

“You know what, just go home y/n. It’s clear to me that you’d rather be sleeping,” he said, plopping the loose papers on his desk before turning towards you. Your eyes widened at the sharp gaze he threw at you and you felt your heart momentarily clench.

“Won-, Mr. Jeon, it’s past midnight. I think we both need to rest,” you stared back, watching as he ran his fingers through his hair. He leaned back against his chair, watching you with blank eyes.

“Just go.” He turned his body away from you, leaving you staring at his back that was now hunched over his wooden desk.

“Fine.”

—

Once your food delivery arrived, you took your spot on your sofa again, watching reruns of your favourite show. You sighed as your mind began wandering back to Wonwoo.

“Fuck this,” you grabbed your phone, dialing the man that was occupying your mind.

On the third ring, he finally picked up. You could hear some shuffling in the background as you asked if he had gone home. You waited for his answer as silence consumed you both.

“Can I come over?” he whispered, hearing sniffles coming from his end. Your heart clenched at the sadness evident in his voice.

“I-i’ll leave the door unlocked,” you whispered back.

—

Again, Jeon Wonwoo confused you as he began to nip at the soft skin of your neck. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging his locks softly as he continued to pepper your neck with wet kisses, sighing as he left a subtle bruise on your collarbone.

“Talk to me sweetheart,” he groaned against your neck. You moaned when he slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders, loving his gentle touches that burned agaisnt your skin. However, as he continued to leave kisses on your skin, your mind wandered back to everything that happened that day. You pulled away just before he could undo the clasp of your bra.

“W-what are we doing Wonwoo,” you breathed out, pushing his body away from you. He sighed, leaning back on your headboard. You avoided his gaze and stared at your legs that were situated on either side of his thighs.

“Don’t you like what we have y/n?” he asked, pulling your chin up with his hand.

“What exactly do you call this Wonwoo? I’m your secretary for crying out loud,” you replied with frustration.

“We can’t keep doing this. I-i can’t keep pretending like i’m not inlove with you while we’re at work,” you cried, tears sliding down your cheeks as you lightly thumped your hands against his bare chest.

“Baby,” he mumbled, taking your shivering figure into his embrace. You cried against the skin of his shoulder while he rubbed his hand on your back.

“I-i think I should quit Wonwoo,” you sniffled.

“If I stay in your company any longer, I’ll just end up breaking my own heart,” you decided, removing your self from his embrace. You wiped your tears with the back of your hands while getting off his lap.

“I think you should leave now Wonwoo, I’ll hand in my resignation letter later on.”

—

You arrived at the company early in the morning, your hands carrying folded boxes to put your things in. You heard soft mutters when you began to clear your belongings that were neatly organised on your desk.

Once you finished, you made your way towards Wonwoo’s office, gently knocking on his door to bid him your final goodbye.

“Come in.”

He looked up, pushing his metal glasses up when he saw you standing by the door. You took a deep breath before walking towards his desk, your resignation letter in hand. You placed it beside his arm before looking up at Wonwoo again.

“Thank you for the past 5 years, Mr. Jeon,” you bowed. He didn’t say anything and began working on the files that he was holding not too long ago.

“Bye Wonwoo,” you whispered, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

—

Four months passed by before you finally got a job at a photography studio. Before becoming Wonwoo’s secretary, you were an aspiring photographer that only studied business to please your parents. You were beyond happy when Mingyu, your boss, called you to offer you the job you applied for.

The first month and a half was hectic, shooting for different companies and artists was something you never imagined to be doing in your life time.

“Y/n, I need you to come with me to a really important photoshoot,” Mingyu chucked a popcorn at your direction. You swatted another incoming popcorn as you tried to place your camera down.

“Sure, who are we shooting for tomorrow?”

“My bestfriend and his family,” he smiled.

“Time?”

“10 in the morning,” he replied, munching on another popcorn.

“I’ll see you then,” you waved goodbye at your boss turned close friend.

—

You couldn’t believe your eyes when you entered the venue. Mingyu texted you that he would be arriving in less than 10 minutes. Your eyes landed on Wonwoo who was staring at you, shock evident on his face. You were shooting for The Jeons. Well shit, you thought. Wonwoo’s mother greeted you, leading you to a small section of the room where she told you you could place your belongings.

You thanked her, grabbing your phone to dial Kim Mingyu.

“Where the heck are you?” you panicked, looking around the room.

“Right behind you, you dumbass,” Mingyu chuckled, bumping your head with his camera bag. You glared at him as he continued to chuckle at you.

—

Throughout the whole photoshoot, your eyes tried to avoid meeting Wonwoo’s. Mingyu noticed the subtle glances that two of his friends were giving. He couldn’t help but shake his head when he finally took the last shot.

“We can call it a day, Mr and Mrs Jeon,” he politely said to Wonwoo’s parents. They both thanked you and Mingyu for your hard work while Wonwoo’s brother waved at you both with a smile before leaving with his parents. Wonwoo, on the other hand, decided to stay. You couldn’t deny how fast your heart was beating throughout the entire photoshoot.

“Thank you Mingyu and y/n,” he patted Mingyu’s back and gave you a small smile. You sligtly bowed at his direction before busying yourself with packing up. Mingyu and Wonwoo began to talk about something you didn’t understand while you tried to place your camera back into your bag.

“Hey y/n, do you need a ride back to your apartment?” Mingyu asked as you finally gathered all your belongings. You shook your head “no”, leaving both of them in the room.

“See you tomorrow, boss.”

—

It was around midnight when you heard a knock on your door. You were clad in nothing but a loose t-shirt that you were certain was Wonwoo’s and cotton shorts. You padded your way towards your door, looking through the peephole to find Wonwoo standing behind the door wearing grey sweatpants and a loose hoodie.

You opened the door, confused as to why Wonwoo showed up at your door after months of him not being here. He spoke gently, asking if he could come in to talk to you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, sitting back down on your sofa. He followed suite, keeping a small distance between you two. He shrugged, looking at his hands. Silence consumed you both while you stared at your midnight snack that was abandoned on the coffee table.

“Again Wonwoo, what are you doing here?” you asked firmly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you so much, sweetheart,” he sobbed into his palms. Your heart clenched at his words, reaching out to pull him into your chest.

“I’m so sorry baby. When you said that you were going to leave, I thought it was for the best. I didn’t want to break your heart any further but I realised how stupid I was. How much of a coward I was being when I continued to lead you on for years,” he breathed against your neck.

“I’m so inlove you y/n y/l/n, and I was wonderinrg if you could still forgive me and ask for another chance?” he peered up at you through his tears. You wiped them gently while he wiped your own tears that were falling down your cheeks.

“Why’d you only come back for me now?” you whispered.

“I wanted to give you the space you deserved. I-i knew you were working for Mingyu two months ago when he mentioned your name during a conversation,” he stated. He pulled away from your hug, grabbing your waist to pull you on top of his lap. You straddled him, leaning the side of your head against his chest.

“Are you willing to take me back y/n?”

“Just make sure to ask me to be yours this time around, Jeon Wonwoo.”

He grinned at your words, “I love you so much.”

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Head Over Feet - Chapter 1

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Spencer Reid/Female Reader (Unrequited) Word Count: 5,233 Chapters: 4/4 Complete Tags: (Will be 18+, NSFW in future chapters) Unrequited Love, TW Suicide by cop Summary: Falling in love with one of your two closest friends was never something you planned; it only makes sense that falling in love with the other would also come as a complete surprise. *Inspired by/in collaboration with @ssamorganhotchner. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Link to AO3 or read chapter 1 below! It’s 3 AM—well, you are in a part of suburban Indiana where it’s 3 AM, but that makes it a Virginia 4 AM—and rain patters against the window behind your head as you slump over in your usual spot on the jet’s couch. You are exhausted, the whole team is exhausted, and you’ve just closed your eyes when a warm body presses against yours, thigh to shoulder, and there is a soft sigh in your ear.

“I shouldn’t make coffee. I shouldn’t make coffee, right?” Spencer murmurs, and you turn to look at him, can’t help the fondness that shapes your smile. His hair is untidy from running his hands through it, his eyes tired and rimmed red, and his headphones are dangling around his neck, just like always. He’s so close to you your noses are almost touching.

You return his sigh. So many things in life are unpredictable, but your partner, your closest friend, is always a constant.

“You absolutely should not make coffee,” you say, your voice quiet in the dim cabin. “We’ll be home in almost an hour, and then you’re going to go to bed.”

“At this point, wouldn’t it be better to just stay awake?” he asks with a groan, resting his head against the seat behind him, and you roll your eyes.

“I know the statistics, and if I do, then so do you. Being awake for 24 hours is equivalent to having a 0.10 percent BAC. There’s no way you’ll make it through the day without hurting yourself.” You hear a soft laugh from your right, and it’s Aaron; you hadn’t even realized he was paying attention. You raise your voice a little. “Plus, Hotch said we don’t have to come in until ten.”

He glances over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised.

“Did I say that?” His lips curve up in a soft smile, and his expression is warm despite the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Don’t you remember? I said, ‘Hotch, you should let us come in at ten so we can get some extra sleep. I think it would really benefit the team.’ Then you said, ‘You know what, you’re right. Wow, you really are the smartest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.’” You smile brightly, fully aware you’re being silly; it surprises you when his smile falters a bit, nearly imperceptibly.

“Hmm. Now that you mention it, I do remember something like that. I’m a great boss for agreeing to it.”

“The absolute best,” you reply easily, and the two of you look at each other for just a moment before he turns back to his work and you turn back to Spencer. “So, like I said. Hotch said we don’t have to come in until ten. You need to sleep.”

“It will be after 5:00 by the time we get to the office, more like 5:30. Ten minute wait for the forty-five minute train home means I’ll get there at 6:25—” You are not normally one to cut Spencer off when he gets talking, but this is sleep-deprived rambling, not an informational address, so you place a hand gently on his arm and he falls silent.

“So come stay at my place. I’m closer and you won’t have to wait for the train. We can get a few hours in and then stop at the coffee shop before we head to the office, okay?” The way he looks at you, soft, appreciative, makes it feel like you’re the only two people on the jet for a moment, and he wets his lips, nods.

“Okay. Thank you.” You smile.

“Of course. Maybe rest your eyes; if you fall asleep, I’ll wake you when we get there.” He turns on his music, leans against your shoulder, and takes your suggestion; it’s only a few minutes later that his breathing evens out, softens, and you try and fail to ignore the way that makes your heart ache in your chest.

When the plane lands and you’re grabbing your things, you come up behind Aaron, curl a hand around his arm just above his elbow. He turns to look at you, and he’s more worse for wear than you thought, so pale and tired up close.

“You’re going to go home and get some sleep, right?” All that changes is the set of his eyes, but that’s enough for you to know he has no intention of going home; you sigh. “Am I going to have to force you to come stay at my place too?”

It would be the first time he’s stayed over, where Spencer has crashed with you a handful of times; you are close with the both of them, but Aaron you spend more time with at lunch, or late nights eating dinner in his office, where Spencer comes over for movies or board games regularly. The dynamics of your friendships with them are so different, but both so good, so unexpected. You wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“That’s not necessary,” he says, doesn’t look like it’s a thought he wants to entertain. Maybe he thinks it’s crossing a line? Spencer will be there, so you don’t understand why he’d feel that way, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“I just want you to rest. It’s really no trouble, I have a guest room.” Spencer always opts for your long, overstuffed sectional sofa, so there’s more than enough room for Aaron to stay and get a few hours of sleep. He just shakes his head shortly.

“Thank you, but it’s fine. I’ll be alright. I appreciate your concern,” he says, and that’s clearly the end of the conversation. You just sigh, slide your hand off the back of his arm.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few hours.” You walk away from him, over to where Spencer is waiting for you, and the two of you get into your car and head to your place.

By the time you get there, Spencer is basically a big, sleepy baby, and you have to carry both of your bags into your apartment and keep your arm around him so he doesn’t slump over. You lean him up against the wall while you unlock your door, then push him gently onto the couch while you grab pillows, blankets, and sheets.

He has clothes in his go bag to change into, but you don’t bother trying to wake him enough for that, just make up a bed for him and take off his shoes, maneuvering him into a somewhat comfortable position.

“Hmm. Thank you,” he mumbles when you cover him with a warm blanket, and he turns his head to kiss you softly on your cheek, then burrows his face into the pillow and falls asleep.

You walk into your bedroom, kick off your shoes, set an alarm, and flop down face first onto your bed. Later that morning, you and Spencer bring coffee and breakfast pastries for everyone; you take Aaron’s coffee and a cherry danish and walk up to his office, knock on the doorframe with your elbow.

You are happy to see he looks a little better than when you left him, and he even softly smiles when he sees you standing there.

“Good morning again. Brought you a little pick-me-up.” You step into the room, set down the coffee and the napkin with the danish on it in the middle of his desk, then lean against it with one hand on the desk and the other hand on your hip. “You look decent.” He chuckles lightly.

“Somehow that doesn’t feel like a compliment.”

“It’s not, it’s an, ‘I wish you would have gotten some rest instead of being stubborn, but I guess it turned out okay.’” He looks into your eyes for a moment, and you hold his gaze. “When someone wants to take care of you, Aaron, you should let them.”

He looks away first, down at the lid of his coffee cup, clears his throat.

“That’s not always possible, but I really do appreciate your concern.” He sounds crestfallen in a way you don’t quite understand, and you hate that he feels that he can’t accept help. You’d hoped he was over that kind of backward thinking.

“You can talk to me about anything. I thought we were close enough for you to know that.”

“We are,” he agrees, looking over at you. There is that same dejected set to his eyes, and it makes you hurt for him. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him like this, years, back when his divorce was still a fresh wound. “Sometimes that’s not always possible either, even if I might want to.”

“I won’t judge you, you know. I care about you.” You reach out to put your hand on his, a gentle, comforting touch. “There’s nothing you could say to me that would change that.”

You are interrupted by a knock at the door—it’s Spencer, with a mouth full of cinnamon roll. Aaron pulls his hand away abruptly like the two of you are doing something wrong, and you furrow your brow. Spencer doesn’t notice, or at least doesn’t say anything.

“Hey, JJ said there might be a case. We’re meeting.”

“Another case?” You take a few steps away from the desk, cross your arms, give Aaron some space. “We just got back five hours ago.”

“Sounds like we should have gone straight there instead. Spree killer, five dead.” He ducks back out of the room, takes off down the hall, and you turn back to Aaron. He’s standing, smooths a hand down the front of his shirt, and you sigh.

“What are the odds I can convince you to take a power nap on the jet? 50:1?” He cracks a smile despite his earlier demeanor, takes the coffee you brought and passes you on his way to the door.

“I’d guess more like 75.” You roll your eyes, grab his danish, take a big bite, and then catch up to him and hand him the rest to finish.

The case takes you to Connecticut, where you are paired with Derek to take witness statements at the precinct. The local police know the identity of the killer, a forty year old man named John Jackson, and your team has predicted that he won’t stop until you find him, and that he will likely attempt to go down via suicide by cop when you do, so everyone is on edge.

After almost three hours of taking statements, you and Derek break for water and coffee, stand at the watercooler shaking your heads.

“This guy is unpredictable. There could be another five, ten bodies before we finally catch up to him,” Derek says, taking a long chug of water, and you cross your arms, lean back against the counter of the kitchenette.

“Hopefully it doesn’t come to that. We’ve got roadblocks, right?” He nods.

“Every road in and out of town, with cops at all highway exits.” You vaguely remember the chief saying that, now that he mentions it; the hours are all starting to blend together, between the case and the lack of sleep, and your team is relying heavily on each other to fill in the gaps.

“Right. And helicopters.” You rub a hand slowly over your hair. “I hate these cases; it’s like the profile isn’t any good until you get to him, and by then it’s too late.” You check your watch, and it’s nearing rush hour, a good time to touch base with the team; you shoot Derek a glance, pull out your phone and gesture toward the hall, step out and dial Aaron.

When he answers, he sounds tense, so you don’t bother with pleasantries.

“Hey, just checking in. Derek and I are about done here; where do you need us?”

“There’s a checkpoint on I-95, mile marker 48; we have a few officers manning it, but we could use a car here, so if you two head there you can send one of them our way.”

“Got it: I-95, mile marker 48,” you repeat as Derek joins you in the hall. “Send a car your way.”

“Yes. Be careful,” he says almost like it’s an afterthought, and you shake your head lightly—as if you are careless any other time.

“We will, you too. Bye.” You end the call, lock your phone, raise an eyebrow in Derek’s direction. “Want me to drive?”

“Oh, and put my life in the hands of Speed Racer?” He takes the keys out of his pocket, holds them out like he’s handing them to you, then pulls them away.

“I've taken several defensive driving courses; I’m probably a better driver than you.” He holds them out again and you snatch them out of his hand. “And sometimes you have to be fast.”

That statement proves true when you are on your way to mile marker 48 and Derek spots the car the unsub was last seen driving. He confirms the plate number, confirms it again, just because your brains are kind of mush, and then you share a look and slam your foot on the gas.

Thank god for all those defensive driving courses.

“Hotch,” Morgan barks into his phone a few seconds later, “we’ve got eyes on the suspect. He’s headed northbound on I-95—we just passed marker 44. We’re in pursuit.” The unsub weaves in and out of traffic, a chorus of colorful language and horns blaring in his wake, and you do your best to keep up while maintaining a safe distance from other cars.

The chase goes on for several miles, and there seems to be no end in sight until you can eventually make out the red glow of the car’s brake lights from across the highway. It’s both a good and bad sign, one you were prepared for.

“He’s gonna bail, Derek.” You cut across several lanes of traffic to make your way to the side of the road, so you can pull off as close to him as possible. “We have to try to talk him down. Think he’ll listen to me?” The whole rampage was triggered by the anniversary of the man’s wife’s death, and you look similar enough that it’s a good possibility. Derek agrees.

“Worth a shot. Just keep your damn gun drawn,” he says, and you huff. You’re pretty sure every member of the team has used the ‘weapons down’ tactic on multiple occasions, but somehow only you and Spencer are always reminded of it.

“I will, but if he wants me to kill him, I’m not going to make it easy.” The unsub goes several hundred feet farther before pulling over, and you follow behind, turn on your four-ways, jump out of the car. Derek covers you, and you approach the vehicle slowly, gun drawn. “John Jackson. Leave your weapon on the seat and exit the vehicle with your hands up.”

The door opens, and you see one empty hand, but he still clutches a pistol in the other. Derek looks over at you, but you don’t dare take your eyes off of John.

“John. Put the gun down. I know you feel hopeless right now, like there’s no way out of this situation, but I promise you there is a way. I’m here to help you.” For the first time, he looks over at you, and you can see the pain in his gaze; it’s clear the man is broken, eyes sunken deeply in despair. He raises the gun—doesn’t point it at you, just raises it into the air.

“You can’t help me. No one can. She’s gone, and I’m left here—in pieces.” The last word is a sob, and you swallow hard, take a step closer.

“I know how much Kathleen meant to you, John, and I’m sorry for your loss. So sorry. But you know this isn’t how she would have wanted things to turn out for you; you know that, right? She loved you.”

“It wasn’t enough, in the end.” He wipes his forearm across his eyes, and Derek tenses, you can see it out of the corner of your eye, but that’s the only move John makes. “She took everything with her and left me empty.”

“It doesn’t have to feel like that forever. I promise you.” You take another step forward, hand outstretched. “If you just set the gun on the ground, I’ll come over and put you in some handcuffs. We’ll have to go to the police station first, but then we’re going to get you help. You’ll feel better.”

John says nothing for several seconds; you are so aware of yourself, your surroundings, that you feel each breath you take as if your body is moving in slow motion. You can see Derek tense again, just slightly; you can hear the sound of another car pulling up behind yours, of doors opening and closing, of shoes on pavement and guns drawn.

“John.” He sighs, presses his lips together, shakes his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to feel better. I want to feel nothing.” He points his gun at you, and you don’t have another choice. If it’s not you, it will be someone else on your team.

He made his choice; you make your non-choice and pull the trigger.

You run to his side when he falls, and so does Derek: no pulse. You’re a good shot. It doesn’t feel like something to be proud of right now. You stand, and so does Derek; he reaches out a hand, places it on your shoulder.

“You tried, you know?” His voice is low, a little rough, and you nod your head. “Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“Thanks.” You don’t say you won’t, can’t guarantee that. The two of you turn around, face the others, and you inhale deeply, exhale deeply, shake your head. Aaron and Spencer both come forward, and you’re a little torn, not sure whose eyes to seek for reassurance, whose words to seek for comfort.

Spencer makes the decision for you, jogs toward you and puts his hands on your shoulders, wraps his arms around you in a hug. You hold him close, rest your head against his arm, and look behind him, at Aaron, who seems more affected than you would have thought. You want to pull him in too, but he is not the public display of affection type, so you let Spencer be enough.

After a few minutes, local law enforcement arrives on the scene, as well as the coroner, and Spencer ushers you into an SUV so you can head back to the precinct.

That night, you are not just tired, but weary, when you make it home. You strip off your clothes and take a quick shower in hopes it will make you feel a little better, then pull on a short, fleece robe and pad to the kitchen to make a cup of herbal tea. You’re just throwing out the tea bag when there’s a knock at the door, and you take your mug with you to answer it.

You aren’t surprised that it’s Aaron on the other side.

“Hi.” Your voice sounds weak to your own ears, but he just nods, takes in your robe and mug of tea, offers his own greeting. “Do you want to come in?” You take a step back and he walks past you into the living room, sits down beside you when you curl up on the sofa. You face him, your shoulder against the back of the couch, your hands in your lap, holding your tea, and he mirrors your posture.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I know what happened today was difficult for you.” The expression on his face is careful, guarded, but concerned. “How are you doing?”

You reach forward to set your tea on a coaster on the table, scooting a little closer.

“I’m doing alright.” He looks skeptical, stares you down with serious eyes, and you sigh, give in to his silence. You’re not one to easily fold under pressure, but when Aaron is the one applying it, it’s difficult not to. “It’s never easy to kill someone, but… it’s just a little harder when it's someone who clearly needed help, something we could have given him. It’s harder when we’re just too late.”

“I can understand that. Things could have gone so differently if he’d gotten help when he needed it. Maybe no one would have gotten hurt.” He reaches out a hand to carefully cover yours in your lap, looks at you with tender eyes. “Try not to focus on the maybe, okay? Life is hard enough without beating yourself up for something out of your control.”

You nod your head, blink back tears, and lean forward, resting your cheek against his shoulder; he puts his arm around your back and holds you tightly, allows you your moment, and when you begin to pull away he reaches for your tea, takes a sip.

“Minty,” he says, then hands you the mug, and you smile softly, take a sip too.

“It’s Sleepytime tea. Helps me wind down before bed.” It’s not until you say it that it dawns on you—how late it is, that he’s here anyway after almost two days with no sleep. “Let me make you a cup and then put you up in the guest room. Please,” you murmur when he looks like he’s going to decline. “It would make me feel a lot better about today. Just knowing you’re nearby.”

“Are you trying to guilt trip me?” he asks, arching a brow, and you shake your head quickly, reach for his hand again.

“No, no. Of course not. I just know you’re tired, and it would be nice to have a friend close tonight.” You squeeze his fingers, your hand warm from the tea, take a deep breath. “Stay?”

“I’ll go get my bag out of the car,” he says eventually, and you can’t help smiling.

“Okay. I’ll make you some tea.” The next couple of months are fairly commonplace, with cases dotted here and there, but nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing like those few sleepless days.

You have dinner with Aaron in his office a couple times a week, and it’s always comforting and enjoyable, that easy companionship. You spend time with Spencer at one of your apartments a couple evenings a week, and that’s where things get complicated.

He’s one of your closest friends in the world, one of two people you would do anything for, drop everything for at a moment's notice. As it turns out, he may also be more than that.

You’ve noticed for a while that you tend to gravitate toward him, that you’re drawn to him when he’s speaking, like an invisible magnetic pull. That you can’t help staring at his lips when he talks, his hands when he adds gestures, the serious look of contemplation on his face when he debates his next move as you play chess.

It feels innocent, mostly, until one day he leans over your shoulder to speak into your ear while you’re getting snacks in the kitchen, and you feel your face heat, your heart pound in your chest. He lays a hand on your back, which is not unusual, but he may as well be putting it down your pants for the way it makes you feel in that moment.

You open your mouth to say something, but ultimately you stop yourself. What would you even say? I think I might be in love with you? I think I want you? I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship? Anything of those things would be the wrong thing, so you just push it to the back of your mind and do your best to let it go.

“Are you feeling okay?” Spencer asks one day while you’re pouring coffee in the breakroom, and rightfully so, because you’ve been avoiding him like he’s contagious for the better part of a week. He looks especially cute today, and he’s in a great mood, smiling and laughing at everything Derek and Emily say, and it’s too much for you to handle. You’re just proud of yourself for not saying something embarrassing.

“I’m okay,” you assure him with a light smile you don’t feel. “I’m just a little off today; I’m sure it will pass. Thanks, though.” You fill his mug, and he smiles back, nods.

“Of course. We can skip movie night tonight, if you’re not feeling up to it. I think we’ve both probably seen An American Werewolf in London enough times that we could recite it line for line anyway.” You have to laugh at that, because it’s true; it’s one of your favorites, always so easy to poke fun at that the two of you dissolve into giggles half an hour in.

“You’re definitely right about that. Yeah, let’s cancel for tonight. I’ll go to bed early, get some rest, be good as new tomorrow. Thanks for understanding,” you murmur, turning to look up at him, and he puts his hand on your shoulder.

“You’re welcome. I just hope you feel better soon.”

You hope you figure out what to do soon, too.

You’re getting ready to leave work later that night, shortly after everyone else has gone, when Aaron steps up beside you, clears his throat.

“Do you have plans for tonight? I was just about to order dinner.” You sigh, run a hand over your hair.

“Um. I was supposed to watch movies with Spencer, but I cancelled on him.” His gaze sweeps over you like he’s looking for signs of distress, eyes gentle but appraising.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes and no.” You immediately regret saying that, because it puts him on alert and you aren’t really in the mood to discuss it. “Yes—everything’s alright. I’d love dinner, if you don’t mind the company. And it’s my turn to pay.” You take out your wallet, shove the rest of your bag back under your desk, turn to look up at him. He’s still staring at you like he’s trying to assess your emotional state, and you exhale softly. “Can we just… eat and talk about Jack?”

It takes him a moment, but he nods, pulls out his phone. It’s nonchalant, just quiet acceptance of your terms; his eyes are kind when he looks back over at you.

“I have pictures of him from his last soccer game.” You feel almost overwhelmed with relief, lean against his arm to look at the photos of Jack and his friends in their uniforms, laughing and happy on the field. “Do you want tacos?” he asks, low, after a moment, and you nod your head and smile softly up at him.

“Yeah, but it’s Friday. Why don’t we just go eat? Work can wait until Monday.” It’s a suggestion you’ve made many times before, but this time, to your surprise, he agrees; you grab your bag, and he drives you to the restaurant where you have a margarita, and too many tacos, and so many laughs it’s like he’s almost a different person. He drops you off at your car afterward, and you lean across the seat for a hug, thank him again for taking you out—because, of course, he insisted on paying the bill even though it was your turn. It’s a better evening than you’ve had in the last few weeks.

You mess that up severely by going home and watching An American Werewolf in London anyway, and afterward you lay in bed, try to fall asleep, and think about what you’re going to do about Spencer. It’s almost midnight when you have the dumb idea to go see him—and it’s pouring, which makes it even dumber.

You text him to see if he’s still awake, and he doesn’t answer, but when you park you can see that his bedroom light is on, so you buzz anyway. He lets you up, clearly confused as to what you’re doing there so late; so are you, to be honest, but for some reason it finally felt like the right time to lay it all out on the line. When he opens the door, he looks even more taken aback than he sounded.

“Are you okay? It’s after midnight, and you’re soaked,” he says, pulling you inside and closing the door, and you shake your head.

“No, not really. I’m sorry for springing this on you, Spence, I really am.” You take a deep breath, try to calm yourself; your heart is racing. “I think I love you. You were the first person I clicked with when I started at the BAU, and it has become a genuine friendship that I treasure, but lately I’ve been feeling… more.” He wets his lips, frowns.

“I don’t think now is the right—” A slightly unhinged laugh escapes you, and it stops him mid-sentence.

“I know it’s not the right time, but I don’t think there will ever be a right time, so I’m just… just putting it out there, okay? I think I love you. I can see myself with you, I—I think we could be good together. And I know this is sudden…” you trail off when you see movement behind him; you lean to the side to peer around him, but he blocks you with his body. “Is someone here?”

“I tried to tell you it’s not a good time,” he says, and he sounds apologetic and maybe a little embarrassed on your behalf. You swallow hard.

“Who’s—who’s here? Is it someone I know?” He shakes his head, and you exhale a ragged breath. That’s a small miracle, at least, that you didn’t just spew a love confession in front of one of your friends—well, two of your friends. “I should go. I need to go—I’m sorry.” You back up, but you bump into the door noisily; you forgot he’d closed it behind you. Someone comes into the hall to check on the sound, and of course, it’s a beautiful woman wearing one of Spencer’s sweaters and not much else. She is your opposite in every way, and that makes it hurt so much worse.

You really never stood a chance.

“Spencer? Is everything okay?” she asks, arms crossed over her chest, and you fumble for the doorknob, wrench the door open, and take off down the hall.

You run for your car—the rain has only gotten heavier, and if you were soaked before, you’re downright sodden now, your clothes soaked through—and you tug on the door handle, but it doesn’t budge: locked, of course. You pat your pockets for your keys, but by the time you find them, the small surge of adrenaline you felt has left your body, and all you feel is heartbreak.

You rest your arms against the window, your head against your arms, and take several deep, gasping breaths; tears follow, burning hot, streaming down your face, and for a few moments you just let them, let yourself ache with embarrassment and bitterness until it physically hurts to continue.

You exhale softly, wipe your face with your wet sleeve as if that fixes the problem, and then unlock your car and head to the only place—the only person—you can think of with your head so messed up.

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