#but sometimes you'd just want to see a candid photo someone took of you when you weren't looking

[widevibratobitch]

its 'i know it doesnt matter and im used to it at this point but im actually a little sad that im kinda ugly' hours

[littleoanh]

Hello lovely! I hope your well and thriving! This is another silly little request, a little bit of angst to fluff. Please feel free to ignore if you'd like!

I was thinking reader who's very good friends with all the bonten men, and has big body issues and often vents to them about it. Everyone disagreeing with her but reader never believes them so one day when reader comes into their office they make the day about her? Telling her why they love her body, and maybe fking the insecurities out of her? (If you feel comfortable withwriting this may I ask that reader has thick thighs, wife hips and love handles, and a small chest?)

Thank you for reading, drink lots of water and enjoy your day!

A/N: Zee, my darling ❤️! Always so thoughtful of me and reminding me to be human. I don’t normally write details of what the fem!reader's body shape looks like (same goes for race, hair color, and skin color). I do try to be as neutral as I can. Also … I haven’t done a group sex this large before 😂. It’s quite challenging but just this once, I will make an exception for you since you are my lovely darling. I hope you enjoy this piece!

Shape of You

Characters: Bonten x fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst (talking about insecurities and low self-esteem on body image - PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU) and smut (handjobs, blowjob, nipple play, groping, oral [reader receiving], cum eating, kissing, hickey, voyeurism (I think?), mention masterbating and non con recording, raw vaginal sex, and creampie)

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading and beta reading!

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The mirror is one of the worst enemies because it shows you your deepest insecurities. It’s difficult to not look at all your flaws. Sometimes, when someone compliments you, you’re pretty sure they’re being nice. You try to find the positive sides of your body but your brain won’t let you. Another one of your worst enemies. However, you plaster a fake smile on your face and pretend you are okay. 

Today, you’re visiting your friends, the Bonten Executives at their Headquarters. Many don’t understand your friendship with them. They are the most notorious group of criminals in Japan and you are a normal girl with a commoner job. How did your friendship start? Flowers. Everyday, you would walk by Bonten's Headquarters since it’s on the way to your job. You notice their flower plants outside were wilting and not wanting something beautiful to die, you secretly took care of them. 

One day, you were approached by security guards and they escorted you to the executives floor. You, of course, were scared half to death because you thought they would be mad at you for disturbing their property. You met with Mikey, Koko, and Takeomi in Mikey’s office and they asked if you were a florist from down the street. Nodding, Koko tried paying for your ‘secret services’ since none of them knew how to care for plants. You completely rejected them since your intent wasn’t money. Takeomi asked what you would like in return, you said you only wanted to care for their flowers. 

Mikey was surprised how sweet and kind you really are and invited you to have lunch with them to get to know you better. This soon bloomed into an unexpected friendship between the executives and you. 

“Hi Koko!” You pop into Koko’s office first since he is one of the few executives who has potted plants in their office.

“Hello, pretty girl.” The nickname almost makes you stiffen. You don’t see yourself that way and it baffles you why he calls you this. “Day off today?” He takes a break from his laptop and watches you inspect his potted plants that he bought from your nursery. 

“I worked this morning but took the rest of the day off since I have more employees now thanks to you.” You smile kindly. Koko has helped find candidates for your nursery so you can have more free time. 

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” Your body tenses again. “Do you have any plans?”

“Hmm, just coming to hangout with you guys.” Koko nods, glances back on his laptop and finds a good stopping point to spend some time with you.

“Why don’t I take you out shopping and buy pretty clothes for you?” Your heart sinks. This makes you uncomfortable. Clothes shopping lowers your already low self esteem, knowing a lot of the clothes at the shops won’t fit you. That’s why you always order online, not wanting to have people to judge you or stare at your imperfect body. Koko catches your look of discomfort, “What’s wrong?”

“We don’t need to go clothes shopping.” Koko immediately knows what this is about and crosses his arms.

“Stop that.” 

“Stop what?” You are now avoiding eye contact by turning your face away from him. Feeling your insecurities show. 

“Your negative thoughts about your body.” Koko approaches you, he gently turns your face for you to look into his dark eyes. This isn’t the first time he witnessed your inner turmoil, you often vent about them whenever someone brings up going clothes shopping or you feel uncomfortable going around Fashion District.“You are beautiful. No matter what size you are.” Tears glisten in your eyes and you begin to sniff.

“No, I’m not. Stop saying that!” Now your tears are rolling down your face. You hate talking about your insecurities and people saying their superficial words when they are perfect. “I am nothing like your pretty girl friends.” His eyes remain still, “I hate when people are judging me when I go out with you guys. Knowing they’re thinking that I don’t deserve to be friends with you all.” 

When you go out with any of the executives, you always feel judged and it eats you up inside knowing you are not worthy to be by their side. You hate these negative thoughts but it just won’t go away. No matter how hard you try, it always lingers. Koko stays silent, watches you cry and his mind churns, thinking of a way for you to listen and understand.

“Come with me.” Koko takes your hand, leading you to the big conference room and sends out a mass text to all the executives. In several minutes, the executives are piling into the conference room. Once everyone is settling into the conference room, Koko grabs their attention. “Thank you for coming here on short notice.” Koko turns to you and takes his seat, “[Y/n], sit on my lap.” Patting for you to sit. Your eyes widen, feeling completely insecure. Did he want you to crush him under your body? Why is he trying to make you uncomfortable more than you already are?

“What? I want her on my lap!” Sanzu pouts, then looks at you with his big droopy puppy eyes. “[Y/n], come sit here!”

“No, I want her-” The room erupts into chaos, until someone quietly takes your hand and you look down to find Mikey pulling you towards him.

“Sit.” Referring to his lap, everyone is now watching you. You are hesitant to sit on him, afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold your weight. “[Y/n], sit on my lap.” His voice is more stern this time, you didn’t want to make him angry. Nervously, you approach his lap and try to sit but you take too long and Mikey ends up pulling you down on his lap. You squeal in surprise, worry that you are hurting him by putting on too much pressure. You try to ground your legs and squat a little to reduce putting all your weight on him but he kicks your legs from under you. His strong grip holds you in place when you try to wiggle around to get off him.

“Mikey, I am uncomfortable and I feel like I am hurting-”

“You’re not hurting me.” Mikey interrupts, his hand is now tracing every curve on your body. “You have nothing to be uncomfortable about.” You tear up, feeling your insecurities seep out. You tense, hating that Mikey is feeling your hips and curvy belly. You feel disgust looking at your own body, and now someone so perfect is feeling it with their hands. All the executives look at you, worry in their eyes.

“I can’t help it. I don’t like the way I look.” You cover your eyes, feeling shame. “I’m nothing like those pretty skinny girls. My thighs are too thick, my hips are too wide, and my chest is too small.” You start sobbing, your hands covered in your tears. You hear someone approach you, they kneel down and gently move your hands away from your face. It is Kakucho.

“Please don’t say all those hateful things about yourself.” He wipes away your tears gently, “I love the way you look.” Then he takes your hand and places it over his heart and it’s beating furiously, “Do you feel this? No one has made me feel this way before. Only you.” 

“Your thighs are not too thick,” Rin steps up next, then kneels next to you and stroking your thigh, “they’re sexy to me.” He grips them, making you squeak a bit, “All I want to do is kiss them all over.” 

“Your hips are not too wide,” Koko is the next one to speak and approaches you, “it’s the perfect size for me to grab and hold you.” He touches your hips, teasingly grazing them. 

“And your chest isn’t too small.” Ran saunters his way over to you, “They are wonderful to look at.” His lilac eyes trails down to your breasts.

“You are beautiful no matter what size you are.” Sanzu ambles towards you, placing his hand under your chin. “Small, big, wide, tall, short… You are gorgeous.” You are sniffing, trying to calm yourself down.

“Really?” Your voice is small. 

“Really.” Mochi appears by your side, “We may be notorious criminals but we’re not liars when we see beautiful women like you.”

“If you don’t believe us.” Takeomi leans down and talks into your ear, “We will show you just how beautiful you are.” You slightly nod, giving them your consent and in a blink of an eye, chaos ensues. Your clothes are flying everywhere, their pants drop and cocks are being whipped out.

Mochi and Takeomi grab your soft hands to stroke their cocks, Mikey gropes your tits while Ran and Rin licks and sucks your already pebbled nipples. Kakucho and Kokonoi spread your legs wider to have access to your pussy, and Sanzu shoves his cock into your mouth. Everyone is enjoying your wonderland body. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so good.” Rin’s drooling over your nipple while gripping your thigh. He loves the softness of your plush skin. Bending down to place pepper kisses all over your thigh. Ran is biting and sucking your tit to leave a heart shaped hickey. 

“You are so pretty when your body is being played with.” Takeomi groans while feeling your delicate hand playing with his length. Mochi is thrust in and out of your hand, loving the feeling of your touch.

“Your pussy tastes like honey.” Kakucho is messily making out with your pussy while Kokonoi is licking and sucking on your clit. 

“Need’a fuck this mouth of yours so you can stop saying these poisonous words.” Sanzu holds your head while thrusting his cock deep into your mouth. Your legs are twitching, feeling yourself about to cum.

“Are you about to cum?” Ran asks, his hand is holding your leg to prevent you from closing your legs. You moan into Sanzu’s cock as though to answer his question.

“Shit, I’m about to cum too.” Mochi moans and Takeomi grunts in agreement.

“Gonna cum soon, sweetheart.” Sanzu coos, beads of sweat dripping on his forehead. Your body starts to squirm but Mikey, Ran and Rin hold you in place.

“Cum.” Mikey whispers in your ear, giving you his permission. Right at the same time, Takeomi and Mochi both cum into your hands, Sanzu cums in your mouth, and you cum into Kakucho’s mouth. You can hear him licking and slurping every juice leaking out of your pussy. Once your body stops shaking, Mikey orders for everyone to stand back. Sanzu pulls out of your mouth with a loud pop sound. The others take a step back from you, your glossy eyes stare into Mikey’s dark orbs. Wondering what he is planning to do. 

Mikey easily lifts you up in his arms, making you squeak in surprise. He lays you out on the conference table and takes out his cock from his pants. You are surprised how thick he is and lifts one of your legs up and places it over his shoulder. “You were worried about hurting me,” Mikey reminds you of your words, “You should be worried how you are going to handle my deep affection for you.” 

Not understanding what he meant, Mikey shoves his thick cock into your drenched pussy and you feel the burn of his stretch. He lets out breathy moans while ramming you hard against the table, it squeaks with every hard thrust. You are moaning loudly, completely forgetting about your insecurities. You wrap your hand into his hair, pulling hard trying to match his thrusts. My god, he feels so good.  You can feel Mikey’s fondness for you, hit the back of your throat, he’s so deep. He leans down, capturing your moans in his mouth and into a deep passionate kiss.

You never thought about kissing him before, now you can’t remember why you haven’t. His lips feel good against yours, the feeling of his thrusts along with it makes it even more pleasurable. Your cunt is making loud squelching noises, creaming over his cock and creating a white ring. His hand reaches to grab your tit and squeezes, you mewl into his mouth. He releases your mouth, his dark orbs are dilated and staring intensely into yours. You have never seen so much raw emotion in his eyes.

“Mi-Mikey, I’m about to cum again.” You whine loudly, the rest of the group is either masturbating or recording you. 

“Do it.” His husky voice commands you, your gummy walls squeezes his cock tightly and throws your head back to let out an undignified moan. “Gorgeous.” He kisses your forehead, continuing to ram you before painting your walls white. His warm cum feels so good, you want more. Mikey gives you another kiss on your lips and pulls away from your soaking pussy. 

“Fuck, darling you’re beautiful.” Ran runs his hand through his short purple and black hair. 

“Anyone else who wants to show [Y/n] how beautiful she is, go.” Mikey tucks his dick back inside his pants, watching Koko to go next inside your pussy and everyone else circles around. He sits back on his chair like a throne, with his arm plop on the arm and head leaning against it while he watches your radiating aura shine brightly. Mikey softly smiles, he hopes after this, you learn to love your body just like him and the others do.

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[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Paparazzi

SUMMARY: You're a news reporter, and he's a hero. Well, you can't help being infatuated with him... WORD COUNT: 800+

WARNINGS: Reader manipulating(?) Kacchan, reader being an obsessive stalker, breaking in to a house (so basically if you don’t like yandere, don’t read this (but this is just you being a stalker, no one being hurt for now))

A/N: Reader is a news reporter, and you're kindaaa a yandere stalker (couldn't help myself after I heard this song) so yeah- and you came from a different country to live in Japan when you were younger (I was thinking about the apartment complex I lived in recently as I wrote this, and thinking about America- but I tried to make it so you could've been from anywhere (which, is probably a stretch sometimes but still-) Yes, I love Bakugo, he’s my comfort character, but it felt weird writing him as a stalker and it was easier to write Y/N as the stalker so uh- yeah <3  A/N PART 2: Wow, that was a long first Author Note- uh- anyways. Feel free to ask for a second part if you want lmao- Also, this was inspired by this song <3 A/N PART 3: Originally posted here.

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You hum softly as you skip a bit, walking to the place where you knew where his apartment was. From... Sources. Bakugo Katsuki, aged 22. Pro hero Dynamight. Quirk? Explosion, made from nitroglycerin-like sweat from the palms of his hands, which created huge explosions. Why'd you know so much? Well, it was a secret...

You hoped you could get a new photo of him as you walked to his place. You sometimes fawned over the pictures that you took... They were almost always of the highest quality, and half of them were of his private life; candid photos. Fun, right? These photos, along with the little articles you wrote, always were good... Every newspaper station wanted you to be the one to write for them; alas, you were a freelance journalist, and went as your whims took you. You wanted to write about what you liked, and being a freelance writer let you do just that. You loved writing about heroes, especially the local explosion hero, and you weren't going to let anyone else write about him... You especially loved hearing the rumors around the hero, how all of the journalists except one had disappeared after reporting about Dynamight. Made you feel happy, in a way, since you knew that you could talk about all the little new things in his life. Like, for one, how there was no special someone in his life yet, even though he was pretty young and hot... But hey, you couldn't be thinking that, you had a job to do.

With a small huff, you moved to get nearer to the apartment complex, holding your camera in your hands as you glanced around, seeing nothing amiss. These apartments always reminded you of the motels back home... Not that you'd been there for years, of course. You were 24, and loved being in Japan. You especially liked that you could report about the explosion hero since you were here.

You had learned of him around the same time you had moved here, at 18 years old. The last year of high school, which you despised; but all that was gone once you heard about him. Why wouldn't it? He was so cool, and pretty as well... You sighed softly with a smile on your face.

You then glanced around before walking quickly in to the male's apartment. You were glad that you had a quirk that let you create keys... It was one of the most boring, yet useful quirks at times. Like, what would you need a quirk to create keys for? You'd used them for self-defense and such, but not often to "break in" to a house.

You hummed softly with a small smile, eyes darting around the furniture. Didn't look to have changed...

You startled at a noise, coming face to face with the explosion hero himself. You blinked, surprised at his closeness before a small smile came to grace your features. "Hello, Dynamight. You look tired, as usual; can I just get an interview? Help you with anything?"

He huffed softly, annoyance flashing in his eyes before he gently pushed you away, surprising based on his face. "Get out of my house..." He mumbled softly, tired. He just wanted to rest, but every time he wanted to, you were there.

You smiled softly, moving to gently rest your hand on his arm. "It's okay. I know you're tired, I can give you a massage if you want."

The male huffed before he shook his head. "No thanks," he muttered before turning around and walking, almost stalking away. You smiled a little more to yourself as you smiled, taking a picture.

"All right, then!" Your voice was cheerful, almost insufferable to him. Why were you always this happy-go-lucky? Almost like Deku, except he was usually quieter. He let out a soft sigh, grumbling softly.

"Why are you always near me? Always the one to write articles, and stuff like that?" He let out a soft huff, eyes narrowing as he glanced back at you.

"Oh? That's because I'm your biggest fan, Dynamight-san." You said, smile growing. He could almost see your excitement. Ugh.

He let out a soft huff. "Well, stop it."

"Why?" Your head tilted slightly to the side, looking up at him with curious eyes. They were really pretty... No, stop. He shouldn't be thinking that. "I want you to love me." Your lower lip jutted out into a small pout.

Bakugo rolled his eyes a little. "I barely even know you. You're just doing this for the fame and glory you'd get to be dating a hero, or something."

You blinked, then shook your head a little. "No, of course I'm not. And, we can get to know each other, how about that?"

Bakugo sighed softly, relenting. He knew this was a bad idea... If he let you do this, then it would become almost a routine, like rewarding a pet for bad behavior. If someone does it once, then the problem would become worse. But hey, it couldn't get that bad, right...? Well, he had no idea what he was in for.

[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things-Something There

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Canon-typical violence.

Word Count: 2.5k

a/n: i am so beyond sorry that it has taken this long to get another chapter out. this doesn’t follow my post schedule that i had previously given, but hopefully this can be a good place holder till later this week. 

The Purest Things Masterlist

May 2008

Bookend: "It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent." -Madeleine Albright

"There's no way I'm doing that," you rebuttal, "Hotch? Tell them it's a ridiculous idea." He stays silent, but his mouth twitches slightly.

Oh, you son of a-

"Richards is a classic narcissist. The challenge of facing a tough, fearless, and intelligent woman will give him his high. Narcissists are drawn to goal-oriented women, women who are resilient, adaptable, yet decisive. Show him that you are a good listener, but don't praise him."

"Think of him like a wild animal," Spencer adds, "You don't feed zoo animals because they are unpredictable. Remember, narcissists have an extraordinary sense of self, and when you praise his ego, you enable his unstable and feeble mind. He doesn't hear praise; he hears how much better he is than you. If you don't feed the beast, he won't have the stamina to combat your confidence later."

"Once you disarm him, I'll come in and challenge his confidence," Hotch concludes. 

Could you have said that less attractively? That would have been more helpful.

Aaron cheekily smirks as if reading your mind but quickly looks away. You wish you didn't blush so fast-that you had some sense to keep your emotions to yourself. In a second, your cheeks are rosy, and you are convinced that everyone in the room can perceive your feelings as if you wrote them on little notes and passed them around.

You grunt and roll your eyes, "I hate all of you."

Derek snaps his fingers at you, "Lose the jacket."

"All men are pigs," you spit while removing your blazer, leaving you in a fitted tank top and your tight-legged jeans that hug your curves in all of the right places.

Derek wolf whistles at you, and you hurl your jacket at him.  Aaron lets his eyes slide up and down your body, his gaze lasting longer than it should. He swears that as you stride into the interrogation room, your hips swing a bit farther side to side than usual. It is the very action that radiates courage, a mind coupled perfectly with itself and the world around it, concentrated and solemn.

Typically, Hotch would divert the task of adulating a narcissist to Prentiss, but he knows if anyone can take command of someone's attention, it's you. How does he know? Because you captivate him far more often than he cares to admit, defying his very being with every interaction. You are a secret weapon that he wants to keep concealed until you can allow your talents to shine genuinely. Aaron knows that now is your moment. ++++ "What is it that I am being accused of? Fraud? Embezzling?" The sharp-dressed businessman questions; his gaze is straying further below your eyes than you care for.

Pig.

You throw a file down on the medal table, and it slides across, stopping right in front of the man, successfully redirecting his stare somewhere other than your chest.

"Try murder."

His eyes widen, "You're joking. Come on, where are the hidden cameras? I'm ready for you to yell candid camera now! I am Milton Richards, for god's sake!"

"I don't know!" You shrug your shoulders. "Why don't you explain this to me, Mr. Richards. I'm just as confused as you are. What reason could a successful, charming, handsome, wealthy business mogul like yourself possibly have to kill someone?"

"Oh please," Richards scoffs, "This isn't an interrogation. You've already pegged me as guilty."

"I don't agree, but you have the right to feel how you feel."

He purses his lips, leaning as far away from you as physically possible while handcuffed to the table.

"Milton, why did you try to escape a moving vehicle when my team apprehended you?"

"Just felt like it, I guess," he shrugs mockingly.

"So, something just randomly compelled you to flee the custody of a federal agent?"

Richards leers at you. You stand up and walk around the table, leaning down next to him, "I get it. I do. You're a suave, wealthy, and ruthless business tyrant. You have to cover your tracks-do what it takes to survive."

He raises his eyebrow, turning to face you, your faces mere inches from each other. I got you now.

"Trust me. I know probably better than anyone what it takes to maintain a position you fought your entire life for. I'm a woman; I had to claw my way into the F.B.I. Do you think it's easy being surrounded by a team filled with uncontrolled testosterone? Womanhood requires balls; I see you keep your balls in your pants, cool, cool. Mine are on my chest, up top. As you've so duly noticed."

His eyes flicker to the aforementioned area, and you restrain yourself from gagging.

"And you know what, Richards? I use them every day of my life. Because in my line of business, sometimes I have to take the backdoor to get things done. Why do I get the sense that you were the same way before you became Mr. Wolf of Wall Street? How else does a kid who grew up in the projects become a multi-millionaire mogul by 27?"

"We both know what the other is capable of. C'mon, let's show each other a bit of respect here. No games, let's be upfront with each other," you appeal. ++++ Aaron watches as you work the room like it is your stage. You play the part perfectly.  He admires your ability to absorb things and then responded rather than immediately react to douse firey circumstances rather than add to the flames.

Derek finds himself next to Aaron, smugly observing Aaron's visible fascination with you.

"She's fantastic, Hotch," Derek beams with pride. Hotch holds his breath behind pursed lips in an attempt to barricade himself from the feelings of foolish jealousy he feels creeping up.

I know she is. I think I recognize it a little too well.

Aaron knows that Derek will be scrutinizing his reaction to the commendation and refrains from responding.

Of course, Derek reads this lack of a reaction as a response itself. And he finds it strangely amusing. ++++ "Here's what I think happened," you twirl your finger around the manilla file, "I think you were having some money troubles and your top investors caught onto your little games. When you sat down, you volunteered the crimes fraud and embezzlement as reasons you assumed we brought you into custody. You listed them like they are apparent reasons for us to charge you. Those are two areas you are clearly willing to take the fall for and have cause to oblige by."

Opening the file, a photograph is revealed within of a murder victim. Richards shifts uncomfortably in his seat, stifling a cough.

"Do you know this man?"

"N-no," he claims as his eyes flutter from the photo to his hands.

Surprised by his blatant tell, you glance back at the two-way mirror.

Turning back to the suspect with a newfound spark in your eyes, you press harder, "Strike one. Try again."

"Excuse me?"

"The man in the image is Walter Barone, the C.E.O. of Jameson Whitely Associates...your accounting firm. Your company was going bankrupt, Milton. There was nowhere left for you to turn. So, do you want to try that again? This time, answer my questions directly and honestly."

"Walt had a reserve saved for me worth $5 million. Last week when I approached him about dipping into the fund to keep the company afloat, he withheld it. I wouldn't kill him for it, though."

"Well, see, that's the problem here, Milton. When he was found, that little reserve of yours was nowhere to be found. Naturally, you can assume where my mind goes when I try and put two and two together, right?"

"I told you," he says, clearly provoked by your accusation, "I wouldn't...didn't kill him."

"Wasn't it you, in your book, right? Who said, 'It's surprising what a man will do when properly motivated?' I don't know about you, but losing everything you'd ever worked for and having your one saving grace held from you seems like pretty good motivation."

Silence. "Oh, come on, Milton, now is not the time to act so arrogant!"

He slams his fists on the table; you abstain from being startled in an attempt to show him no fear.

Wild animals can smell fear. 

"Arrogant, huh? Why don't you step up and prove me wrong? Prove you're better than me. You despise me for being successful; I despise you for your assumption that you could waltz in here like a tramp and seduce me into giving myself up. What? Too harsh? I'm not sure you and I are even the same species."

Hotch bursts into the room, and you quickly signal for him to stand down. I've got this.

He gives you a prideful wink. I know you do.

Somehow Aaron being in the room gives you that last little push to conclude this grand performance of yours. Slowly, you begin clapping dramatically for his little one-person comedy act. He certainly knows how to play the fool.

"Is that a dare? Challenge accepted. Your entire life, you have suffered from a disease... a fragile ego. You have built these walls of detachment so that you can conveniently solicit status to hide your true, weak self. You lash out because you feel it compensates for your insecurities."  

"The truth is, despite being at the top of the corporate chain, every day you lead the life of a loser. You are willing to destroy people psychically, emotionally, and mentally. And you view that as a cause for celebration. You are the embodiment of a loser and abject failure."

Hotch touches the small of your back; you shiver at the sudden warmth that fills your body in reaction to it. He hands you a piece of paper, one that seals Richards' conviction.

"Milton Richards, you are under arrest for the murder of Walter Barone, Hank Simmons, Frankie Lisbon, and Jillian Ryder."

Hotch motions for you to do the honors.

"By all means, lead the way."

Holding yourself proud and tall, you waltz over to Milton and hoist him out of his chair. Inclining your lips to his ear, you tell him contemptuously, "You lose."   ++++ "Way to go, superstar! You had us all on the edge of our seats," Derek says, wrapping his muscular arms around you. You breathe in his cologne and savor the sensation of being in his arms.

Since the day you met Morgan, you've felt a draw to him. Not in a romantic way, though you proudly admit he is hands-down one of the most gorgeous men to set foot on earth. He gives you the feeling of safety, warmth, and brotherly love. His hugs rejuvenate you after a long day of work, and you see to it that neither of you leaves the office without receiving your signature embraces.

Aaron observes you and Derek's shared embrace from the shelter of his office. Before he can comprehend his movements, his legs carry him to the terrace overlooking the bullpen.

What do you think you're doing, Hotch? Pull yourself together. They’re friends. Just like you and her are.

Dismissing his inner voice of reason, he calls out to you, "Y/L/N. See me in my office."

You grimace at his tone of voice but abide by his request.

Derek chuckles, "Green is not that man's color."

"What?" You turn to him, confused.

"Goodnight, superstar."

"Night, handsome," you blow him a kiss, trying to brush his comment out of your mind.  ++++ "You summoned?"

Aaron's whiskey-colored eyes meet yours. The tempo of your heart quickens like a metronome.

"You did a phenomenal job in there."

"I've learned from the best." You. I've learned from you.

He clears his throat, "Those things you said...a-about the men on this team. Is that how you truly feel?"

Shocked by his willingness to believe such a misleading statement, you gasp and close the distance between the two of you.

You must have some nerve to believe that I would ever view you as anything other than the most upstanding man I've ever met.

"Aaron, what I said in there is further than the truth than I would have liked to have strayed. In fact, it was with you that I finally felt equal as a human being-like someone recognized me for my intellect and self-worth. A woman can't acquire that regardless of how 'equal' this world claims to be."

Aaron finds himself lost in your eyes, absorbing every meaning behind your words.

"It was a freeing feeling having someone I respect so highly show me similar respect."

No. Don't stop talking. Please. Hotch blushes at his inner monologue, incapable of comprehending precisely what kind of influence you hold on him.  

"Anyway," you laugh, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in your face, "Sorry for my little tangent."

"No," Hotch interjects firmly, "Never apologize for expressing your feelings. I assured you last year that I'll always be available as a sounding board for you. That offer still stands."

Your gaze softens as you study him, his intentions, his mannerisms. He notices your pupils dilate, and it commences a chain reaction within his veins. To him, it's not the fact that you radiate beauty on the outside. Sure, you are physically fit and put in the effort to maintain your appearance. Naturally, that would be why someone like Derek Morgan would have you on his radar.

But, Aaron has gradually grown accustomed to the kindness that you seem to reserve just for him. He sees the differences between how you act around the team versus when you step inside his office or are alone in the car with him, even the way your confidence elevates when he walks into the interrogation room.

These differences aren't unique to just you, though. Aaron notices the same changes in himself when he is around you. Never did he expect to go home from work and lie in bed thinking about the way your eyes strayed on his for a moment too long, or how as he completed paperwork at his desk, he'd replay in his mind a cheesy joke you told the team. He knows how you like your coffee from observing you in the break room one too many times.

One cream, two sugars.

Your laughter warms his body from the inside out. When you talk about your favorite comic book with Prentiss and Morgan, the twinkle in your eye never fails to bring a smile to his face. He knows that you hate getting out of the car when it rains because your perfectly straightened hair that you spent god knows how long on will undoubtedly curl.

His changes were less evident on the outside. But, he knew that deep down, there is something there that wasn't there before.

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[boomkloppthesoundofmyheart]

Carraville Fic AU

Title:  the heart and mind are the true lens of the camera

Summary: On the eve of his departure, Gary thinks about the people he will be leaving behind.

“Look and think before opening the shutter. The heart and mind are the true lens of the camera.”— Yousuf Karsh

Gary scanned his London bedroom. The room looked bare, all his belongings stowed away in boxes and suitcases. The only evidence left that he once lived there was his still neatly made bed, waiting to be slept on for one last night.

It was his last day in London, for God knows how long. Tomorrow he leaves for New York to start a new chapter in his life. Phil had moved there years ago and has been living a good life for himself as a lawyer.

Gary craved a new challenge, so he hit his brother up one day and asked if there was room for one more Neville in New York City. With help from his younger brother, he spent the last several months getting his Visa and law license set up in America. Now, everything is finalized and he is eager to leave.

Not to say that he wasn’t going to miss anything here. He'll miss the rest of his family. They were devastated when they found out he's leaving the country as well. But they came around to the idea when they reasoned at least Phil won't be alone anymore. He'll have his big brother with him again.

Then, there's his friends. He'll miss them terribly, too. He'll miss Scholesy throwing him one of his famous glares as he leaves crumbs all over their notes. He'll miss listening to Giggsy and Butty arguing over which evidence to present first.

And he'll miss Becks mothering him when he's worked too hard, making sure he takes a break because "you getting sick won't help our client, Gaz."

He'll miss all his friends.

A crash of pots and pans followed by a curse brings Gary out of his thoughts.

Except one probably.

He's kidding, of course. Gary will probably miss Jamie the most. He had been friends with him before he even met the rest of his friends at law school.

They had become an unlikely pair when Gary's family moved to Liverpool for his father's work when he was 15 years old. Being a Manc in Liverpool made it difficult to find friends. But one Scouser seemed up for the challenge. Ever since then, they had been inseparable.

When Gary moved down to London for law school, Jamie followed and established his photography business there.

Gary walks downstairs to the kitchen. "Everything alright here?"

"All good. Go relax or summat. I'll get dinner ready soon," Jamie waves him off.

"When will that be? I may be on my flight already and you'll still be here cooking."

"Fuck off." A middle finger was thrown at his direction before Jamie continues bustling around the kitchen.

Gary laughs as he makes himself scarce. He walks around their shared home, breathing in their small piece of London one last time.

He ended up in Jamie's home studio. The room was covered by Jamie's most prized photographs, images of both their families. It was Gary's favorite room in the whole house. Gary will never let Jamie know that. That will only stroke his ego more and he already gets that a lot from his clients.

He loves to work in the same room as Jamie. They don't need to speak to each other. They embrace the comfortable silence between them. Him and his paperwork on the couch. Jamie at his desk, eyes glued on the computer, jaw set. Moments surrounded by those photos and Jamie made Gary feel like they were teenagers again, just doing their homework at his place, their futures still ahead of them.

Now, he's about to leave his home away from home.

Gary is about to leave his friend that made leaving home easier in the first place.

The friend who didn't give it a second thought when Gary said, "Come with me."

He just told Gary, "I thought you'd never ask." His camera and clothes were packed soon after that and he was ready to follow Gary anywhere without any solid plans for his own future.

Gary walked over to Jamie's desk and sat in his chair. He rarely gets to see Jamie's portraits until it was done. He always makes sure that his computer was off. Today though, Jamie has left his screen unlocked, giving Gary free rein to go through his photographs.

He scrolls through different folders, each titled with his famous celebrity clients' names. He's seen most of them. What catches his eye was a folder that was just titled, "him."

Gary doubles click on the folder and was surprised to see tons of photos of him. Some of the pictures of him he was aware of. Sometimes he'd help Jamie test out the lighting in his studio before his clients come. 

There were photos of him taken as far back as to when they were teenagers.

The oldest photo in the file was of him, Phil, and Tracey. Jamie had just been gifted his first camera and given them the honor of being the first ones he took a picture of. He doesn't really know if he should believe Jamie. The Scouser was notorious for being the flatterer.

Others were candid photos of him.

There was a photo of him and Phil, watching a university football match. He remembers that night. Gary had invited him to come, but Jamie was late. Punctuality was not his strongest suit when they were younger; Gary pinned his tardiness to that. Now, he's seeing the real reason. Jamie had been busy taking pictures of him and Phil, enjoying the match.

He scrolls further down the folder. There's another photo of him with Phil. This time it was when they were interns in the same case. They were walking out the courthouse, looking defeated, well because they did lose their case. He had confided to Jamie the night before the verdict that he didn't think they were going to get their client acquitted. It was no surprise to see his friend waiting there, ready to take his mind off the case.

That's just how Jamie was. He knows when Gary needed him.

I wonder what it'll be like in New York without him. He shakes his head. I have Phil. I won't be alone.

Gary clicks on another photo. This one was more recent. It looked like it was taken from their backyard when they had his farewell party. He was clearly talking to someone, with who, he doesn't recall nor could he tell because he was the focus of the photographs.

He was so engrossed with the photos that he does not hear Jamie come into the room. Gary was only made aware of his presence when Jamie spoke.

"Me dad always said, 'If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph.'"

Gary spins in the chair around and finds Jamie standing a few steps behind him.

"I thought it was just some pretentious artist bullshit, but I always found meself taking pictures of you. I guess there's some truth to it," Jamie shrugs. "I guess I had been always afraid of losing you."

Gary blinked. For once in his life, he could not find his voice. Like he said, Jamie had always been a charmer, but he knows this time he is being sincere. Words were never Jamie's medium of art; he likes his photos to do the talking for him.

He gets up from the chair and stands just in front of Jamie. Gary places a hand on Jamie's cheek, which he immediately leans into. "You don't have to lose me, J."

"I don't know about that. We lost Phil to America. The lad loves it there," Jamie chuckles tearfully. "Always busy, too. We never see him on this side of the pond...I'm just scared you won't come back to us either."

Gary was never one for making promises he can't keep.

Jamie was right. Phil was always busy and rarely had the time to fly back home. He doesn't want to break any promises especially if it's ones with Jamie.

"I wish you would have stopped me or let me know how you felt. I would have stayed here for you; I wouldn't have even given America a single thought."

"That'd be selfish of me if I had stopped you. I would never hold you back from your dreams." Jamie takes Gary's hand between both his own and kissed it.

Gary steps closer to Jamie. "You're part of my dreams, too."

"Ask me then." Jamie presses his forehead against Gary's.

Gary didn't need to ask for clarifications. So he asks, or rather, demands like he did those years ago. "Come with me."

Jamie smirks. "I thought you'd never ask." Unlike last time, Jamie closes the gap between them and kisses Gary.

Gary smiles against Jamie's lips. Now, he won't have to wonder how New York will be without Jamie by his side.

[iamyoursinblog]

Find you

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader x Im Jaebeom

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3,1 k

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 POV Jinyoung

"Run to the library quickly. You've got three seconds!" he hissed into the tube and passed out. He hid behind the book row, looking out the side of the window.

He went to the library to give the book away. Turning to the exit, girl in a red sweater catch his attention, who sitting on a table near the window. He didn't immediately believe his eyes. But it was definitely you! It was their chance with Jaebeom to meet you. So he's acting like he's in a spy movie right now. He got amused because he was acting like a teenager. A minute later, Jaebeom appeared in the doorway, breathing heavily. He ran to the door and grabbed Jaebeom for jacket dragged to the place where he was hiding before.

"What a jerk? What are you doing? Why such urgency?" Jaebeom wanted to keep talking, but Jinyoung covered his mouth with his hand.

"Shut up already!" whispered Jinyoung

He pointed with his finger on the window where you was sitting. Jaebeom turned his head and froze when he saw you. He almost laughed with Jaebeom's reaction. You really act on them just as much. He turned his eyes to you. You sat and read the book. You were wearing reading glasses, and your fingers were playing with strands of your hair. How can someone look so depraved just by reading a book in a library. He rested his forehead in Jaebeom's shoulder. How can he handle it?

"She definitely loves red," Jaebeom said, looking at you.

"Was she also in red when you first saw her? When I met her she was wearing a red dress." he replied

"When I met her, she was wearing a red suit, " said Jaebeom

"We have to approach her," he said, though he lacked the courage to do so.

"Yes, come on," Jaebeom replied. But a few minutes passed, and none of them budged. They looked at each other and giggled. They were arguing over who should go first, turning their heads, they saw that your place was empty. They ran out into the middle of the hall looking around.

"Damn, it's all your fault" Jinyoung slammed Jaebeom on the shoulder.

They ran out into the hallway. "There" Jinyoung pointed to the end of the corridor where you turned the corner. They ran there. Turning the corner, Jaebeom abruptly stopped. Jinyoung crashed into Jaebeom, causing them to fall.

"Why the hell did you stop so abruptly?" Jinyoung said shoving Jaebeom. But Jaebeom did not react at all, looking at the wall. He turned his head and sat down again on the floor, losing his balance. You stood near the wall with your arms folded on your chest, and you watched them on top of your glasses. You squatted, looking at them.

"So that's who was staring at me in the library. I think I've seen you before." "And you too" you pointed your finger at Jaebeom. "Too many coincidences to be an accident," you said before getting up.

"We liked your coffee shop. So we decided to meet each other," said Jaebeom, and got to his feet, giving Jinyoung's hand.

"And you go by promo of 1+1. Meet one, the other as a gift?" you chuckled.

"Yes, and you are against it? I think the offer is very profitable." replied Jinyoung.

"I'm sure you won't regret it" added Jaebeom

"Sorry, but we have to go, miss" the guy in the black suit appeared next to you.

"Yes, let's go," you told to the guy. "It was nice to meet them, 1+1" you looked at them from head to toe, before turning and going to the exit.

"I think we just screwed up," he laughed as he continued to look at you. He looked out the window watching you get in the car before getting out of sight. He turned and saw that Jaebeom was still looking out the window.

"But she remembered us, even though we came separately," Jaebeom turned his eyes to him. "So there's a chance."

"You don't think we've been playing in 'good guys' for too long..." he said, moving away from the window, "Come on, Mark is waiting for us."

They went to the restaurant where Mark was waiting for them. They said hello and made an order.

"Mark, remember that coffee shop you told me to go to?" asked Jaebeom.

"Yes, I thought you'd like it there, they've got a lot of interesting books." answered Mark

"Books are the only reason why you told me to go there." asked Jinyoung

"Yes, and what? You can't just get there. Nobody knows about them, only those who have been told about this by a person who has already been there can come there."

"Do you know the girl in red who works there in the second hall?" asked Jinyoung.

"I know" laughed Mark "But only she is not an employee, she is the owner."

"Tell us about her" asked Jinyoung

"Forget about it. She's not in our league. I'm even afraid to turn to her once again when she's at the bar. I've never met anyone like her. I heard that if you post on the Internet about this coffee shop, it's gone in a minute. She seems to have too much power. Even the two guys who work there, they're not bartenders, they're security guards."

"I've only seen one guy," Jaebeom said

'Me too' confirmed Jinyoung

"The second guy is on sick leave. One of the new customers recently got drunk and threw a glass in her direction, but the bartender stood in front of her and the glass crashed against his head. Usually in such cases there is began a panic, even me feel uncomfortable, but she looked like she saw it every day. A minute later, the customer was entered by security, and she calmly pulled shards of glass from his wound until an ambulance arrived." Mark shook his head "I have to go, see you later" he said, looking at his watch.

"Yes, see you" replied Jaebeom

'She's really something,' he thought to himself. And how do they deal with that. If he had the idea of hiring someone to find out more about her, now he realizes that it could be dangerous.

"Can we hire someone to find out who she is?" asked Jaebeom when Mark left.

"I've thought about it too, but now I'm not sure it's a good idea. Judging by what Mark said about her, she learns that she is being watched for 5 minutes, and in next five will know who exactly do it".

"Why don't we go to the coffee shop tomorrow?" asked Jaebeom.

"She certainly won't communicate with us there. It seems that she often visits the library, it is necessary to meet with her in neutral territory"

"It feels like we're discussing a takeover of a company, not an acquaintance with a girl." laughed Jaebeom

They came home with the hope that they could meet you again.

POV You

You were sitting in your office, the day was too busy. You smiled remembering those two guys outside the library. They seemed too innocent. You picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"My goodness. I never thought I'd be able to hear your beautiful voice again." answered male voice

"Too much sarcasm, from someone like you" you answered

"I just thought you were on the side of the angels now. Although it's safer for them if you're on their side."

"You've forgotten, I'm always on my side" you grinned.

"Closer to the point, baby. I don't think you called to find out how I was doing. Who should be found?"

"I sent pictures to your mail." You selected some screenshots from the surveillance camera in the coffee shops and clicked send.

"Ok. Will you come to see me sometime?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm kind of on the side of the angels," you said, and hung up.

A few days later you were sitting in a car looking at the pictures. 'They're really 1+1,' you thought. Always together, live together, even their families are friends. You read the name of the companies that their families own, they seemed too familiar. You took out your phone and opened your mother's letter, which had blind dating candidates. After scrolling through the list, you found two familiar names. 'Best in everything' you grinned. You kept looking at the photo, from home, from the car, from the workout, from the restaurants. You stopped at the last photo "This is more interesting" you said and laughed. You put the last photo in the envelope and put it in your bag. "Get rid of it" you passed the rest of the photos to the driver.

"Yes, Miss"

"I'll be on my own for a few days. I want to check something."

"Okay, miss. I'll be in the coffee shop. Drive your car from home?"

"My father didn't burn it after I refused to be part of the family business?"

He smiled, "He's probably still hoping that in a few years you'll change your mind. As far as I know there were no restrictions on your account"

"A couple of years? Hmm, maybe I'll change my mind" you got out of the car and went towards the library.

You've never been in a crowded place, unnecessarily. You felt like someone was looking at you all the time. When you went out and turned the corner, you heard quick steps in your direction. You wondered who might have been chasing you, so you decided to stop and see. But you didn't expect it to be your clients. You barely kept a smile when they fell in front of you. It's been a long time since you've been entertained. You've decided to see what'll happens.

You went into the library and sat down at your favorite place by the big window. You opened the book and started reading, it always calmed you down. It was a little escape to a made-up world. That's why you opened this coffee shop for those who wanted a break from the outside world.

"Excuse me, can I meet with you?" You looked away from the book and turned to the sound source. There was a nice guy in his 20s, standing in front of you, with a bright smile, holding out a drink for you. Apparently your look was too dissatisfied because you were distract from reading. That's why the guy apologized a few times and putting the drink next to you disappeared from view. You looked closely at the drink before you went back to your book. You heard laughter at the next table. Turned your head you saw two students who giggled and whispered, looking in your direction. Apparently today you will not be allowed to read quietly. You took a deep breath trying not to kill these girls mentally. You were too annoyed by the people who were discussing you behind your back, you could have seen us differently before. But as you were reminded recently, you're on the side of the angels. 'Devil pretends an angel' you laughed at the thought. After looking at the hall, you made sure that those you wanted to see were not here. You got up from your seat and went between the book rows to get the book back in place. You turned on your heels and headed for the exit. When you went into the library, you noticed a coffee shop, you decided to wait for your car there. You were hoping there wouldn't be too many people there at that time. When you got to the place, you went inside, and was happy because only a few tables were occupied. You sit on a table by the window from which you can see the parking lot, and you made an order. You feeling the vibration and picked up the phone.

"Your car will be in half an hour"

You smiled that your wait wouldn't last long.

POV Jaebeom

He was reaching the entrance to the library when he saw Jinyoung standing in front of the entrance.

"Well, what went in search?" said Jinyoung, when Jaebeom came closer.

"People already think we live in the library," he laughed. They were walking past the coffee shop when the red clothes in the window caught his attention. He didn't believe his eyes right away. You were wearing a red smock ruffle blouse and short black shorts that were naked on your beautiful legs. He stopped, but Jinyoung continued to walk towards the library. Grabbing Jinyoung by the collar he drew to himself.

"Hey, what are you doing?" said Jinyoung, stepping back.

"I think our plans have changed. Let's go and take some coffee."

"What? What coffee? Aren't we..." Jinyoung didn’t finish when he saw you in the window. "Coffee? Great idea, I really want to drink a coffee"

They went inside and quickly made an order. The hall was half empty, you were sitting on the couch at a table near the window and something looked at on the phone, with not very happy look. But then she smiled broadly, and from your smile a wave of trembling passed through his body. I think it's the first time he's seen your sincere smile. They took their order and went to your table.

"Is it not occupied?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, they sat down on the couch opposite you.

You looked up from the phone and first looked at Jaebeom and then at Jinyoung. "You really are 1+1! But usually people wait for the answer to the question they asked before you take further action." you raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sure it's not occupied here," Jinyoung said.

"Then absolutely loses the meaning of your question, if you were sure that the place is free" you turned your eyes again to your phone.

He just loved what you said. I always left the last word behind me. He laughed.

"I think we started the wrong way," he said with a smile. "Hi. How are you?"

"Great" you answered without even looking at them.

"Isn't it customary to ask in response 'how are you' from the interlocutor" said Jinyoung, taking a sip of coffee

"Even if I'm not really interested?" you asked, finally looking at them.

"Even if you're not interested", Jaebeom smiled.

"How are you?" You fake smiled for a second

"We're great too, thank you for asking," Jinyoung replied, smiling broadly.

"We not introduced each other last time," Jaebeom said.

"Are you talking about the time when you both were lying at my feet" you grinned

"Yes, about that time" replied Jinyoung

"I know yours names"

"You know?" asked Jaebeom

"Yes, I do. 1+1!" You sent a stinging smile to them, and goosebumps ran over his skin. 'What a cute devil' he thought to himself.

Jinyoung laughed loudly, "If you like it, you can call us like that. But for help my name is Jinyoung, and this is my best friend Jaebeom"

"What's your name?" asked Jaebeom

"Why are you trying so hard to meet me?" you asked, taking the phone in your bag and completely switching your attention to them.

"We like you, " calmly replied Jinyoung

"Do you like me? Are you two?"

"Yes. Did you forget, after all, you called us 1 + 1" smiled Jaebeom

"Very interesting couple" you said your thought in loud. You looked intently first at him and then at Jinyoung.

Every time you looked at him with that glance, he seemed to fall in love more and more. "In that case, I have a couple of questions."

"Of course, ask everything you're interested in," Jinyoung replied.

"Are you gay?"

"No" they answered at the same time, and you chuckled. "We like girls. And now we like you," Jaebeom added.

"Are you bisexual?"

"No" they answered and looked at each other

"This time the answer was less confident. Perhaps you yourself do not know the exact answer to it." you said carefully watching their every move. "Have you kissed?" you asked, pointing your finger at them

"No" they answered again together. He heard the vibration of your phone before you took it out of your bag. You picked up the phone, but you didn't produce a word, you just looked out the window and nodded. He looked out the window, too, and saw a guy in a black suit, the same guy they saw in the library hallway.

"Then the last question. Did you want to kiss each other?" your view has changed, now he would have called it piercing through.

"No" they almost responded together, and he was glad that his answer coincided with Jinyoung's response.

You smirked and got out of your seat. So without saying anything, you're gone.

"See you " said Jinyoung to you after

For a few minutes they sat in silence, watching you leave the window. He still felt a tremor in his body from your gaze. Each time your presence caused indescribable emotions. He turned his eyes to Jinyoung and saw all the same emotions on his face as he was experiencing himself.

"I wonder if it's progress?" he said, "She spoke to us, but we still not knew her name."

Jinyoung laughed at his words. "I think it can definitely be called progress"

They had coffee and headed for the exit.

"Sorry" to them spoke the girl behind the bar. "Before going out, the girl you were sitting with asked to pass it on to you" she held out a white envelope and he took it

"Thank you" smiled Jinyoung

He turned the envelope over and saw the inscription in beautiful handwriting:

"Are you sure the answer to the last question is 'no'?"

He opened the envelope and the cold walked through his veins, chaining his whole body in a tight knot when he saw a photograph. It was a screenshot from a surveillance camera. In the pictures, he pressed Jinyoung against a wall in a dark corridor, and their faces were only a few centimetres apart.

"We seem to be in trouble," he said, handing over an envelope with a photo of Jinyoung.

'It's time to stop playing honestly,' he thought. He glanced again at the photograph which jinyoung held with trembling hands, and his face was an unreadable mask.

"Let's go" he put his arms around Jinyoung's shoulders, and headed for the exit. "I think we've been at the club in a long time ago" 

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[wooowon]

for all the times ➳ hwang hyunjin

genre: fluff, angst, high school! au

pairing: hyunjin x reader

description: hyunjin, being the whole visual who is also the classroom's escort, was selected to be a contestant of mr. sopa and sadly, his partner wasn't you.

you just stared at the classroom wall in wonder while your boyfriend of 2 years, hwang hyunjin, the homeroom escort stood at the front, hands behind his back as he chews his bottom lip nervously.

he was chosen to participate in the upcoming event during the school festival tomorrow and he had stood at the front along with yuqi, a chinese exchange student who is excellent in korean, (sometimes, you wonder if she is even chinese) to represent your room and for the teacher to announce why they had to leave the room for they had to practice catwalking outside.

you weren't sad that you were not his partner but you were insecure. there were so many girls who were different from you, pretty and skinny girls who desrved hyunjin. you were just an average girl who had the right curves at the right parts with long straight hair and milky white skin, yet you felt insecure because there's a vast ocean of beautiful girls, afraid that hyunjin would leave you for one of them.

hyunjin no longer payed attention to chewing his bottom lip as he looks around for you, only to find that you're staring at space with your jaw cradled by your hand. he looks confused as he thinks of the many possibilities you could be thinking of, 'is she hungry? or sleepy? or tired?' he just shrugged it off, thinking that you just wanted the day to end so you could play with kkami after class since you've been whining that haven't seen kkami the whole weekend.

after what seemed like 1 a year, both of them finally returned to their seats. hyunjin takes a seat beside you as you still space out, when you hear the metal chair scrape the floor you are immediately out of your trance as you try to avoid hyunjin's stares and glances by pretending to be sleeping.

"i know you're faking it, princess. what were you thinking about that you were startled by the sound of my chair?" he, too lays his head facing you.

"why aren't you outside yet? didn't mr. yoo say you guys had to practice?" you ask rather harshly. you didn't mean it to sound harsh but you were just mad at yourself for being insecure. hyunjin had always caught you crying, heard you say that you weren't worthy of having him as a boyfriend since few people kept on going about why hyunjin even decided to have you instead of other girls. he always told you to not feel that you weren't deserving of him because you do deserve him, so it made you feel bad to just disregard his words.

"oh yeah, i just wanted to check on you. i'll see you at lunch, baby." he leans closer to your figure and kisses your cheek, his lips on your right cheek has you burning because he decided to make your heart palpitate for staying there for a minute while stroking your hair. after a minute, he kisses your forehead and goes away to the door.

2 years and he never fails to make your heart beat fast. throughout your relationship, he never actually got to kiss your lips, there were forehead pecks and cheek kisses but it was only up to there. he was intimate with you rather, backhugging and cuddling were his favorites because he took advantage of your height. he could easily spoon you and you found it cute that yesterday, instead of his arm being around your shoulder for a movie marathon, he wanted you to spoon him so you ended up with his arms around your waist, his head on your shoulder, peppering kisses on your exposed skin through your worn-out grey sweater to which he pulled down.

he was a perfect boyfriend, a fluffy big baby who always took candid photos of you with his camera and someone who'd hold onto you pinky while you guys sneaked out at night to watch the stars, someone who'd stay at night with you, comforting you when lightning strikes as you snuggle closer to his chest, taking a waft of his cologne which smelled heavenly on him, much like his face. he was someone you never thought you'd have which you thought would only occur in your dreams. all of it made you think whether you deserve him or not.

[the next day]

cheers erupted from girls behind as hyunjin walked the runway, wearing a white turtleneck underneath a black jean jacket with light blue denim jeans as his blonde hair was parted. you smiled, thinking that he looked good and could be scouted for a model as he posed at front edge of the stage, looking for you at the crowd and winking at you.

you blushed madly while the girls behind you screamed much louder, "hyunjin winked at me! he winked at me!" she shooked her friend as her friend scoffed, "stop being delusional, he winked at his girlfriend in front of us, he may be handsome but he has no taste for women. he could easily have bae joohyun-sunbaenim or hwang yeji but he chose an ugly duckling. she doesn't deserve him." the girl snorted as she laughed while you felt tears blur your vision as you look down, overhearing their conversation hurt and what hurt even more was that it was true.

[backstage]

hyunjin bows at other contestants as he was the first to finish changing into summer wear, a white shirt underneath a blue polo with white flowers and white shorts with black sandals. his blonde hair parted at the side while he stood where they woukd be going out of, looking for you.

wheb he finally got ahold of your figure, he noticed that you had your head down and you were trembling, your back moving up and down slightly. 'is she crying?' it took him just 5 minutes to find the cause. the girls behind you were holding up their middle finger without you noticing and mocked you by purposely kicking your chair.

this made him furious. what were their rights to even do that to you? he knew about you being insecure and was confused why. he told you that you were his life and as cringy as it sounds, he didn't want to live life without you in it. he had always thought that you looked like a goddess who fell from the heavens, everytime you tucked a stray hair behind your ear he would always find himself staring while his inner self told him that you were a pure goddess. you were so attractive in so many ways, a straight a's student who'd always top the rankings and a girl who loved music, someone who had the most captivating smile and honey-sweet voice. you weren't a replica of a goddess but you were one. one of the perfect people who made him fall head over heels inlove with.

he wondered whether they were degrading you or talked about harsh things about you. it made him want to forfeit from the competition so that he could run to you and hug you tightly, whispering 'you'll be okay' while stroking your hair.

he made his way to the teacher in charge with clenched fists. "can i forfeit? i really need to go to my girlfriend who's crying and i'm worried that she might faint since she has breathing problems because of the enclosed space and loud screams."

"i'm sorry mr. hwang but we can't let you forfeit, that's against the rules since the show has started. if you forfeit you'll have minus points and a 2 day suspension for breaking a major rule and also refusing to represent your class." the teacher said as hyunjin sighed deeply. he didn't want to waste a day of school which makes him see you, his ethereal girlfriend. he uttered a thank you to the teacher and tapped his shoes on the worriedly while biting his nails.

he wanted the show to end quickly so that he'll engulf you in a hug, comforting you.

[after few hours]

when the show ended, you had puffy and red eyes. you wanted nothing else than to run into hyunjin's arms. he had won the title of mr. sopa while you smiled weakly, proud at your boyfriend.

you sat there while trying to calm your breathing. there were only few people left snd the participants, taking pictures with each other or other students. when you stood up and walked to the door, halfway towards the door a hand pulled you and you collided into someone's chest, his hands engulfing your waist. your first instinct was to push the man away but when his cologne took place in your nostrils and wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his chest. your eyes watered for the nth time and started sobbing into hyunjin's chest while hyunjin stroked your hair and whispered comforting things to you, all the while kissing your head.

he pulled away for what seemed like 10 minutes and placed his hands on you cheeks, his thumbs wiping away your tears and kissed your tears away.

"baby, why are you crying?" he asks as you hold his hands that were on your cheeks.

"they- they said that- i- i don't- hicc deserve you- hicc, because i'm- hicc ugly and i am- hicc i don't deserve you- hicc." you sob as you manage to spurt out a sentence.

"princess, you do deserve me. i'm not perfect you know and i just want you to know that i love you so much. don't listen to what they say and just think of what i'd feel if i knew you're hurt. i'd also feel hurt, more hurt than you are." he says as he feels tears sting his eyes, tearing due to the fact that you've been feeling hurt all this time because of harsh words that aren't true at all.

"you could easily have joohyun-sunbaenim or- hicc yeji but- hicc why did you choose me?" you choke out, slightly calming down as hyunjin pulls you closer and keeps his hands on either side of your cheeks.

"i chose you because you're you. i love you because you're not like them, because you're unique and perfect in my eyes. can't you see what i see in you, babygirl? i see perfection in you and i never once regretted that i fell inlove with you. i wish that you'd think what i see of you, princess. i'm hurt because you think so lowly of yourself. that you have such low self-esteem and confidence in yourself. you're perfect, baby. don't ever think that you're even of the same rank as them because you're way much more than that." hyunjin says as his tears flow down, pulling you again in a hug and strokes your hair, calming you down.

he pulls away and once again cradles you face with his hands, "you're so beautiful, babygirl." he says with much affection as he leans closer, staring at your lips.

when you feel his lips touch yours, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. by now, no space is left hanging and you've eliminated all the space between you two. his mouth opens under yours as his left hand wraps around your waist whilst his right gently cups your neck, tilting his head for a comfortable angle. you're addicted to the taste of his lips, intoxicated by the feeling of his lips colliding with yours. you crave more of him and as if he read your mind, he licks your lips, signalling you to open it to which you do, as your tongues fight for dominance. he pulls you even closer as he deepens the kiss, he lightly bites your lip as he pulls away, almost losing self control when he hears you whimper.

breathing heavily, he stares at you with so much love and adoration, "promise me that you'll never say that you don't deserve me or ever think that you're hideous."

feeling euphoria wash over you, you smile at him genuinely, thankful for having him as the love of your life, "i promise."