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EMILY JUNK x READER

YOU’RE MY FLASHLIGHT (PART 5)

A/N: HELLO HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!

Sorry for disappearing again, but I was on vacation! I got to visit Bruxelles and it was amazing!!!

Anyway, I'm here to make up with a new chapter! I hope you'll like it.

PS: I need to ask you guys a question. I've been working on an idea I had about a new Hailee imagine and I'm still working on it. I just noticed I just hit like 13k words (lol) and I'm not finished yet (spoiler: it's gonna be smut *wink*). What I want to ask you guys is, do you prefer reading the whole chapter (it'll have at least 15k words I think), or do you prefer if I split it in two parts? Let me know in the comments!

Without further ado, enjoy!

Sending love ❤️

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Summary: Y/N admits her feelings for Emily to Stacie. The Bellas go to a music retreat.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 4833 words.

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"Hey Y/N, have you seen Beca?" Chloe peeked her head into Y/N’s room when she noticed her door was open and found her on her bed typing away on her laptop with a few books and a notebook strewn all over it.

"No Chlo, we got lunch together, but I hadn’t seen her since then."

"Do you know where she could be? I need to talk to her about our WORLDS setlist." Chloe asked, her face pleading Y/N to tell her her sister’s whereabouts. Y/N knew exactly where Beca was, but she promised her she wouldn’t tell anyone about her job, so even if it physically pained her to lie to the redhead, that now resembled a kicked puppy, she had to.

"I don’t know. She may be in her favorite cafe. She likes their espresso." Okay maybe she need to strengthen up her resolve around the redhead, because it seemed almost impossible to let her down when she pouted at her that way. It is almost as hard as letting Emily down. But let’s not go there, Y/N wasn’t in the mood to self-embarrass herself for every time she caved in with just a glint of Emily’s pout and puppy dog eyes.

"Great! I’ll go there. Oh and Y/N/N-" Chloe opened her mouth to say something more but was interrupted when a muffled sound of feet climbing up the stairs stopped her. "Oh hey Emily." At the mention of the brunette Y/N sat up straight on her bed and instinctively adjusted her appearance, glad that Chloe had her head turned to the side to greet Emily and her vision was blocked by the door frame so she couldn’t notice how desperately she fixed her disheveled self - little did she knew, Chloe totally noticed.

"Hey Cap, how is it going?" The beauty that is Emily Junk appeared a few moments later at Y/N’s room’s doorstep, causing Y/N’s throat to dry up right away at how effortlessly beautiful Emily was, clad in worn, ripped jeans and what Y/N just noticed was one of her Lady Gaga old t-shirts. "Y/N/N!"

"Hey Em."

"I’m good, legacy! I’m in a hurry, I’m going out to go find Beca. She is at the cafe out of campus. Do you guys want something from there?"

"No, I’m good."

"Nope, thank you. I’ll see you later Chlo. Oh and tell my sister that she still needs to hear my new mix."

"Noted, I’ll see you later guys." Chloe waved at them enthusiastically, Y/N eyeing her entrance just until she heard the house’s door close before hurriedly standing up and closing the door. In her focused state she didn’t notice Emily entered her bedroom and neatly closed Y/N’s books and notebook and placed them on her nightstand so she could sit on the mattress, so when she turned around to grab her phone on the bed, she met a curious, confused gaze.

"What’s wrong?"

"I’ll explain it to you in a second, I need to call Beca first." Emily silently nodded and watched Y/N dial Beca’s phone number before sitting beside her on the bed. "Becs! Hey- Yeah, no, I’m fine! Listen, you need to get out of the studio in like 5 seconds. Chloe came here to ask me where you were, again." Emily watched intently the Y/H/C girl talk on the phone with her sister, clearly not hearing what Beca was saying but she could take a wild guess what the short brunette told the Y/H/C girl as Y/N resumed her talk after stopping for a few seconds to let her sister speak, "Yeah! That pout is irresistible! I couldn’t lie to her again, so I told an half lie." Emily’s eyes inadvertently trailed down to follow the gentle nibbling Y/N’s teeth were doing on her bottom lip, snapping out of her gaze when she noticed her mouth started moving again, "you need to go to the coffee shop right out of campus. She is going there." Emily felt bad for Y/N when she heard slight yelling from the other end and watched Y/N grimace guiltily at her sister’s obvious scolding. "I’m sorry. She would’ve asked too many question Becs. Yeah, okay. I’ll talk to you later. Bye sis, love you."

Emily watched as a soft grin lightened the girl’s previous troubled features, guessing Beca told Y/N ‘I love you’ back, before hanging up her phone, "everything okay?"

"Yeah, or I think so." Y/N snorted as she blocked her phone and discarded it on the mattress beside her to regard Emily with a warm smile.

"You told me you would’ve explained what was happening." Emily’s words seemed to darken Y/N’s bright expression with a worried, anxious one, but the hand that she quickly put on Y/N’s one to comfort her seemed to restore her gentle grin.

"Can you keep a secret?" Y/N asked with her eyes locked intently into Emily’s brown ones while her hand turned around to entwine their fingers together instinctively. This small, insignificant gesture sparked shivers throughout their bodies and sent free wild butterflies flying around their stomaches, while small, shy smiles settled on the two girls’ features.

"Yes, you can trust me." Emily nodded resolutely, her eyes locked into Y/N’s Y/E/C magnetic irises to convey how truthful she was being. "I won’t tell anyone. I just want to know because I can clearly see this is troubling you, so I want to help you. And sharing it with just one person, me, it may help you feel a bit better about keeping secrets from the Bellas."

Y/N almost tore up at how thoughtful Emily was being, so she did the first thing that came to mind and hugged the girl tightly, "thank you Em."

"Don’t thank me, I’m here for you, you know that."

"You are one of a kind miss Junk." Y/N spoke up after they pulled away from the embrace, watching a big grin fold over Emily’s lips before bumping their shoulders together instead of doing what the irrational part of her mind was screaming her to do, kissing her cheek. "Anyway, this secret is about Beca."

"Duh, I already figured it out." Emily said matter-of-factly, having witnessed the conversation the two sisters had on the phone, smiling cheekily at the girl sat beside her and pointed with her hand Y/N’s phone on the mattress beside her.

"Okay, Sherlock-" Y/N rolled her eyes good naturedly at Emily’s big, teasing grin, a gesture that pulled an inebriating giggle to leave her lips and that sent her stomach into a spiral of mushy feelings, "she got an internship at a recording label."

"Oh that’s so great!" Emily screeched at the top of her lungs from the great news, only to be shushed by Y/N a second after, "sorry! I’m so happy for her, she is starting to make her dream come true, I hope it will happen for you too, soon." Emily continued in a quieter tone, a genuine, supportive smile etched on her beautiful features as her thumb caressed the back of Y/N’s hand still entwined with hers.

"Thank you Em. You will be the first talent I’ll produce. You will be one hell of a popstar!" Y/N stated with a big, smile of her own, patting herself on her shoulder when a blush tinted Emily’s cheekbones and a shy smile took place over her previous confident ones.

"Anyway, why is she keeping it a secret? It’s awesome!" Emily reasoned when her mind processed the whole confidential deal, shaking her head to focus on their conversation and not on how beautiful Y/N’s eyes were this close.

"Because she didn’t want Chloe and the Bellas to think that she is not 100% focused on WORLDS. When she got the news we just got out of the dean’s office where we were given the only chance to save the Bellas with WORLDS. She didn’t want to add more concerns to Chloe."

"Oh, I get it. I think she could tell Chloe and the Bellas about it now, they won’t be mad. We support each other and she doesn’t have to sneak in and out of our house anymore."

"It’s what I’ve been trying to convince her to do since day one, but she is stubborn." Y/N smiled at her sister’s obstinacy in doing what she thinks is the best without noticing it wasn’t exactly the greatest option she has. "She will come around, eventually." They stayed quiet for a few seconds then, basking in their rarely quiet house, the girls all closed in their rooms to study, before Emily snickered loudly, causing a confused expression to furrow Y/N’s eyebrows, "what?"

"I was thinking about the fact that from all this mess, you managed to arrange them a date at the coffee shop."

Emily’s sentence instantly brightened Y/N’s face, who regarded the brunette with a sly smirk and wiggling eyebrows, "of course I did. My sister is not only stubborn, but also an useless lesbian. She had been pining over Chloe for a year and she had never made a move."

"Well to be fair, neither did Chloe." Emily reasoned, pulling Y/N down so they both could lay down on her comfortable bed.

"I think Chloe is scared of ruining their friendship. Beca dating Jessie was though on her, I can tell."

"Oh so she doesn’t make a move because she thinks Beca is straight." Emily hummed pensively, following with Y/N’s train of thoughts.

"Exactly. But she’s not. In the end, my sister is an idiot."

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"Stacie no, give it back!"

"Relax Y/N/N. I’m not going to sext Emily." Stacie waved Y/N off as she closed the Y/H/C girl’s and Emily’s combo and blocked the girl’s phone so Y/N could focus on what she had to say instead of texting the brunette legacy with a dumb (but totally cute in Stacie’s opinion) grin on her face. "But y’know I could always do that. Just tiny a bit to give you enough courage to finally tell her how you feel."

"I can’t Stace. I don’t want to lose her friendship." Y/N sighed out dejected, taking her phone back from Stacie’s outstretched hand and placing it beside her on the nightstand.

"You totally can. You never know how she feels if you don’t try." Stacie sat on Y/N’s left and wrapped her arm around her shoulders to let her lean her head in the crook of her neck and brushed her hand up and down her bicep in comfort.

"I’m too scared to lose her as a friend." Y/N admitted in a whisper, staring blankly at Stacie’s bed and letting the blonde’s reassuring touch to soothe her insecurities.

"I’m sure you won’t." They let silence linger for a few more seconds before Stacie steered the conversation on a more lighter subject to distract her best friend from her thoughts, "anyway, I took your phone because I wanted to tell you about my day."

"Oh yeah, I’m sure your day was way better than my lazy day off." Y/N lifted her head up from the blonde’s shoulder and met the girl’s eager eyes, urging her on with a nod and a big smile.

"Aubrey is here for a few days before she has to go back to work." Stacie started enthusiastically, Y/N understanding then the girl’s bright mood.

"Oh that’s amazing!" Y/N smiled knowingly at the girl, wiggling suggestively her eyebrows and reveling in the crimson blush splashing over Stacie’s cheeks at the gesture. She found Stacie’s crush for Aubrey extremely cute and adorable since the blonde never acted so shy and nervous around anyone before.

"Stop! I know what you’re doing!" Stacie stated with a warning tone, her eyes rolling good-naturedly at her as she pushed her best friend gently on the shoulder.

"I’m not doing anything!" Y/N replied with a soft tone but the big, smug smirk told the blonde she was far from innocent. "Y’know, I could always sext Aubrey. Just a tiny bit to give enough courage to finally tell her how you feel." Y/N repeated Stacie’s exact words from before, but now she was the one smiling brightly as the blonde blushed hard.

"Shut up."

"Oh Stace, c’mon! I’m so happy for you. I’ve never seen you act so shy around anyone, hell I’ve never seen you blush before!"

"That’s not true." Stacie stubbornly denied as she crossed her arms and pouted adorably.

"Ohw, look at that cute pout." Y/N pinched Stacie’s cheeks despite the girl tried to push her away and awed aloud. "Ok, let’s make a deal. If you admit you like Aubrey more than a friend, I’ll open up more about my feelings for Emily."

Stacie looked up from the floor and met Y/N’s truthful, warm Y/E/C irises, considering the offer a few seconds before making up her mind, "okay."

"Great!" The big grin Y/N sent her way instantly put a similar one on Stacie’s face at the girl’s eagerness, her chest filling up with warmth at her best friend’s thoughtfulness.

"I like Aubrey. Like a lot." Stacie whispered after almost a minute of silence, Y/N not pushing the girl to talk, knowing she would’ve talked on her own terms and when she was completely ready to share her true, deep feelings.

"I knew it! Oh it was so clear! And it’s so fucking cute!" Y/N excitedly stated as she animatedly talked with her hands, her smile getting bigger as she gushed over the two girls.

"I’ve never felt like this before." Stacie admitted, playing with her ring on her middle finger nervously, her eyes trained on the floor as she shyly avoided the girl’s eager eyes.

"But you’ve been in relationships before, right?"

"Yeah, of course. I had a few boyfriends and girlfriends, but I’ve never felt something so deep for anyone of them." Stacie sighed as she thought about her previous relationships and compared her old feelings for her former partners to her current ones for Aubrey. "She is special." The blonde let out dreamily as a dumb, giddy grin appeared on her lips at the mere thought of the former captain of the Bellas.

"Ohw, look at you so adorably mushy thinking about Aubrey." Y/N circled her arm around Stacie’s shoulders and squeezed her into a side hug, "I’ve never seen you act like this. Remember that party when Aubrey tagged along?" Y/N waited for Stacie to nod at her question, which she did a few seconds later when realization hit her after she remembered the party Y/N was talking about, "I’ve never seen you act so shy around someone when you talked with Aubrey and the most shocking thing was seeing you reject anyone that wanted to have sex with you that night, just because Aubrey was there."

Stacie blushed furiously at Y/N’s statement, straying her eyes away again from her best friend’s gaze and focusing on her hand still playing with her ring on her other hand’s middle finger. "I’m actually having less and less casual sex since I’ve admitted to myself I feel something for her."

Stacie whispered so lowly that Y/N almost didn’t catch what she told her, but luckily she did and she gasped in shock and excitement at the blonde’s statement as a big smile settled on her lips, "Stacie my chest is almost ready to explode from this cuteness overload, shit. I’m so so happy for you."

A small smile adorned the girl’s face as she snickered gently and shook her head in amusement, her head moving to the side to look her best friend regarding her with the biggest dopey grin she had ever seen and eyes full of enthusiasm. "You’re a dork."

Y/N stayed quiet for just a few seconds before asking in a soft tone, "did you tell her?"

"Are you out of your mind?! No!" Stacie replied in an instant, her eyes going wide as she stared at Y/N like she just went insane.

"You should, but I’m not pressuring you. Aubrey looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. So don’t be afraid of telling her." Y/N admitted to calm the blonde’s nerves down, conveying how truthful she was being at the still not-so-convinced look Stacie sent her way.

"Anyway, let’s talk about you now." Stacie steered the conversation away from her crush on Aubrey and lifted her eyebrow up in question, before wiggling both of them suggestively with a big, sly smirk on her lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the blonde’s elusive change of subject, but she knew the girl will come around eventually to talk more about her crush on Aubrey, and at the dirty look she was giving her, coercing her to spill her feelings for the adorable Bellas’ legacy, "oh yeah, right." Y/N cleared her throat to get rid of the sudden lump forming there and took a deep, grounding breath to give her the courage to just admit what she realized a few weeks prior and was trying to summon enough bravery to tell to her best friend. "Not too long ago, I- I came to the conclusion, that I- fell in love with Emily."

"What?" Stacie asked, her grin falling off her face replaced by an O shape as shock kicked in, not really expecting Y/N to confess something this big.

"I’m truly, madly, deeply, in love with Emily Junk."

"Holy shit, you got it bad baby Mitchell." Stacie stated still stunned by Y/N’s admission, embracing her harder and kissing the top of her head sweetly, "I know how hard it is, keeping it all to yourself and not telling her."

"We’re two idiots, aren’t we?" Y/N asked rhetorically, smiling bittersweetly at hiding her feelings to not ruin her friendship with the cute brunette if she doesn’t feel the same way, and looking at Stacie who was staring back at her in understanding.

"Talk for yourself Mitchell. I’m great." Stacie flipped her blonde hair over her free shoulder and smiled appreciatively when she heard Y/N giggle at her joke, with a small shake of her head.

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"Guys! Stop arguing! It’s taking us nowhere!" Chloe scolded loudly at the other Bellas bickering after their umpteenth disaster of a show. And it was in a freaking rest home. They almost risked to set the whole rest home on fire after CR’s hair caught fire during their performance.

"Chlo calm down." Beca tried to help the distressed redhead to relax just that tad bit, but she was fidgety and dejected, like they all were, at the fact that they lost their tune and it was affecting their performances as a whole group.

"I can’t! WORLDS will start in a month and we fucking suck!" Chloe slumped down on her seat beside Beca and huffed with her hands crossed under her chest and a big pout on her lips. No one dared to say a word, they just stared at the ground with sad faces as they played absentmindedly with what they had in their hands. "Okay, listen up-" The redhead spoke up after maybe less than 2 minutes, her face now sporting a determined expression and a big encouraging smile as she sat up again, "tough times require drastic measures! Bellas it’s time for a musical retreat!"

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The other girls didn’t understand what Chloe meant until they set foot on the ground and an authoritative voice reached their ears. "I’m so fucking disappointed in you Bellas! Line up."

After getting roasted by Aubrey for 10 minutes straight, the girl decided to implement the usual business program of their retreat campus and fitting music in it. They started by setting a big tent, then warming up their voices and singing a few songs over and over until Aubrey was satisfied, then the blonde forced them to run 50 laps around their small camp, alternating between singing a few more songs and running without a break in between. "Stace please tell your girlfriend to give us a break! I’m in shape and I’m barely keeping up!" Y/N said out of breath when Aubrey gave them only 3 minutes for a water break.

"Yeah, I think I lost my left leg about 5 laps ago." Emily was bent on her knees and taking big gulps of air, her face red and sweat running down her face. Y/N thought she has never looked so beautiful and adorable as she was right now.

"Guys she’s not my girlfriend. And she is in her Aubreyzilla mode, no one can stop her."

"I’m sure your fingers can help her relax a bit." Y/N murmured after taking another sip of water, watching with amusement Emily’s and Stacie’s faces burn with a crimson blush at her cheeky comeback, but Aubrey calling them to sing their last round of songs prevented her to deepen their blushes with more teasing words.

"Okay! Good job girls. Bathrooms are right over there for you all to go take a shower. I will join you guys later for dinner, I need to take care of some paperwork."

After showering, the girls worked together to light a campfire to cook some dinner as they waited for Aubrey to join them, which she did not too long after. Since they were pretty tired from the hell of an evening their former captain put them through, they went to sleep right away, everyone passing out as soon as they entered their shared tent.

Although they were tired, sleeping in one big tent wasn’t the ultimate comfort, too little space to sleep, air too much stuffy and snores that were too irritating to let a few Bellas have a good night of sleep, so when a loud, blaring trumpet blasted outside their tent around 6 a.m., every Bellas member exited it with loud groans of pain and from lack of proper sleep. "Good morning my lazy Bellas. Day 2 of this amazing retreat. 6 days to come. Y’know the drill, 50 laps. Go go go."

As the day progressed and the Bellas went through over Aubrey’s almost impossible tasks, the lack of sleep and the weather too hot to function, Beca got irritated more and more each passing second, causing her to burst in anger not too long after lunch. Her outburst caused her to spill her secret about her internship job and have a fight with Chloe for her lacking of enthusiasm to save their group.

After taking Beca down from the bear trap she fell into when she walked away from her argument with Chloe, the girls had a proper talk over dinner and made up. They felt the air between them shift and they were glad it did, because they felt already so much more connected compared to when they arrived the day prior. They finally sorted out their problems without stuffing everything inside themselves and talk without filters. Fighting and make up was a daily occurrence with a group of friends that everyone in the group considered family, but making up like real adults was the real deal for them.

"Aubrey, I love you, but please tell me you have more tents for us. I love you guys but that big tent, even though is huge, it can’t have 10 girls sleeping there."

Aubrey looked at Y/N with her signature stoic face for a few seconds, causing the Bellas to hold their breaths in hopeful anticipation, before breaking her serious façade with a big grin that made the other girls mirror her with sighs of relief after she spoke up with a light tone, "yeah, I do. That experience takes place for only one night, where it helps people bond on a deeper level and go through the other activities with a more deep and determined group spirit."

Y/N snorted at her words and shook her head, "the only things I bonded with last night were Amy’s farts and Stacie’s knee in my back. So I think you guys should rethink about that aspect of the program." Y/N’s words elicited loud laughs from everyone except from Amy and Stacie, Amy murmuring an ‘it’s a natural thing’ while Stacie pushed on her shoulder with an ‘you’re a jerk’, causing Y/N’s smile to broad widely.

After tidying everything up, Stacie volunteered to help Aubrey bring all their new tents to the girls, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by Emily and Y/N, whose shared suggestive looks and wiggled their eyebrows as the two blondes passed by them.

"Okay girls I have 3 tents for 2 people, 1 for 3 people and 1 for only one person."

"Who wants to give Amy the one for herself so she can fart all she wants?" Stacie asked in a serious tone, giggling out loud right after 8 hands lifted immediately at her question.

"Whatever! More room for me bitches."

"We can take the one for three people." Flo walked over Aubrey to take the tent, then she walked back towards Jessica and Ashley to start setting it, all the while Stacie gave the rest of them their tents. She first walked towards Chloe and Beca, knowing the two would absolutely share a tent to talk more about their previous fight, before she approached Emily and Y/N that were just finishing up setting Amy’s tent, who totally helped with setting her own tent.

"Y/N, Em, is it okay if I-"

"Yes Stace, of course." Emily stopped Stacie’s nervous stuttering with a warm smile, before grabbing the item from the blonde’s hands and hugging it to her chest in an adorable manner that made Y/N almost combust right then and there from too much cuteness.

"Thank you, so so much."

"Try not to be too loud tonight. I’m in serious need of sleep." Y/N cracked a joke and reveled in the blush Stacie sported, a sight Y/N was trying to get used to since it had been happening every single time the former Bellas’ captain was involved in their conversations in the past months.

"Y/N!" Emily slapped Y/N’s shoulder, causing her snickers to increase in volume, as she tried to subdue her embarrassed blush.

When Stacie bid them goodbye and said goodnight to them, Emily started to unpack the tent, leaning down on her knees and figuring out all the pieces, "I’ll be right back Em." Y/N caressed Emily’s right shoulder as she passed by her to approach Stacie who was walking back towards Aubrey, busy with their own tent, and grasped her arm gently in a comfort manner, "on a serious note, how are you feeling about sharing a tent with Aubrey? You okay?"

Stacie smiled at the words of concern her best friend whispered in her ear to not be heard by anyone and shook her head gently in affirmation, "yeah, just a bit nervous. I’m a blushing mess when she is around. What if I make a fool out of myself?"

"Stace, I’ve never seen Aubrey be so soft with anyone. She looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. I’m not pushing you into telling her how you feel, but just relax, okay? If it’s meant to be, it’ll be. Go with the flow, see how she react if you flirt with her. I’m sure she likes you back, Emily thinks so too."

"Thanks, Y/N/N. I needed that. I’ll tell you what happened in the morning."

"Mhmh, you better!" Y/N warned with her forefinger pointed towards Stacie, "and remember, we are sleeping near you guys. So keep quiet." Y/N winked at a once again blushing Stacie, before hugging the girl and walking back to Emily to help her set up their tent.

After everything was ready, the two girls positioned the tent like the others did, with a bit of distance to allow everyone to sleep peacefully without risking to overheat the tents by attaching them to one another and walked in to settle theirselves to sleep. "Ugh this is so much better than last night."

"Oh my god yes! And now we can finally have a proper sleepover!" Y/N stated excitedly, adjusting herself in her sleep bag and watching Emily do the same before making up her mind and trying to be brave for once, "how about we link our sleeping bags together? So we can be more comfortable. And of course if it gets colder tonight we c-can cuddle."

Before Y/N could mentally slap herself for stuttering and for asking a dumb question she thought the brunette was going to say ‘no’ to, Emily grinned brightly at her and got to work to join their sleeping bags before slipping in and immediately cuddling into Y/N, her gesture causing the Y/H/C girl’s stomach to flutter wildly and her cheeks to redden at a quick pace. Y/N was grateful their tent was wrapped around by just a dim light coming from the light pole not too far from their camp, so Emily couldn’t notice her beet red face, but she instantly tightened her arms around Emily’s body and pushed more into hers, "so Em, tell me about your classes."

[itspbandjellytime]

The Assistant [Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader] - Chapter 3

Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.

Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Word count: 1.4k words

[Y/N's POV]

The next day arrived, today is the day I move in with Hailee. I already packed my bags earlier this morning again, I looked at Jackie with a smile on her face and gave her a tight hug "Girl, don't be sad, at least we live in the same state now." I reassured her as she fake cries. Jackie pulls away from her and laughs "I know, I am just being very dramatic and besides, West Hollywood and Malibu is a 40 minute drive. You can visit anytime you want." Jackie told me "Hailee isnt expecting you to show up, that quick right?" Jackie asks me as I reached for the door. I respond with a shrug "Eh, better to be early.", Jackie grabs my wrist all of a sudden which made my eyes widen. "You good?" I ask her with a confused tone, Jackie told me to sit down on the couch with her for a bit.

"Yeah, It's just that I've been hearing something online about Hailee... you know... Keeping a secret from the general public?" Jackie said, as much as I love Jackie, she's my best friend, I will jump off a tall building and sell my organs for that woman... There are times that she relies on random and odd stuff on the internet, especially engaging in blind item pages like Deuxmoi. I furrow my brows, oblivious on what Jackie was telling me "What do you mean? Also what did I tell you interacting with those pages?" I said in a very motherly tone despite the fact that Jackie is two years older than me. 

"Heard it from Deuxmoi before you got here, someone said that Hailee Steinfeld is hiding a secret from the public and only her manager knows about it." Jackie says, and then gasps "Do you think she's pregnant?" 

"GIRL WHAT THE FUCK?!?" I yelled "You've been on Deuxmoi way too much! We both know that site is like the fifth? or lower circle in hell, you know what Tree Paine did when Deuxmoi went after Taylor Swift, right? Also we don't know these people personally!" I said, I let out a sigh and rubbed my temples, going silent for a while. "Look, whatever that is... I won't believe it." I said standing up, putting my hands up with a smile on my face.

Jackie smiles back, understanding what I just told her "Alright, but you know I am just one call away and we can meet up like once or twice a week." Jackie said, standing up again and giving me a hug. I hug Jackie back and nodded "Yeah, just message me if ever." I said, grabbing my bags and finally leaving the apartment.

Forty minutes later, I finally arrived at Hailee's lavish looking house located in Malibu. The house looked amazing from the outside and made me think what's in store inside as well, I parked my car somewhere and grabbed my bags from the trunk. I walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell, waiting for her to open the door. 

Seconds later, she opens the door for me. Hailee is wearing a pair of black yoga pants, a pair of sneakers and a black sports bra that shows off those toned abs of hers that makes me weak on my knees. She looks so hot, my heart starts racing and a lot of thoughts run through my mind seeing her like that. But I still kept my normal posture in tact to be a little bit professional "Hey, you're here! Come on in." Hailee says, inviting me to enter the house. 

I enter the house with my bags and I look around the place in awe, I knew that her house would look this good even though I've never seen the whole thing. "I'm sorry if I look like this, I just finished working out." Hailee says, leading me to her living room "Make yourself comfortable, Y/N." Hailee says again, I nod with a smile on my face and I sat down on her couch. I just stare at her walk to her kitchen as she grabs a bottle of cold water from her freezer, the way I look at her is filled with admiration and adoration. My little moment was broken when all of a sudden I heard two high pitched barks, I look down to see her yorkies Brando and Martini looking at me, their tails wagging in sync. 

"Oh my goodness, are these Brando and Martini?" I say, smiling at the dogs having some second thoughts if I should pet them both, I am a huge dog person but I have a huge fear of dogs biting me. "Yep, in the flesh! Don't worry they don't bite, they're super friendly." Hailee says, heading to the couch to sit next to me. Hailee puts Brando on my lap and he starts to lick my fingers, which caused me to chuckle and gently pet his head "He's starting to like you, are you a dog person?" Hailee asks. I nod in response as I kept petting Brando while Martini is lying down on my shoe "I have a German Shepard in Washington, his name is... Well... It's a ridiculous name." I said, trying to keep up with an actual conversation with Hailee. 

"Well, what's the name of your dog then?" Hailee asks, her hazel eyes looking into mine. I swear, I get lost in those eyes every time.

"His name is... Sir Tenderloin McAvish the Second... We call him Tendy for short." I answered, Hailee starts to burst out laughing once I told her the name of my family's dog. Her laugh is so contagious, it made me laugh as well "I am dead serious, that's his name." I said, pulling my phone out and showing a photo of Tendy to Hailee. "He's a rescue dog, we got him back in 2003. He's like a big baby." I said, showing her a photo of me and carrying Tendy like a baby. Hailee laughs and smiles at the photo of me and my dog, zooming in the photo to see him up close.

"Well you're not wrong Y/N, I treat these two like they're my own children. Oh wait, that reminds me... Come, I'll show you your room." Hailee says, standing up from the couch. I gently put Brando down on the floor again and watch him run around the living room with Martini, I picked my bags up and followed Hailee upstairs. I continued to admire the interior design of Hailee's house, it looks cozy and comfortable. "Alright, we're here." Hailee says, opening the door of my room for me. I entered the room and looked around, I have a comfortable bed and my own bathroom and TV. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her "Thanks, your place is cool. Who's your interior designer?" I asked, Hailee leans against the door frame, crossing her toned arms. "My mom, she's the best." Hailee chuckles and looks at me, "Well I gotta say, your mom is cool. Quick question, have you ever done this before with your past assistants?" I ask, Hailee shook her head in response "Nope, most of my old personal assistants are people older than me cause you know I started this whole acting and music thing at a young age..." Hailee answers, taking a sip of water from her water bottle.

"So I am the first assistant to stay in your place then?" I asks, with a little hint of casualness.

"Yeah, I feel like you're going to be an assistant that will last long." Hailee responds, winking at me with a smirk on her face "Anyway, if you need anything else. Just let me know, this is your home now... Well once you get a place of your own." Hailee says, closing the door of my room.

I flopped down on the bed, lying on my back as I stare at the ceiling, letting out a sigh. Everything is happening all at once, it feels overwhelming but in a very positive manner to say the least. I furrow my brows a bit, looking back as I was looking around the place before heading to my room earlier. 

There was this room at the end of the hallway and it was dark, I didn't ask Hailee about it because it might come off as invasive and I might lose my job. So I just quickly assumed it was a storage room, or a room that has her awards, or a room that has one single box that has her scrapped music or that damn album everyone in the fandom is waiting for. Whatever lies in that room, I'll just ignore it and focus on one thing and one thing only. My job as Hailee's assistant.  

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 14

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, smut eluded to/mentioned, case work, minor but usual CM style violence (kinda?). Also a little reminder that everything that has been happening recently and in the next couple of chapters is all happening pretty fast. Ch 12 they're in Sacramento on Thursday, fly back home Friday for yn to be coerced into the date, followed by emily finding the bug the same night and going to yn's place directly after. This ch picks up Monday morning essentially.

Emily ended up spending the rest of the weekend at your house and honestly, she wasn’t complaining. As every weekend there was a sense of comfort surrounding one another, easily completing tasks both around the house and a couple of errands ran to get ready for the week ahead. The two of you flitting around each other in the kitchen, Emily cooking dinner while you got a handful of meals ready for grab and go lunches or dinners during the week. Teamwork got the dishes done, Emily washing while you dried and put things away into their appropriate places before the two of you finally relaxed on the couch with a movie before bed.

*

The first alarm that went off in the morning was a soft one, the one to give you the extra time, the warning that you probably should get up now, but you’ve still got time to lounge around in bed if you wanted to. And that was exactly what you were going to do today. Emily’s arm was around your waist, you could feel her breath warm on the back of you neck when your phone first went off and your hand snuck out from under the duvet to silence it. She shifted slightly, her lips brushing against your bare shoulder and you let out a happy hum, rolling in her arms to nuzzle into her embrace as her arms tightened around you.

“Morning.” You murmured, your lips dancing across her collarbone and she hummed, her fingers beginning to trail up and down your back.

“Appears it is.” She replied, softly kissing the top of your head before letting out a small groan, “wish we could just stay here all day.”

“There’s at least a little bit of time.” You replied, your lips beginning a trail up her neck, nudging at her nose with yours before capturing her lips in a kiss. Her lips curved against yours, her hand coming to rest on your cheek as she kissed you back, it was only when your tongue slid across the seam of her lips that she pulled away.

“Ah… no…” She dropped back into the pillows with a quiet huff and your brow furrowed as you looked down at her.

“What?” You asked.

“What, what?” She replied.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Stop answering a question with a question.” Your eyes narrowed at her, “you’ve been… off all weekend. You were jumpy as shit during the movie last night and you kept looking over your shoulder at the grocery store like you expected Ghostface to pop up around every corner.”

“Just… a couple weird dreams, flashes of real memories, kinda put me on edge this week.”

“Okay.” You leant forward, kissing her quickly before sitting up “as long as it’s just that. I take it you don’t want to join me in the shower then?”

“Hey.” She grabbed at your hand, tugging gently and you turned back to look at her, “I would love to. But I didn’t bring work stuff with me, I’ve gotta run home to get it and check on Serg, make sure he hasn’t completely destroyed the apartment.”

“Lil bastard.” You said with a tease, slipping from between the sheets, “there’s a spare key on a blue lanyard in the junk drawer, I am not awake enough right now to deal with that many stairs.”

“Thanks.” She shifted close enough to the edge of the bed to pull you back for one more kiss, this one longer then the one before, “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

“Promise I’ll be punctual as ever boss.” A sly grin on your lips, a laugh breaking through Emily’s before you disappeared into the ensuite, leaving her to get dressed.

She swiped her phone from the bedside table, shoving it into the back pocket of her jeans as she made her way down the first flight of stairs. The main level was pretty clean already but she paused to deal with the last couple of dishes neither of you had bothered with the night before and hit brew on the coffee pot so it would be ready for you once you were out of the shower. She heard the water kick in upstairs right as she found the spare key in the junk drawer, after a quick glance around the rooms she headed down the next set of stairs to the entry level. Yawning, she shoved her shoes on, slipping into her jacket as she pulled out her phone to try and remember where the nearest coffee shop was to get her first fix of the day. However the moment she pulled open the front door she nearly jumped back, adrenaline coursing through her and she was well aware that caffeine was likely not going to be needed yet.

“Fuck!”

Lying in the middle of your door mat was a dead cat.

Okay. Dead was a bit of an understatement. It was mutilated. Emily both tried to examine it and not stare at it in the same moment, letting out a low swear. The fur that wasn’t matted with blood was the animal equivalent of being the same colour as your hair, the bandana around it’s neck the same blue as the dress you’d had on the night prior. This wasn’t some empty handed freak you out tactic, this was a direct threat, suddenly a lightning strike went off in her brain and she was instantly transported to that field back in Jacksonville.

“You fucking cunt!” Dewald roared, watching Samantha fall to the ground, blood pooling around her middle while starting to move towards Emily, “how fucking dare you! You’re gonna regret that! I promise you that, bitch!”

“Oh my god…” Wincing, she pinched at the bridge of her nose.

She’d shot and killed not just Dewald’s partner in crime, but his lover too. He’d promised her in that very moment that he was going to get revenge. Somehow he’d gotten into her apartment to plant the bug, the easiest way to find out who she cared about the most, even if it was completely private. He wanted to know exactly how to hurt her the most, what her weak spot was and thanks to the goings on in her apartment, it was safe to say it was pretty obvious now. The cat wasn’t a warning sign for her, he’d been waiting to get you alone but hadn’t figured out where you lived yet considering the two of you were always at Em’s place and now Emily had gone and led him straight fucking to you.

*

You came back from refilling your coffee to find Derek perched on the edge of your desk.

“You need something?” You asked, it had been a pretty menial couple of hours so far, a paperwork day that while you appreciated, you were a little bored.

“What time should I come over tonight?” He asked and your brow furrowed.

“Excuse me?” You laughed.

“Prentiss said you were asking about security systems,” he held up the box in his hand, “she found an extra one she had lying around, asked if I could come install it after work.”

“Oh…” Your eyes drifted from the box up into her office where she was on the phone at her desk and you tried to hold back the smirk, “yeah. Guess I could use one of those. Didn’t realize it came with its own handy man.”

“Oh the handy man ain’t free.” He chuckled, clapping you on the arm, “you’re buyin’ the pizza.”

“Seems fair enough to me.” You replied with a shrug, dropping down into your chair.

For a moment you got lost in conversation with Derek, your laughter pulling Emily’s attention as she hung up the phone, her eyes drifting through the bull pen to you. Before she’d left your place she’d cleaned up the cat, tossing it in a dumpster down the street and done a very bare bones sweep of your house and yard. She knew she only had whatever time you were in the shower so she’d had to make it quick, though considering Dewald had only known your address for forty eight hours he wouldn’t have had much time so far. At the very least it looked like you’d accepted Derek’s offer and you’d be a little more secure come that night. Her phone rang again and with a huff and a roll of her eyes, she picked it up.

*

“Hey!” Your voice rung through Emily’s office louder than intended and she jumped in her seat.

“Jesus!”

“Still that on edge hey?” You asked, half lingering in the doorway. Emily let out a breath, trying to calm her racing heartrate.

“Just didn’t see you coming.” She replied, smoothing back a piece of hair, “what’s up?”

“I’ve got a lead.”

“It’s a paperwork day.” She replied, her brow furrowing though she could tell by the glittering in your eye exactly what case you were talking about as you moved into her office, perching against one of the chair arms.

“Employee at an animal shelter called the tip line, Dewald was in there looking at cats over the weekend.” Of course he was. Emily let out a soft sigh, withholding from running a hand over her face, “can I go?”

“Go where?” She asked, looking up to you with a confused expression on her face.

“Follow up at the shelter…” You nearly laughed and this time she let out a sigh, glancing between the paperwork and the bull pen.

“No.”

“Em…” you practically whined and she cast you a look that made you shut up pretty quickly.

“Are you really gonna get anything even useful out of a tip like that? Are they sure it was him?”

“I can check their cameras?” You offered with a shrug and she nearly smirked.

“You know it’s below your pay grade…”

“But it’s the case…” This time you did whine and Emily let out a small breath.

“I need you here.” She finally resolved, “I’ve got a witnesses coming in for that abduction case who need statements taken and a vic who needs a cognitive.”

“Please?” You pouted and she chuckled.

“I gave you an assignment agent, get it done and then we’ll talk.”

“Fine.” You let out a dramatic sigh and finally left the office.

The last thing she wanted right now was you going after Dewald, it was becoming more and more apparent to her that he must’ve been stalking the two of you for months now. If he caught on that you were onto him there was a high chance he would escalate, and quickly.

Hours later and she had gotten trapped in conference call after conference call, one that thanks to time zones even cut through her lunch break. For privacy’s sake she had shut her office door, both to not have any chaos of the office heard through the call and to help her focus, if the door was shut, she didn’t have a direct eyeline on your desk. She was beyond frustrated and annoyed by the time she finally stepped out of her office, hoping that everything she had delegated to the team was done or mostly done by now, the last thing she needed was another lecture from the deputy director. Her first move was to grab lunch from the break room, a fresh cup of coffee to help rejuvenate her for the rest of the afternoon. Back at her desk she glanced up, her head tilting when you weren’t in her eyeline and instead Derek was perched on your desk, laughing at something Reid was telling him. She waited a couple of minutes to see if you’d disappeared for a quick break, the cognitive she’d assigned to you had been for earlier in the day, if anything you should’ve been wrapping up paperwork by now. Eventually, she let out a little sigh, pushing her chair back and heading into the bullpen.

“Where’s Wilson?” She asked, Morgan glancing up at her as he quickly shifted on the desk, attempting to cover up a case file on your desk.

“Said she had something to take care of.” He shrugged, “figured it was personal.”

“Is that so?” She raised a brow and he simply shrugged again, “I gave her assignments…she should have checked in before leaving.”

“Looked like she was in a rush.” He replied, turning to the side to swipe a couple of smaller folders off the side of your desk, “I took care of the cognitive,” he handed one over to her, “and your witness statements are in there.” He handed her the second one.

“And the file you’re practically sitting on?”

“Dunno.”

“Nice try. Hand it over.” Before Derek could even fully stand up she’d already managed to swipe it off the desk, letting out an annoyed sigh as she flipped through it. Spencer gulped, quickly sneaking off from his desk and Derek huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. The folder was a very large and very extensive collection of the Dewald case dating all the way back to when you had handled the case in Jacksonville before starting with the BAU. Emily raised a brow in Derek’s direction, an unimpressed expression on her face. “Tell her I’ll be waiting for her in my office when she gets back.”

“Yes ma’am.” Keeping the handful of files, she turned from the desk cluster, not missing the way Derek’s hand dropped to his hip.

“And Morgan?”

“Yeah?” He stalled his movements, looking back up at her as she glanced over his shoulder.

“You better not be reaching for your phone to give her a heads up. Let her finish whatever personal business she had to take care of. God I’m starting to understand why Hotch said this job was an over glorified babysitter.”

It wasn’t that she was particularly mad, you had technically covered all of your bases, made sure any other work that was on your plate was done before taking off. But she was still annoyed, and none of it was helping the fact that she was in a mood already. She just wanted to get through the day without another lecture or a higher up finding out one of her agents was on the brink of going rogue.

*

“Hey,” you greeted, gently knocking on the doorframe of Emily’s office, “you wanted to see me?” You raised a hesitant brow in her direction, you knew what this was likely about already, ready to accept the incoming lecture.

“Yeah.” She replied from behind her desk, flipping a case file closed, “c’mon in.”

“Wrap up on the Thompson case.” You replied, dropping a file into her inbox, “and expense report from Sacramento. Morgan covered the cognitive and witness statements for me today.”

“I’m aware.” She glanced up to you and you winced, “I specifically gave you an assignment today and you handed it off to someone else to go galivanting after a different one.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, genuinely, “it won’t happen again.”

“I know it won’t.” A tiny smile briefly flashed across her lips and you felt some sense of relief wave through you, “and I’ll need whatever findings you have from today.”

“Yeah, the file isn’t on my desk, do you know if Morgan has it?”

“I have it.”

“Okay?” You half shrugged, stepping toward her desk as if to accept the folder.

“You’re not getting it back. You’re off the case.”

“Oh you can’t be serious.” You laughed, “I’ve been lead on that case for five years. Em, c’mon…” Your voice softened at the end, as if you were trying to remind her that you were so close to finishing this, but by the frown on her face you knew she wasn’t about to back down.

“Agent Wilson.”

Her voice hardened and a chill sunk through your entire body, watching the way her eyes darted from you to the doorway lightning fast. Your brow furrowed before quickly glancing over your shoulder to see both Rossi and the deputy director lingering in the doorway and relief washed over you. While she likely wouldn’t let you back on the case officially, this was for show and that was something you could play into.

“Don’t push your luck. You’ve been slipping, taking case files home, focussing on Dewald over the open cases we have, it’s getting reckless, nearly obsessive, you need to watch yourself. You are off this case and if I so much as suspect you going rogue and continuing to work it you will no longer be a part of this team. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.” You nodded meekly, glancing down, “I’m sorry. Really. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Your future with the BAU depends on it.” She enforced and you let out a tiny sigh, nodding once again, “you’re dismissed for the day.”

“What?” Your brow furrowed once again as you glanced back up to her, “but—”

“Your assignments for the day are done, Agent Morgan made sure of that. You clearly don’t want to be here today, so go, home.”

“Yes ma’am.” With a tight smile you nodded before turning from her, briefly nodding and greeting the men at the door who slipped through it when you passed, shutting it behind them and you let out a small groan.

You took a little bit of time gathering your things, setting up a time for Derek to come over to install the security system later in the week and thanking him for covering for you today. He said it wasn’t a worry and that he’d do it again in a heartbeat, hoping that Prentiss hadn’t been too hard on you for it. There was a pit stop to Penelope’s office on the way out, asking if she wanted to grab coffee together before work tomorrow and a little bit of girl talk catch up before you finally left the building.

You hadn’t expected your day to end with a lecture or getting kicked off a case you had been invested in for far too long, one that perhaps was getting a little too personal for you. The worst part of it was that you knew you were in the wrong, you had gone completely against her orders and roped Derek into it as well, if you’d just done as she had asked, done your tasks and then gone to talk to her after maybe none of this would’ve happened. You let out a frustrated groan, slamming your hand into the steering wheel, you’d been acting on instinct, a gut feeling, you just knew Dewald was closer than everyone thought and the sooner you followed leads and found him, the better. You knew that both professionally and personally Emily had done what she had to, but it still sat the wrong way with you, you were still annoyed with the entire thing, and a little bummed out about it. You supposed this was one of those downfall moments to being involved with coworkers, especially if one of you was superior to the other. Today that blurry line was very blurry, you’d straight up hoped that your personal relationship with Emily would get you back onto the case and then the director had to have shown up, you were kicking yourself for not closing the office door when she’d called you in.

No matter what happened in the next couple of days, you were still pissed right now, and that meant you were in no mood to cook when you got home, and you wanted a nice glass of wine. You stopped at your favourite restaurant on the way, your annoyance growing when they said it would be a thirty minute wait for your food, but you were invested already, taking a seat in the lobby until it was done. A nice bottle of wine later and you were finally pulling up into your driveway looking forward to an evening alone to relax.

As you approached the front door, you felt the annoyance start to melt away, a small smile creeping its way onto your cheeks as you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. Emily was already ahead of her game, a bouquet of flowers wrapped in brown paper sitting on your doormat waiting for when you got home.

It appeared that within the realm of Vegas, apologies, or at least the starting of them, came very quickly and you could certainly get used to that.

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[annakendrick47author]

BECHLOE WEEK IS HERE (yes, this is day 1 because I was late)

So I decided to split the story into chapters because I'm too excited for you guys to read it!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archie Warnings Apply Relationships: Beca Mitchell/Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell & Chloe Beale Characters: Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell, Aubrey Posen, Stacie Conrad, Fat Amy (Pitch Perfect), Emily Junk, Flo Fuentes, Jessica Smith (Pitch Perfect), Ashley Jones, Lilly Onakuramara, Cynthia-Rose Adams Additional Tags: Reunions, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Bechloe Week 2023, Bechloe Week, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Eventual Fluff, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Las Vegas, Drunken Confessions, Drunk Sex, Shameless Smut, Lesbian Sex, Coming Out Series: Part 1 of Bechloe Week 2023

Summary: 5 years after the USO tour, the Bellas get an invitation for a Reunion in Las Vegas

Bechloe Week 2023 - Day 1, Reunion

[melis-writes]

Eyes like Stars [Bobby Axel x Reader Multi-chapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 17 - Change.

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18+ explicit smut, multi-chapter read.

"Maybe you’d have a criminal record that mirrors that junkie boyfriend of yours… Bobby Axel." / “Needle Park is my home, Emily.”

Unaware that Hotch has been keeping tabs on both you and Bobby now that Bobby is Santo's favored dealer, you feel as if your paranoia is beginning to suffocate you in Needle Park–urging you to run away. No longer feeling like home and endlessly worrying for Bobby dealing on the streets, making more money than he knows what to do with and the chances of both of you getting caught using and carrying, you're desperate to escape your current lifestyle. Feeling watched and judged at the job you hate, you crave change and refuse to watch Bobby's future become ensnared in addiction and crime again.

[WARNINGS]:  Alcohol use / Cocaine usage and high / Themes and mentions of drug dealing and addiction.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: How I missed Emily and Bobby's story!! 🥺 Back again with them in Needle Park through all the ups and downs. There's a desire for healthy change and to get away from it all... You can truly tell in this chapter how much Emily cares for Bobby as well as how she doesn't want to fall into another downward spiral, putting everything they have at risk. 💔

Bobby’s release from prison marks the end of his and Helen’s relationship and you find yourself spending more time with Bobby and taking care of him after everything he’s been through. Working and living in Manhattan as a college drop-out, you distance yourself from Helen who Bobby and you take solace with one another in hopes to get out of the toxic lifestyle of drug use—promising each other to start a new life with one another and get clean. Falling in love with Bobby, you experience a mutual, passionate and loving relationship with its own highs and lows that promises to bloom into something more serious but also can threaten to collapse. As Bobby’s new girlfriend, your relationship hangs on a thread with old skeletons coming back into Bobby’s life, relapses, and a new panic on the horizon that threatens to undo it all.

You let out a glum sigh, seeing the reflection of your alarm clock reading 11:00 PM in the mirror as you run a comb through your hair—preparing to head to work for the night shift.

You feel you should be used to it by now knowing usually once a month there’s one graveyard shift in which employees are randomly picked to handle international clients to work with them due to the time zone.

Instead, you get to handle the paperwork and planning for calls, and it’s not something you get to negotiate either.

Your shift starts at midnight and ends at seven in the morning and all you’ve been able to do to prepare for it is get eat dinner and nap alongside Bobby since 5 PM. 

From as early as he can remember, Bobby spent his morning doing his “rounds” around Needle Park—dealing for Santo.

Another inconspicuous package passed here and there from one alleyway to the next, Bobby snuck around every building he could to remain unseen just to get from one apartment to another carefully, meeting wary addicts desperate to buy off their next fix.

In less than ten minutes of dealing, Bobby already cashed in five hundred dollars just from the severe demand alone, so it meant his day wasn’t close to being done if he could triple that with more junk from Santo’s side.

Heavy demand for heroin on the streets means two things, different to both the unaddicted dealer and the addict. 

For the addict, it’s just a symptom of a panic that may be settling in but for a dealer, it’s just the boost they need for their own business.

Although Bobby has enough reason to worry with you alone about the supply and demand of heroin on the streets now, he could care less—brushing the thought off in his mind.

If Bobby wasn’t dealing for Santo, things would get from bad to worse for the both of you just from how much heroin you two use, but Santo’s not only guaranteed Bobby a hefty cut from his dealings. 

Santo’s also guaranteed a fix for you and him to keep you both steady and feel high, securing the belief to himself that neither you nor Bobby would try to rip Santo off or steal from his earnings to get a fix.

Just like anyone at the top making junk move around ports and streets, Santo knows a junkie can’t ever truly be honest so a junkie can’t ever be fully trusted.

You on the other hand however are tongue-tied when it comes to Bobby dealing. 

Part of you wants to beg and urge him to stop but the other half of you feels too numb to react or do anything. 

All Bobby tells you is that he’s “going out” before giving you the most reassuring kiss he can. You’ll watch him shrug on his bomber jacket and head out the door with a spring in his stride like he wasn’t just going out to deal over a thousand dollars worth of heroin.

But Bobby doesn’t have time to fuck around, nor can he just “stop” dealing for a drug lord with as much power and influence as Santo does. It could mean Bobby’s own death, but you have your own selfish reasons too.

Just after Bobby left earlier this morning, your eyes landed on the little bag of heroin left on the coffee table, reminding you again that you need to use it too—even if you’re not quite at full-blown addiction just yet. 

Using just enough to keep your head straight, you spent the rest of your day sleeping as much as you could to get enough rest for tonight’s shift.

You awoke just as you set your alarm for 10:30 PM to get ready, assuming Bobby would also be home at that time.

Curled up to your side, you felt Bobby’s presence towards the evening once Bobby returned home—of course after making sure nobody followed him back.

Bobby came back home after stopping by the convenience store nearby, picking up some toiletries and things for the house and a few bottles of liquor to relax and celebrate his extra earnings for today.

Impressed with the speed of Bobby’s dealing and the secretive manner they were done in, Santo gave Bobby a $250 bonus—seeing his favorite dealer hadn’t failed, disappointed, or cheated him today.

After fixing himself a glass of cranberry juice and vodka quietly, Bobby couldn’t say he was too thrilled about the idea of you having a night shift. 

After all, Bobby’s used to having you all to himself at this hour, preferring to hold you in his arms, enjoy a cigarette, watch television, and make conversation before bed instead of you watching you leave for work all night.

Bobby set down the rest of the groceries on the dining table before he peeked into the bedroom, clutching his drink to see you cozy and cuddled up in the duvet—sleeping soundly.

A smile formed over Bobby’s lips at the sight of you before he made his way back into the kitchen to fix a drink for you as well.

When Bobby went into the bedroom with the drinks, he kept all of his movements as quiet as possible so as not to wake you.

Bobby propped up his pillow against the headboard, getting comfortable in bed next to you with the drinks on the nightstand next to him.

Bobby admired you in your sleep, watching you sleep as he gently stroked your hair. 

There was no reason for Bobby not to be in the mood he was in; he made a shit ton of money, didn’t get in any shit, got his fix straight, and was at home now with you—his girl. Bobby could truly want nothing more. 

Feeling Bobby’s slender fingers softly playing with your hair, you began to stir in your sleep.

The hazy feeling of the sleepiness still over you coupled with Bobby’s loving touch felt euphoric to you all at once and caused you to squeeze your eyes shut to revel in the soft affection for a few more minutes.

“Hey, baby. Awake at last, huh?” Bobby spoke to you in a gentle tone, sipping his drink.

“Mmmmm…” You groaned quietly and blinked your eyes open. “Don’t want to be. Don’t want to go…” Your eyes spotted the drink in Bobby’s hand. “Hmm, celebrating me leaving already?”

“Don’t say that,” Bobby chuckled quietly, handing you your drink from the nightstand. “More like I’m celebrating another five hundred bucks in our pockets, baby. Today was beyond fuckin’ amazing. How could I not drink to that?” 

Licking over your lips, you took the drink from Bobby and slowly sat up in bed; your breasts threatened to spill free from your loose nightgown. “Vodka and cranberry juice? Bobby the bartender,” you joke playfully at him. “What a combo.”

“Best dealer in town with the best shit in town.” Bobby boasted with a grin, pointing at his chest. “Cheers, baby. We’re livin’ good, real good.” Bobby clinks his glass with yours before you take a sip.

The taste of the vodka’s bitterness on your tongue was quick to wake you fully, snapping you back to reality. “Mm, that is good. Honestly, now you’re just making me wish I was just here instead.”

“Hate that graveyard shift bullshit, huh?” Bobby rolled his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t even think they pay you enough to deal with shit at that damn hour.” 

“Tell me about it.” You mumbled to yourself, rubbing your eyes. “Just gonna spend the next half hour hating myself while I get ready, but first—” You took a gulp of your drink, leaning over to steal a kiss from Bobby’s lips. “I needed a drink like that to wake myself up.”

“Was that a goodbye kiss?” Bobby licked over his lips, taking your cup from you as you get out of bed.

“Had to be, for now, baby.” You blushed, beginning to slip your nightgown off. “I gotta make sure I’m not even a minute late tonight otherwise I’m really gonna hear it from Sykes. Everyone’s pissed off they have to work at this hour anyway.”

“Oh yeah? I don’t blame ‘em. I’ll miss you anyway.” Bobby placed his hand over the empty side of your bed. “I’m too used to having my girl sleeping next to me at this hour.”

“You and me both, baby.” You pouted, grabbing out anything that speaks ‘business casual’ to you from the closet. “Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll even get to take a nap.”

Bobby’s eyes were quick to dart up and down your half-naked body, admiring the way your lace panties cling to your ass cheeks and unable to get enough of the sight of your breasts pushed up against your bra.

“You know baby if you need anything just call me, okay?” Concern began to grow in Bobby’s tone of voice—especially remembering that there’s nothing out on the streets at this hour except creeps and pieces of shit. “It’s a fuckin’ slum out there at this time. I don’t want anyone bothering you.”

“Trust me, baby, I look for any excuse to call you.” The blush on your cheeks only doubled. “But…” You turned around to face Bobby, buttoning up your dress shirt. “I also care about you getting a good night’s sleep instead of worrying about me. I worry about you when you go out too—morning or night.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Bobby shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t get me wrong, baby. I appreciate it, but I know the streets like the back of my hand. They bend to me anytime, anywhere. But don’t hesitate,” he pointed at you, “I don’t care if it’s a call at the ass crack of dawn. I’m coming to get my girl.”

“Can’t argue with that now, can I?” You giggled to yourself, nodding at him. “Don’t miss me too much, then.”

“Give me another kiss and I’ll think about it,” Bobby smirked at you.

You crawled back over the bed with just a half-buttoned-up dress shirt over you to kiss Bobby who cupped both of your cheeks, unable to stop smiling throughout the kiss.

“Just want you to come back home to me as soon as you can, safe and sound,” Bobby spoke gently against your lips, tasting vodka and cranberry juice from the wet kiss. “I’ll always miss you.”

~

Arriving at work at 11:45 PM, you’d normally spend the remaining time setting your purse at your desk and hanging up your coat—maybe grabbing a cup of coffee to prepare for the night and greet your coworkers before you clock in.

As soon as you enter the office, you practically sense the tension through the walls and immediately can tell something’s off.

You move cautiously towards Sykes’ office, hearing soft chatter coming from unfamiliar voices but it’s normally not so quiet from the rest of your coworkers.

The first thing you notice out of place is the office’s security guard outright ignoring you, standing at the very end of the hallway as you continue walking down.

Your eyes dart around the office space before you get to your desk, carefully setting your things down as you normally would. 

Looking up across from your desk, you can see the door to Sykes’ office is closed; usually completely accessible for you to clock in ever since Sykes personally insisted it, just to inconvenience you further at work.

You sigh quietly to yourself, building up the patience and will to go into Sykes’ office and clock in early.

As soon as you push open his office door, you expect Sykes to be at his desk per usual and you find him just so with his feet propped up on the table, but his attention is not over you.

Instead, Sykes is attentive and concerned with the conversation going on next to him involving three police officers—one of them being a blonde man who appears awfully familiar to you.

“He’s a fuckin’ narco, Hotch.” You remember Bobby’s words as Hotch turns around to face you—noticing your presence first.

“Hi, Emily.” Hotch gazes at you expectantly as if you’ve just approached him at the perfect time. “You remember me, don’t you?”

You remain silent, staring back at Hotch. The expression on your face appears confused, somewhat stunned, and still carrying the exhaustion of the day, a normal response to being approached by a police officer so suddenly, or at least Sykes seems to think so as his eyes land on you as well.

You don’t appear the least bit unnerved, paranoid, anxious, or suspicious to Hotch but fear quietly ruminates inside of you.

Your anxiety lies to you, tugging nausea in your gut and telling you that Sykes must have ratted you out and is playing innocent himself—why else would the police be at your workplace when Sykes can blackmail you whenever he wants?

Hotch takes a step towards you, noting your silence towards him. “Let’s head down to the police station together. I have a few questions to ask you if you didn’t assume so already and—” Hotch makes brief eye contact with Sykes. “I’m sure you’d like to get out of a graveyard shift for tonight. It’s a win-win for everyone and your boss here has agreed to compensate you for your whole shift.” Hotch’s attention diverts back to you. “So, what do you say?”

‘It’s not like I have a choice,’ you think to yourself, nodding at Hotch but as he gets closer and closer to you, you fear and worry more for Bobby than you do for a sliver of yourself. 

It’s always been about Bobby.

Turning back around to walk out of Sykes’ office with Hotch, you feel the entire weight of the world crashing over your shoulders. 

With each step you take, your knees threaten to give in to the anxiety swelling inside of you, walking the same way you would as if you were trying to run away from a monster in a nightmare.

You only stop by your desk for a split second to grab your jacket and sling your purse back over your shoulder before you continue walking with Sykes out of the office.

Hotch walks next to you rather than behind you, wanting to appear as friendly and casual to you as possible.

‘What the hell are you gonna do? Run away from a cop? You don’t have a choice,’ but all you can do is question yourself if you’re doing the right thing cooperating with Hotch right now.

Neither of you glance in the other’s direction or speak a word to one other again until you’re both out of the building and back out onto the street.

“We’re not really going anywhere, Emily.” Hotch grabs the keys to his car out of his pocket, unlocking the back door of the police car. “I don’t think we need to take it that far if you’re willing to answer my questions.”

You can already expect the conversation to be about Bobby, but you continue to play it clueless. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’ll explain in a minute.” Buying your innocent behavior, Hotch pulls open the car door. “Sit down, please.”

Doing as he says, you get into the back of the cop car as Hotch sits next to you and closes the door.

You continue to remain calm, much more relaxed knowing now you won’t actually be taken to the police station even if it’s just to “ask questions”. You know it’s always going to be 

more than that. 

“Listen,” Hotch gets comfortable in his seat, facing you. “I’ll make this simple. I always know more than you do and I know the truth. I know the answer before I even ask you the question, so all you need to do is repeat the truth to me. I need you to trust me,” Hotch speaks in a monotone voice, looking you in the eye. “You live in Needle Park. The best thing you can do is gain the trust of a cop. You understand me, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you reply back quietly. “I get it, but I don’t know what you want from me. That’s why I’m confused.”

“What I don’t want is for you to get into any trouble, Emily.” Hotch reaches into the pocket of his trenchcoat, pulling out a small notebook and pencil. “I know who you are,” he flips open the notebook. “You’re a smart, young woman with a respectable job and a clean good reputation. The same goes for your folks. I’m not going to hold anything against you because you’re not in trouble, but the people you befriend…” Hotch lowers his notepad, keeping his eyes on yours. “Are thieves, junkies, dealers, tricks, and criminals with a record longer than any book you’ve ever read in your life. That’s why I’m interested in you. You’re the complete opposite of these people. You’re better than these people.”

“No, I’m not.” You speak out, sternly. “They’re my friends. They’re people too, criminal records or not. I’m not better than anyone. I’m not above anyone.”

“You are in my book.” Hotch sighs deeply, “and that’s not something we’re going to argue about today. That’s not why we’re talking. Your friends’ criminal records may not concern you, yes, because you clearly aren’t impacted by peer pressure.”

You keep your expression still but feel the tips of your ears and the back of your neck prickle up in embarrassment and shock.

Hotch has no knowledge of your drug usage in college and dropping out as a result of slacking, not showing up to class, and your parents discovering your addiction, doesn’t he? You very much have given in to peer pressure each and every time.

If Hotch can only use the “good” he knows about you, then this questioning can easily play out in your favor.

“If you were, you’d be in prison now, right?” Hotch raises a brow at you. “Or waiting for your day of justice in a cell, maybe no bail. Maybe you’d have a criminal record that mirrors that junkie boyfriend of yours… Bobby Axel.” 

Silence follows after Hotch’s words as you refuse to react and respond to his words about Bobby.

“I don’t mean to hit a nerve,” Hotch continues. “As I said, I’m not here to argue or belittle you, but I’ll be the judge here. When did you meet Bobby? I just want to know.”

Although you don’t have much of a choice in answering Hotch or not, you don’t need to go into depth or give him lengthy explanations either. “I met him a few years ago when I first moved down here.”

“Were you two always close?” Hotch asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “We were just casual friends.”

“So what changed then?” Hotch flips to a new page in his notebook. “Clearly the two of you are something else now.”

“Whose asking?” You begin to grow annoyed, seeing no need to explain every inch of your love life to Hotch. 

“Me.” Hotch is unphased by the irritation growing in your voice. 

“Do you follow me around or something?” You purposefully make yourself sound offended.

“No,” Hotch answers plainly. “I happen to see you two around Needle Park all the time and I’m sure you can guess that’s where I make a vast majority of my arrests and investigations. When I’m on patrol outside, I’m not far from where you and your friends are, Emily. I don’t make it a habit to follow you, but I see and notice everything because it’s my job. Now, could you please answer the question?”

“Yeah,” You mumble, not the least bit pleased by Hotch’s response. “Once he got out of jail, we started seeing each other more often, I guess. I don’t know what else to tell you. That’s how it usually goes.”

“How long have you two been dating now?”

“Almost four months now.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Emily,” Hotch sets his notepad down on his lap, appearing utterly disappointed in you. “You are aware that Bobby has a criminal record as lengthy as a phonebook?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re also aware Bobby’s been in jail eight times?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You know he’s committed theft,” Hotch lists casually, having memorized all of Bobby’s convictions, “Assault, battery, conspiracy to smuggle controlled substances, possession of illicit narcotics, dealing narcotics, and prostitution ten times over?” 

‘Prostitution?’ “Yes,” you swallow hard, having no knowledge about any prostitution charges on Bobby.

“Alright, just making sure that you’re aware Bobby’s a drug addict and a drug dealer.” Hotch points out.

“You’re wrong about one thing, then.” You’re quick to correct him. 

“I beg your pardon?”

“Bobby doesn’t deal drugs.” You lie flatly.

“Really?” Hotch chuckles to himself, “do you hear yourself, Emily? You expect me to believe his girlfriend’s words? Do you have any idea how many of Bobby’s girlfriends have told me this time and time again?”

“No, and that’s irrelevant now, isn’t it? If you don’t believe me because I’m Bobby’s girlfriend, then why are we talking? Why did you take me out of work and why am I here?” You press on, seeing Hotch is unable to immediately form a reply. “Think about it. Bobby doesn’t deal because he doesn’t have to. He lives with me. I pay for all of his expenses and I can prove it to you.”

“I know you can, but you know what’ll happen if I find out you’re lying to me, right?” Hotch raises his brows at you.

“I’m not lying to you.” You lie again.  

“Then have you ever used drugs yourself of any kind?” Hotch spins the conversation to your personal life.

“I smoked weed in college.” It’s not an entire lie, but there’s no need to confess to a cop you did cocaine and heroin on the side too.

“So if I have you roll up your sleeves for me, I won’t see any needle prints over your veins, will I?” Hotch glances down at your arms.

“No,” lying again, you regret it this time knowing Hotch could prove it wrong in two seconds by asking you to roll up your sleeves.

Hotch eyes your clothing before giving out a sigh of defeat. “Fair enough then. Just know you will be under my radar if Bobby deals or is caught nodding off. Just keep in mind that junkies like Bobby always snitch.”

“Don’t call him a junkie.” Your throat begins to tighten from emotion. “Bobby’s getting clean and better now. He’s with me and I’m taking care of him.”

“You’re wasting your time.” Hotch looks at you with pity. “I want to believe you, but Bobby doesn’t have the capacity to change. Many of his girlfriends cried in this car telling me he’d change and stop after doing it one more time, just one more time, one last time. Sorry if I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to.” You frown back, “you’ll believe it when you see it. You deal with junkies and dealers all the time, the lowest on the ladder or the ones up top. You know, there’s a reason why cops like you assigned to places like Needle Park make no real impact. You don’t have any empathy. You can lock them up as many times as you want, but you’re not addressing the root of the issue, are you? And if you think it’s the addiction, you’re much more clueless than I thought. Now if that’s everything, I’d like to go back home.”

Hotch blinks at you, giving a small nod. “Right.”

“Thanks.” Holding back a snarky attitude, you pull open the car door and step out of the cop car, moving back to the sidewalk. 

Hotch watches your every move as you adjust your purse strap over your shoulder, already beginning to make your way back home with a hell of an excuse. 

The last thing Hotch notes down in his notebook as you’ve walked out of his line of sight is “UNCOOPERATIVE”. 

~

Only ten minutes after you’ve left for work, Bobby relaxes while finishing his drink in front of the television until he feels tired enough to head to bed.

Munching on a bowl of potato chips next to him, Bobby makes the best out of his evening while watching a classic, noir film that came on one of the channels.

Distracted by the film and his snack, Bobby thinks for a moment you left your keys behind or rushed back to grab something when he hears a knock on the door.

Bobby blinks, turning his head around to face the door—seeing a shadow from the bottom of the door.

The stranger knocks on the door again, but just like the first time, there’s no voice or words accompanying it, confirming to Bobby that it isn’t you.

Setting his drink down and getting up quietly, Bobby moves towards the door without making a sound and avoids directly standing near the door so his shadow inside won’t be seen.

Bobby first ensures the door is completely locked on his side before he leans over to look through the peek hole and see who it is.

Any sense of danger, police presence, or thought of you immediately disappears when Bobby sees Lindsey standing in front of the door.

Instant annoyance hits Bobby as he unlocks the door—leaving the chain lock on before opening up the door a bit. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Bobby, come on.” Lindsey practically whines, her voice croaking. “Open the door, please. It’s urgent.”

Bobby raises a brow at the sight of her, seeing a lack of Lindsey’s infamous cockiness and petty attitude but a pathetic desperation over that’s almost amusing to see.

“It’s Hank,” Lindsey sniffles. “He fucking overdosed—he took too much smack and the goddamn paramedics and cops are swarming the place to find his stash. I can’t be there.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Bobby replies back plainly; it’s not a matter of whether Bobby believes Lindsey’s story since nobody—even someone experienced like Hank—is above an overdose, but rather true from his heart that Bobby truly doesn’t care. “You came all the way here to tell me that? Get lost.”

“No, wait! Bobby!” Lindsey cries out, pushing the door back just as Bobby’s about it to shut it in her face. “Please—”

“How the fuck do you know where I live anyway?” Bobby nudges her back, scowling. “Huh? How did you find this place?”

“It’s Emily’s place, isn’t it?” Lindsey breathes, “not yours. Listen, that’s not important right now—” she shakes her head, “I needed to get to you as soon as possible—”

“Huh.” Bobby raises his brows, refusing to buy into Lindsey’s bullshit. “Glad to see me for once? That’s a change. You’re not here for sympathy or my company so tell me what the fuck you want.”

“I don’t wanna get caught hooking up outside with all those cops swarming around,” Lindsey shudders, rubbing up and down her arms. “I just need to stay somewhere for the night, that’s all. I told you, I can’t go back to Hank’s place. I can’t.”

“Sounds like that’s your own fucking problem.” Bobby narrows his eyes, “I’m not letting you in Emily’s place without her permission. Newsflash sweetheart, but the shit you’re going through is the story of everyone’s life in Needle Park. Do you want people to like you and help you when you’re down? Don’t treat ‘em like fucking disposables and shit. I’m not helping you with jack shit.”

“Butt Bobby!” Tears spill from Lindsey’s eyes as she bursts out crying, but it’s too late.

Bobby slams the door in Lindsey’s place, locking it back up again and ignoring his ex-girlfriend’s cries completely.

“Bobby, please! Come on!” Lindsey bangs her firsts on the door, sobbing.

‘That’s what you deserve.’ Rolling his eyes, Bobby turns back around and returns to the living room without any hesitation or desire to listen to Lindsey’s whining.

“Bobby! Bobby, open up, please! I’m sorry!”

Bobby plops back down on the couch, pulling his bowl of chips over to him. Bobby grabs the remote control and turns on the volume of the film to drown out Lindsey’s voice, remaining unmoved.

“Bobby, please! I need this!”

‘She wasn’t always like this. Not always.’ After five minutes of begging and sobbing against the door, Lindsey gives up and walks off down the hallway still in tears. ‘Then again, neither was I.’

Bobby continues sipping his drink and enjoying the film, being able to relax all the more now that he doesn’t hear Lindsey’s whiny voice ringing out again and again at the door.

~

Walking back home from work, you remain under the streetlights and any corporate buildings with security as much as possible down the street.

Clutching your purse to yourself, you keep to yourself and continue down the sidewalk at a steady pace.

You know well enough that the Upper West Side Manhattan isn’t the best at this hour and that you’d love to walk back home with Bobby as he suggested, but now your little interrogation with Hotch?

Even though you’re far off from your work building, you still feel like Hotch’s eyes are watching you—preventing you from even glancing back. 

You can’t be too sure if you’re even being followed, but you force yourself to remain calm and continue walking steadily otherwise your body language will easily give off the wrong idea you may be carrying something. The last thing you need is an addict wondering if you’ve got “something” when you just spoke to a narco. 

‘Bobby’s not a drug dealer. Bobby’s not a drug dealer.’ You repeat to yourself, feeling all the more guilty from the lies that seem like the only truth you know.

As you make your way further down the block, you notice the regular group of addicts with Irene huddled by a dumpster fire—giggling and talking to one another. 

On the other side of the street, there’s another somewhat scattered group of addicts and some drunk guy stumbling into an alleyway as another stares endlessly at a glass display outside of a pharmacy.

You can hear the faint sounds of someone else vomiting their fix further down the alleyway nearby and if you stuck around for a minute longer, you could easily figure out just what each and every one of those addicts was hooked on without even trying. After all, you do have experience with marijuana, cocaine, and heroin too. 

“Heyyyy, Emily!” Irene peeks her head up, noticing you and attracting her friends’ attention.

As you glance over and notice Irene waving to you, you also see the look of confusion on the face of Irene’s unfamiliar friends.

From the looks of it, you’re no addict, and Irene isn’t one to know anyone who isn’t an addict either.

You wave back but continue walking away without saying anything back to Irene.

Seeming ecstatic to see you outside, Irene whispers over to her friends, “that’s Bobby’s girlfriend, man!” 

Every addict, ex-addict, up-and-coming addict, and dealer knows one another in Needle Park—whether anyone likes it or not, and whether anyone blends in as well as you or not. 

Now that word has long been spreading around that you’re Bobby’s girlfriend, you share a piece of infamy from your boyfriend on the streets too.

Just as you’re only five minutes away from approaching your apartment complex, the realization hits you that you need to tell Bobby about Hotch, and there’s no going around it or lying either.

Anxiety trickles over you as you sigh quietly to yourself, wondering just how Bobby will react once you sit him down to explain everything bit by bit.

At the very least Bobby’s chipping somewhat again and not heavily using or spiraling out of control like he was before, but at the same time Bobby’s vulnerable right now.

Once you get to your apartment door, you begin to realize just how shaky your hands have gotten from anxiety and nervousness—all courtesy of Hotch’s surprise visit and nosy, specific questions.

Taking a deep breath but feeling a numbing weakness hit your legs, you walk into the apartment lobby and get into the elevator.

As you hit the button for your floor, it’s the first time you’ve turned around since you stepped out of Hotch’s car but seeing nothing and nobody around you finally eases your paranoia. 

Your paranoia may as well be giving you a clear sign of what kind of an addict you’re becoming. 

You’re worried for Bobby more than yourself and that’s the way it’s always been—going from bad to worse.

~

As you unlock the front door to your apartment and step inside glumly, you’re greeted by silence and darkness shrouding most of your suite.

Assuming Bobby’s asleep already, you quietly walk inside and lock the door behind you before setting your keys down on the counter.

Just as you begin to walk towards the living room seeing that the lamp is turned on, Bobby approaches you down the hallway from the bedroom—dressed in baggy black sweatpants and a white beater top.

“Welcome home. That was a quick shift.” Bobby leans his arm against the wall.

You lock eyes with your boyfriend, seeing intrigue and curiosity in his towards you.

Still somewhat stunned and dumbfounded from the events of tonight and lack of work, you stare back at Bobby who rubs over his mouth, raising his brows at you.

You slip off your shoes, sigh deeply, and begin to come up to Bobby with whatever you can muster now as an excuse.

Before you even have the chance to talk to him, Bobby places both of his hands over your arms and pulls you to his body—sealing a soft kiss over your lips. 

Blushing, you kiss Bobby back, slowly pulling away from the warm, inviting kiss. 

“If you didn’t get fired or quit,” Bobby murmurs against your lips, “then it’s not worth mentioning. Not until you have a drink and relax first,” his hands slide down to yours, squeezing them.

“Please,” you mumble back, instantly feeling every notion of anxiety that was resting over you on the way home melt in Bobby’s presence.

Bobby turns back around, leading you towards the bedroom where there are two new iced drinks prepared on a tray over the night table.

“Come ‘ere, baby.” Bobby nudges your jacket and purse off of you, tossing them over the bedpost by the headboard. “Come here,” Bobby pulls you into his arms, plopping down on the bed with you. “What happened, hmm?” He tilts your chin up gently.

You gaze into Bobby’s eyes, still feeling somewhat bitter and moody. 

“You’re wasting your time.” Hotch’s words echo through your head. “Bobby doesn’t have the capacity to change.”

You swallow hard, speaking in an ushered voice. “Do you have something, baby?” 

Now that you can barely ignore your returning anxiety just thinking about what you need to tell Bobby, shooting or snorting something up quickly may be able to quell your nerves.

“Just powder?” Bobby doesn’t even question it, leaning over to the side and pulling open the night table’s drawer. “Or somethin’ a little heavier? You must’a really ate shit at work to come home this early for a craving, huh?” 

“If only you knew,” greed grows in your eyes at the sight of Bobby taking out a small concealed bag of cocaine. 

“Let’s get you relaxed first, baby.” Bobby flicks the bag with the back of his finger to even out the white power before taking your business card off the top of the night table. “How do you wanna take it?” 

“On you,” your eyes dart from Bobby’s down to his chest as you take the bag of cocaine and card from him.

“Oh yeah?” A wry smirk forms over Bobby’s lips as he points to his chest.

“Take it off,” you gently tug on the fabric of Bobby’s tank top.

“’ Atta girl.” Bobby throws off his beater top, tossing it to the floor. “Help yourself, however, ya want it.”

“Am I not the first?” You hover over Bobby as he lays stomach down on the bed, relaxing.

“Don’t say that,” Bobby chuckles quietly to himself, remaining still but refusing to answer the direct question of just how many girlfriends he’s let snort cocaine off of him.

“Mmm…” You steady your hand and carefully put down two lines of cocaine over Bobby’s back. “You’ll have to answer for that eventually.”

“Feels more refreshing than you think.” Bobby grins at you over his shoulder.

“You have no idea how much I need this,” you take a deep breath, leaning down to Bobby’s back and beginning to snort a line off with one nostril—pressing the other down shut.

“Mhmm…” Bobby grunts quietly, smiling to himself to feel your lips give his back a little kiss once you’re finished. “My back’s gonna be numb for a few days but nothin’ I don’t appreciate. You done, baby?”

“Yeah.” You sniffle, glancing at Bobby’s back as he slowly flips over—quick to snatch you back into his arms.

You whine quietly, snuggled up into Bobby’s embrace as you begin to feel the intense, rushing high start to hit you; a spark of euphoria breaking through anxiety. “We have to talk, Bobby.”

“Do we?” Bobby soothes you by rubbing up and down your arms tenderly as you lay your head over his chest. “About what? Like you come home within half an hour?”

“I didn’t need to work, apparently.” You shake your head. “And it’s not like the wrong shift or cancellation. I walked in there and…” You bite down on your lip, “I saw Hotch.”

‘No wonder she snorted first.’ Bobby raises his brows, noticing you continuing to sniffle from the cocaine residue in your nostrils. “You saw Hotch inside your workplace?”

“Yeah.” You mutter, pulling the duvet over you and Bobby. “I was so confused and tired. I didn’t even get a chance to clock in and actually work, but I guess I also didn’t give Hotch the reaction he might have been looking for. You know… I only know what you and the others told me about Hotch, so I didn’t know what to expect but when he saw me, Hotch had that look on his face like he was there just for me.”

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ Hotch, alright.” Bobby protectively wraps his arms around you. “Always lurkin’ around, tryna find some shit that’s not there, pin the blame and arrest someone for the night. He was there just for you?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how long he waited for me to get to work or if he planned it.” You reply, recalling the events as you stare aimlessly at the wall. “He was in Sykes’ office with some other people. Other cops…? Can’t remember. He looked at me, but not like I was in trouble. Hotch told me he wanted to take me down to the police station for questions.”

“Jesus.” Bobby’s eyes narrow in disgust. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

“Except he didn’t even take me there.” You peek up into Bobby’s eyes. “I got nothing but this…this fear inside of me that told me I needed to run away or something—that I had to be away from Hotch no matter what.” You squeeze your eyes shut.

For a split second, the idea of Hotch asking you for sexual favors in return for keeping both of you out of trouble or prison flickers in Bobby’s mind, causing him to see red as he listens to you.

 “And then we just went outside and he sat me in the back of his cop car, pulling out this notebook and asking me questions.”

Bobby gazes down at you, remembering that Helen was the one who offered to sleep around with Hotch every now and then to keep herself out of trouble, but none of it worked out for her in the end.

“Why the hell would Hotch question you?” Bobby furrows his brows. “Did that fucker Sykes or whatever the fuck his name tells Hotch somethin’? ‘Cause I visit you at work sometimes or does he think you’re carryin’?”

“No, no. I don’t know.” You sniffle, “he didn’t ask me anything like that. He still wouldn’t really tell me why he was there in the first place but Bobby… He read me like a book. Hotch has a lot of information on me and my family—even their records. I mean sure, whatever, he’s a cop… But he spoke to me like a child. He said I should know better than to live near Needle Park or something and that I should stop hanging out with ‘drug addicts and dealers.”

“Huh.” Bobby scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Hotch the good influence now, huh? Let me guess, he said he wasn’t suspicious of you?”

Bobby has had this conversation one too many times before; you certainly aren’t the first. 

Every single one of Bobby’s ex-girlfriends has been questioned by Hotch too, and not just in the back of a cop car.

“Yeah.” You frown up at Bobby. “I mean, he kept trying to make me sound like this high and mighty person. He said I was above my friends, and that I should know better but I made it clear to him that I didn’t wanna hear that kinda bullshit. I’m not the person Hotch thinks I am, and I don’t care what he knows about my parents either. I’m not then.”

“Did he ask you about me?” In truth, Bobby could care less what Hotch asked about you or your family—everything boils down to him and his criminality. 

“Yeah,” you murmur against Bobby’s chest. “More like he tried to introduce me to the idea of you like that’s what he wanted to talk about in the first place. He kept going on about how you were an addict, a dealer, and he even read me all of your charges like he was trying to change my mind or something… Like I was getting myself into something.”

“Fucking asshole,” Bobby says through gritted teeth. “Only making himself look stupid. If the police department even knew how much of a corrupt piece of shit Hotch is using other people against each other to commit more crimes, maybe I’d be the one reading his list of charges to the public.”

You press your lips against Bobby’s chest, smiling over his skin at his comment. “Rules for thee but not for me… I didn’t take anything he said seriously, baby. I mean, I already knew all of that.”

“And it doesn’t bother you?” Bobby lovingly runs a hand through your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“No,” you lean back up, stealing a sweet kiss off of Bobby’s lips. “I know who I’m with and I know who I love—you. Hotch can’t ever come close to changing my mind on just about anything. My feelings for you…” You blush deeply, making eye contact with Bobby. “They’re personal. They’re for me to decide. I knew who you were from the start, Bobby.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders, “if Hotch thinks I need to gain this high moral ground and not date a so-called drug dealer or addict, then he’s dead wrong and has been from the very beginning.”

A small, shy smile forms over Bobby’s lips. “That’s right, baby. I don’t want Hotch botherin’ you, we know what we know… That reassures me.”

“It’s not Hotch.” You admit, glumly. “I know he won’t actually bother me unless he has a legal, good reason to but it’s Sykes, my boss.”

“What?” Protectiveness suddenly flares up in Bobby. “That asshole who gives you a hard time? Yeah, the idea of him callin’ Hotch isn’t entirely out of the question. The hell does he know?”

“I think he knows that I use,” you lower your voice to a whisper, rubbing the tip of your nose. “But he has no proof.”

“Are you sure?” Bobby stares back at you, uncertain.

“I’m sure.” You reaffirm, nodding. “He only saw me coming down once all miserable but he can’t prove that to anyone anyway.”

“But he’s been bothering you.” Bobby narrows his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me that? I could have helped you.”

“Help do what, Bobby?” You sigh deeply, “corner him after work and beat the shit out of him? He’s like this to everyone, baby. It’s not just me. Sykes is a notorious hardass. Nobody likes him, he’s a corporate piece of shit and I didn’t come up with that nickname myself. He…” You pause for a moment. “He’s got nothing on me but he tries to make threats and promises anyway, but he can’t get to me. He can’t—”

“Did he touch you?” 

��What?”

“I said, did he touch you?” Bobby’s eyes immediately begin to scour over your body. “Tell me the truth, Emily. Please.”

“No, he never did.” Your eyes meet Bobby’s. “He didn’t lay a finger on me.”

“Good,” Bobby scowls, relaxing his tense muscles. “Otherwise I’ll rock that bastard’s jaw. The people you work with got nothin’ but a nasty attitude anyway but that Sykes can keep his asshole act to someone else.”

“He’s only gonna get worse on me now because Hotch was there.” You let out a shaky breath, “he harasses me every fucking day and I have no way of getting out of it or proving it to someone else. I’m tired, Bobby. I’m tired,” your eyes sting with tears. “I’m tired of this stupid fucking job, I’m tired of seeing these people and I’m sick and tired of him. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. We have to go.”

“Go? What do you mean go?”

“Out of here.” You swallow hard. “Out of Needle Park, Bobby.”

“You want us to give up the apartment and move out of here?” Bobby’s eyes fill with uncertainty. 

“Y-yes,” your throat tightens as tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. “We can go off to the countryside or even the Bronx if you still want to stay in the city. Just anywhere but Manhattan. It’ll be easy to move—I mean, my parents can help us and it’s fine, I can find work there and we’ll settle—”

“Needle Park is my home, Emily.” Bobby interrupts you. “I live here. I was born here. This is home.”

“No, it’s not.” You blink back tears. “You live with me. This—this apartment—that’s your home. You know we have to get the hell out of here before things get worse. Someone’s gonna rat on us and get us both in shit eventually. Hotch is breathing down our backs and he’s admitted this to me! He watches us, he knows where we go! He said it’s game over if he gets enough proof that you’re doing something! How the hell can I live here and be happy knowing I might lose you again? I don’t want to live like this!” You exclaim. 

“So your grand plan is to get us out of here?” Bobby blinks at you. “I mean, yeah, baby. I get it. I understand. We’re not exactly running off but… I dunno. What about your work? It’s all about the money.” Bobby’s no stranger when it comes to moving consistently for money—something his family always did to make ends meet.

“I have money,” you tell him. “And my parents can help like I said. Maybe they’ll help me find some other office job for all I care but if I tell them Needle Park is filled with drug addicts and—”

“Yeah, I know,” Bobby mutters, cutting in. “But you know you’re gonna have to tell your parents about me too, right?”

“Of course, baby.” You pout, hugging Bobby’s chest. “I want to.”

“But it’s also because of me.” Bobby doesn’t embrace you back. “I’m a drug dealer. I’m a drug addict. If you’re taking me with you, what exactly are you running from?”

“From Needle Park, Bobby…” You bat away stray tears from your eyes. “From the idea of losing you again, and getting away from hotch and Sykes and this filthy place so I don’t lose my mind at that fucking job. I hate it. I hate it and I can’t stand it.”

“Baby, it’s alright. It’s okay.” Bobby’s voice softens as he kisses your forehead gently. “I know, it’s okay. Yeah, it could be a plan. We can’t do it in one day, but it could be a plan, right?”

“Right…” Your voice shakes as you lace a hand with Bobby. “We can do this. We can get out of Needle Park, Bobby. We can change.”

[wickedwretch]

Hello and welcome to this Pinned Post. My name— or rather my Alias is Beale. This (side)blog was created specifically so that I could try and find some one or multiple roleplay partners. It’s nothing fancy, so hopefully you can look past that. If you’ve come here you’re interested in some 1 on 1 roleplay with me, which is super cash money. But first, let’s get down to brass tacks.

You may be be asking, “Beale, why not just make a roleplay blog?” Tumblr roleplay has become way too focused on aesthetic for me and having to make each post pretty just takes the fun out of it. And if your posts aren’t pretty, people are less likely to interact with you. And frankly, I don’t have the time to log on from a computer to do all the work it takes to reply. I enjoy having the muse pages and such, but I just don’t have the time for it. (As much as I miss some aspects of it) So my solution is discord. I can reply to threads from my phone, and it just makes life easier. Now to the bullet points.

I’m Old™️, so I ask that you are of age if we interact. Especially if smut is involved. Though truthfully, 90 percent of the time I’d prefer the scene fade to black so to speak, but every once in a while I’ll write it out.

I have a full time job. I work 40+ hrs a week. I also have ADD, depression and anxiety and sometimes that makes replies slow. So bear with me. Sometimes I’m fast and sometimes I’m slower than smoke off shit, there is no in between.

I truthfully don’t have a lot of triggers, so I’m always open to most plots. Communication is important and if there’s something I’m doing that you’re not comfortable with, please don’t hesitate to say something! I’m here to have fun, not cause upset. I ask that you give me that same courtesy.

I’d prefer if you were semi-literate, though I totally understand if English is not your first language. Replies do not ever have to match lengths, just as long as I have enough to work with! (:

I’m oc friendly (I have a few myself!) and fandom friendly. I’ll list the fandoms below and the characters I’m willing to write.

MCU: Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova.

Pitch Perfect: Beca Mitchell, Aubrey Posen, Stacie Conrad, Emily Junk.

Charmed: Piper Halliwell, P.J Halliwell, Melinda Halliwell, Henry Mitchell Jr.

American Horror Story: Misty Day, Nora Montgomery, Sister Mary Eunice, an OC.

Grey’s Anatomy: I’ve written a few main ogs, but mostly I just have next gen ocs.

Then I have a handful of fandomless ocs that I’d be happy to list for you.

I ship my characters with chemistry, but most of the time I do fxf or occasionally fxm (mostly because I don’t have a lot of male characters lmao)

Plots of all kinds are welcome!

If after all of this you’re interested, shoot me a message here with your rules/guidelines and if we click, I can drop my discord! Thanks for taking the time to read!

I hope you have a fantastic day/night and I look forward to hopefully writing with you!

-Beale

[emilyjunk]

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I tagged 2,199 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 132 characters

#depsite knowing all these references o thought this was throwback fun and didn't place at all that it took place in 2002 omg 🤦‍♀️😭

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

When I stop daydreaming and write my fic it's over for u bitches

38 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#4

Bemily Week 2022 - Day 5: Wrong Number

Beca: Hey dude, congrats on the album release, 10 Years of Ari is already on its way to number one! Thanks for letting me be part of it

Unknown Number: Uh I think you have the wrong number HOLY CRAP DO YOU THINK THIS NUMBER BELONGS TO ARIANA GRANDE

Beca: ....

Beca: Sorry dude... Number was one digit off. My bad...

Unknown Number: MY PHONE NUMBER IS ONE DIGIT AWAY FROM ARIANA GRANDE’S?!

Beca: My bad

When music producer Beca Mitchell means to text a refused-to-be-officially-named colleague of hers but accidentally texts the wrong person, she doesn’t think anything will come of it. Why would it? But through a series of continued texts, she strikes up an unlikely friendship with grad student and resident dog walker, Emily Junk. Suddenly Beca finds herself texting all night, sending endless Snapchats, and sharing several specifically curated playlists. So maybe she has a crush on this random girl she’s never met. It doesn’t mean anything, right? Right?!

39 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

#3

Are there any angsty jori fics you’ve read that you could recommend?

These are basically the only jori I can remember reading lol there's not much angst sorry in advance. I'm a fluff kinda gal.

This series is nicknamed the Virgin-Verse if I'm not mistaken and is my favorite jori ever and I've read it a bunch. This one actually does have quite a bit of angst but it's a mixed bag of angst and fluff and, as it goes on, smut. It follows them through canon and into the way future. The twists are delightful and the buildups always pay off. It will take you days and days to read. It's very long.

The Motion series is by one of the same authors and is set during school and also a little in the future. There is a little angst in this but it's very minimal and fades quite quickly. But it's well written and cute.

TweetDick is one of my faves in terms of characterization. It's really short and there is zero angst lol so sorry about that. But it's funny and cute and I've read it several times to remind myself of these characters.

45 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

#2

Maya Hawke in Do Revenge, pre makeover..... Gotta be one of my favorite genders

58 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I'd like to see Jean Jacket come for HIM

258 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

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[ckm-writes]

Oh my Stars

Bellas in the Bed Chapter 6

Summary:

Emily keeps Stacie up all night

xxxxxxx

“No me gusta,” Stacie muttered to no one in particular. She watched as Emily moved from Cynthia to Lily to Flo, glancing across the room at Stacie every time. Between sleep deprivation and sexual frustration, Stacie couldn’t even remember what embarrassing details they might be recounting, but she was certain it was no bueno.

Whoever the sick sadistic author was that was currently scripting Stacie’s life, they obviously planned to use Emily to tease Stacie yet again tonight and she needed to make a plan. Despite what the Hunter and Stacie’s hormones screamed, she would never actually force herself on someone who wasn’t interested.

Read more at AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21989509/chapters/54528412

[mitchsentrash]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pitch Perfect Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Emily Junk & Aubrey Posen Characters: Aubrey Posen, Emily Junk Additional Tags: PWP, Shameless Smut, One Shot Summary:

A little loving time between our two girls in the country!Junksen AU

[agoddamnsupernova]

Could you write a Bemily prompt where Emily texts Beca asking her to save her from a horrible date?

Emily really thought that going out with Benji would help her get over her crush on Beca, thought that this sweet, totally awkward boy would be enough. But the more they saw each other, the more Emily found out that Benji...well, Benji was gay. 

Which was fine, Emily was pretty gay too, but after five dates and two awkward kisses, she couldn’t handle it anymore. So, while Benji excuses himself to the restroom after spending the entire date talking about Beca’s ex Jesse like he was a work of art, Emily sought an escape. 

Save me She sends to Beca with her current location along with several crying emoji’s. 

She’s surprised when Beca’s response is almost instant. I’ll be there in ten. Make sure your ringer is on, I’m gonna fake an emergency. 

Em sends back a line of heart eyes, turning her phone up all the way right before Benji sits down. As if Beca is psychic, the phone rings making Emily jump despite herself, giving Benji a forced apologetic look as she answers. “Hey, Bec, everything okay?” 

Just pretend you’re panicked and say, is Chloe alright? Beca says, a slight chuckle to her words. 

“Oh my gosh, is Chloe alright?” She says, furrowing her brow hard, trying to sell the bit. 

You’re a fucking ham, Beca actually laughs this time and Emily has to pinch her thigh to keep herself from smiling. Okay, now say where you are and ask how long it’ll take me to get there.

“I’m at the Park Street Bistro, how long will it take you to get here,” she says, biting her lip hard. 

You’re lucky you’re pretty, I was in the middle of writing a song, Beca says through the line, making Emily blush slightly. Anyway, just say okay and that you’ll see me soon. 

“Okay, see you soon,” Emily says, glancing at a confused looking Benji. 

See you soon cutie, Beca snorts before hanging up, leaving Emily feeling better about the whole situation. 

“I’m really sorry, Beca is going to be here any minute, Chloe got hurt and is in the hospital and we’re all going to see if she’s okay,” Emily lies, chewing the inside of her lip. 

“You don’t have to apologize, I hope she’s okay,” Benji says, reaching across the table to grab her hand. 

She frowns a bit, pulling it away when her text tone goes off, signaling that Beca had arrived. “Here,” Emily says, pulling out enough to cover the bill. 

She doesn’t give him a chance to say anything else, just gets up and heads out the door. She grins when she see’s Beca’s black Honda in a parking space close to the entrance. 

“You’re the best,” Emily says as she gets into the car, smoothing her dress down when it tries to bunch up.

“I mean, I couldn’t let you suffer through another awkward date with that kid,” Beca snorts, pulling out of the parking lot easily. “But, since you say you owe me, you can go to the club with me.” 

“Club? I thought you were writing?” Emily replies, reaching for Beca’s phone to mess with the music. 

“I was but when the girls found out I was rescuing you, they insisted. There’s one that Amy goes to that doesn’t ID so,” Beca shrugs, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.

“Hell yeah,” Emily grins, picking a song before turning the volume up. Its Flashlight, the pop version they recorded ages ago and it still makes her smile, thinking of the way Beca looked at her that night. 

“You’re such a fucking nerd,” 

Emily loses track of how many drinks she’s had when the music starts to throb through her. She’s in the crowd dancing, her hips swaying to the beat when suddenly Beca is there, her hands on Emily’s hips. 

Emily doesn’t want to admit how good it feels when Beca pulls her closer, doesn’t want to put feelings where they’re not, but then Beca’s lips are brushing against her jawline and Emily throws all rational thoughts out the window and digs her fingers into Beca’s hips. 

They move together for a while, hips grinding, hands exploring until Beca is dragging Emily to a dark corner to press her into the wall. “God,” she breathes out and it makes Beca snort. 

“Beca is just fine,” she hums against Emily’s ear, her hands trailing along the taller girl’s sides. 

Emily shivers, tangling her fingers into Beca’s hair so she can drag Beca to her lips. She moans into the kiss, her free hand still squeezing Beca’s hip. “Fuck, Beca.”

“Only if you ask nicely,” Beca husks against her lips, neither one of them caring that they’re very much in a public place. 

“Please,”

[erikahenningsen]

“All I’m saying is, I’d prioritize your orgasm over mine.” Bemily please! When Emily is the top?

For Bemily Week Day 5: Friends with Benefits (NSFW)

Emily is the most courteous person Beca knows.

She always holds the door for people—even people she doesn’t know, and even though half the time nobody thanks her. She lets Beca cut her in line when they go to get coffee, and she always lets the other girls have the last of the cereal.

Since they’ve started this… whatever they’re doing, Beca’s only noticed it more.

Whenever they hook up, Emily always lets Beca, er… finish first, and always says, “Thank you!” when they finish.

It’s a little weird, but that’s Emily.

It kind of makes Beca feel a little selfish.

Yet here she is again—right on the edge, with Emily’s face between her thighs.

Every part of Beca is screaming at her to let go, but she pushes weakly at Emily’s head and says, “Wait.”

Emily stops immediately. “Is everything okay?” she asks, somehow looking adorably concerned despite her shiny, slick lips and tousled hair.

“Yeah, it’s just—“ Beca pauses, her brain still focused on the ache between her legs. “I always go first.”

Emily frowns. “Go where first?”

Beca presses her fingers to her temples. “I always come first, Emily.”

“Oh,” Emily says. “That’s okay.”

“No,” Beca insists, “it’s unfair.”

“It’s really okay,” Emily tells her.

“It’s not—“

Emily cuts her off with a kiss to Beca’s inner thigh.

“I like it this way,” Emily says, looking up at Beca through hooded eyes.

It makes Beca’s gut twist painfully.

“I like watching you,” Emily continues, absently rubbing her thumb against Beca’s clit as she speaks.

Beca inhales sharply, dropping her head back against the pillow with a soft, “Fuck.”

“I like knowing that you’re coming because of me, that you’re saying my name. Plus, you make the cutest face when you come. It’s like—” Emily scrunches her nose and opens her mouth in a way that definitely isn’t cute, but Beca’s more concerned with the way Emily’s hand stills.

“Em,” Beca reminds her, voice strained.

“Oops, sorry!” Emily says, dipping her head again and circles her tongue around Beca’s clit, gently easing a finger into her after a moment.

It barely takes two minutes for Beca to crash over the edge with a gasp and a strangled cry.

Emily doesn’t stop moving her tongue until the final aftershocks have been coaxed out. Then she looks up at Beca—whose hands are still gripped in the bed sheets, chest heaving—and grins.

“All I’m saying is, I’d prioritize your orgasm over mine,” Emily tells her. “Besides, isn’t that what friends are for?”

“No, it really isn’t,” Beca says, trying to gather the motivation to move. 

Emily frowns thoughtfully as she flops down next to Beca. “I guess you’re right.” Then she pokes Beca in the side. “That was fun. Thanks!”

Beca rolls her eyes. “You’re welcome.”

[itspbandjellytime]

"The Assistant" [Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader] - Chapter 2

Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.

Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you! If you haven't read chapter 1, here's chapter 1: Chapter 1

Word count: 2k words

[Y/N POV]

Few days have passed since I've moved from Washington to California for this job and stay with Jackie temporarily, I didn't realize that living with your friend could be this fun. I've never had any roommates or anything when I was living in Washington and studying, well I have Kelly who visits me from time to time but things get a little bit lonely when you're not with people. For my case, not anymore.

Jackie and I spent our days going out to eat, look around the city, and talk about stuff that we needed to catch up on before the big day, which is me starting my job as Hailee's personal assistant. I still like to think that this whole ordeal is a fever dream, cause there is no  way in hell or heaven that I got a job as her personal assistant. And of course, I decided to dress nice even though Laura didn't e-mail me about the dress code, I still need to look my best when I am face to face with Hailee Steinfeld. I put on a pair of slacks and a pair of black high heels and a while long sleeve button down shirt, my hair is down and I added some light make up and  jewelry to make myself a little bit mature and presentable.

"So how do I look?" I asked Jackie, a smile forms on Jackie's face seeing how well  put my outfit is "You look amazing! One more thing." Jackie says, standing up from the couch to roll my sleeves up so my forearms are exposed "Better, you look like a Victorian boy with the sleeves down. And I bet it's gonna turn your boss off." Jackie says, jokingly which I rolled my eyes and gently slapping her arm. 

"Jackie, I am not there to turn my boss on." I said, chuckling as I straightened my clothes. I checked my phone and my eyes widened to see that it's already 9:25 am, Laura expects me to be at the building around 10:30 am. I start to panic and pace around to grab the essentials that I needed from the counter top, which concerned Jackie a little bit "Y/N, you good?" She asks me.

"I just realized that it's already 9:25, Laura expects me to be there around 10:30." I explained to Jackie, Jackie walks up to me again and asks me "Do you want me to drive you to the office?" Thank God, I became friends with this woman from stan twitter. If I wasn't friends with Jackie, I'd be living on the street by now. "Please!" I said in a dramatic tone, making us both laugh. 

Jackie didn't bother glamming up, since she's just gonna drop me off the building I will be meeting Hailee. Jackie just threw in a pair of sweatpants underneath her old gym shorts and a jacket, she grabbed her keys, phone, and wallet patting my back "Alright, I'm set. Let's roll." Jackie says heading out of the apartment, and I followed suite.

After braving the Los Angeles traffic, and a few road rages from Jackie here and there, we managed to arrive at the building at around 10:25. I wouldn't say it was picture perfect but, at least I am not late. I got out of Jackie's car and stared at the huge building in front of me, I turned around and waved goodbye to Jackie before she headed back to her apartment.

My hands start to shake and my legs start trembling, I can already feel the nervousness rushing through my veins as I look at the building right in front of me. I take a deep breath and proceed to enter the building. I walked up to the front desk with a confident smile on my face, my eyes fixate on the name plate the front desk lady has and back at her "Hi, I am here to see Laura McKinnon?" I said in a costumer service-y voice. 

When all of a sudden, this woman came out of the elevator, she's blonde and has green eyes, and is also wearing something that a mix of casual and corporate. She's walking up to me with a warm smile on her face, turns out that woman is Laura "Y/N, it's nice to meet you in person. Miss Steinfeld is already expecting you, follow me." Laura told me as I follow her to the elevator, once we were at the elevator, Laura presses a button that leads us to the 12th floor of the building.

As Laura and I arrived at the 12th building, she lead me down the hallway and made me stop outside the door of an office which I assume it's Hailee's. "Wait here for a while Miss Waldorf." Laura says, as she enters the office. I stood there for at least thirty seconds, and after waiting Laura came out of the office "She's ready to see you now." Laura said with a smile on my face as she left. 

I took another deep breath and reached for the door knob, twisting it as I enter the office. Once I was there, I was greeted by none other than Hailee Steinfeld sitting on an office chair with a smile on her face, holy hell she's very pretty up close. "You must be Y/N Waldorf." She says, with that smooth sounding voice that will get me weak on my knees in a matter of seconds but I have to be on my best impression and not say anything out of pocket. "Yes, I am Y/N Waldorf. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Steinfeld." I said, trying my best to be confident in front of this gorgeous woman.

Hailee smiles at me and chuckles "Have a seat." She said, gesturing towards the chair across her. I walked up to the chair and sat down, my eyes are now looking into her hypnotizing hazel eyes which caused me to twiddle my thumbs under the desk. "So tell me about yourself, I like to get to know people a little more." Hailee said, I cleared my throat and fixed my posture before I start to speak.

"Well I just graduated college a few months ago, I am born and raised in Washington and I drove all the way from Washington to California... And I live with my friend who I met on Twitter because we are such big fans of you." I said, smiling at Hailee hoping to break the ice between us. Hailee chuckles again, this is the second time I made this woman smile already... I think she likes me. 

"You're so dedicated Y/N, just what I need for my team. Also how long have you been a fan of me? Just curious." Hailee asks, the smile not leaving her face. I chuckle and smile at her "Well ever since I've watched The Edge of Seventeen, I loved you as Nadine and yeah... Never looked back ever since." I answered as I keep that smile on my face. Hailee nods, leaning back her chair "Interesting, I love that. Y/N quick question, how long have you been staying with your friend?" She asks, leaning in closer to me, resting her elbow on the desk and her chin on the palm of her hand. 

"For almost a week now, I am apartment hunting right now and all I can say is that living in LA is kind of expensive." I say, Hailee chuckles as she moves a strand of hair away from her face "I agree, as time flies the rent in Los Angeles gets higher. I don't blame you, this along with New York, are the cities for dreamers so there are a lot of people living here. Speaking of, do you want to live with me for the mean time?" Hailee asks me her eyes twinkling. 

I froze for a second, did Hailee Steinfeld ask me if I can stay with her at her house? In Malibu?!? I looked around my surroundings and looked back at Hailee "Are you serious?" I asked her, hoping she was joking or not. "I am being serious, after all I need to be close with my personal assistant and you won't worry about being late. So what do you say Y/N?" Hailee asks me again, this time a warm smile forming on her face. A smile formed on my face and I nod "Sounds good to me, when do I move in?" I ask her, Hailee leans back again and sighs "Well, how does tomorrow sound? We got some serious business to deal with tomorrow." She asks me back, raising a brow.

"Tomorrow sounds good." I respond, smiling at her with pride as I slowly but surely get used to her now "I am glad to be on this journey with you, Miss Steinfeld." I say, Hailee laughs and shakes her head, she stands up from her chair and I follow suite. "Please, Y/N. Just call me, Hailee instead." Hailee said, extending her arm out for me to shake. I grabbed her hand and I felt how soft and smoot her hand is, which made my heart skip a beat, I shook her hand and gave her a stern nod. "Yep, I'll keep a note on that." I said, letting go of her hand. Hailee smirks and winks at me "Welcome aboard Y/N." She said.

After that, I decided to take an Uber back to Jackie's place. I still can't get over all of this happened today, it still felt like a dream and I can't believe that this job will be the one that will probably change my life for the better.

"Wait, you're gonna live with Hailee?!?" Jackie exclaimed as she grabs a bag of chips from her pantry, I smiled and nodded as she sat down next to me "Yeah, insane right? She said that she wanted me to move in with her." I said, still shocked as I grabbed a handful of chips from Jackie. "You are basically living every fans life, and I am jealous! But at the same time proud of you." Jackie pats my shoulder, putting her arm around me as we binged watch Parks and Recreation.

[HAILEE'S POV]

I had dinner with my manager Laura to discuss things after I met my personal assistant, I sit down across her as our food was served by the server. "Hailee, we need to discuss about your bold move of moving Y/N in your house." Laura said, I furrowed my brows at her words, tilting my head in confusion. "What do you mean by that Laura? I am just doing an act of kindness towards my new personal assistant." I said taking a sip of my beverage and putting it down, Laura sighs as she rubs her temples "I get that, I think it's a good idea. I don't have a problem with that, but however... What if she knows about your secret?" Laura says opening up about the secret. 

I swallowed hard, looking around if someone is hearing our conversation "Laura, I've known Y/N just today, I rest assure you that she is a trustworthy assistant. And I bet she won't know what I do behind closed doors." I reassured my manager, I have a feeling that my assistant will not be a huge tattletale despite the fact I've known her already after my conversation with her earlier in my office. "Alright, I trust you on this one." Laura told me, chuckling as she takes a sip of her drink. I smiled at Laura, this woman has been my manager ever since I was a little girl, she's like my second mother at this point "Thanks, Laura." I said as we continued to have dinner. Excited for Y/N to move in with me and start to do some serious business together.

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Smut: (*)

HAILEE STEINFELD x READER 

Just The Way You Are (*) - (Original Female Character/Y/N) - Prequel

Personal Trainer AU - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 (*) - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 (*)

Perfect Pictures - Part 2 (*)

Loving Words

Little one (*)

Makeup Artist For A Day

Sounds (*)

First Time Eating You Out (*)

Are You Reading A Fanfiction? - Part 1 (*)

Tailor-Made For Me (*)

Halloween

It’s A Full Moon Kinda Night

Coast (*)

Bodyguard [2/2]

EMILY JUNK x READER

You’re My Flashlight - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

CHARLIE WATSON x READER

Fixing You - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

MARVEL IMAGINES 

KATE BISHOP 

Pick Up Lines

Missing Targets

Distractions (*)

Safe Place (*)

Sex Pollen (*) - Part 2 (*)

Mine (*)

Your Biggest Fan

Madripoor (*)

Traumatizing Clint

Personal Nurse

Bathroom Stalls (*) - Part 2 (*)

The World’s Greatest Archer - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Flirting

Lost In The Multiverse - Part 1

7 Minutes In Heaven (*)

Holy Shit, You’re Hailee Steinfeld

Jealousy (*)

Truth Serum (*)

Shower (*)

Stumbling Into Your Apartment (*)

Sex Education - Part 1 (*) - Part 2 (*) - Part 3 [2/3] [3/3] (*)

Tutoring - Part 1

FLORENCE PUGH x READER 

Mystery Girl

Meet & Greet

Slap Me Hard On My Face

Fate And Its Funny Ways

Spilling Secrets Live

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Chapter: 2/3 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archie Warnings Apply Relationships: Beca Mitchell/Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell & Chloe Beale Characters: Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell, Aubrey Posen, Stacie Conrad, Fat Amy (Pitch Perfect), Emily Junk, Flo Fuentes, Jessica Smith (Pitch Perfect), Ashley Jones, Lilly Onakuramara, Cynthia-Rose Adams Additional Tags: Reunions, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Bechloe Week 2023, Bechloe Week, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Eventual Fluff, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Las Vegas, Drunken Confessions, Drunk Sex, Shameless Smut, Lesbian Sex, Coming Out Series: Part 1 of Bechloe Week 2023

Summary: 5 years after the USO tour, the Bellas get an invitation for a Reunion in Las Vegas

Bechloe Week 2023 - Day 1, Reunion

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Mechanics

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary:  There’s something wrong with Spencer’s car, and the one person willing to fix it happens to be his biggest downfall. Category: Smut (18+) Content: Mild language, penetrative + unprotected sex, car sex Word Count: 5.3k

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NOTE: I know y’all weren’t expecting this one, but it’s my fic swap for the lovely @spectaclespencer ❤❤❤ I hope you like it!

———

Spencer was late again. And what's worse was that he knew he was one step closer to his car breaking down for good.

It wasn't a secret that he didn't do much driving, but in order to get to Y/N's house, he had to drive. Usually he'd get a ride from one of the other team members but as of late he'd decided to drive a little more often. Try something new.

Now that he was late for the fourth time in a row, though, he was starting to second-guess that decision.

"Maybe you should take your car in to get fixed," Emily suggested, once he'd been let in and they all finally sat down to eat.

"Maybe he should just get a newer one," Derek quipped. "That thing's a piece of junk. No offense."

Spencer sighed. "Yeah, I know it's a piece of junk. But it's all I've got and I really don't think I can afford to get a new one... Or to even get it looked at."

"You know... I could take a look at it if you want," said a voice from his left.

Immediately Spencer's heart beat a little faster. When he looked over, Y/N was smiling sweetly, setting down her glass of wine. "R—Really?"

"Mhm," she continued. "I practically grew up in the garage with my dad, and I helped run his shop a few years after I graduated high school. I can take a look, it won't be a problem at all."

"Oh, y—you don't have to," Spencer stammered out.

"You've been late to dinner four times in a row now, and she's offering to help you for free," Morgan said. "Sounds like a good deal to me, kid."

"Really," Y/N said, "it's not a problem."

He couldn't have turned her down even if he wanted to. With the way she was giving him the prettiest smile and the kindest eyes he'd ever seen, it was practically impossible to deny her anything.

So, he smiled shyly and nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Y/N."

She winked at him and he tried his hardest to will his cheeks not to flush. Thankfully, everyone seemed to occupy themselves by asking Y/N about her work as a mechanic, so immersed in her backstory that they didn't notice him failing miserably.

———

Everyone had already left by the time Spencer and Y/N made it out to the car. Since it was almost 10 PM and dark, she asked him to pull the car into the garage, where she had more light.

She moved her car out onto the road so he'd have room, and as he drove it up he already started to feel like he was inconveniencing her. He just had to remember that she'd offered her help and wanted to do this, and it wasn't an inconvenience at all. Maybe then he could relax. Because friends did things like this for each other all the time...

It wasn't a big deal, so he needed to stop making it such a big deal, he thought promptly as he put the car in park and got out.

Y/N was making her way up to the car with a smile and rolling up her sleeves. "Alright, let's see what we're working with."

"Oh, uh, I can get out of your way if—"

"Don't worry," she reassured, waving her hand as she took his keys and went to the hood of the car. "I'm gonna have to ask you some questions anyway. How long have you had the car?"

"It was my mom's. After she couldn't really drive anymore, it just kind of sat in our garage until I went for my license."

Y/N popped the hood and turned on a few lights before leaning over it. "Do you know how long she had it?"

"Not really... I just always remember seeing the car when I was a kid."

"Well, it's actually a pretty nice car, it probably just needs some minor touch-ups. You know, my dad and I worked on a car kinda similar to this one once, except it was older." She laughed a little as she examined the parts, and Spencer watched with wonder as she did so, telling her story.

"It belonged to this old man who refused to get a new car because he'd had this one all his life, right? But the thing was pretty much unsalvageable, no matter how hard Dad and I worked to try and get it back in shape. Too many outdated parts that we couldn't find anywhere else in time..."

"Did you ever fix it?"

"We tried. It was really close, too, but in the end it just wasn't fixable."

"The man must've been pretty mad, huh?"

Y/N's laugh made Spencer's stomach flutter, and he felt his face get a little warm again. "Oh, he was pissed. He ended up getting a newer car in the end, but he kept the old one at his house just in case we ever found some of the parts we needed to finish the job."

"Did... you ever find the parts?"

She sighed rather sadly. "Yeah, eventually. But the old man had passed away before then, so we gave the parts to his son, who fixed it up and actually got it running."

"Wait, really?"

"Mhm... Wish I could've seen the guy's reaction, but his son was really glad he was able to do it. He still sends letters to the shop sometimes, actually. Postcards and pictures and things... My dad relays them to me whenever he gets one."

"Aw, that's... that's really nice."

Y/N looked over at him and smiled. "Yeah. But anyway, you won't have to worry about anything like that. From what I can tell, you've got a bad spark plug, which is why you have trouble starting the car. I don't have any spares so I'll have to go find one, but it's not safe to be driving this until I can replace the part. Can... you live without the car for a few days?"

"Oh, uh, yeah it shouldn't be a problem... I can, uh, I can just call a cab home."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Oh! No, don't worry, I'll take you home."

"Oh, Y/N, you don't have to—"

"Please. It's the least I can do for stealing your car for a few days." She closed the hood and gave him a look that was pleading and more. "We can even go for ice cream or something, my treat."

It wasn't something he could turn down even if he was a nervous wreck around her. Being close to her, spending time with her outside of work, and going on drives together was truly all he could ever hope for. She was like a fridge, and he was a magnet, drawn to her the closer he got.

So despite the knots in his stomach and the heat rising to his face, Spencer sat in the passenger seat of her car and tried not to just stare at her the whole time. He snuck a glance every once in a while as she turned her head to look for oncoming traffic, soft hums coming from her in harmony with the radio.

Not to mention the sun was starting to set, basking her in this soft orange glow and highlighting her already radiant smile, making him want her even more.

True to her word, she stopped at a fast-food drive-thru for ice cream and paid for both their cones (he got chocolate, Y/N a twist). And it was a little embarrassing to admit that he tried to sneak more glances at her, to see the way her tongue swept over the mound of dairy and collected sweetness on her taste buds.

How she didn't catch him, he'd never know, but Spencer was glad for it all the same.

The sweets were gone by the time she parked outside his apartment building. The sun was nearly set, and Spencer felt guilt twisting in his gut.

"Thank you," he said softly. "I... I feel bad making you drive home in the dark..."

Y/N's musical laughter made him warm despite the slight chill the ice cream had provided. "No worries. I like driving in the evening— It's peaceful. Thanks for giving me an excuse to do it."

God, she's perfect...

Spencer resisted the urge to melt into the passenger seat and whimper like a lovesick puppy. Instead, he apologized and thanked her again, stumbled out of the car, and watched her disappear down the street and around the corner as she took his heart right with her.

———

In the back of the cab as it cruised down the winding back roads towards Y/N's house, Spencer couldn't seem to stop his hands from shaking.

You're just going to pick up your car... Be cool... Be cool...

It wasn't like he didn't see her at work, but at least there they were surrounded by others who kept him in check. Now, though? He was going to be at her house, alone with her, with nothing but his quivering, timorous heart that would surely give out without the distraction of serial killers to catch. He was going to be near her, hearing her voice and seeing her smile, and possibly smelling her scent as it had most likely inhabited his vehicle in the time she'd had it in her possession.

Really, at this point, what part of him didn't she have in her possession?

The cab pulled up to her driveway, and Spencer saw the garage door was open. Music was blaring loudly, even more so as he paid the driver and left the muffling containment of the cab.

He approached slowly, hoping he wouldn't show up out of the blue and scare her. They'd set a time to meet, which was now, but he also imagined it was easy to lose track of time when you were throwing yourself into working, especially with something as precise as mechanics.

"Y/N?" he called out over the music.

A loud thump sounded from below the truck sitting in front of him— Not hers, he presumed, since he'd never seen her drive it.

But then a hand protruded from underneath the truck, and it scared Spencer half to death. He jumped back with a gasp, and within the two seconds it took for him to look down, he realized it was Y/N's hand. A relieved sigh escaped him, though not before a shout nearly scared him again.

"Kick over that white remote, would you!?"

Sure enough, just barely out of reach from her fingers was a small white remote. Spencer used his foot to nudge it towards her hand, and in a flash they were both gone.

Seconds later the music was shut completely off, and Y/N slid out from under the truck on her back, headfirst so she was upside down to Spencer's view.

And even upside down, her smile was absolutely charming. "Hey, you. Sorry, I lost track of time."

"Oh, i—it's not a problem," he responded, maybe in a higher pitch than was normal.

Still, she didn't seem fazed by it at all. She slid out the best she could, got up off whatever rolling platform she'd been laying on, and dusted her hands off on her shorts—which did no good considering they were still caked in dirt, or grease, or whatever else was under the truck. In fact, her whole body seemed to be splotched in it, and he found the look way less gross than he probably should have...

Actually, he felt his insides start to warm the longer he took her in.

Spencer couldn't help but stare as she searched the garage for a rag to clean off a bit with. (And he even found himself praying she wouldn't find one.) The sun peeking into the garage shone right off of the sweat bathing her skin as she moved. The gentle breeze blew strands of hair into her face, and when she bent down to search a bin under her workbench...

Guilt burned through his insides, barely soothed by a wave of pitiful pining.

I've got to get out of here fast...

"So. Your car's all done I think," she told him, finally finding a flimsy rag and patting her skin with it. She turned to look at him, flinging the rag over her shoulder, and he nearly crumbled. "I haven't gotten a chance to test-drive it, but since you're here and you're the one who's gonna be driving it from here on out, you can do the honors?"

"I'm sure it's fine," he dismissed, hoping to get the keys and drive off without much interaction afterwards. "How much?"

"How much?"

"Yeah, for the car. I—I don't know how much spark plugs are, a—"

"Spencer, I don't want your money. Really, it was nothing."

"But—"

"Consider it a family-friend discount."

"But—"

"No! I'm not letting you give me money!"

"A—Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I love doing this stuff—plus, you not being late to work every day will be payment enough. Then I don't have to deal with Hotch's cranky ass anymore..."

"I hate to be a buzzkill, but I'm pretty sure it would take a lot more than that to get him to ease up..."

Spencer and Y/N shared a laugh, and she mumbled quietly, "Yeah you're probably right..."

"Really, though... Is there anything at all I can do to pay you back?"

She truly looked like she was considering it. Even when she was only thinking, covered in grime and grease and sweat, she looked like the most heavenly being on earth. And though he longed for any excuse to keep looking at her like this, in her element and with a bright, genuine smile on her face, he knew it would be better for his well being in the long run if he got out now. He had an eidetic memory for God's sake, he could always remember her like this whenever he wanted to, right?

Even though he was convinced it would never be near the same, he bit the bullet and accepted her answer when she told him, "You can go home and get a good night's sleep before work tomorrow, that way you're not late."

"Deal."

———

About two months later, and Spencer was right back in that garage, a victim of his heart's constant aching and desire to finally see the real picture again, after so long with nothing but his imagination. Even though it was clear as day in his brain, he'd been right. It wasn't near the real thing— And yet, he couldn't go another day without seeing her in the flesh, before him in all her grimy, beautiful glory.

He wasn't even sure if she'd look like that again after an oil change, but he needed one anyway, and he figured he might as well go to her.

He kept telling himself that was the reason he put up with the near 90 degree heat, though deep down his gut sent signals throughout his body that screamed, 'liar!' and amped up his heartbeat.

When Y/N did finally come into sight, popping her head out from behind a completely different vehicle than he'd ever seen in her garage, he wasn't disappointed in the slightest.

There was a thin smear of what he assumed to be grease on her forehead, reminiscent of baby Simba in The Lion King. The thought would have made him laugh to himself on any other occasion, but then she fully stepped out and greeted him with another earth-shattering smile, revealing her entire body and leaving him nearly incapable of thoughts other than fuck.

The thinnest of thin white tank tops clung to her torso in a way that should have been considered illegal. His eyes painted over every curve and line of her body as discreetly as he could, something he wasn't entirely proud of, but if he denied himself any longer, he was sure he'd burst at the seams.

It was for that same reason, though, that he didn't allow himself to look at her legs for longer than a mere second. Exposed in their small pajama-looking fabric, they expertly carried her to him just a few long, languid steps.

"Hey," she greeted brightly.

"H—Hi."

"So, um... I know I said I'd change the oil in your car, and I will, but I figured... If I teach you how to do it yourself, you wouldn't have to spend so much money to get it done, and you also wouldn't have to keep coming all the way out here... You up for it?"

It was logistically a good idea, and any other time he would have agreed with no hesitation. But how would he ever be able to concentrate on what she's teaching him? How?

Still, even though his heart was screaming to save him the damage and decline her offer, there was no way he could ever deny her anything.

"Sure."

"Great, follow me!"

Unsurprisingly, not even two minutes into her short lesson, naming the parts of the car under the hood he needed to know as basics, he was zoning out. His eyes stayed glued to her hands, marveling at how they effortlessly toured the insides of his car and pointed out every little part. Naturally, he could only wonder what they might feel like touring every inch of his body the same way...

By the time she started actually telling him about how to change the oil, her body was pressed up gently behind him, letting him take the lead as she guided him in the right direction. His heart hammered in his chest, and he was grateful that she wasn't truly close enough to feel or hear it. Still, it was so close that the mere smell of her overwhelmed the oil he was filtering into his car.

"There," she said when it was over, her hands and body retreating from him entirely. As sad as he was that he couldn't physically feel her behind him anymore, he knew it was for the best. "That's all it is."

"Easy enough," Spencer said with a nod. He wiped his hands together a few times, noticing that some grease and oil had transferred onto his skin. "A little messy though..."

"Yeah, I know you're not one for messes... But luckily you shouldn't have to change your oil too often, since you don't drive much anyway. And, if the mess is ever too much for you, you're always welcome to bring'er here again."

"Th—thank you, I appreciate that..."

"What's wrong? You sound... sad?"

"O—Oh, no! I—I'm not sad. I'm fine, really. Thank you... for teaching me how to do this, it was super helpful."

The moment he pressed his lips together in that tight, shy smile of his, Y/N breathed a laugh. "Yeah. No problem... You sure you're okay?"

There was a small lilt in her voice that sounded a little suspicious, but he let it go in favor of trying to convince her he was truly fine.

"Mhm," he said simply.

Silence whirred between them like the loudest airplane, taking the form of a strong, resonant hum that threatened to expose his lie.

Though, it seemed she had caught on already. Actually, by the way she was studying him, it was safe to say she definitely knew something was up— At the very least, the lie that he was okay and at the very most, that he couldn't stand to be in the same room as her any longer for fear of giving away his crush.

Spencer prayed he could leave soon, that she'd just leave it at his, "Mhm," and send him on his way.

But then she said, "You know what... Maybe there is something you can do to pay me back," and any plans of easy escape were shattered in an instant.

"Oh! S—Sure, what do you need?"

"I need you to be honest with me..." That lilt in her voice sounded purely wicked now, but only to Spencer's heart. The tone was actually rather soft and sweet, and to anyone else it might have sounded normal, maybe similar to the way she'd talk to a child who'd done something wrong. But deep down he knows she must have figured it all out.

She was on to him and he wasn't sure whether to be scared or excited. Either way, his heart picked up speed when she stepped towards him and reached out to graze his hand with her own.

"You like me, don't you?"

His throat was dry. "Of course I like you. You're my friend."

"You know what I mean, Spencer..."

Now her fingers were more bold, tracing the veins in his left hand as she tilted her head. Her eyes were glossed over with something lustful that nearly brought him to his knees.

"I... Yes... I like you." He can't bring himself to say more than a whisper.

"Lucky... 'Cause I like you, too."

In another world he would have questioned it. He would have spent all his time wondering why someone like her would like someone like him, and he could be somewhat meticulous in the way he tried to figure it out. But right now she was in front of him, touching his hand and looking at him like she wanted to devour him. She was taking another step forward, until she had to tilt her chin up a little to look him in the eye.

He was utterly ruined by her.

"Y—You do?" was all he could manage.

"Mhmmm," she purred back, fully lacing her fingers in with his. "So I was thinking... maybe you wouldn't mind kissing me... As a thank you..."

"C—Can I?"

"I want you to."

Even though he had the go-ahead, Spencer still couldn't bring himself to go for it. Probably something to do with the fact that it was actually happening and it wasn't a dream or some evil trick from the universe. Even a brain like his wasn't able to process it all that quickly.

Still, he leaned in slowly, unsure in case of trickery, and focused on her hand squeezing his own.

But it was no trick when she did the rest of the work for him, leaning forward and meeting him in the middle. The moment her lips grazed his, soft and steady, it felt like every wall he had came tumbling down. He was lost in her completely, the gentle squeeze of her hand grounding him to reality even when it felt like there could be no reality where she would treat him like this.

But she was very real, her fingers on both hands now lacing firmly through his own, and her body softly pressing into his. He swore he could feel her heartbeat, opposite his to create a rhythm unlike no other.

She started to pull away, but he chased her mouth, unwilling to let the moment pass just yet. The action led her to make a soft groan that sounded like a little laugh, and she came back to him with a passion that left him breathless.

Her head tilted and she pressed forward, deepening the kiss and stretching her fingers out of his grip. Then she slid them up his forearms and over his chest as a means to an end. They ended up cupping his cheeks, which were warm and now smeared with a little oil. It should have grossed him out, but when she was kissing him like that, it didn't matter.

If anything, the remembrance of her sweaty, dirt-caked appearance rounded out the whole experience with a bang. It excited him and made him long for even more of her.

Thankfully she was eager to give him what he longed for. Her tongue gently coaxed his mouth open and he welcomed it without any reservations. In fact, he was so inclined as to meet her level of fervor that he finally took a bold step and placed his hands firmly on her waist as he kissed her back.

Little by little the two of them descended into a frenzy of sloppy kisses and whines and bold hands, and for a while the blazing summer heat was enough to ignore, but at some point it always got to be too much.

Spencer let Y/N pull away this time.

"How good is your air conditioning?" she asked in a gentle huff.

He normally would have been inclined to remind her that they were only a few steps away from her house, surely a more comfortable environment to continue their ventures... But he was so desperate for her that he didn't hesitate to comply.

"Works just fine."

"Good, let's go."

She closed the hood of the car and then fetched the key from her pocket, ushering him to the door.

Luckily the car was old enough that the front seats weren't separated by an armrest or anything, giving Spencer the ability to slide in and make his way to the passenger side with a fair amount of ease.

Y/N slid in right after him and turned on the car, already feeling a gush of air from the vents right away. That's when Spencer leaned over and adjusted the temperature to a full-blast cool.

"Where are we going?" he asked, starting to reach back for his seatbelt.

She stopped him, sliding over to his side and leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Well, we can go somewhere if you want..." Then she kissed his jaw. "Or we can stay..." And then his neck... "And have a little fun..."

"Please," he shuddered, leaning his head back while her lips continued to attack his neck with slow kisses.

"What do you want, hmm?"

It was hard to answer when she was rendering him practically useless, but he tried his hardest anyway, giving her the honest truth.

"All I want is you."

The confession seemed to send her into overdrive. She let out this sound of pure desperation before she climbed into his lap and found his mouth again, and their pace from before continued in no time. Roaming hands and long, deep kisses took up their space, until even the air conditioning couldn't save them from the heat they were radiating.

Y/N's tank top was the first to go, and Spencer nearly had a heart attack when she leaned back to undo the bra.

"You're not gonna single me out, are you?" she prompted with a smile, using her other hand to tug at his shirt.

"Right, sorry," he returned, using shaky hands to peel the shirt from his body and toss it to the other side of the seat with hers. Her bra followed shortly after and the sight in front of him was almost too much to bear.

Thankfully she was kind enough to take it easy on him, making the move to kiss him again and gently guide his hands to touch her. His hands palmed her breasts with great commitment, and once she was sure he had the hang of things, she let go and favored his waistline. Her fingers dipped slightly below his jeans and remained there as she kissed him. And just to add to the urgency of it all, she circled her hips into his, eliciting the most pretty, aching sound from him.

"Can I fuck you..." she asked breathlessly, grinding on him again and dipping her fingers lower. "Please... Right here in this damned car... Please, I want it so bad..."

"Fuck, Y/N, do it..."

And with those words, she took the plunge and tugged down on his pants. Thankfully he wasn't wearing a belt, so unbuttoning and unzipping was easier, but even still the small space of the car was a pain to work around.

In the end though, it was worth it.

Once the confines of clothes were no longer an issue for either of them, their only worry was figuring out how to have sex in a small car.

It wasn't much of a big deal at first, though. Y/N helped Spencer get situated and lined up, and then she sank down on him with ease. Her legs burned, but so did the entire surface of her skin. Whether it be from the summer heat or Spencer's touch—wherever that may have been as his hands kept fiddling for a place to stay—it was there to stay. It urged her forward, and she started riding him with a steady pace that had them both sighing out.

"Oh my god," he blurted out, reaching forward to kiss her— anything to keep from saying something embarrassing. This was finally happening, and he'd be damned if he scared her off.

His mind was already racing at the possibility of doing it again. Maybe in a hotel bed while they were on a case, or sneaking off at the annual BAU Christmas party on a desk somewhere... All he knew for sure was that he wanted to feel her like this for the rest of his life.

She clenched herself around him as she went up, then released as she came down. Each time she did, he could feel her breasts graze the bare skin of his chest, and her hands were gripping the top of the seat behind him. He opted to keep his own on her waist, trying to help her move so it would be an easier feat on her part. Whether or not it helped he didn't know, but it was nice to have a solid place to keep his grip while she fucked him into a state of near-oblivion.

It became harder and harder for him to think properly, the only words getting to his brain being the little whispers of pleasure and praise from Y/N. She kissed him in between, small little pecks that weren't half-hearted, but rather indicative of her urgency, and inability to form coherent thought. It was comforting to know he had the same effect on her that she had on him, and it might have been the very thing that sent him over the edge.

He wanted to hold on. Truly, he did. But she just felt so good, and his name falling from her lips was the most divine thing he'd ever heard.

"I—I'm..."

"It's okay," she reassured, kissing him and cupping his face in her hands. "You can come inside me..."

And then she sat down on him completely and squeezed, and in that instant he was a goner.

The one thing he couldn't will himself to do was close his eyes, even if the sensation was overwhelming. Because if he was going to come undone at the mercy of this woman that he's been in love with for years, then he was going to look into her eyes while it happened, and he was going to remember that image forever.

She came right after he did, her hips shifting to get that little extra boost of stimulation before she stuttered his name and pressed her forehead to his. Her fingers tangled in his hair with the utmost tenderness, and when she kissed him one final time, Spencer swore he saw Heaven.

With her weight slumping forward on him, the two of them could finally catch their breath. He rubbed her back with his hand. The heartbeat in his ears dulled until all he could hear was the soft whirring of the air vents and the steady rhythm of their breathing mixing together.

"Now I feel like I really need to pay you back," he said with a laugh, breaking the silence.

Y/N smiled and hugged him a little closer. "Nah, you don't. That was the perfect payment... But if you insist on it, maybe... we can figure it out over coffee some time?"

Spencer's heart fluttered at the mere cadence of her voice, let alone the words themselves. "Really?"

She leaned her face up and planted a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Really. I meant it, you know... I really like you..."

Usually he was the type of person to have the words to say. It was rare that he ever wasn't sure how to talk to someone, even her, with a quick brain and conversational skills that have improved over the years.

But now he was speechless. Not because he didn't know how he felt, but because he had so much love and adoration for this one person, and now that she seemed to share that sentiment to some degree, there was only one thing he could do to accurately express his affections.

He captured her lips in a sweet, tell-all kiss that felt more like the very first one they shared.

Their hands found the way to each other with ease, and from that moment forward Spencer made a decision.

He was never going to get rid of that car.

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MASTER LIST- 49

Blue Jays - Emily junk x Male Reader.

Mystery Moon - Male Reader x Cedric Diggory

Second Star - Steve Rogers x Male Reader (SMUT)

Don’t take the journey - Steve Rogers x Super Soldier Top Male Reader (SMUT)

Way beyond December - Steve Rogers x Male Reader (SMUT)

Snowstorm - Steve Rogers x Male Reader (SMUT)

Katie McGrath smut alphabet(male reader)

Kate Bishop smut alphabet pls. (Male reader)

A shot in the night - Dom!Barry Allen x SubM!Reader (SMUT)

I’ve been hearing rumors - Oliver Queen x Male Reader Stark x Barry Allen

Having the same jacket as Ferris Bueller - Barry Allen x Male Reader

Barry Allen x Oliver Queen x Male Reader-Kryptonian

Tried to reach but I couldn’t because the gum is stuck on my shoes- Leonard Snart x Male Reader x Barry Allen 

False lights for the sun - Barry Allen x Male Reader (SMUT)

Ancient draw our map - Barry Allen x Male Reader Joker’s son

Lake whisper - Barry Allen x Male Reader

Jessica jones smut alphabet (male reader)