#i can only play on the weekends but so far i have 14 endings! taking every character to prom and getting rejected by every character count

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Going from only knowing about Monster Prom through fan content and some YouTube let’s-plays to actually playing the game myself made me go from thinking Miranda was the least interesting character to realising how cool and funny she is and having her be my absolute favourite character, and I couldn’t be happier <3 If Miranda had 1 fan it would be me and if she had zero fans I would clearly be dead!! And I’m really NOT saying this because I would be executed if I went against the Vanderbilt monarchy!!!

[ottawacharge]

Jessie Fleming interview: Adapting to the Thorns, her Chelsea exit and pushing for environmental change

Jessy Parker Humphreys, Wednesday, July 24th

Ask Jessie Fleming what topics interest her about the environment and she will start reeling them off.

“Urban planning, the power of funghi, regenerative agriculture, Dan Barber…”

Barber is an American chef who advocates for farm-to-table cooking, in case you are not as looped into the environmental ethics of food as Fleming.

“I started taking courses on environmental science for fun at university and I got down this rabbit hole,” she explains. Fleming ended up minoring in the subject at university in Los Angeles and has been committed to raising awareness about issues with our environment ever since.

This latest pledge comes off the back of her choice to donate the carbon cost of her long-haul flight to the 2023 Women’s World Cup in Australia and New Zealand as part of a 47-player initiative through Common Goal, a charitable movement launched by Spain international Juan Mata six years ago.

Fleming left Women’s Super League (WSL) champions Chelsea in January, going from a league in England where players travel to games by train or coach to one where they can fly thousands of miles across the country every weekend, such is the geographical spread of the 14 teams.

“It’s something I think about a lot,” she says. “As players, we have a responsibility to draw attention to those problems and suggest ways leagues and governing bodies can adjust the format of tournaments or the schedule of leagues to help reduce those footprints.

“We’re all hypocritical in a way, so we need to at least do something.”

There was a feeling around Fleming’s mid-season departure from Chelsea that she had never quite lived up to her potential. Arriving in summer 2020 fresh out of the U.S. college game at UCLA, her stock was very high, having originally made her senior debut for Canada aged only 15.

Yet she never nailed down a starting spot, despite featuring 111 times across four seasons and being trusted by manager Emma Hayes to start crucial matches such as the 2022-23 Champions League semi-final second leg against Barcelona at Camp Nou.

“I loved my time at Chelsea, loved the league, loved England. I just wanted to be in a place where I was consistently playing in the same position and playing more consistent minutes.”

Fleming has certainly got that with Portland, where she has started 13 of their 15 matches so far this season, but the return to the U.S. has been an adjustment. Portland had their worst start to an NWSL season, failing to win any of their first four games and consequently sacking manager Mike Norris. A six-game winning run followed, but with only one victory in the past four league fixtures, it is clear they are still finding their feet as a team.

Those ups and downs are a unique experience for Fleming, who lost only one more league match in three-and-a-half years with Chelsea than she has in six months in Portland.

“It’s definitely a different challenge,” she says. “Physically, it’s more intense (in the NWSL). More transitional, lots of athletic players. But you’re starting to see the effect of European coaches in the league. There are more teams trying to play possession-based, thoughtful football. I’ve never seen anything like how competitive the NWSL is, especially when you look at the teams at the top of the table who had poor seasons last year. That’s not something you would ever see in the WSL.

“The start of the season was especially difficult for us, because we had so many new players. We spent so little time together before the first game — that was a challenge I’d never experienced before. I think we’re feeling the effects of the ebb and flow of the season right now. You have to be so tuned-in mentally for every game, every week. If you do go through a low spell, you have to find ways to turn it around quickly, because getting a few wins will push you up the table.”

The NWSL season is about to be paused for the Olympics, which begin in France at the end of this month, where Fleming will be hoping to help Canada’s women retain the title they won at the previous Games in Japan three years ago. Paris 2024 will be her third Olympics and Canada have won medals at her previous two, taking bronze in Brazil in 2016, but a disappointing World Cup campaign, where they exited at the group stage after one win and two goals (one of them an own-goal) in the three games, has put a dampener on expectations.

“I struggled with penalties a bit at university, so it’s definitely not something I’ve always felt able to do,” she says. “I feel like for that coolness, I have to turn to my team-mates and our environment. I feel very supported and backed up with the national team and that helped me massively during that tournament.”

This time out, she’ll be in a new role as captain. Anyone who has watched Fleming play will know she is not the most vocal on the pitch, but she feels she can bring something different to the role.

“I’m definitely on the quieter side, but I’m learning there are so many different ways to lead,” Fleming says. “I don’t love speaking in front of a loud group of people and I feel like I thrive a bit more when I’m one-on-one with players. I would say I’m a bit of a football brain. I love watching the game, I love talking about tactics, and I’m always interested in how to improve, both as an individual and as a team.

“For me, it’s about letting my passion for football shine through and trying to bring others with me in that.”

[i-did-not-mean-to]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Ah, my dear @cilil has tagged me, and I'll try to do at least one Tumblr thing today. I had hoped that I'd have more time this weekend!!! This week was madness...I swear!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

391 (and yes, I am one of those who put between 7 and 133 different ficlets into one work to keep the number of individual works down).

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,800,713 (this does not include 2 longfics I've orphaned and several fics I've posted anonymously)

(but I've been writing since July 2021)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Tolkien, roles played by Richard Armitage, roles played by Adam Brown, the odd Dean O'Gorman fic for @laurfilijames, 1 Lucifer fic...)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tumblr Imagines (it's a collection of ficlets from when I started and has over 200k)

October 2022 Ficlet run (Yeah, as I said, I don't post all my fics separately)

Black (Local folkore meets The Hobbit retelling

Silm imagines and ficlets (Again, a 50k+ collection)

"The only way is up" or "thrice stuck" (Smutty dream sequence with Thorin)

These are mostly my first writings which had had time to amass some few kudos :D

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always!

It takes me a while sometimes, but I need people to know how much I love and appreciate their support! I love every comment, and I truly wish I was a little better at expressing myself when it comes to these things <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I honestly do not remember...Probably, Love letter to the man you've never got to be.

I usually don't do much angst 😇

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Very hard to say because I don't finish too many of my long fics lol. I'd want to say Sticks and stones (Christmas Hallmark story)...it's just that kind of story.

My TRSBs are usually "Happy End given the circumstances" rather than all-out Happy End...lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thus far, no.

I am not relevant or known enough to attract that kind of attention!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Me? No...(There have been spicy scenes in long fics, spicy fics, outrageous ficlets, Kinktober, Dead Dove December, MSV...Ok yeah, I do...and I do all of it. M/F, F/F, M/M, M/F/M...from vanilla to whips. You choose, I write)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I am an AU bitch. I've done a HP drabble once...Les Mis/LOTR for last year's Christmas event...it happens...

Right now? Twilight Crack parody for a good friend :D

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? Who would steal trash?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nobody has ever approached me...

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes...Once for last year's S&D, I am doing it now for the Calendar fic...I love collaboration, what can I say?

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Ship-ship? Russingon.

OC ship? Ori x OC

Rarepair? Nerdanel x Anairë

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Black - It's one of my first fics...and I've never written that last chapter.

I am also known for having written chapters and chapters of other longfics but just...never posting them lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am fast, I am versatile, and I am willing to write almost any character, dynamic, ship, and genre. From tooth-rotting fluff to noncon. From very vanilla M/F meet-cute to kinky sex.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am bad at punctuation. I rarely have an outline, I just write. I do not plan, I do not come up with complicated worldbuilding, I have exactly 0 HC documents.

I just write whatever comes to mind.

Moreover, I have a real problem with posting. I write A LOT more than I post...because I just can't motivate myself to reread LOL

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I avoid even Tolkien's languages for fear of getting something wrong. I am fluent in at least 3 other languages, but I am not entirely sure whether there would ever be a place for them.

If I did that, I am afraid that it would become incomprehensible as the only one I wouldn't use is my mother tongue. It would sound a bit...magniloquent...

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Tolkien. Only fandom thus far...

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I don't know. Every so often, I write something I don't hate, but I can't remember right now loool

Open tag for everyone who hasn't done this yet :D

Tell me something about yourselves!

[vro0m]

vro0m's rewatch - 181/332

2016 Italian GP

Alright this is round 14, and we are in Monza. 

Big announcement that weekend : Jenson is taking a sabbatical in 2017. McLaren was eager to establish that he wasn't retiring or leaving, he has a 2 year contract with them and he'll play an "ambassador" role. Oh and apparently we already knew that but Massa is retiring as well. 

Lewis is on pole half a second ahead of Nico. Behind them it's Seb and Raikkonen, Valtteri, Ricciardo, Verstappen, Perez, Hulkenberg and Gutierrez. 

In an interview, a journalist talks to Daniel about Max and especially his behaviour in the last race. She mentions that he's talked about quite a bit in driver meetings but holds his own easily. Daniel says because Max has grown with the sport through his dad in particular, he's not too intimidated by the lifestyle and by everything that goes with Formula 1. That echoes what I talked about at the end of the 2015 season reviews about comparing Lewis and Max's debuts, and the advantage Max had with knowing internal politics and the codes etc. 

Oh I can see Angela around Lewis' car again! 

There was a moment of silence before the anthem but I don't know why, I'll check later. (It was for the victim of the 2016 Central Italy earthquake)

And just like that we're ready for the race. 

Formation lap. 

And they're racing! 

Oyyy terrible start for Lewis! Nico takes the lead followed by Seb and Raikkonen, Valtteri and Ricciardo. Lewis is only P6. What the fuck happened. He's battling Ricciardo for P5, and gets it. On a replay we see Palmer and Nasr collided. Lewis is half a second behind Bottas. Nothing in the replays really explains what happened with his start. He's just slow. He's a second behind Valtteri now, and we hear Bono explaining to him the three cars ahead of him are on supersofts, so they'll be fast for a few laps. He's on softs himself, so he's waiting. That might explain some of why they got a better start. Raikkonen is asked to cool the engine already. Lewis is attacking Valtteri. Palmer retires. Lewis is warned he should keep his tyres in good shape for strategy. He's still attacking Valtteri though. Nasr gets a 10 second time penalty for the collision with Palmer. 

Lap 10, but we're not seeing the timings because we're watching Lewis hunt Valtteri, who's defending very well. Nico is far ahead of the Ferraris already. Lewis is getting there and he overtakes Valtteri in the pitlane straight! P4. Still no news of the standings lol. Oh here we go. So Nico, Seb +5.3, Raikkonen +2.8, Lewis +3.5, Valtteri +0.9, Ricciardo +1.5, Perez +2.4, Massa +3.6, Verstappen +1.7, Alonso +1.4. Lewis says his rear is pretty bad already and I mean yeah no shit they told you to look after them man. He's losing time over Nico. Valtteri pits as do Max and Alonso. Bono tells Lewis to pick up the pace as much as he can for three laps. Valtteri overtakes both Jenson and Sainz after his stop and is back in the points. Beautiful. Raikkonen pits, Perez pits. Raikkonen is again on supersofts so we know he's gonna have to stop again. Seb pits. Not great, 3.9, also supersofts. Ricciardo is in, and Massa. Should be the Mercs soon. Seb got out right in front of Raikkonen who doesn't attack. They're being team players or whatever. Lewis did pick the pace up indeed. His lap times compared to Nico's read +0.496 for lap 14, +0.429 for lap 15, +0.245 for lap 16, and +0.069 for lap 17. He's still not gaining on him though. Valtteri is back in P5 but closely followed by Grosjean and Ricciardo, all three within a second of each other. Grosjean has to defend against Daniel and that allows Valtteri to get ahead a bit. 

It's lap 20. The Mercs still haven't stopped? But Lewis has started gaining on Nico. The gap between them is 14 seconds at this point. Seb is 21 seconds behind them, having pitted, then Raikkonen +1.3, Valtteri +7.9, Daniel +1.4, Grosjean +1.1, Perez +3.1, Max +2.9, and Massa +2.2. The gap at the front is down to 12.8. Nico is told 2 more laps. The gap is 11.8. Nico pits. It's a 3.9 stop, not great. Lewis is in the lead. The gap is now 13.7. Lewis pits. They're both on mediums, and Lewis’ stop was quicker although they don't give us the exact time. He's still out behind both Ferraris. That's gonna make things complicated for him, he'll finish P2 but the win seems pretty much impossible. Lewis asks about the Ferraris’ tyres and Bono explains they'll have to stop again. But Lewis can't waste time waiting for their tyres to fall apart. Yellow flags, Wehrlein is told to immediately stop the car and turn it off. It is smoking. 

It's lap 30. Nico, Seb +4.7, Raikkonen +2.9, Lewis +2.4 (and gaining half a second per lap), Valtteri +10.6, Ricciardo +1.0, Verstappen +7.0, Massa +4.8, Hulkenberg +8.1, and Alonso +6.5. Seb pits. It's really not a fascinating race as you can tell. Not much on track action. Raikkonen pits as well. Daniel pits. Because Kvyat got a penalty I don't even what for we're now talking about the paddock rumour that this is his last gp and he's about to be replaced by Pierre. 

It's lap 40 and I'm definitely bored af. Nico, Lewis +10.8, Seb +16.9, Raikkonen +6.7, Valtteri +11.1, Ricciardo +3.5, Perez +3.5, Verstappen +4.2, Massa +10.9, Hulkenberg +6.9. These gaps are boring themselves. Oh ho. It looks like Lewis has had an issue? Yeah big lock up before the chicane and he had to take the run off with the curbs. 

10 laps to go. Literally yawning. They're trying to get me excited about a Jenson v. Alonso teammate fight for P12 and it's not working. Daniel overtakes Valtteri for P5. Oh. Alonso's engineer goes on radio to tell him to keep a strong pace to the end because Grosjean might still get to them on his 18 lap old options. Alonso's sole response is a MANICAL LAUGHTER. 5 laps to go. 

It's the end of this extremely dull race. 

Nico wins, Lewis P2, Seb P3. 

Nico's engineer just called him Nicolas which is extremely weird. 

Toto is happy, because it's "Ferrari-land" and one of the most prestigious circuits. He says it was probably boring to watch but still exciting to them. Nico is crowdsurfing his team. Toto says Lewis' bad start was probably due to too much wheelspin.

Standard "good job" from the Merc drivers in the cooldown room and that's it. Nico and Seb speak in German as usual when they're both here. Seb is excited. The crowd outside is singing like at a football match. It's gotten very silent inside. Seb accidentally took the n°1 cap and is told by an F1 official or whatever and Nico and he joke about it, in German still. 

There's boos on the podium. I think for Nico, the journalists aren't sure. So much smoke from the crowd you can't see them on the podium but at least it's not during the race like nowadays I guess.

The trophy ceremony makes it very clear to everyone the boos were for Nico because when Lewis gets his they cheer loudly. Not quite as loudly as for Seb of course. 

Lewis as usual just charms the crowd.

Doesn't matter what he says anyway, they're all just waiting for Seb. Seb is emotional, no surprise. 

Afterwards Nico says he feels Italian a bit himself because he has a lot of Italian friends? The crowd isn't liking it too much but then he talks to them in Italian and it wins them over. He makes them sing the earlier football song as well. 

Anyway. In the post race interview, Lewis says it's still a simple race weekend compared to the last one. It was all decided on the start. The strategy was the best possible one. Nico did a great job and he did his best getting back to P2.

She asks if there's any difference in Nico this year that makes Lewis think it could go all the way to the end of the season. "Not really."

Awkward pause as he doesn't elaborate. It gets him a bit annoyed, you can tell, because for the rest of the interview he's trying to get rid of it quickly. He doesn't talk much, makes her feel like the questions are stupid, and does that smile that signals the end of the interview after each question.

She moves on to another question. Raikkonen said they were surprised not to be further behind Mercedes and does he think they're gonna put up a fight? "Well they haven't all weekend so… No?"

"They were obviously quicker in the race, it's always been the case, in qualifying there's a bigger gap and in the race it closes up a little bit. But we were never really under a massive threat from them today." She says the next race is Singapore and last year it was a bit of a confusion for Merc, no worries? "I can only speak for myself I don't know what the team are thinking cause I haven't spoken to them about that race." 

The gap in the standings is down to 2 points. 

Anyway there's a lot of rumours about F1 being bought by liberty media at that point and Simon says that to get a return on investment they'd apparently need a 25 race calendar and well. Maybe that explains some current things? But of course it's become a lot more profitable since then with DTS and all that I guess. 

Oh and Nasr did that thing Perez did not long ago (in 2023 I mean). The car was undrivable after the collision, they brought him in, put on new tyres, confirmed the damage, retired him, realised he had a penalty, sent him back out to serve it, and they retired him again so he doesn't take the penalty to Singapore. 

Of course RBR denies the Gasly rumour and says the "official intention" is to keep Kvyat but he needs to improve. So. Yeah. 

That's it for Monza and God was it a boring one. 

[kimchokejin]

Tag game - 15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

tagged by @summerwave thank you heather 💕

1. Are you named after anyone?

not exactly but my parents told me they were going to name me nicole but they decided against it because of nicole brown simpson 😩 so you could say i was unnamed after someone?

2. When was the last time you cried?

last weekend. guys i haven't cried at all this week please be proud of me!

3. Do you have kids?

nope!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeah but not as much as i used to

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

i'm lucky if i notice anything tbh, i get too nervous around strangers i’m just trying to get through it

6. What’s your eye colour?

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

happy ending, i usually can't handle scary movies 😞

8. Any special talents?

mental maps? idk if it’s special but i can learn how to navigate new places really fast

9. Where were you born?

go birds 🥲

10. What are your hobbies?

does tumblr count 😬 i like to take walks and listen to music? i'm trying to learn korean and actually practicing on a daily basis so hopefully i'll keep that up. and i'm finally gonna read the books that have been sitting on my shelf for years. it's gonna happen. i've gotten through two already i'm unstoppable

11. Do you have any pets?

none of my own but i have several cat nieces and nephews and neighbors. pics available upon request

12. What sports do you/have you played?

i played basketball throughout elementary school but i wasn't good at it. i only scored one basket per season and i was a forward lmao

13. How tall are you?

5'6"

14. Favourite subject in high school?

social studies

15. Dream job?

i just started a job mentoring high school students and i really like it so far! i'll let you know in a few months if it's a dream job lol

i’m actually going to kind of follow the rules and tag some mutuals i admire from afar! no pressure at all like don’t feel obligated to interact i just wanted to tell you i think you’re super cool 😎: @trustingofwinds, @jiminrn, @wheeinsbian​, @rosebowl, @jinstronaut, @ihamtmus, @unfilteredjimin, @piedpisces, @jjimin

[purplesurveys]

1724

When you’re visiting a site, do you still type ‘www.’? I don't and don't think I have in the last, like...13, 14 years.

Can you still read the time if an analogue clock doesn’t have numbers on it? Like if it's just those short lines? Sure. It'd take me a few seconds though hah.

To whom will/did you first talk about the first time you’ve had sex?  I don't think I ever shared that particular experience with anyone. My friends and I just eventually started talking about sex and our sexual experiences gradually, like as we got older and as it became a quiet understanding that we were all doing it.

Have you ever fallen asleep while taking an exam?  No. If I finish early, I was the type to keep going over my answers again and again to make sure I was satisfied with them. Sometimes I'd play with my pen or daydream or whatever, but I'd never sleep.

Tell me something ridiculous about the place or country you live in:  Nobody makes enough fucking money here and that's why nobody ever moves out of their homes and that's why nobody is happy. Also, we regularly make fun of the police because they don't know how to do their jobs and think shooting solves everything. Oh and the fact that we are an extremely religious country, automatically making our culture and society a suffocatingly conservative one.

Sorry, I know you implied to name just one ridiculous thing but when I tell you the Philippines is just in itself a horrific meme of a country...

Did you know that ` is not an apostrophe? Are you guilty of using it?  I know it's not an apostrophe but I've never learned what it's called either. No, I have never used that as an apostrophe.

Have you ever gave the rejection hotline number to anyone?  No...that exists?

What is something you didn’t like about being thirteen?  Struggling to adjust to high school.

What can you hear right now?  SE SO NEON.

Do you think it’s okay for kids to have cellphones?  Sure. I feel like I'm in no place to speak about this as I got my first cellphone when I was 7 haha.

Do you watch anime? If so, what are some of your favorites?  I don't. I tried getting into Attack on Titan super recently but life got busy at the same time I started it so I never really was able to get invested. What I've enjoyed before, though, are Pokémon and Your Name.

A quote/funny line from the last movie you saw?  Not funny, but "Private An Jun Ho!" from DP, a Korean drama I started over the weekend. Apparently in the military you need to state your name every time you're called by a senior, so that line is said 75934398420343204 times in the series.

Don’t you hate yes/no surveys? Or do you prefer the ones that make you think and explain your thoughts?  I used to dislike them, but once I figured I can just say Yes/No but then also elaborate, they didn't seem so bad and boring anymore.

Do you have a favorite curse word? If so, what is it and why?  Fuck. It's just applicable in so many situations and is also so flexible as a curse word hahaha.

How well would you say you do in school? Do you actually exert effort or are you naturally good at your subjects? I was a carefree student in that I would put a lot of effort in subjects I liked; do enough just to get by in subjects I don't necessarily care for but don't expect to ever fail in; and entirely not give a shit about subjects I hate, even if it means failing tests. In the end, that behavior made me an average student who faked my way to the finish line through my writing, being the one thing I'm good at.

Or do you not care at all? Why?  I only started taking school seriously in junior and senior year of high school (because my dream university considered your grades in those levels as part of your overall entrance exam score); and in college (because this is when your performance actually starts to matter as far as landing jobs, and because I wanted to graduate with Latin honors).

Do you have any siblings? If so which one of them do you get along with the best?  I have two siblings and get along very well with my sister.

What’s your favorite TV show? And who’s your favorite character from it?  Breaking Bad will always own my heart. Fave character goes to Gus Fring.

Is there someone that you look up to? If so, who and why?  I used to not believe in role models until I encountered Namjoon – RM, the leader of BTS. Now that's an example of a guy who's turned piles of chicken shit that was pelted violently towards him into perfect, pristine, delicious chicken salad. I feel like he is ARMY's unofficial therapist too lmao; he's always spewing out creative metaphors in describing life and its realities while still steering such realities to something hopeful and positive. He's a born writer, a born artist, and a born leader.

Do you take surveys on other sites besides Bzoink?  I used to get my surveys from Bzoink but have never made an account on there; I've only ever openly done this here on Tumblr.

When did/will summer start for you? The warm season started in April and ended around July.

Do you have a poor eyesight? If so, what is the power of your eyes?  I have horrible eyesight. I think we do the levels differently in the Philippines but in any case, the last time I had new glasses done my left eye was around 160 and my right eye at 400+.

…do you use glasses or contacts for it?  Glasses. You could never get me to wear contact lens.

Have you violated any of the 10 Commandments? If so, what?  I'm sure I have. A bunch.

What would you consider to be your most valued possession? Why?  My ticket to Yoongi's concert, because it was the happiest day of my life.

Are you ever satisfied? Or are you one of those people who always want more? I'm a perfectionist who's trying to slow down and be satisfied with whatever it is I accomplish. Done is better than perfect.

What were you like as a kid?  Too shy you could barely feel my presence anywhere.

[dsumpsbluey]

Unofficial Bluey Timeline: Part III

Welcome back to another installment in the UBT! In this week's post, we'll be discussing Episodes 11-15 of Bluey season 1. Can we get 10 notes?!?!?

Bike - Episode 11

Bluey learns to ride a bike.

Debuts and Details:

Episode introduces Bentley, one of Bingo's classmates, as well as Chloe briefly.

This episode focuses on Bluey's journey of riding a bike, to which she is still learning.

Episode takes place in a park, but not the same space as "Shadowlands". Could be a different park or different area in park.

Enjoyable episode that teaches us to not easily give up on ourselves, even when it feels hopeless. I like how the ending is open-ended, cuz it doesn't really matter that Bluey can ride her bike, but that she could.

Favorite Part: Muffin's meltdown

Bob Bilby - Episode 12

Bingo invites Bob Bilby for the weekend (🤯OMG A REFERENCE!!!).

Debuts and Details:

Obviously the titular "Bob Bilby" makes its debut, as well as.......... (in list of appearance)

Four unnamed parents that are assumed to be parents of Harley, Jasper G, Juniper, and Bentley (left to right).

Mrs. Retriever and her whole class (Buddy, Jasper W., Jasper J., Missy, Sadie, Harley, Juniper, Bingo, and Bentley).

Mrs. Terrier is mentioned to have taken Bob Bilby to Scotland. (This may be the same character as the Terriers' mum, but she won't be seen until season 3).

Frank, Chloe's dad, shows up near the shop (at least his head).

There is a mention of a Steve-O, one of Bandit's friends.

Bingo is seen incorrectly fastened onto her booster seat; this wouldn't change until season 2 after complaints.

Bluey is revealed to be a former student of Mrs. Retriever's, as evident by the fact she knew Bob Bilby from a previous visit.

Trixie is first seen alongside a red-tinted Stripe at the mall; this is later corrected during the firework scene.

Bluey is seen riding her bike a considerable distance, meaning she has learned successfully to bike, and the episode "Bike" has to happen before this episode. This may seem like a no-brainer, but in terms of the timeline, we must consider that certain eps HAVE to take place before others.

This episode spans the most amount of in-universe days so far, with a length of at minimum 4 days (accounting for a 2-day weekend)

One of the first episodes to contain plenty of information for the timeline. And what a fun episode it is. I love the bilby that is named "Bob", easily top 1 characters of all time.

Favorite Part: "Are you ready, Bob?" - Chilli (Why was she rizzing Bob like that?)

Spy Game - Episode 13

Bluey and friends struggle to maintain the game during a BBQ (OMG ANOTHER REFERENCE!!!🤯🤯🤯).

Debuts and Details:

Debut of Honey, her parents (Daisy & Marcus), and Mackenzie's mum.

There's an error during the "Honey's mum dancing" scene, where Bandit is at the grill when he's supposed to be at the restroom with Bingo. What's also interesting is that Frank is supposed to take his place from a previous shot, only to be replaced by Bandit in the aforementioned shot.

Bingo plays as "Sparkle Shot", yet Bluey doesn't use that name for her until the end (unusual🤔).

The first instance of Bingo busting (or bursting, I think it's the former)

I like how the episode attempts to teach the lesson the more traditional way with Bandit's demonstration, but even with it not working, the problem with Bluey and Bingo get resolved in its own way that still works.

Favorite Part: Anything with the guards, specifically when they block Frank from the sausage tray.

Takeaway - Episode 14

Bandit orders Chinese food.

Debuts and Details:

Debut of the "Takeaway Lady", the only other side character that shows up in this ep.

It's also the first mention of "Chutney Chimp", although there's an argument that the first sighting of the chimp was with Muffin's backpack in "Bike"

Bluey somewhat knows how to turn the water knob on, but doesn't know how to turn it off.

Bingo plays as "Tap Girl" when Bluey serves her food.

The second consecutive instance of Bingo busting; AND the first instance of a "Bush wee"

Bandit really likes his spring rolls

There's a possible scenario between this episode and "Daddy Robot" in terms of the timeline.

The takeaway they get in this episode is the same that Bandit is seen eating in the begginning of "Daddy Robot"

Or the takeaway that Bandit eats in "Daddy Robot" leads to them buying more in this ep.

Personally, I'd like to go with the former scenario, since there's not much that changes in terms of the timeline, and it helps keep things interesting in terms of placement. Theoretically, this ep could happen at any time, but its these connections that make the timeline interesting. Other than that, this is the "Trying to break Bandit's limits" episode, and I'm all for it.

Favorite Part: "If grown-ups grow from babies, and only grown-ups have babies, who had the first baby?" - Bingo

Butterflies - Episode 15

Bluey plays butterflies with other next door neighbor.

Debuts and Details:

This marks the debut of everyone's absolute favorite, Judo

Judo mentions a "Casper" during her phone call with Bluey, though no idea if this is pretend or real

Judo apparently has a thing against small children, which included Bingo until the episode's conclusion. This is strange given that Judo is seemingly an only child (although with the later season's tendency of introducing new siblings, it might not be the case).(It's probably from experience)

Bluey's school has a swing.

The backyard sandpit is missing throughout the episode [should be near the tree]

Great episode, but never understood the hate for Judo. Yeah she's rude here, but remember most of these characters are like 5-6-7 y/olds. And it's not like she doesn't like Bingo by the end. Honestly, this is why D+ needs to release "Dirt".

And with that ends another installment on the Unofficial Bluey Timeline. This batch has certainly brought up many details and scenarios for the season 1 timeline. Hopefully we get as much progress on next week's batch, as we cover more of Bluey's friends, a claw and a ball. As always, leave any comments about things I may have missed, and I'll see you next week.

[pickled-dice]

In my game “Arcana”, Experience Point (XP) Levelling is the standard, but it is handled differently than to how most other games handle it.

In Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition, XP Levelling is primarily used as a reward for killing monsters. The higher the monster’s “Challenge Rating” (CR), the more XP you get after killing them.

Brennan Lee Mulligan, a popular Dungeon Master, comedian, writer, producer and a whole other load of shtuff, working for Dropout TV (formally, CollegeHumour), has stated his opinions on this. If I remember correctly he basically told it as a young mage needing to learn magic, instead of studying, they just go out and kill a fuck load of goblins to get better. Which can work for damaging magic I guess but for other skills, it doesn’t make much sense.

I’ve gotten around this with one simple idea, “XP via usage”. What does this mean? Well, let’s say you are learning boxing. You don’t take it super seriously and only practice about once a week. Now let’s say there’s another guy who’s also learning boxing, but he has way more time and takes it way more seriously. He practices 5 days out of the week, taking the weekends as rest days to chill at home with his boyfriend or something, idk. He would get better far faster than you.

Back into game speak, you would get 1xp over the time period, while he would get 5xp. The more you use a skill over a certain time period (a day, a week, a month), you’ll get certain xp values toward that skill.

My values are thus:

Unused: 0xp

Barely Used: 1xp

Moderately Used: 2.5xp

Very Used: 3.5xp

Extremely Used: 5xp

These xp values are given by the Game Master to the player toward that skill at the end of a predetermined amount of time. A day would make levelling up very fast. A week would make it a tad slower. A month would make it very slow. A year would be mental torture.

All of your skills start at Level 0. Once a skill levels up, your XP for that skill goes back to 0.

The XP requirements for each level are as follows:

Level 1: 5xp

Level 2: 10xp

Level 3: 15xp

Level 4: 20xp

Level 5: 25xp

Level 6: 30xp

Level 7: 35xp

Level 8: 40xp

Level 9: 45xp

Level 10: 50xp

Level 11: 55xp

Level 12: 60xp

Level 13: 65xp

Level 14: 70xp

Level 15: 75xp

Level 16: 80xp

Level 17: 85xp

Level 18: 90xp

Level 19: 95xp

Level 20: 100xp

For weapon and magic skills, every other level (starting at Level 2) gives you an ability that lets you do more with that skill, obviously. Additionally, every level you have in a magic skill unlocks more powerful spells of that type. My goal right now is to have 2 spells per level for every magic type except ruination. And for ruination, I want 1 spell of every damage type per level (just so people can play mono-elemental ruination casters like pyromancers, cryomancers, stuff like that).

[ledenews]

Pare’ Brothers Making Most of Time Together with Wheeling Nailers

No one has seen even a hint of a sibling rivalry. Not on the ice, not in the locker room, and not on the team bus. Not a sneer, a jeer, nor a single tear. “And you would think there’d be something, right? Something?,” joked Nailers head coach Derek Army. “But there’s been nothing. They actually like each other, I guess.” Army’s talking about Cedric and Felix Pare’, both forwards for the Nailers who were born only 14 months apart just outside Quebec City and along the St. Lawrence River. Now that both are on the Wheeling roster, it’s the first time they’ve worn the same jersey in more than a decade. They used to fight as kids. They don’t fight anymore. “We got over it,” Felix insisted. “And we’re too busy having fun right now.” Felix returned to Wheeling for a second straight season after recording seven goals and seven assists in 54 games last year, and so far the 22-year-old has contributed three assists in nine games. Cedric, meanwhile, began his 2022-23 season with the Belleville, IL. Senators but was signed by Wheeling more than a week ago. In his one and only ECHL season in 2020-21, Cedric scored 40 points in 67 games for the Utah Grizzlies. “Cedric is a high-end player who has played consistently in the AHL, so we going to put him out there while he’s here. Seeing them get to play together for the first time in a while is a lot of fun for all of us,” Army said. “I don’t know how long he’s going to be here but I doubt it’s very long, so I hope they have a lot of fun out there. “Felix has been incredible for the Nailers and he’s a player who will go out and do what you ask him to do, and he even had a fight in our (Sunday) game and he had a good fight at a point in the game where our team needed picked up,” he explained. “He brings energy and every team needs that player. He’s definitely that player for us.” Cedric Pare joined the team about a week ago and is expected to be called up to the NHL is a short amount of time. Paint the Town The Pare’ brothers now are roommates at the Boury Lofts on the corner of 16th and Main streets and Felix has been in charge of entertainment since Cedric’s arrival. Granted, last weekend the Nailers were quite busy with three games in three days, but the two have managed to find time for some recreation. “We like to eat,” Cedric revealed with a laugh. “Wheeling is not a big city, but there is good food here and more places not too far away. “We like the all-you-can-eat sushi at a place in Washington (Pa.), but we’re going to Golden Chopsticks, too,” little brother Felix said. “That place is very good, and I know my brother will love it.” That takes care of the food. Now, what about the hockey? “I’ve been here in Wheeling for a week now and it’s been awesome to play with Felix, and Wheeling has a good team. Very fast,” Cedric insisted. “He and I enjoy playing together now, too, because it’s not happened often in recent years because we’ve been playing in different places since we both grew up. “But he’s always told me that here in Wheeling it’s a great place to come play because everything is right here near the rink and that lets us walk a lot to where we want to go,” he said. “I haven’t had that a lot since I started playing professional and it’s really a cool thing. No wonder my brother likes it here so much.” The Nailers will welcome the Indy Fuel to Wesbanco Arena on Thanksgiving Eve. Faceoff is scheduled for 7:10 p.m. One Big Bird Felix and his older brother Cedric are French Canadians, and they do celebrate Thanksgiving. Just not how, or when, their American teammates do. “We do have fun with some of the traditions with our American teammates, but I don’t really like turkey that much,” Felix said. “It’s really dry to me so thankfully you Americans like your gravy. That makes it better. A lot better. “Last year, I just hung out with the boys since we play the night before,” he said. “And we will do again this year so that’s what we will do. We’ll have a meal with them and then we’ll watch football together. It’s a good time.” “But our Thanksgiving at home is in October, not November,” Cedric said. “We have had big meals but it’s different than here. Here it’s a bigger deal, but I’ll be with Felix and that will be fun. Our parents are getting to see us together and they’ve enjoyed that very much. I’m really glad I came here.” How it all worked out is an interesting tale to tell, and his impression of the “Nailer Way” is something of an endorsement for future young players to consider. “I went back to Belleville for the start of the season, but they had a new general manager and that complicated everything with my contract, so I left,” the older brother explained. “Then my agent asked me if I wanted to go to the ECHL and play with my brother for a while and I thought it would be fun and that’s exactly what it’s been. “Wheeling is a good city, so we’re making the most out of it for now. How long I’ll be here, I do not know,” Cedric added. “The fans are great, and the rink is very nice. The way Felix explained it sounded too good (to be true), but everything he’s told me is true. There are expectations here and that’s not always true on this level, but that’s what makes (Wheeling) a special place for pro hockey.” Read the full article

[fossadeileonixv]

Chelsea 3 Milan 0: Plus Weekend Whip Around!

Gonna skip actual player ratings and move on to what bothers me about our performance.

TOMORI WAS CRAP

This has been an ongoing problem all season now. We have now conceded 14 goals over 11 matches and only kept 2 clean sheets. He looks a step slow, far too often getting beat on the turn especially. Also, like happened against Chelsea on the Aubameyang goal, he’s making some relatively simply plays look much too difficult. I’m not sure if he’s feeling pressure to make the WC squad or perhaps he’s trying to take too much on during our title defense. Either way it’s not good. To be fair, the carousel at FB isn’t helpping. Time to simplify things and settle down a bit before this dip in form becomes long lasting. 

DOUBLE PIVOT DISASTER

For better or worse, Tonali and Bennacer are not the best fit together. Both wanna sit deeper as that extra CB. Neither has taken over that Box2Box destroyer role that Kessie occupied most of last year. I thought Tonali would be that guy but for whatever reason we haven’t seen that this season. He looks timid, kind of what we saw his first year at Milan. We did see him do it towards the end of last season as he scored a couple big goals down the stretch. So far we have seen little to nothing of Pobega, Adli of Vranckx so far. Perhaps we start seeing more of them soon. 

FB MESS

That was a shit show huh? Chelsea murdered us in the corners repeatedly outnumbering us, forcing us to react and then taking advantage of the spaces left behind. Over and over and over again. it reminded me a lot of what happened to us against Liverpool last year. Reminder Salah and TAA murdering us? This was a carbon copy. Guess where Chelsea’s best players are? On the wings! Oof. 

Let’s backtrack.

Why is there space? Dest and FBT were WAY TOO HIGH. Simple really. We can get away with this against Empoli and Sampdoria but not away to Chelsea. In games like this the FBs must stay home a lot more. Instead of staying high they need to pick and choose those runs. Very carefully. Simply having Bennacer drop between the CBs to make a 3 man backline isn’t gonna do against EPL teams. we get stretched too thin and killed by crosses. Sound right so far? 

So who is that on? Is it on the players for being too aggressive and ignoring their responsibilities? Is Pioli over there screaming for them to get back over and over agian? OR... is this on Pioli simply plugging these guys into the roles that Theo and Calabria play? That would be a big problem. FBT is not Theo by any means and Dest just got here 2 months ago. They should be keeping things simple. Stay home. Mind the wide positions. Limit crosses. Move up field to keep things connected but by no means do we need runs inside the 18. 

WHERE OH WHERE IS MY SAELEMAEKERS? 

If you still think Saelemaekers is worthless and serves no purpose, watch this game. God less king Krunic but i have no idea what he was doing. He dips centrally and leaves Dest exposed again and again and again. 

...

Moving on... to the WEEKEND WHIP AROUND!

SASSUOLO - INTER Sassuolo always plays Inter tough, including a huge win at San Siro last year that contributed greatly to Milan winning the title. Four losses in the league this early had the crows circling Inzaghi until the midweek triumph against Barcelona. Sassuolo has defended well all year and have finally found their scoring boots. Inter’s defense is creaky. That combo could lead to some fireworks. 

MILAN - JUVE Consecutive wins in the league and the CL has eased the Allegri chatter. Despite skepticism the Milik-Vlahovic combo is really starting to bear fruit. Even Rabiot had a brace against a bunch of farmers midweek. Milan meanwhile is in disarray due to form and injury. Fully expect a wild 3-3 draw. 

BOLOGNA - SAMPDORIA Bologna hit rock bottom a few weeks ago and hired Thiago Motta. Samp finally ended the Giampaolo experiment an now have a new coach of their own. They reached out to Red Star Belgrade and brought in Dejan Stankovic. Now the former inter teammates face each other in relegation battale neither they nor their longtime Serie A clubs expected. 

TORINO - EMPOLI Torino started the season on a nice run but have now lost 3 in a row. Granted they have had one of the toughest schedules to start the year. Juric will sort things out. Empoli on the other hand are having a tough time turning draws into wins. expect Bajrami and Lammers to keep at it and for their fortunes to trun. Not in this game though. 

MONZA - SPEZIA after dropping the first 5, Monza now have 7 points from 3. Stefano sensi has been the catalyst while Matteo Pessina has partner in crime. perhaps an earlier rebound than some expected. Spezia have struggled of late but thos losses are to Lazio, Juve and Napoli. look for Nzola and company to bunce back in this one. 

SALERNITANA - VERONA I told you all in the spring that Verona and Samp were in trouble. Well now Verona are in 18th and Samp in 20th. Listen to Nonno, ok? Look for Salernitana to pick up a win here to avoid a rut. Dia at the double and Verona continues to be a mess. LB Josh Doig a bright spot though. he will not be at Verona for long. 

UDINESE - ATALANTA A top 4 showdown! For real! Big question facing Atalanta coming into the year was whether Gasperini could do it again. Well so far he has! This time through solid defending and shrewd countering. No more wild, scoring fests. Big question facing Gerard Deulofeu his whole career is whether he could ever be less selfish and become a team player. If you would have told me 2 years ago this game would feature a high scoring team against the best defense in the league, i would have switched the roles. Must see game of the week here. 

CREMONESE - NAPOLI Napoli continue to clean up against the bottom feeders and Cremonese are the bottomest. that’s what you have to do to win a title though. 

ROMA - LECCE Roma are still having a heck of a time scoring. That seems impossible with the names on that roster. Lecce have started well, hanging their hat on a great season by Falcone in goal and a stout defense. By far the strangest sunday prime time game we’ve seen in a while. 

FIORENTINA - LAZIO Year 2 of Sarri ball and things are starting to look really good. Second highest scoring team in the league (17) while conceding the second fewest (5). Certainly helps that he’s got more and more of the pieces he wanted. Fiorentina have managed to keep their heads above water in the league AND keep things going in Europe. That despite struggling for goals. The Luka Jovic experiment is definitely NOT going as planned. 

Forza Milan!

Lisi

[mmvalentine]

Lover Like Me pt 5 | Feysand

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 ** Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Tarquin makes good on his word and starts messaging me over the next couple of weeks about getting paintings into his gallery. He wants six, says I can pick four but he must have these two specific ones from my Instagram. I agree to it of course, it’s my first gallery. I’d agree to almost anything. Problem is, I don’t have them. They’re at Tamlin’s.

“Do you want me to drive you over?” Rhys says. We’re all at his place, the movie’s queued up but we’re waiting for Mor. Apparently, the last time they started without her she threw a fit and made them play it from the beginning even though they were a half hour in. I'm telling them about the painting situation, but I haven't shown them the photos yet because I want the first time they see them to be in person, in a gallery. Maybe some of Mor's dramaticism is rubbing off on me.

“No,” I tell him. Rhys’s voice is casual, but there’s something about the set of his jaw when he thinks about taking me back to Tamlin’s house, and I know he doesn’t really want to do it. “I can just do something similar.”

“Okay.” Rhys eats his pizza, letting me pick the olives off my pieces and put them on his. It's a symbiotic system we have. I'm sitting in my what has become my usual spot, in between Mor and Rhys, with his pizza box balanced on my outstretched legs and warm on my shins. He says nothing more about the paintings for the rest of the evening.

When we’re all going back to our own beds, I find Azriel leaning against my door.

It's unusal that I speak to Azriel alone, but Rhys has passed out on the couch and only grunted at us when we tried to wake him.

Last week, I stayed back to help him clean up because I got startled by a jump-scare in the movie and kicked the bowl of popcorn clean out of Rhys's lap. We discussed Beyoncé's input to the new Lion King in parallel with Elton John's in the original while Rhys washed, sleeves pushed up and hands sudsy, and I dried, perched on his kitchen bench beside him. He gave me his silver rings to take care of while he worked, and they were huge on my fingers.

The week before that, Rhys got a new armchair and let me have his old one. He helped me carry it back to my place after the movie and we got into an argument about the best order to watch Star Wars in. We ended up playing about an hour's worth of YouTube content to back up our claims. Perched on the edge of my bed, crowding the small screen of my ancient laptop.

Today thought, it's just me and Azriel, and he has a question for me.

“Can you really do another two paintings before next weekend?”

“Sure,” I say, wondering why he’s asking.

“The four you’re bringing. They’re all new ones, right?” His hands are in the pockets of his jacket.

“Yeah,” I confirm. “I didn’t bring any with me when I moved, they’re too bulky.”

“Do you find it easy to produce artwork on demand?”

“No,” I say slowly. “This is probably the fastest I’ve ever made anything.”

“And do you get as much satisfaction with the end result?”

“I guess not.” I peer at him searchingly, still not understanding.

There’s a long pause, and I’m about to ask what exactly he’s doing outside my door grilling me when Azriel says, “I could get them for you, you know.”

I just stare.

“Get… what, Azriel?”

“Your paintings. I can get them from Tamlin’s house without him knowing.” He says it like he’s offering to pick up some milk since he’s doing a grocery run anyway.

My first instinct is to say no. Is to say definitely not, bad idea, we are not poking the hornet’s nest.

"Azriel, I can't ask you to do that..."

Not to mention it appears that I'd being helped out again and so far have still not brought anything to the table for these people.

"I don't mind. It'd be fun, I need to stretch my legs. So to speak."

Problem is, he’s right. I don’t have two more paintings in me. And I just cannot disappoint Tarquin.

“Okay,” I say. Slightly breathless. Unbelieving. Azriel nods, and pushes off the door.

“Do you want to stay here or come with?”

I blanche. “What, now?”

He shrugs. “You got someplace else to be?” I have no answer to that. “Come on then,” he says, and doesn’t wait for me before strolling off. I shoot a desperate glance towards Rhys’s closed door, praying he’ll never find out about this, and follow Azriel into the night.

Azriel’s car is old but in excellent condition. I can easily imagine him working on it, quiet and meticulous, with scarred but loving hands. It purrs quietly through the streets, and I chew on my fingernails as streetlights stroke the hood. I've never asked about the scars and I'm not sure there's an appropriate way of doing so, so I don't.

“Thanks for doing this,” I say. “I know Rhys offered but…”

“But Rhys isn’t exactly cool, calm and collected when it comes to Tamlin.”

“Exactly,” I agree. There’s a brief silence. “Should we… go over the plan?”

Azriel looks over at me then, curiosity sparking in his dark eyes.

“Sure,” he says. “Where are the paintings?”

“In the garage,” I tell him. “Leaning against the wall on the right-hand side.”

“Okay.” That’s all he says.

“Is that it?”

“Yeah, I can visualise the area.”

“You’ve been in there before?”

“I have.”

I don’t say anything, imagining what reasons Azriel could possibly have for being in Tamlin’s garage. Wondering if Tamlin knew he was there at the time.

“Right. So, what do you want me to do?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?!” I whip my head around to look at him. “Then why did you bring me?”

“Because I thought you might want to come.”

And in fairness, I do. I want to be part of taking back things from Tamlin, and not just sending others in to do it for me.

“Can I be the getaway driver at least?”

Azriel smirks. “Can you drive stick?”

I roll my eyes. "Yes I can drive stick.”

“Then sure.”

I’m mildly surprised; I took Azriel to be the sort to be precious about his car and was ready to argue.

“Is there anything else I can do to help?”

Azriel is quiet for a moment.

“It would be helpful to keep an eye out while I’m in there. Text me if you see Tamlin coming round.” He hands me his phone, glances at it to unlock it, and I use it to call my phone so I have his number.

“Anything else?”

“That’s it. This isn’t exactly a complex mission, you know.”

“Right.” We lapse into silence again. Then I say, “Do you do this a lot, then? Missions?”

Azriel barks a laugh, and I think maybe it’s the first time since I’ve heard it. His laugh.

“Not these days. But when we were younger we used to get into all kinds of trouble.”

“Rhys has told me a few stories…”

“Yeah well, we’re reformed now.” He glances at me. “This is a rescue mission, it doesn’t count.”

I gnaw on my thumb nail. The streets have begun to look familiar, and I’m getting nervous. Azriel looks slidelong at me.

“Not getting cold feet are you?”

“No,” I say quickly. Azriel smirks and turns his eyes back to the road.

And I'm not, not exactly. I don't have any qualms about taking my pantings back, but I'm suprised at how anxious being back in this neighbourhood makes me.

“Did Rhys tell you about the time we broke into the principal’s office at school and he was such a bad actor he almost wrecked the whole mission?”

“No,” I say again. A small smile finds me at the thought.

“Yeah, we were sixteen and Rhys was supposed to distract the front desk lady while me and Cassian snuck into the office. We were looking for a set of keys, see, but when we got in there, there was a whole cabinet of keys and we took ages finding the right one. I just remember trying to turn all the little tags over, and Cassian standing at the window signalling Rhys to stall.

“Anyway, Rhys is starting to sweat, he’s trying to charm this woman right, but she’s like fifty-five and not having it. And then the bloody principal walks around the corner and stops to ask what the problem seems to be.”

This is the most I’ve ever heard Azriel talk, and I’m enthralled.

“So what did he do?” I ask.

“He just starts babbling, I don’t know what he was saying but I’m hearing him chatter and then he knocks a cup of pens off the desk and when the Principal stoops to pick them up Rhys falls to the floor like he’s fainted.”

“Oh my god the drama. Did they buy it?”

“Not at all,” Az grins. “The Principal says, ‘Rhysand I don’t know what you’re playing at but you will get up off the floor this instant.’ And then I find the keys, and we wave madly at Rhys before sneaking out. Cassian strolls right in and offers to help Rhys get to the nurse, and the Principal just sighs and lets them go. Meanwhile, I was halfway down the corridor with they key in my pocket.”

“What was the key for?” I’m hooked, and the image of the three of them as teenagers is darling.

“It was to break Mor out of detention,” he said. “At that point, both me and Cass were trying to get into her pants.”

I laugh. “And did either of you succeed?” I tease.

“That, I will let you ask Morrigan.” He winks at me, and I settle back into my seat with a grin.

“We’re here,” Az says quietly, and my smile fades.

Indeed we are pulling into a street I know well, and Azriel parks the car in the shadows of a leafy tree across from Tamlin’s house. He gets out of the car and I slide into the driver’s seat, adjusting the seat and the mirror to my much shorter legs. When Az knocks on the window, I wind it down and he leans on the frame.

“I really don’t expect anything to go wrong,” he says. “But if you see Tamlin coming out, call my phone and let it ring twice. I’ve got it on vibrate. Lock the car when I’m gone, just remember to unlock it as soon as you see me coming back.”

“Okay. Just remember that there’s a door into the garage from inside the house, so he doesn’t necessarily have to come outside to get in.”

“Right. Thanks.”

“Also, there will be quite a few paintings so maybe just grab them all.” But Azriel shakes his head.

“I don’t want them to be conspicuously gone. No reason for him to come looking for them.”

“Right.” My nails are in my mouth again. “I’m not sure where in the stack they’d be. Do you need to see the photos of the ones we’re looking for?”

“Yeah may as well have another look.”

I show him, and he nods. And then he’s gone, loping off in the dark so I can barely see him even though I’m staring after him. A minute later, I don’t see him but I see the movement of the garage door. I admire how quickly he’s picked the lock.

After that, time drags. My eyes flick between the blue numbers on Azriel’s dashboard, and the shadows in the windows of Tamlin’s house.

My old house.

It’s very strange to be an outsider here. I lived in that house for three years and it was my home, too. Even if I never quite felt comfortable there.

As I’m sitting here, the car is suddenly flooded with light from behind. It goes dark again, and I turn to see Tamlin’s car pulling into the drive way.

I had seen figures in the house and assumed Tamlin was in, but of course there were always staff around. Tamlin wasn’t home- but he is now.

I swear under my breath and fumble with my phone. I dial Azriel’s number and let it ring as instructed, but it doesn’t seem like enough. I suddenly empathise with sixteen-year-old Rhys, dropping to the floor of his Principal’s office.

So I clench my teeth and dial a number I thought I’d never dial again. He picks up on the third ring.

“Feyre?”

“Hi Tamlin,” I say.

“Feyre, where are you?” He cuts the engine, and makes no further movements toward the garage.

“I’m… it doesn’t matter where I am. I’m calling because… because I heard you were looking for me.”

“Of course I’m looking for you, you just disappeared on me. I’ve been worried sick.”

It's chilling how genuinely concerned he sounds. I'm angry that I feel this tug of guilt, and remind myself that concern does not count when on a turn of a dime he could just as easily be throwing things at my head again.

“I didn’t just disappear, though," I remind him. "I told you it was over. It’s not my fault if you didn’t believe me.”

“It can’t be over, Feyre. We were engaged. That doesn’t just go away.”

I swallow, and am very glad to be alone in Azriel’s car. This is a fact I hadn’t mentioned to Rhys or any of the others. I had left the ring on Tamlin’s nightstand with a note.

“Yes, well. We’re not anymore.”

I watch Tamlin get out of the car and pace back and forth. I watch the garage door crack open.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Tamlin says. “This is all just a misunderstanding. Come home, and everything will be okay.”

“No, Tamlin,” I say. “I’m not coming back. It’s over. I’m just calling to tell you not to look for me anymore.”

Tamlin turns on his heel and walks back toward the house. Azriel takes this opportunity to slip out, closing the garage door behind him and folding into the shadows. My heart leaps into my throat.

“I will never stop looking for you,” Tamlin growls. “You belong with me.” He turns again and walks back the other way, but Azriel is nowhere to be seen. I unlock the car doors.

“Good bye, Tamlin,” I say, and although it’s a stall tactic I feel it’s a conversation that needed to be had.

“You’ll never have it so good,” Tamlin snarls. But I hang up before he can get nasty, and when Tamlin spins and throws his phone against the wall, Azriel slips into the back seat. With two canvases tucked under his arm. Tamlin gets back into his car and drives it into the garage, and Azriel and I speed off into the night.

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Four

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summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, discussion of previous sexual relationships with older men (big age gaps), kink talks, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), fingering, 69ing... its really dirty i hope i got it all

word count: 3.8k

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Four | Masterlist

Waking up beside Spencer is an absolute blessing, he is the most tender and loving man in the whole world and she’s never going to get enough of him. He snuggles so tight, he holds her just right and he’s just big enough that she fits against him like she’s always supposed to have been there.

Her alarm goes off at 10:30 and he doesn’t even budge, she struggles to get out of his grasp to turn it off before he just pulls her right back in.

“I could get used to this,” she coo’s as she relaxes back into his embrace.

He kisses the back of her neck and one of his hands cups her breast. He runs his nose along her skin as he takes it all in, “I can come back every night.”

“Okay,” she smiles at the thought. “Are you coming with me to Brookfield today?”

He hums, “I have something to pick up first but I’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Do you want to meet Craig?” She asks nervously, knowing he knows.

“I’m not sure,” he’s honest. “It’s weird thinking he’s slept with you and he has a thing for my mother.”

“As weird as it was, I don’t regret it, he was really lonely after Patsy died and hadn’t slept with anyone in years,” she explains it again to him, it’s easier than the first time.

“I’m not judging you,” he whispers before kissing her again.

“I know,” she rolls over while still in his grip, pressing her chest against his and kissing him quickly before remembering her own rule, “pretend it’s still dark out.”

He laughs, “was he at least good to you?”

“Are you really asking me if the old man I fucked was good in bed?” She rolls her eyes with a laugh, “it was fine, I was used to just laying there and taking it back then.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for her past experiences knowing he can change them and that she's content with them, “can I make it up to you?”

“It's not my birthday,” she teases him once more.

“Then why are you in your birthday suit?” He kisses her neck as her back arches, giving him the access to do whatever he pleased.

This was her favourite part of sleeping with him, he was handsy and he kissed everywhere. He was so tentative, he was gentile and sensual and she loved him. The way he kissed her body, his hands on her back as she arched, grinding against him as his leg slipped between hers.

“Daddy?” She’s already breathless as she anticipates whatever he’s going to do to her.

He hums, “what baby?”

“Can we try something?” She looks at him with puppy dog eyes, wanting more of him and knowing exactly how to get it.

“What?” He looks from her eyes to her lips and back.

She smirks, “lay back?”

He does as she asks and she makes a quick move to straddle him, reverse cowgirl, and it makes him gasp. He hooks his arms under her legs and pulls her hips towards his face as she grips his cock at the base.

She’s never done this before, excited to finally experience her two favourite things at once, with her favourite person. Taking him in one go down her throat as far as she can, he moans against her thigh as he works his way towards her dripping core.

He pulls her in closer, burying his tongue inside of her as she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, stroking what doesn’t fit in her mouth. She moans around him as he sucks her clit into his mouth. When he slides a finger into her, she gasps as she runs her tongue along the shaft, “more please, daddy?”

He adds a second finger and curls it with each thrust, she strokes him in time with his fingers rubbing her tongue on the slit, pushing him closer and closer and closer until he’s moaning into her cunt as he finger fucks her relentlessly.

She cums on his face with a quake, her whole body shaking as she sucks one of his balls into her mouth and keeps jerking him. He cums over her hand then, finally releasing her clit from his mouth, they both sigh as they come down from their highs.

She rolls off him, feet on her pillow and hand cupping her own breast as she tries to catch her breath, “yeah, I can get used to waking up next to you.”

—

“Bullshit!”

Y/N reaches for the apparent 3 4’s that Craig dropped in the pile, filling them to see he was indeed truthful and handing them to Diana. “You’re slacking today.”

“I do so much better when I don’t know who he is,” Diana smirks as she takes the cards.

“Speaking of,” she smiles to herself as she looks through her own cards, “your son, Spencer, is coming to see you today.”

“How do you know that?”

“I might be dating Spencer,” she scrunches her face in anticipation of her reaction.

“Really?”

She nods, a smile building on her face as she starts to feel a bit flustered, “yeah, I met him last year and we’ve been friends for a while but it’s getting serious, so I thought I’d tell you.”

She’s quiet as she thinks about it and Y/N’s anxiety goes to full blast, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Diana asks.

“For not telling you and pretending I don’t know him,” she's quick with her response. “He knows we know each other from your notes but we didn’t talk about it until last night, I feel so bad keeping that from you but I've known him the whole time.”

“I was going to introduce you to each other in the hopes you would take care of him, you’re wonderful and he needs someone who he doesn’t have to look after. I’ve thought you would be good for him for quite a while actually,” Diana compliments her with a smile. “Try calling bullshit on that.”

It makes her laugh, leaning over into Diana’s space as she wrapped her arms around Y/N, “well as good as I am to him, he’s even better to me.”

Holding Diana was nice, she missed her moms so much that it was a good substitute until she saw her own again.

“How did you meet?”

Y/N pulls back with a stutter, “uh, well we met online actually and he took me to dinner and we got to talking and we’ve been really good friends for a while, he uh, he’s the reason I’m getting my book published.”

“Really?” She blinks a few times the way Spencer does when he tries to absorb information.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew her son had money and he was a lot older than her and that meeting on the internet isn’t as innocent as it sounds.

“He’s my best friend.”

She smiles again, “that’s the key to a successful relationship.”

Craig was quiet the whole time, staring at his cards and drinking his water while they talked. “For what it’s worth,” he adds, “I think he’s lucky to have you, you’re a good woman.”

Y/N’s so busy looking at Craig with a smile that she doesn’t notice Spencer walk-in or the way Diana gleams at him. He walks up behind her and rests his chin on her shoulder, “Hey, pretty woman.”

She jumps slightly before laughing, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek quickly, “hey mom,” he makes his way from Y/N to Diana.

Hugging her quickly before coming to sit beside Y/N again, he notices Craig too and waves, “nice to meet you as well, sir.”

She analyzes his face as he looks at Craig, worried that he’s going to go full alpha male and start a fight or something crazy like her old boyfriends would. But he smiles and he’s calm, he holds her hand and they play another few rounds of cards and it's like they’ve all been friends for years.

Visiting hours are about to come to an end when Spencer finally brings it up, “how would you feel if I moved to LA for a little while?”

She’s really confused, “are you getting a transfer at work?”

“No, Y/N has a job offer and I’d like to go with her,” he’s honest with his mom, it’s easier than with anyone else. “I’ll travel here whenever you need me, and once a week just to say hello.”

“Or I can finally go back to Vegas,” she says it like she’s been thinking about it for a while. “I miss my friends and my sister, Spencer.”

“And I’m thinking about moving there as well so my pneumonia isn’t as bad this winter,” Craig adds, sitting closer to Diana than before and taking her hand.

Spencer looks very uncomfortable and Y/N can feel it radiating off him, “my moms are also in Vegas, it would be nice for all of you to be close.”

“I think that would be nice,” Spencer agrees, “and then we can just take a short trip to Vegas once a week to visit with you.”

“That would be lovely,” Diana smiles, “even on my bad days I don’t forget who Craig is to me, I know he’s my best friend in here and I’m really glad you’re comfortable with this.”

Spencer smiles, it’s awkward for him to know everything that he knows, and by the way Craig looks at him, he knows Spencer knows.

“Please, just take care of her,” is all Spencer has to say to him. “I’ve already been to prison once.”

“Spencer,” Diana scolds him while trying not to laugh at the absurdity.

“I’m kidding,” he smiles, “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“It’s only taken us 30 years,” she reaches out a hand for Spencers, “but we did it.”

It’s a beautiful moment that Y/N gets to witness, she holds a hand to her heart as Spencer wraps his arms around his mom. She was doing amazing, she was happy and even happier that Spencer was happy.

“We did it,” Spencer agrees, holding her close, always a mama’s boy at heart.

—

They stop at his apartment on the way home, he needed some things for the next 2 days and his suitcase for this weekend. His apartment was always so dark and cold, the green was beautiful but it was far too sad. It didn’t feel like Spencer, it didn’t have his energy or personality, it was just a few walls and a bunch of books.

She sits on his couch and touches her necklace, remembering when he gave it to her and how she thanked him. He was rummaging around in his room without her, leaving her with time to just think about sucking him off on this couch, being between his legs, the feeling of him in her mouth, knowing she already had him this morning but she still wants him again.

She gets up from her seat and walks into his bedroom, pushing him up against the wall, he’s a little startled but he smirks, “what?”

“Is there a word for ravenous for dick?” She teases.

“Horny,” he responds with a giggle, “ovulating? Frustrated, deprived, desperate... slut.”

“I like the last 2 together.”

“What else do you like?” He whispers as she leans in to brush their noses together, “we’ve never discussed your needs, you’ve always just asked about mine, but this isn’t all about me.”

“It was when you were paying me,” she rationalizes, “I’m pretty basic, I’ll try anything once.”

“But what do you like the most?”

“You,” she’s honest. “How big you are for one, the fact you can just throw me around like a rag doll if you wanted… I like your hands, and your mouth and I like how you talk, I like how sweet you are, I like how we could do the dirtiest fucking things in the whole world with each other. I like that we could do the roughest, kinkiest and most intense scenes and yet I’m completely safe with you.”

He swallows and his Adam's apple bobs right in her view, she can’t help herself from kissing his neck, licking along the pulse point before sucking a deep purple mark into his skin, “what do you like besides me?”

“Praise,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

“Mild degradation,” she kisses his neck again and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Spanking, raw missionary and messy kisses,” every new thing comes with a kiss as her hands reach down to palm him through his slacks, “pleasing my partner, knowing you get off to me, watching, being watched, belonging to you.”

He takes her chin in his hands and makes her look up at him, “in what sense?”

“Mark me, claim me, breed me,” she whispers and his eyes darken, she swears there is a growl that leaves his throat.

“I want everyone to know I’m yours, show everyone who I belong to, let everyone know only you can please me and show them that no one is better for me than my daddy.”

“You’re evil saying all this knowing I'm not going to fuck you yet,” his voice has never been this low, his eyes are black and the grip he has on her is so tight it makes her gasp.

“You asked,” she smirks, “and if you expect me to be an obedient little submissive, you’re very wrong. "

He gulps and the mood changes very quickly.

"I’m a brat and I’m a switch, and I have more control here than you do.” She tightens her grip around his cock and he whimpers, “that’s what I thought.”

She undoes his button and takes him out, licking her palm while making eye contact with him, she then wraps her hand around him and pumps up and down his shaft. Gathering his precum that’s collected from simply listening to her, his hand on her chin had made its way into her hair and his other grips her hip tighter than ever before.

“I want to fuck all day long,” she whispers, leaning in more and brushing her bottom lip against his, “I want you to come and find me when you’re bored and just bend me over and take me, I want to just sit on your lap while to read and ride you, I want to fall asleep with you deep inside me and wake up full of your cum.”

He tosses his head back against the wall, groaning as she slows her movements. She drags her hand up, squeezing at the head as he thrusts back into her hand, all she can think about is how good it’s going to be when he’s pushing inside of her, not just in her fist.

“Does it feel good, daddy?” She teases him again, “are you thinking about my tight little pussy? Hmm?”

“Gonna cum,” he whispers.

“I don’t think that's how you ask.”

His hips sputter as he fucks her hand, “please, mommy?”

It’s so unexpectedly hot she clenches around nothing, aching for him with how horny she is, she drops to the floor, wrapping her mouth around the head, he cums within seconds. She pumps every last drop onto her tongue before standing and connecting their mouths once more, swapping his cum back into his own mouth, but he doesn’t swallow.

He simply picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, pulling her jeans and panties down and off one leg to expose her dripping pussy. He lifts her hips and spreads her open, running a finger over her clit before spitting his own cum into her.

It’s such a sight, she gasps at the feeling. It’s so hot and wet and then he’s pushing it in with two fingers and fucking them into her. Rubbing her clit at the same time, she cums by surprise, it’s so intense all she can do is grip her breasts and wrap her legs around him for support. She trembles, moaning and whining as he keeps going, curling his fingers just right to rub her g-spot and keep the sensation roaring as long as she lets him.

She lives in the feeling as long as possible before it starts to get to be too much, “okay,” she’s breathless and exhausted, lying there with her eyes closed when he pulls his fingers out of her, falling asleep from how relaxed her whole body is.

—

Spencer was in her bathroom brushing his teeth for the night while she slipped into her PJs.

She felt giddy, like a kid on Christmas Eve, thinking about how exciting tomorrow would be that the prospect of sleeping seemed almost impossible. She couldn’t wait to hold him and snuggle him and feel the way he kisses her shoulder when he rolls over. She loves him so much that sleeping beside him is almost more important to her than anything else they do together.

Because when he sleeps, his guard is down. When he sleeps beside someone, it’s because he’s truly and fully safe with them. He’s told her about all the people he’s slept with, how many of them didn’t stay the night and how many he’s walked out on. She knows he’s not a fan of sleepovers from his childhood and he’s never been in a long-term relationship to even consider sharing a bed with someone before her.

In the beginning, he didn’t want to sleep beside her because he knew he’d catch feelings, she understood and so they bought a pull-out couch for her apartment. He would sleep in her living room and she would lay awake in her bed thinking about how much better it would be if she could cuddle with him until she drifted off to sleep.

She crawls into her bed and watches the bathroom door as she rubs hand lotion into her skin, hoping he actually comes back to her like he promised and doesn’t retreat to the living room. She smiles at him when the door opens and his sight goes right to her wrists as she smoothes the lotion over her skin.

“I forgot to give you your present today,” he gasps and rushes to his suit jacket in the closet.

He comes back to bed with another box, “how much jewellery are you going to buy me?”

“Two more of the gifts are jewellery,” he smiles as he opens the box for her.

It’s a silver bracelet with diamonds and Rubys in a heart shape, like the necklace in pretty woman turned into a bracelet. It’s so pretty she doesn’t know how to react, “you’re crazy, you know that?”

He nods with a smile, “crazy for you.”

“Don’t,” she raises her brows with her pointer finger raised, shushing him. “You know what being all lovey-dovey does to me, and I'm tired.”

It makes him laugh, “I’m just going to leave this on the dresser.”

She takes it from him and stops him from getting up, “no, I’ll just leave it on here, just get into bed, please?” She moves it to her night table and pulls the sheets back so he can get into bed with her. She turns off the lamp on her night table and watches him lay back on his side of the bed.

She snuggles into his chest and places her face in the crook of his neck. Holding him as close as humanly possible, he smells like home and safety.

“I love you so much, Spencer,” she whispers it, feeling very needy and emotional and she has no idea why.

He simply kisses the top of her head while soothing his hand over her back, “I love you just as much, Y/N.”

It was rare for them to use each other's real names, so much of their time together was spent in silence but when it wasn’t, they referred to each other with a long list of different pet names. It made it less personal, it kept their real lives separate and created a world where they just existed with each other.

A world where he wasn’t Spencer Reid with 3 PH.D.s, a drug problem and a sick mother. When he was with her he was just a guy who liked to explore. He was her buddy who took her to museums and concerts, he was her daddy who held her hand when they walked to the park together to play chess, he was her sweetheart on nights when he cried and needed some love.

Tonight he’s just Spencer.

He’s everything he’s been before and nothing like his old self all at the same time. He’s constantly having a breakthrough, he’s broken through ceilings of grief and trauma, grown past the names he’s been called and adjusted to the fact this is how his life is and he's not as evil as he thinks he is.

He’s happy and content. He’s so much different now than how he was when she met him and while he likes to thank her for that, he always had the power to get here. It was a long road to recovery, he just happened upon her on the path and brought her along for the journey and now she’s never going to leave him.

“Are you crying?” He asks, bringing her back to reality to notice that yes, she is indeed crying.

She nods and sniffles, wiping her tears with his t-shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Hey,” he pets her hair and waits for her to look up at him. “What do you say when I apologize for crying?”

“Don’t apologize, your feelings are important to feel so you can move past them,” she whispers the mantra her parents raised her on, something that really helped him.

“I'm not crying because I’m hurting,” she whispers. “I’m crying because you’re not anymore.”

“What?”

She realizes it comes out weird, “I’m proud of you, and I’m happy that I get to love you now.”

“How long have you loved me?” There’s a small sadness in his voice like he wishes he could have moved faster for her.

“Since you told me you’d help me get my book published just for going to museums with you,” she whispers, “because you saw me as talented and worthy of greatness and you wanted to help me succeed instead of wanting to pay me to suck your dick in a more legal way.”

“I was in it for a friend,” he’s said it before, “it was easier to pay someone to hang out with me than stumble across someone who would understand me this well.”

“I can’t imagine you just going to a park and striking up conversations with someone,” she laughs, “I think it was just meant to happen like this.”

He sighs, “I’d do it again.”

“What?” She’s too tired and sad to follow his train of thought.

“I’d go through all the pain and trauma again, exactly the same way if it brings me right back here. Right to you.”

She pulls back from his neck and connects her lips to his faster than ever before, kissing him deeply as she cries again.

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips between kisses, he whispers it right back.

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AAAAHHH. @catchinglikekerosene thank you for this ask. As you can see, I got FAR too extra and had FAR too much fun! But what better way to start off the long (but NOT-celebratory) weekend in the good ol-USA. Thank you for the much-needed fun distraction!

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Casey) Rating: Mature (M) Warnings: Check out the title. Words: 1532 Summary: Casey and Ethan are enjoying a quiet evening at home, excited about having some time off together. When Casey came across this blank bingo card on a friend's social media post, she knew what they were going to do. (You know Ethan is going to be thrilled, right? lol) A/N: This takes place 6 months after they're married, about a year after they're official, and about 4 years since they met. It wasn't going to be a full-blown fic, but here we are lol Their bingo card answers can be found below in the text.

@choicesjuly2022challenge - Day 30 - Hot Tub

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS.

It was a very special and rare evening in the Ramsey household. Eight-thirty on a Friday night, Ethan and Casey were both home, settled in, and ready to enjoy a three-day weekend together. Casey stopped at the liquor store on the way home and splurged on an expensive bottle of wine to celebrate. When her husband told her he would figure out a way for them to get this time together, she swore it was impossible, but here they were.

They decided to make it a mini staycation. They'd enjoy their home, where they didn't get to spend nearly enough time, and maybe play tourists in Boston. It would be so nice to take in some local sites and restaurants, but that was for tomorrow. Tonight, Ethan prepared a meal that would rival any gourmet chef. Their only definitive plans were the aforementioned bottle of wine, soothing music, and, after some time to unwind before a nice soak in the tub together. And they both knew where that would likely lead.

Ethan was overjoyed with the start of their mini-escape. Reclined comfortably in his favorite chair, he had the latest edition of the New England Journal of Medicine in his hand. He replaced his wine with a snifter of brandy he reserved for special occasions. And what could be more special than this? Three days and four nights of unadulterated bliss with his beautiful wife? Then, if the gods hadn’t smiled upon him enough already, he won the music coin toss! So instead of enduring Taylor Swift, the sounds of Mozart's String Quartet No. 14 wafted through the condo. It was near perfection.

But it seemed all good things must come to an end. Irritation coursed through him when his phone began to chime. Instinctively, he went to answer but was proud of himself when he refrained. He promised Casey no phones this evening, and both Harper and Tobias reminded him the world continued without him; they had it under control. So imagine his shock when Casey burst into the room, demanding he answer.

"What? Why?" he protested, tossing the paper to his lap. "Is it an emergency? Tobias screwed something up, didn't he?"

Casey looked up from her phone, confused, then a crooked smile appeared on her lips.

"No, silly! But God, now I wish I would have made something up to tease you. But the call’s not work. It’s me. Check your phone. I sent you something!"

"Oh," he opened his messages and looked at his phone in bewilderment, then… “You are joking, right?”

“Nope! Not at all.”

“Casey. You are aware that we’re middle-aged adults….”

“Hey! You’re middle-aged, buddy. Slow your roll. That’s what I get for marrying an old man,” she winked.

Ethan removed his glasses with an exaggerated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“This is what I get for marrying an adolescent.”

“Hey!” Casey complained as she threw herself in his lap.  “I am not an adolescent.”

“No,’ he grinned wickedly, “and I am not an old man. But what on earth has led you to believe I have any desire or inclination to spend my night filling out a sex bingo card?”  

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “it’ll be fun.”

Ethan eyed it suspiciously. “Are we supposed to answer as a couple or individually?”

“Both! I want to know just how depraved you were… or weren’t… before I came into your life.”

“And why would we want to know about past exploits.”

“Because, believe it or not, neither of us came to each other as virgins. I know, “ she gasped in mock horror, “You’re shocked!”

She snuggled closer to him, then stood up to sit on the couch. 

“Come on, this is for fun. Stop being such a grump and play along. Besides, maybe we’ll get all worked up, which would be to our mutual benefit.”

“Hmm, all you have to do is breathe for me to get all worked up… but fine.  Let’s do this.”

“Awww! You’re so sweet!”

“Naveen counseled me. Happy wife, happy life.”

“But Naveen isn’t married?”

“Exactly, he never mastered it. So it all falls on me.”

“Oh, boy…” Casey sighed.  “OK. Just mark it up on your phone.  No peeking at each other’s answers until we’re done!”

“Is that all,” Ethan smirked, moving to sit on the other side of the couch.  “I had no idea that marrying you would require me to fill out so many ‘Cosmo surveys’.”

“Well, you should have.  It was in the vows. Now, concentrate!”

The two of them studied their phones, with Ethan finishing in just three minutes.  He wouldn’t admit it, but he spent the next two wondering why Casey needed additional time.  Then, the moment of truth arrived, and they shared their answers side by side. 

(Blue Heart - Ethan did it.  Pink Heart - Casey did it.  Gold check - they did it. :) ) 

“Well, good,” Ethan said with more relief than he expected, “we each got bingo once. You didn't beat me.”

“I don’t think that’s the purpose here,” she laughed as she counted. “Oh my gosh! We both got eighteen hearts!”

“Mmm, yes, it appears we did. But I see they don’t all overlap. Can we review so I can learn what unwanted images will now be seared in my mind forever?”

“Would you stop!” she laughed with a shove to his shoulder. “Let’s compare… oh,” she giggled, “the plane and the hot tub….”

“Mmmmm…” Ethan smiled, his mind suddenly a thousand miles away. “Hawaii was a great trip, wasn’t it?”

“Wait, it took us two trips to Hawaii to cross those both off our list. You wussed out on the plane to Inez’s wedding.” 

“Yes, and luckily for me, well, luckily for both of us actually, I survived our hot tub experience on our first trip there.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Casey demurred. “I remember that being just delightful.”

“Yes, for you.  Perhaps it may have been a little better for me if I had had a snorkel,” he leered at Casey, “but I didn’t.”

“Oh,” she said, rubbing his head, “the lengths you will go to please me, dear. And you wonder why I love you so much.”

“I’m hoping that’s not the only reason.”

“It’s not!”

“Hey, wait,” Ethan said, pointing to a square. “We both have sex in the backyard circled, but we never….”

“Nope, we never. Mine was at a friend's party during college. It was the only place we could get any privacy. You?”

“Also during college, I got exactly 17 mosquito bites. I’m never doing it again.”

“Ouch! Dare I ask where?”

“Please, don’t,” he laughed. “Well, the ‘with a friend part’ clearly wasn’t with each other.”

“I mean, it could have been. We weren't really' together' the first few times we did it.”

“Yeah, but you were always much more than a friend to me, Rookie.” 

“Awww.  See, I told you this would be fun.”

“It’s only fun because I’m blocking the pictures of you having sex with friends who aren’t me out of my mind.” 

“OK… next question. You’ve never done it on a staircase?”

“Am I missing something?”

“Yeah! OK, we’ll be doing that this weekend.”

“Casey, we live in a one-floor condo?”

“Mmm-hmm.  In the penthouse. So we should remain unbothered if we do it on the fire stairs and stop acting like we haven’t crossed off the ‘in public’ box together!”

“Fair enough,” Ethan sighed, looking over their phones. “You know, I’d be happy to help you add ‘in a tent’ to your list.”

“Do you really want to revisit the mosquito issue, dear?”

“Mmm. You have a point.”

“If you want to tick things off the list, how about I blindfold you tonight instead?”

“Absolutely not. Watching that gorgeous face come undone is probably the second-best thing ever to happen to me. If you think I’m missing that any time I have the opportunity, you’re crazy.”

“Well, I still like the blindfold.”

“And I’m so glad you do, he smirked.  

They silently looked over the remaining answers.

“We’ve done well!” Casey cheered.  “The only other one I’m missing is on a mountain top with a view. I think we could attain that in the car and avoid risking the West Nile virus.  What do you think?”

“A ride through the Berkshires this weekend sounds delightful. Now, just one question.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you have an asterisk on ‘with 2 people at once’?”

“Oh, that!” She giggled.  “That was only in an alternate universe.”

“An alternate universe?”

“Yes. I told you about it! Remember that dream I had?”

“Oh, no!”  Ethan said, throwing his phone into his pocket.  “No, no, no! I have blocked that from my mind forever!”

“Why?” Casey giggled, “You were amazing in it.”

“Casey….” he warned.

“What? I’m just saying you were! I can’t help if….”

Before Casey could say any more, Ethan was on top of her, lavishing her with deep, passionate kisses.

“Not another word out of you,” he teased.  “Now, take off your clothes.”

“I told you this would get us all worked up,” she giggled

“NOW, Rookie!”

“Oooh.  Yes, sir…” she purred, eagerly complying with his demands.  “But just you wait to see what kind of quizzes I’ll have us taking tomorrow.”

______ A/N 2: A little nod to the AU Their Plus One in here.  lol  Yes, they have had a threesome - but not in their headcanon. LOL 

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Always You | JJK (Three)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 10.4k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?),oc and jungkook being adorable bffs, shady tae, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, mentions of sex, vaginal intercourse, hickeys, orgasms,

Notes: I actually really enjoyed writing this part! Where’s my bff for bff bubble bath? Lmaaoo. Anyway, thanks again for taking the time to read. Don’t forget to send me an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or if you just want to chat about the story!

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“You want me to what now?” your voice is unnecessarily high pitched.

“Meet my parents.” Taehyung gives you that awkward Chrissy Teigen meme smile. “Listen—I know it sounds crazy and horrifying but they’re really nice…”

“But why?”

“It’s my fault…I didn’t consider having my sister on social media…and I keep posting you and she told my parents and they’re real excited about me having a girlfriend…and I don’t want to crush them.”

You and Taehyung are seated on your living room couch, enjoying a lazy Thursday afternoon after classes. He brings his cup of water to his lips and takes some generous gulps.

“Listen, y/n I will literally pay another month’s worth of coffee…please just think about it.”

More free coffee? Fuck, that’s kind of a steal considering how expensive that shit is and you no doubt have an addiction.

“…fine…” you say hesitantly, “when?”

“Really?” Taehyung lights up like a spot light, “Well, I was thinking this weekend?”

“T-This weekend? That soon? Which day?”

Taehyung showcases a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his neck, a habit of his no doubt.

“Like, the whole weekend.”

Your eyebrows crawl to the top of your head as you gape at him, “What do you mean?”

“Like, we would get there in time for dinner on Friday, then stay all day Saturday and leave Sunday morning before they leave for church. Unless you wanna go to church with th—”

“No, not really.” You run your fingers through your long strands, “Holy shit, okay we are doing this.” You nod to yourself, “What’s our story? You know they’re going to ask.”

“Huh? Uh…just the truth. I met you through Jungkook and we hit it off and we started dating.”

You sigh to yourself, wishing that were actually true.

“Just be yourself, y/n.” Taehyung smiles at you. You beam back at him, and his boxy smile only grows wider. “They’ll like you, it’s not that hard to…” his hand reaches for yours, your palms are a bit sweaty since you are feeling like a nervous wreck at the thought of meeting his parents.

Suddenly, the front door swings open and in comes your best friend (who is still mad at you). He walks in slowly eyeing the two of you on the sofa. He notices Taehyungs hand wrapped around yours and Taehyung quickly pulls away. Jungkook takes a look at your face, you’re lost in thought, nibbling on your bottom lip.

Jungkook is yes, still mad at you but also, since he jacked it to your face he is being a little nicer. But as much as he has tried not to have those type of thoughts of you before, it’s not like he hasn’t. So, he’s gotten good at pretending all is well.

“What’s with her?” Jungkook pries, walking closer to the sofa.

“Noth—”

“I’m meeting Tae’s parents.” You cut in to say.

Jungkook’s brows crease as he looks between you and Taehyung. He shakes his head in disbelief, stepping closer to the two of you.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jungkook mutters under his breath. “You’re going this far?” now Jungkook’s face is tilted towards Taehyung. “Why are you going this far dude?” Taehyung stands to his feet, “I—”

“No man, you’ve already dragged her into your shit and now you want her to what, meet your parents?” Jungkook’s voice rises in volume and you start to feel uneasy. Taehyung shakes his head, “Jungkook—”

“End this.” Jungkook spits out, getting in Taehyungs face. “How is this fair for her…”

You stand up too, your hand pulling him back by the shoulder. “Jungkook stop.” Your voice is unusually calm.

“I’m helping Tae out because we’re friends and also, ya know, free coffee.” Jungkook turns to face you, his teeth gritting in frustration.

“You have no idea what you’re doing.” Jungkook whispers. And with that he takes one more look at Taehyung, shakes his head in disapproval and walks off towards his room.

You and Taehyung continue to stand there in silence, you feel embarrassed because of Jungkook’s actions and ashamed you didn’t do more to stop him. Taehyung on the other hand looks completely defeated.

“I’m sorry about Jungkook I don’t know why he—”

“I should go,” Taehyung cuts you off, he gives you a weak smile before grabbing his things and heading towards the door.

“Are we still on for this weekend?” you sway from side to side, feeling as awkward as you probably look.

Taehyung doesn’t answer right away, instead he rubs the back of his neck with a frown decorating his face. Finally, he meets your eyes and offers another weak smile.

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 4 tomorrow.” He doesn’t wait for a response as he is already walking out the door, closing it softly behind him.

You’re left alone in the living room with nothing but a cold, empty couch and your million racing thoughts. Why is Jungkook so against you and Tae? Maybe Jungkook is afraid that you’ll become so close with Tae that he thinks you’ll replace him…but you know in your heart of hearts Jungkook is irreplaceable. Why can’t Jungkook understand that? You haven’t been spending as much time with him lately and maybe that’s the problem. What can’t a drunken slumber party not solve?

You knock on his door, waiting for a ‘come in’ but it never comes. So you knock again. And again. Until finally Jungkook swings open the door with a frustrated sigh and pained look on his face.

“Look, before you scold me—”

“Actually, I had an idea.” You say quickly.

“Oh?” Jungkook’s features relax.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had one of our BFF slumber parties.” You slant your head to the side, a sly smile forming on your lips.

Jungkook stares at you for a few seconds before his eyes fill with something interesting.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “it’s been a while.”

“What do you say? Tonight? Me and you? Wine? Anime? Video games? BFF bubble bath?”

“Wow, you want the works.” Jungkook grins. “But you realize I’m still…” he takes a deep breath when he notices your worried, pleading eyes. “Step into my office and we can discuss the details.” He says, opening his door wider, inviting you inside.

His room looks clean besides the few articles of clothing scattered on the ground. He has a scented candle going and LoFi music playing lowly on his speakers. Lofi and candle? He only has that combo when he’s stressed and trying to calm down.

You take a seat on the edge of his made bed, and Jungkook follows you, also taking a seat on his bed next to you.

“14% and up only for the wine.” He states.

“Agreed. Action or horror for the anime.” You pitch in.

“Agreed. Mario Kart for the video game.”

“Agreed. Life altering secrets only for BFF Bubble Bath.”

Jungkook chews on his lips as he thinks of your request. “Okay.”

You clap your hands excitedly for tonight, your chest bubbling with happiness. This is what you and Jungkook need.

~~~~~~

Jungkook is even more excited for BFF slumber party night than you are. He’s missed you. There’s been a real disconnect with the two of you lately and thinks tonight is exactly what the two of you need. He is just coming home from buying 4 bottles of 16% wine and lots of snacks. He got the salty, the sweet and the sour. Feeling proud of his choices, he sets the groceries down and calls for you.

You walk out from the bathroom with a facemask glued to your face with another packet in your hand,

“For you, sir.”

Jungkook chuckles as he grabs the pack from your hands, “Okay, I’ll go put this on, while you pour us some wine.” He nods towards the bottles.

You happily oblige. You grab the cork screw from its designated place in the kitchen drawer and begin to open the first bottle of wine. It opens smoothly, without a hitch.

“Wow…engineering is amazing.” You whisper to yourself in awe.

“What’s amazing?” Jungkook walks into the kitchen, you take a long look at his appearance. The white facemask making him look like a ghost.

“Your face.” You chuckle, a finger going up to touch the material on his skin.

You twirl to face the kitchen cabinets and pull out two wine glasses for you and your BFF and poor a gracious amount of wine in each. You hand him the glass and you clank the glasses together in cheers.

“To us.” You chirp happily, chugging back a gulp of your drink.

Jungkook just watches as you wince at the disgusting flavor and cackles to himself before taking a sip of his own drink.

The two of you grab the bottle of wine and your glasses and make your way into the living room.

“Alright we go by the normal house rules, whichever place you get is how many seconds you chug your drink.” You explain.

“Are you talking to an imaginary audience y/n? I already know the rules.” Jungkook teases.

“I was just trying to get the competitive mood going.” You poke your tongue out, Jungkook is quick to try to grab it between his fingers.

“Ugh, you are so gross.” You groan.

“You love it.” Jungkook smiles so wide his eyes begin to disappear. “Well, let’s play!”

One thing you absolutely can’t stand but also completely adore about Jungkook is that he is a sore loser. And also an ungracious fucking winner.

“You SUCK!” Jungkook cackles obnoxiously in your face, “Like I hope you enjoy chugging for five—no, SIX seconds you mother fuckin loser.” He continues to laugh loudly much to your annoyance but a part of you feels warm that he is having so much fun. You haven’t seen him laugh like this in weeks.

“Okay I get it.” You roll your eyes so far back into your head all you see is whites.

This was the 3rd time in a row you’re getting 6th place, your vision is started to blur at the amount of alcohol you’ve chugged. But only a little, nothing you can’t handle.

“Okay y/n let’s stop now, we can watch some anime while we order some pizza?” he grins your way. “I vote Tokyo ghoul. And the rule is we drink every time Kaneki is fucking cry baby.”

“Well damn, guess we’re getting fucked up.” You declare. You and Jungkook laugh to yourselves at the thought.

The show is on, pizza has been ordered. Life is good. You sneak a glance at Jungkook as he pays attention to the show on screen. You smile when he smiles, you smile when he laughs, you smile when he pouts. Jungkook finally manages to notice you staring at him and snaps his head to you.

“What?” he asks with a toothy grin.

“Nothing…” you sing, your bright smile rivaling the light coming from the TV.

It’s been several hours, two medium pizzas have been demolished, 4 wine bottles have been drank and lots of anime has been watched. You and Jungkook sit on the sofa wrapped in blankets, neither one of you wanting to get up to turn the fan off.

“So cold.” You slur.

“Come closer.” Jungkook slurs back.

“Or we can warm up with BFF Bubble Bath?” you offer, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jungkook zones out for a second, thinking of your request.

“Been a while since we had one of those, huh?” he finally says something.

“yeah, which is a real shame, isn’t it? I mean, we literally get into our swim suits, draw a hot bubble bath, get in sitting opposite of each other and tell each other our secrets, our hopes and dreams. Then we make a wish that the other person HAS to support and we can’t tell anyone else or else it won’t come true.” You mumble mostly to yourself.

“y/n…once again are you speaking to an imaginary audience?” he chuckles, “I know what a BFF Bubble Bath is.”

“Then hurry up and draw that bubble bath mister know it all.”

Jungkook stares at himself in the mirror, he’s got on his red swim trunks. His hair is a fucking mess, and his eyes are giving away how intoxicated he is but he’s got this dopey smile on his face that he decides is a good look on him. He looks happy. He feels happy.

You walk into the bathroom and eye your best friend. You can’t help but drop your gaze to his thighs, God, you love when he wears tight pants or shorts.

“What’s up buff guy?” you tease, grabbing a hold of his bicep.

“Shut up” Jungkook shudders from your touch. Then he takes one long look at you and he wants to faint. You’re also wearing a red swim suit, it’s one of those strapless kind. The two of you eye each other up and down, observing your matching swim suits and shoot each other some finger guns.

“hehe…well, shall we?” you say, gesturing towards the bubble filled tub.

Jungkook nods his head yes and motions for you to step in first.

The water is hotter than you are expecting, your toes wet with lava. But it’s just how you like it, you have both legs in as you begin to sink deeper into the bubbled water.

“come on in” you wave Jungkook over, he drunkenly stumbles forward until he’s wincing at the hot water that meets his skin.

“You’re really the queen of Hell if this temperature is enjoyable to you.” He deadpans.

“Why thank you, does that make you my loyal servant?”

“ha-ha.”

You and Jungkook stare at each other for a while, enjoying the drunken haze.

“So anything new going on with you?” you begin to pry.

You prying is never a good thing but you can never help yourself. His past is such a mystery to you and it drives you nuts. You’re supposed to be best friends yet he can’t even tell you about his parents without it getting real awkward. He knows all about your family history, but all you know about his is that his dad cheated the whole marriage and his mom finally left him for it—leaving Jungkook behind as well. You understand why it must be hard to talk about but...doesn’t he want to confide in you? You of all people?

“Not really.” Jungkook fingers play with the bubbles at his chest.

“Any girls? Like not just hookups but—”

“Don’t worry about that.”

Such a fucking Jungkook thing to say, it’s always ‘don’t worry about that y/n’ and never ‘let me actually tell you some real information y/n’.

“Jungkook,” you wine into the bubbles.

“Hm?”

“Don’t you have a girl you like???” and suddenly drunk y/n doesn’t want to know this answer. Would sober you?

Jungkook looks down at his wrinkling hands and doesn’t know what to say. Does he?

“No.” is the answer he settles for. And suddenly relief is washed over you.

You want to ask him the thing you are most curious about—his family. But he has said it a million times to you every time he’s asked—its ‘a touchy subject’.

“Ask about it.” He suddenly says, “I know you want to.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, yes indeed I have no clue.” You slur.

“Y/N.” he warns.

“Fine…when’s the last time you talked to your dad? I know he made mistakes…but I also know he has tried reaching out to you over and over. He calls almost every day Jungkook! Maybe he’s changed. I know your mom left because of everything and you blame your d—”

“Mom…” he begins to cut you off. You notice his eyes gloss over and you feel your heart drop. Jungkook rarely cries and rarely cries in front of anyone. Then he’s clearing his throat, “You’re right. Moms not in the picture anymore and I do blame dad.”

“I hate that your mom left you Jungkook…” you say softly. “She’s the worst for that,”

“You have no idea.” Jungkook breathes out. “Let’s change the subject, please.”

“But—”

“Please, y/n.” his eyes are pleading and you feel your heart drop again. You wonder if he will ever be ready to talk about it.

“Actually…” he awkwardly plays with the bubbles in front of his chest, “There’s something I want to say.”

“What is it?” you can’t help but feel anxious all the sudden.

Jungkook avoids your eyes as he plays with the bubbles, he takes a few deep breaths before lifting his head.

“I’m sorry.”

You tilt your head, “Sorry for what?”

“I’ve…” Jungkook scrunches his face up, contemplating what to say. “I’ve been really unfair to you. I should of never treated you this way…I don’t know what came over me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was hurt, yes, that you chose Taehyung over me but since the beginning I’ve been such an asshole. Fuck, y/n…” his voice cracks, “I’m so sorry. I just wish I could…” he pauses, shaking his head. “No, it’s nothing. I just hope you’ll be careful with Taehyung.” He shakes his head again, “Oh my god, I am so selfish.” He laughs pathetically. “I’m sorry…”

You stay quiet for several moments, you want to agree with him. Yeah it was fucked up what you did, but he wasn’t any better this whole time.

“Why were you such an asshole?” you finally ask.

“Don’t worry about it y/n.” GOD DAMN. You are tired of that response!

You scoff, “And why are you so wary of Taehyung? I don’t get it!”

“Can you just trust me? Please?”

“I’ll just trust my own judgment for now…”

“y/n…” then he is looking into your eyes more seriously, “I’m sorry.”

You bite your lip as you think about his apology. Is he sorry? By the looks of it, yes. But he was so childish…you decide to grab his hand and play with his fingers. He stares down at your hands and smiles softly.

“Will you behave?” you tease lightly. Your fingers weaving through his. He looks up at you with his big doe eyes and nods his head slowly.

“Yes.”

“Then I will forgive you for now but you’re on thin fucking ice, buddy.”

Jungkook can’t help but laugh a little. “Yes mam.”

“Fine!” you say clasping your hands together, “Secret time!”

“Oh great,” Jungkook chuckles. “You first”

“Okay, hmmmmm.” You hold your chin up in deep thought. “Okay I got one I have never told you.” You grin mischievously.

“Okay, go for it.”

“When I was really drunk I most definitely made out with Trina.”

“Yeah, I was there. I’m the one who told you that you should kiss her. I said kiss though, like a peck. But your ass added tongue and all.”

“Wait what? Why would you tell me to do that!”

“I thought it would be hot.” He shrugs.

“Wack.” You slap his hand, “Your turn.”

“Ummm…” Jungkook leans back in the tub, “I’m the one who told Jimin to dare me to kiss you our freshmen year.” Jungkook says just above a whisper. He’s been holding in that secret for 3 years.

“Wait, what?” you ask, totally off guard.

“Yeah.” Is all he responds with.

“You wanted to kiss me back then?”

“Wasn’t it obvious considering how things escalated…”

Your eyes expand in size, the memory of that night flashing in your mind.

“We agreed to never talk about it, ya know, to save our friendship and what not.” You point out.

The bubbles cover your bathing suit perfectly so little was left to the imagination. Jungkook keeps eyeing the swell of your breasts and the pop of your collarbones, you look naked if he has to be honest. And if he has to be honest it was starting to turn him on. Should that be a secret he shares?

“Jungkook?” you say for the 4th time trying to get him out of whatever drunken daze he was in.

“Huh?” he comes back down to earth. “What did you say?”

“I said, what are your dreams?”

“You know them already,” he shrugs.

“Video editor still?”

“Yeah. Maybe Director.” He smiles timidly, “What about yours?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Well, you’re in school for marketing. So something with that?”

“I just chose that because I know I can find a job in the field.” You sigh.

Jungkook studies your features, you look troubled. He leans forward to grab your hands again and says , “Whatever you wanna do, you’ll be great at it,”

You crease your brows together and a pout forms on your lips, “You think so?”

“I know so.”

The two of you smile at one another until you break the silence, “Its getting too hot we should get out soon.”

“Agreed.” Jungkook nods his head.

“Alright let’s make our wishes that we MUST support.” You stick your pinky out for Jungkook to take, “I’ll go first.” Then you become shy with your next words, “I wish Taehyung would feel the same way about me I do about him.”

Jungkook’s smile falters but he takes your pinky anyway.

“My turn…I just…I wish you will be happy.”

You widen your eyes, “Wow,” you say, “What a selfless wish. You shouldn’t waste it on me!”

“It’s my greatest wish right now though…” he slurs his words.

You can’t help but smile as you take his pinky in promise.

Now in some fresh pajamas, you and Jungkook both stand in front of his bedroom door. The two of you are pretty damn drunk but holding it together quite nicely. He sways from side to side with that bunny smile and you can’t help but lean in for a hug. He takes a moment but he hugs you back. You pull away much too quickly for his liking.

“Hey y/n…”

“Yeah?”

Jungkook clears his throat a few times, his eyes darting all around the place, “Could you ever…hate me?”

“Never.” You answer quickly.

Jungkook is hit with a wave of guilt, a wave so big it comes crashing and knocking him down.

“Would if…no, never mind.”

“Never.” You say again.

Jungkook’s smiles fades a bit before a new smile takes over.

“I understand. Goodnight y/n.” and he leans down and places a kiss on your cheek. “sleep well.”

Fire. You feel the burn of fire. His kiss lingered for a second too long because you are burning. His kiss was scorching hot and you can’t help but melt from the heat. You are left speechless. From a kiss on the cheek.How did a kiss on the mother fucking cheek have you reacting this way?

“G-Goodnight Jung—” but the door is already softly closing in your face before you can finish your sentence.

~~~~~

The sun is coming through the blinds in the most offending way, you want to open your eyes and start the day but you just cannot. You have a raging headache from all the wine you quickly drank and you come to accept your fate—you’re hungover. As hell. You crack one eye open to see the time on the clock: 1:52pm

Immediately you sit up in bed, realizing you have slept way too long. How late did you and Jungkook stay up last night? Oh, last night. You smile softly at the memories of the night before. It was a perfect BFF slumber party. You haven’t seen Jungkook that happy in a while and you wonder if the same goes for you.

But then reality sets in—Taehyung is going to be here in 2 hours and you haven’t even thought about what you’re packing for your trip. You still need to eat, shower and get ready. You begin to mentally pack for your trip when you hear a single knock on your door before its opening up and a wild Jungkook appears.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He says with his signature bunny grin on his face.

“Jungkook! Help me pack!” you jump out of bed and walk to your closet, dragging out an oversized overnight bag.

“Like, parent appropriate clothes—I am freaking out by the way. I am meeting Tae’s parents and would if they don’t like me?”

“Relax, relax.” Jungkook walks inside your closet, bringing out a few clothing options. “They’re going to love you.”

“Do you…” you chew on your bottom lip, “Do you think your parents would have loved me?” you ask cautiously.

Jungkook freezes. He is silent for several long moments, making you believe you should not have asked that. But then he turns to face you with a strange smile, “Mom and dad would have adored you.” Then he pats your shoulder. “I put in some good options by the way.” He says pointing to the bag.

“Oh thanks.” You say totally caught off guard. “Okay I’m going to shower can you please, pretty please make me something to eat? I will love you forever.”

“You already love me forever.” Jungkook states matter of fact. “But sure, but don’t blame me if you don’t like what I make.”

“Oh god, you’re making me instant ramen aren’t you?”

“Love you.” He says, walking out of your room.

~~~~~~

“I made a playlist for our drive.” Taehyung hands you his phone, “It’s called ‘Meet the Parents’” he laughs to himself, pointing at the playlist on the screen for you to click.

“The first song is called ‘Please love me’ by Colde” you chuckle, “You think you are funny, don’t you?”

“Maybe a little” he smirks. “But really, relax. My parents are chill, they’re gonna like you, I promise.

“Well, we have a 2 hour drive Tae Tae.” Taehyung blushes hard at the nickname and for once it does not go unnoticed by you.

“I have a question for you y/n…”

You quirk a brow at his curiosity, “What is it?”

“How do you have the opportunity to fake date me? Like, don’t you have someone you like or guys chasing after you?”

“Oh I don’t have much luck with that.” You answer honestly. “With dating and such.”

“And why’s that?” he pries deeper.

“To be honest most guys I have dated end up dumping me if I don’t…”

“Don’t what?”

You grip your purse in your lap, your hold so tight your fingers become sore.

“Dump Jungkook.” You breathe out, “They were always so jealous of him…and… gave me a choice. Them or him,” you pick at the material of your purse, “I always chose Jungkook.” You huff, “Besides I didn’t like those guys that much anyway.”

Taehyung is quietly listening to you, nodding his head at your words. Once at a stop light he turns to face you,

“Yet when I asked you to dump Jungkook, you did.” He points out in a hushed tone.

“I…” you pause, thinking carefully on what to say. “I guess I did.”

Taehyung smiles. But it isn’t his boxy grin, it’s an odd smile. You become anxious, “But it’s more complicated than that.”

“Right.” Taehyung says before facing the road again, accelerating through the green light.

“How did you and Jungkook becomes so close anyway?”

You can’t help but simper.

“Well, we met at a frat party but ended up at a 24 diner until like 9 the next morning. We just—we just really hit it off. I felt like I could say or be anything in front of Jungkook and he would always just give me a silly look and accept whatever it is, whatever I am. You know when you just vibe with someone so well?” you ask, not really expecting an answer.

“Well that was us. We could say anything and still always want to continue the conversation. We ended up taking some of the same classes and studied together then that turned into regular hang outs and then it was like bam—I was with him almost every day.” You smile fondly at the memories.

Taehyung glances at you, he wears a sad smile as he asks, “Have either of you ever caught feelings for the other?”

You choke on the air around you, “What?” then that night from freshmen year flashes in your mind, “No…no.” you say trying to convince him, or is it to convince yourself?

The next few minutes are pretty quiet during the drive, but nothing awkward. You unzip your purse to pull out your phone to see you have unread messages from Jimin.

Jimin 5:30pm

Hey babe, heard you were going to meet Tae’s parents

Jimin 5:31pm

How is Jungkook feeling?

y/n 5:44pm

what do u mean

Jimin 5:45pm

y/n…nothing girl

y/n 5:45pm

????

Jimin 5:46pm

It’s really nothing. Anyway

Jimin 5:46pm

You and tae huh

Jimin 5:46pm

I am happy for you and tae…if that’s what you really want

You stare down at the phone in your hands, contemplating whether to tell Jimin the truth. He is one of your best friends after all.

y/n 5:55pm

tbh with u jimin…im not really dating tae..were just pretending to get this girl off his back

Jimin 5:56pm

What???? Really?? Wait, what girl?

y/n 5:57pm

Some chick named Anna

Jimin 5:57pm

Wait…Anna…?

Incoming call: Jimin

“Are you going to answer that?” Taehyung asks from beside you.

You want to but you two are pulling into his parents drive way and you don’t want your first impression to be that you were on your phone, so you send Jimin a quick text that you can’t talk.

You and Taehyung step out of the car and his parents are already standing outside on the porch. His father has his wife in his arms, they look happy to see Taehyung—they look happy in general.

“Oh! My baby bear!” his mother strides forward until Taehyung is wrapped in her loving arms. She sways their bodies back and forth as she smiles and laughs, the joy of having her son with her evident.

Taehyungs dad is about the same, he pulls him in for a tight hug and scolds him for not visiting more. Then it is your turn. You stand there awkwardly but not for long because Taehyungs mother is embracing you all the same.

“I have seen lots of pictures of you! But you are even prettier in person!” she gushes, her hands holding yours. You can’t help the blush that creeps up on your face as she speaks to you.

“Why don’t you two come inside?” his father gestures towards the house, “We got dinner nice and hot.”

Taehyung blushes as he watches his parents interact with you, he knew they would warm up to you fast but still it makes his heart race.

Dinner goes by quickly, his parents talking a storm. They begin sharing childhood stories about Taehyung and show you baby pictures as he sits there protesting. His pouting face is so cute you could die.

“And here he is with just a towel!” his mom squeals. “But I am sure you have seen that view already.”

“mom…” Taehyung draws out the word in a whine. You just giggle as she continues to show you pictures of baby Tae Tae.

Finally, Taehyungs sister joins the party and she teases him just as much as their parents. You feel right at home with the Kim’s. They are warm and inviting and make you feel so…at peace.

“Oh!” Mrs. Kim pauses, “look at the time!” she points down at her watch that rests on her left wrist.

“It’s gotten so late, my my. Well, us old folks are heading to bed. You two should get some rest as well.” She motions towards you and Taehyung. “Taehyung can show you the room you two will be staying in.”

“Room? As in singular?” you sputter out.

“Well, we only have one room open. One bed.” She juts her lip out innocently. “I figure you two are a couple so…”

“Yeah, we will be fine.” Taehyung cuts in. “Get some rest mom…dad.” He nods towards his father.

One room? One bed? With The Kim Taehyung. Granted that yes, you have become like, friends with Tae so you are more comfortable. But to share a room? Share a bed?

You follow Tae up the stairs and down the hall to a bedroom. It has a single queen size bed in the middle of the room against the wall. You feel flustered like it’s the first time you spoke to him.

“I can sleep on the floor if you want.” Taehyung offers with a shy smile and all your worries vanish. That’s right, Taehyung is a gentlemen and you have nothing to worry about.

“No, it’s fine” you assure him, “We are adults Tae, we can share a bed.”

Your hangover still lingers and the drive is starting to take its toll, your eyes feeling heavy as sleep invites you to visit.

“Let’s sleep.” You yawn out.

Taehyung nods his head with a smile and walks towards the bathroom, “I’ll get ready for bed in here,” he motions towards the bathroom, “and you can change in here. Just let me know when you’re done.”

“Alrighty”

You fall asleep quickly, letting your dreams take over for the night.

Winter break just started and you are supposed to go see your parents but when you found out your new friend Jungkook was going to be spending the holidays alone in his dorm you just could not let that slide.

“It’s not a big deal, y/n. I’m used to it.” He states in a plain fashion.

“it IS a big deal JK. My parents can handle one Christmas without me, but I am afraid you cannot.” You say with a smirk.

“Why are you doing this for me?” Jungkook is typing away on his laptop working on a last minute assignment his professor is letting him turn in late.

“Because even though I’ve only known you for like, 4 months, you’re like my closest friend here.”

“Don’t act like you have a closer friend somewhere else”

“Why do you have to call me out like that?”

Jungkook snickers, click clacking away on his keyboard, “Finally, I’m finished.” He says closing the laptop. Jungkook looks up at you.

“Go catch your flight y/n.” he says with a soft smile.

“Not happening.” You say more seriously.

Jungkook just stares at you for a long while and you stare right back. When the two of you look into one another’s eyes it’s never weird or awkward. You always relish in it.

“You’re something else aren’t you?” he breaks into a toothy grin. “What would we do anyway?”

“We can have a slumber party? And call it BFF slumber party.”

“Sounds fun” Jungkook stands from his rolling chair and sits on the edge of his bed with you.

“You know, you might be the best friend I have ever had.” He whispers.

Christmas passes by in a flash and NYE’s is right around the corner. Your friends are going to be back for NYE’s because of all the parties that required all of your attendances.

New Year’s eve has arrived and you sit in your dorm with Trina as the two of you get ready for the night.

“I hope Stephanie is going to be there tonight…” Trina mumbles under her breath, “If not this outfit is a complete waste.”

You giggle as you apply your red lipstick in the mirror. You get a text from Jimin that he and Jungkook are already headed to the party so you rush Trina to get ready to go.

The party is booming. There are decorations everywhere, people everywhere, and drinks everywhere. You sip on a few beers, wanting to stay at least a little sober so you remember the night, and you hope Jungkook isn’t too trashed either.

Hours pass, lots of dancing goes down and more drinks go down…your throat. It was all fun and games until Jimin called for your group of friends to head to a bedroom to play an innocent game of truth or dare.

You stick to Jungkook’s side as the two of you stumble up the stairs, laughing loudly and holding hands to keep each other stable.

You all sat in a circle in the room, talking and laughing until Jimin clanked a glass with a spoon like a fancy bitch to get everyone’s attention.

“Okay first, lets start with Trina! Truth or Dare?” Jimin smirks.

“Dare, obviously.”

“Okay,” Jimin thinks for a few moments, “I dare you to flash everyone your tits.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Trina says as she quickly lifts her shirt. She was already braless. You and Jungkook cackle at the scene unfolding.

“Okay, Hobi…truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He says with an excited grin.

“Dare you to take 3 shots in a row.”

And the night went on like this until it was Jimins turn again,

“Jungkook, truth or dare?” Jimin had an evil glint in his eye, you should of known he was up to no good.

“Dare.” Jungkook says with a cocky smile.

“I dare you to kiss y/n.”

“y/n?” Taehyung shakes you a bit more, “y/n?”

“Huh?” you begin to open your eyes and take in your view. You are in a small bedroom, there are posters on the wall and a small desk next to the bedroom door. And most importantly a Kim Taehyung in front of your face.

“What…What time is it?” you ask, sleep still evident in your voice.

“9:00” he grins down at you. “We’re going strawberry picking today, get dressed!”

You rub your eyes, trying to rid yourself of the sleep that crusted them but it is no use, you are still exhausted.

“I dare you to kiss y/n.”

Why? Why did you dream that memory? You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the lingering dream in your mind. That was a long time ago, time to move on.

You quickly shower and get dressed and meet Taehyung and his parents for breakfast.

“Wow, smells good!” you inhale the air, while smiling sweetly to Mrs. Kim.

“Do you cook y/n?” she asks, looking eager to know.

“Yeah, I do. Well, sometimes.” You laugh to yourself “My roommate is useless in the kitchen so someone has to cook.”

“That’s great!” Mrs. Kim exclaims, nodding approvingly to her husband. “Taehyungs last girlfriend couldn’t even toast a poptart.” She rolls her eyes but then smiles at you again.

Last girlfriend? You don’t recall Taehyung ever having a girlfriend in the time you have known him. Must have been a while.

“Mom…” Taehyung warns,

“Oh alright, we aren’t talking about her. What was her name again?”

“Mom.”

“Okay okay.”

You awkwardly play with your fingers at their back and forth. Who was his girlfriend? Were they dating more recently? Why has the energy shifted so much in the kitchen?

“So you two are going strawberry picking huh? That’ll be fun. Be sure you bring back the reddest, juiciest ones you can find!” Mr. Kim chimes in.

You and Taehyung arrive at the strawberry farm a couple hours later, you two are some of the only people there.

“Small town.” Taehyung explains.

“More for us.” You poke your tongue out. “You must really like strawberries Tae.”

“Actually, no. I’m tired of them.” His laughter fills your ears, you watch as he sways into your side “But it’s still fun and we can take some cute pics here.”

“Yeah, true.” You try to smile brightly but fall short. “Well I’m glad we’re getting some because Jungkook eats all the damn strawberries at home!” Taehyung watches as you giggle and he frowns.

You spend time walking side by side, taking lots of photos, and enjoying one another’s company. The wonderful breeze rushes through you, making you feel alive and well.

“No way! Trina did not do that!” Taehyung laughs so hard, shaking his whole body.

“I swear! I told her she was going to get caught but that bitch does not listen to me.” You laugh alongside him.

“And I swear to you, I was not about to get caught with her so me and Jungkook ran for it. I would rather fucking die.” You laugh again.

“You don’t say that type of stuff in front of Jungkook, do you?” Taehyungs tone becomes serious, surprising you.

“What stuff?” you tilt you head in confusion.

“You know ‘wanting to die’ bullshit. He really hates that because well, you know.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t say that around him, he’s real sensitive about that for some reason.” You laugh awkwardly, swinging your arms side to side as you two walk.

“Well for good reason. Right?”

“Huh?”

“It’s nothing…” Taehyung releases a shaky breath. “It’s not my place to tell you.”

“If it’s about my best friend—”

“Sorry. Not my place.” Taehyung says more harshly. “Let’s just change the subject.”

Your mind begins racing…why is Jungkook so sensitive about that? What isn’t he telling you?

“Don’t think too much about it y/n.” Taehyung says softly. “He will tell you eventually.”

“Oh…” you bow your head down, “Okay…”

“Well, tell me more about you Tae.”

“what do you want to know?”

“let’s start with the basics! What’s your favorite color?”

Taehyung looks up at the sky and hums to himself, “I don’t have one but today maybe it’s blue.”

“You don’t have a favorite color? Why blue today?”

“The sky. It’s so pretty. I wish I could find this exact shade of blue and recreate this sky…” he sighs to himself, “But then again maybe today it’s green.” He gestures towards your top. “Because it brings out the color in your eyes.”

You pause mid walk, tilting your head up at him. “You like green today because I…I’m wearing it?”

“Is that strange?” he stops walking as well, “Because your eyes—”

“Why not choose the color of my eyes?” you tease.

“Because I like what wearing green does to them specifically.” He rubs your shoulder, “Come on, let’s keep going.”

You nod your head and the two of you continue your walk, he takes your hand in his and you smile to yourself. This feels like a real date.

“What are you most afraid of?” you feel his hand grow sweaty in your palm. “Like, for example, Jungkook doesn’t like spiders or…”

“Being left.” He blurts out. “But yeah, not a fan of spiders either.” He chuckles.

“Being left?”

Taehyung walks towards a bench and sits down, you follow his lead taking a seat close to him. He takes a few deep breaths and lowers his head.

“Imagine a parent or a significant other or even a friend…they say they love you and stuff…but then change their mind or something happens and they end up leaving. That’s what I’m most afraid of. Being left alone.”

You bite your lip, you realize he and Jungkook have this in common. Your hand rushes to find his, you gently stroke your thumb over his golden skin. “Someone would be absolutely crazy to abandon you, Taehyung.”

Surprising you, he scoffs.

“I’m serious…you are…just amazing. You’re sweet, funny, caring and kind and you make great art and you have great taste in movies…you also know the best pizza…” you continue to stroke his skin as you ramble, “You have the most genuine heart, Taehyung.”

Taehyung lifts his head to face you, he looks pained.

“y/n…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m here for you, you know?” you scoot closer to him on the bench and Taehyung leans into you.

“You’re too good to me…” Taehyung whispers so quietly you barely hear him. “You really think that of me?”

“Of course, I do. You make me feel…” the words die on your tongue when you feel Taehyung cup your jaw with his hand.

“You make me feel….too.” he whispers just loud enough that you hear him loud and clear.

Then Taehyung leans back, his hand dropping from your face, “I have to tell you something.”

“No.” you cut in. Whatever it is it can wait. Because…because you know it’s not something that will make you happy and you don’t want this weekend to be ruined. You just know.

“Tell me another time?” you lean into him, your fingers intertwining with his. “Please…”

Taehyung exhales deeply, frustration written all over his face. He turns in his seat to face you.

“Soon.” He promises.

“Ha, you sound like Jungkook.”

“Do you always find a way to talk about Jungkook?” Taehyung lifts your chin with his fingers.

“W-What?”

Taehyung looks serious for a second before he cracks a smile and laughs, “I’m just teasing you.”

~~~~~

“Wait, wait. So you’re telling me you ALSO love museums?!” Taehyung squeezes your hand in excitement.

“Yeah, they’re really interesting.” You smile.

“Oh my god, all our friends think they’re so boring. Well, Namjoon likes them. Anyway, why haven’t we gone on a museum date? I want to take you so bad now!” His eyes are shining like a child, you can’t help but adore him.

“Then let’s go sometime Tae.”

Taehyung lowers the basket he’s holding to the ground and takes your basket and sets it on the ground as well.

“I really…” Taehyung pauses, reaching his hand to grab yours. “Really had a nice time with you today.

You look down at your joined hands and smile. “Me too, Tae Tae.”

Taehyung leans over and pecks your cheek. It makes you smile.

“What was that for?” you ask shyly. “There’s no people around.” You chuckle a bit bitterly.

“Just felt like it,” his soft smile making you swoon. “Should we head back? My parents will probably be in bed by the time we make it back home.”

“Sure.”

~~~~~

The house is dark and quiet when you enter through the front door. Only the sound of the ceiling fan rotating in cold, noisy circles could be heard. It was oddly calming and made the long day catch up to you.

“Let’s get ready for bed.” Tae whispers into your ear and it tickles.

The two of you head up the flight of stairs and enter the bedroom. You take turns using the bathroom to get ready for bed, once all done you make your way under the covers and slowly close your eyes.

“y/n?”

You turn over in bed to face Taehyung, your faces just inches apart.

“Yes?” you whisper.

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this.” The guilt in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you, as usual. “I wish there was something more I could do for you…”

“You’re already buying me coffee.” You giggle.

“I want to do more,” Taehyung gulps “I want to…” he scoots even closer to you, his hot breath fanning your face. You can smell the mint from his toothpaste and his natural scent. It fills your nostrils and you suck in a sharp breath.

“You want to what?” you say with a shaky voice.

Taehyungs breathing begins to quicken, you can feel each rushed breath and you wonder what’s gotten into him.

“What do you want to do, Tae?” you ask again.

You can see Taehyungs tongue dart out to wet his lips and you can’t help but stare. His lips look so plump and delicious, you want a bite.

“I…I don’t know…” he turns to lay on his back. “Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers.

“Sure.”

“I wanted to kiss more than your cheek today.” He turns back over to his side to face you again. “Is that wrong?”

Taehyung wanted to kiss you? Like, kiss you kiss you? You feel happy, yes. But do you feel your heart racing in excitement? You don’t know.

“Tae—”

“Even now, I still want to…kiss you…” his hand brushes against the skin of your cheek and you start to feel your heart beat just a little faster. Finally…

“But,” he pulls backs, “It’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“Why would it be wrong?”

“Because…y/n…I have to tell you some—”

You quickly lean over to seal his lips with yours. Usually your kisses are short and sweet and tender but this time you use more force as you press your lips over his mouth, the kiss sloppy and heated. He instantly kisses you back with fervor, your tongue prodding its way into his mouth and he obliges in seconds, his tongue playing with yours. You moan into his mouth and Taehyungs hands are all over you, they travel into your hair, down your back, grabbing your hips and rubbing your ass.

“Tae…” you whine out

Taehyungs fingers play with the hem of your shorts and you push your hips into his.

“Please.” You beg for more.

“But wait—”

“Please.” You repeat.

Taehyung stares at you for several long moments, thinking of what to do…he wants to devour you, if he had to be honest. But is this right? But he…

Then his eyes go dark, his gaze piercing.

“I’m going to taste you.” He says in voice so deep you even question that its him.

Next thing you know your shorts are pulled down along with your panties and Taehyungs mouth is an inch away from devouring you.

“Gonna make you feel so good.” He groans into your heat, his tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit. And again and again. You quietly whimper into the pillow as his tongue fucks you.

“More Taehyung, more…” you moan, your hands gripping his hair.

Taehyung smirks up at you and inserts two fingers into your greedy cunt, he curls and scissors them inside you making you weep pathetically.

“That feel good sweetheart?”

Then he’s diving back in, his tongue assaulting your clit until you feel the buildup of your inevitable orgasm—you mean, it is Kim Taehyung.

He gives your clit one last good suck before you are reaching your high, pulling on his locks and moaning at a higher pitch. Fuck, that was good.

“You sound so fucking hot when you come…” Taehyung moves back up the bed as you lay there breathless. “Next time I want you coming on my—”

Taehyung stops himself from finishing that sentence. You watch as he groans into his hands, “I mean, if you want there to be a next time.”

“Of course I do, Tae.” You flip to your side and find his lips. You give him a long kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. “How could I not?”

Taehyung savors your lips on his, he finds his hands in your hair again as he deepens it. He should feel like shit but somehow he feels…good. And he’s confused as hell for it.

~~~~~

The next morning comes by quickly, you are saying your goodbyes to the Kim’s with promises that you will return soon. And you secretly hope you do.

The drive back to Uni is a slow one, you and Taehyung listen to his playlist and chat every now and then while he holds your hand. You smile like an idiot the whole time.

Taehyungs phone is in your hand as you slide through the music options, you’re about to choose a song when he receives an incoming text.

Anna 10:08am

You think that will work, Taehyung? Try harder.

You slide the message up, trying to ignore it. You don’t want some stalker to ruin the good mood you’re in. But you can’t help but wonder what she is talking about. And why hasn’t he blocked her? You don’t say anything to Taehyung, he is also in a good mood and you don’t want to ruin it. He’s humming the tune from the car speakers and lifts his hand that holds yours and kisses it.

Another hour passes and you and Taehyung are in front of your apartment.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you up?” Taehyung questions sweetly.

“I’m sure!” you stand on your tip toes to kiss his cheek and turn around to walk away.

“Oh no you don’t.” Taehyung chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss on the lips. Then another kiss and then another. “Now you can go.” He teases.

You break out in a wide grin, and tilt your head up to kiss him one last time.

You walk up the steps to your apartment, and walk towards your front door. What an amazing weekend, you think. You got to know Taehyung a lot better, you met his parents and you two shared an unforgettable night—at least for you. Oh no. Should you have returned the favor? Instead of worrying about it you decide it’s okay, he owes you after all. You chuckle to yourself as you unlock the front door.

You step inside your apartment with a an idiotic, dopey ass smile plastered on your face.

“What’s with you?” Jungkook asks from the living room couch.

“Oh nothing,” You sing, “Just had a really good weekend.”

“Oh? So I guess meeting his parents went well?” Jungkook stands to meet you at the entrance, he takes your bag for you and sets it down.

“That too.” You giggle.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, “I’m serious, what’s up with you?” he can’t help but smile. You look so happy.

“Nothing we just… we just…” you bite your lip, contemplating on what to tell Jungkook.

“You… just?” his smile begins to fade as realization hits him. Then his face hardens. “Did he fuck you?” Jungkook’s voice is lower than you have ever heard it.

“What?” you choke out.

“I asked if this asshole fucked you?”

“Okay, one: he’s not an asshole. Two: no, he did not fuck me.”

Jungkook visibly relaxes.

Telling Jungkook the truth will probably only upset him for some reason so you decide against it. You don’t need his negativity right now. Finally, fucking finally, Taehyung is crossing a line with you…on the side where friendship is beginning to become blurred and nothing makes you more excited. You have been waiting for this, you have spent so much time with him and and… you need this.

“Okay…” Jungkook leans down and picks up your bag and heads to your room. You watch as he swings the bedroom door open and set the bag inside.

“Wanna order some food?” he calls out, walking towards you again.

“Honestly we got up pretty early this morning so I think I’ll take a quick nap. But after? If you’re willing to wait a couple hours?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Get some rest.” He smiles, jumping back on the couch and pressing play on whatever show he was watching.

Your bed is so unbelievably soft and warm that as soon as you sink in the sheets your eyes are already closing in exhaustion. But your mind stays awake…you think about the weekend you just had with Taehyung and all the progress you have made. You like him so much, you want nothing more than for him to feel the same way. At least you think you…anyway. You recall his lips kissing down your body, his tongue teasing your thighs, his hands gripping your hips.

Taehyungs dark eyes as he stares up from you is without a doubt one of the sexiest things you have had the pleasure of witnessing. Wait—why one of? Why can’t it be the sexiest thing you have ever seen? Then different images bombard your brain but you’re quick to throw them away. Only Taehyung lives in your mind rent free, god damn it. He ain’t gotta pay a penny.

You think about the light, teasing kisses he left on your neck…you think about his fingers and how they fucked you, god they felt so fucking good. You smile as you think about what else he could do for you…your lazy smile widens at the thought.

Your eyes are still closed and images of Taehyung run wild in your mind as you start to doze off. Yes, you can fall asleep with him in your thoughts. Your body feels heavier and heavier as sleep finally takes over, you welcome Taehyung in your dreams as well. At least you hope you dream of him.

The bed creaks beneath you as Jungkook guides you further up the mattress, his body hovering your own. His hands come to slide up your arms as you shiver under his touch.

“I’m giving you goosebumps.” He says while lightly stroking your arm, feeling each bump under his fingertips. “What else do I do to you?”

“So many things Jungkook…” you heavily breathe out, your chest is heaving at this point. The anticipation of his touch is driving you nuts.

“Need to find out.” He simply states, his head lowering down to the crook of your neck. He breathes you in and lowers himself between your spread legs.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.” You don’t mean to whimper, but you do. You fucking do.

Jungkook’s slender fingers make their way skimming across your bare stomach until he reaches the hem of your panties. He lifts the band up and slaps it against your skin.

“I want these off, is that okay?”

You only nod your head.

“Words y/n. When you’re with me you use your words okay baby?” His fingers begin lowering your panties down. “Lift yourself for me.” And you obey. Jungkook slides your panties down your legs and you’re left completely naked underneath him.

“God, I can just see how wet you are.” You immediately force your legs shut, feeling embarrassed at his words.

“Not uh, I don’t think so. You got this wet for me? I want to see it. Open for me, baby.” Very hesitantly you begin to move your legs apart, the blush on your face deepening.

The rest is almost a blur. You can recall his fingers spreading your folds, you whining for him to touch more of you. You can recall his mouth hovering your pussy, his tongue swirling around your clit. You can recall his fingers stretching you out and moaning out his name. It’s what came next that is very clear in your mind. Its him kissing your lips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and his cock sliding between your folds. The desire you feel for him is very real and he can feel that.

“Please, Jungkook!” You gasp out, as he teases his cock at your entrance.

Jungkook slides his gorgeous cock into you inch by glorious inch. His cock twitching inside your pulsating pussy, his harsh breaths fanning your face. Jungkook slams his eyes shut, his teeth gritting in anticipation as he waits for you to give the ok. You only gasp for air as he bottoms out, his dick reaching places no one ever has before, you slowly nod your head giving him permission to fuck you into oblivion. He says he could, so you’ll believe him. .

Jungkook opens an eye to look at you carefully, your face contorted in pleasure showing him how you are indeed okay to go on. Jungkook’s hand massages your hips, his touch setting your skin on fire. He begins to slowly ease out of you until just the tip remains then he slams his hips into yours. His body falls forward and he lifts your head up with his free hand and brings you closer for a wild kiss. He grinds himself into you deliciously, his hips rocking back and forth causing you to moan out for him over and over.

“Please…please.” You pant, rolling your hips into his as you meet his desperate thrusts.

“Please what, princess?” he breathes out heavily, “Told you that when you’re with—” He begins fucking into you faster, “When you’re with me…to use your words.” His pace is bruising, causing you to choke on the air around you.

“Please, harder.” You manage to get out while gripping on to his wide shoulders, your finger nails digging into his soft skin.

Jungkook smirks down at you, his eyes shining with something you can’t quite describe.

“Harder?” he questions, his lips coming down to suck bruises into your neck. “Deeper too?” he bites a particular spot that makes you groan.

“Just—just need more of you…” you grab his hair by the handful and yank his head back and bring his face to yours. Your lips meeting his.

His tongue slips past your lips, tongues dancing to the beat of his thrusts. His cock is buried so deep within you that you feel you are no longer a single person but now a person merged with another. You have never felt more connected.

Jungkook whines at the sight of you—your lips apart and eyes barely open. Your head is thrown back showing Jungkook all the pretty blooming bruises on your skin.

“So fucking pretty.” He grits out, eyes lit on fire.

You’re barely able to respond as he thrusts into you even harder, your tits bouncing with each movement.

“Gonna come soon…” he says between heavy breaths, his pace becoming sloppy.

“Gonna come inside me?” you cry out, your fingernails digging into his back.

“Need you to come with me baby”

You could of came from his cock alone, that you are sure of but when his fingers meet your sensitive clit, you are seeing stars. He’s rubbing messy circles, easily sliding around from how wet you are, his fingers getting drenched.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly his fingers bring you to orgasm.

You gasp out, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming he’s drawn from your body. “Fuuuuuucckk.” You whine, your orgasm leaving you breathless.

“I—I’m coming…” he pants in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin.

He fucks into you quickly before stilling his hips and shooting his cum deep within you, decorating your walls. He doesn’t move. You don’t move. He stays buried to the hilt, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck. You aren’t much better, your breaths also harsh. You look to the nightstand to read the clock that says 4 AM. Fuck, what did you do?

You just fucked your best friend.

Panicked and out of breath, you sit up in bed. Sweat forming on your hairline and dribbling down the side of your face. Why? Why this dream of all dreams? Why this memory?

[thusspoketrish]

Showers in the Malfoy-Potter Household

Domestic, tooth-rotting, fluffy Married Drarry!!! Written for the prompt Fresh over at @drarrymicrofic. 2.3K words. Thank you to @curlyy-hair-dont-care for the thorough beta xx

I. That One Time with the Gloves…

“Bugger, I need to shower!” Harry shouts to the empty sitting room as he steps through the Floo, shoulders tense as he kicks off his muddy shoes, waving his wand to send them to the hamper and clearing the residual mess on his and Draco’s Brazilian Macchiato Pecan hardwood floors. On socked feet, Harry dashes up the stairs towards their ensuite, disrobing along the way as the charmed grandfather clock in the downstairs hallway strikes 14:00.

Any minute now, Draco will Floo back in from brunch with Narcissa and Lucius—the very brunch Harry said he couldn’t attend because he pulled Sunday rotation at the Ministry. In truth, he had actually signed up for THE GREATEST WEEKEND QUIDDITCH MATCH EVER!!! between the Department of Mysteries and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry had been surprised to learn that the DoM swots were a bunch of dirty playing wankers—their self-important swagger causing a stir on the ground and a gloriously brutal match in the air. Harry’s pretty sure he bruised his ribs when he struck the muddy ground at the end of the match. But even with his injury, Harry couldn’t help the wicked grin that crossed his face when Timmons, the DoM’s Seeker, watched in horror as Harry staggered to his feet, punching his Snitch-full fist triumphantly into the air.

The glory. The power. Harry feels like a warrior—he feels like a bloody beast!

The little white lie and a skipped brunch with the in-laws were worth it!

Once in the bathroom, Harry uses his wand to send his scattered muddy clothes to the hamper downstairs and turns the water on scorching hot. Stepping under the spray, his sore muscles relax. It’s absolutely blissful, and he can’t help the happy moans that escape him as the water sluices away the mud and sweat from his highly earned, brutal win. He chuckles darkly to himself. Those wankers from the DoM will be sucking on this one for months to come.

The shower curtain is pulled to the side, starling Harry so badly that he nearly slips, his head whipping around to face his smirking husband.

Draco sticks his head into the shower, making sure to avoid the stream, his eyes flashing. “Well, well, well. Look who’s getting so fresh and so clean after a hard day’s work.”

Harry huffs, covering his nipples with both hands as he says, scandalised, “Merlin! You scared the bloody hell out of me!”

“I’m sorry,” Draco says, sounding far from it. “I was so eager to see my husband after a lengthy morning away from him that all I could think about coming up the stairs was giving him the best shower blowie he’s ever had in his entire life…”

Harry grins. “Babe, I’ve missed you so much,” he says eagerly, stepping back under the spray. “Come on, get undressed and join me.” When Draco doesn’t move, Harry gestures inward. “Come on...come now…”

“Yeah, okay. Let me just…” Draco pulls from behind his back Harry’s dirty Quidditch gloves, dropping them into the shower as Harry gasps. The fresh dirt mingles with the water, swirling down the drain. Harry could’ve sworn he sent those gloves flying into the hamper.

Draco’s smile is shark-like, eager, and ready for blood. “Imagine my surprise when these came flying into my chest on my way up the stairs. I was so curious, I decided to have a quick search of the laundry room hamper, and lo and behold, I found all of your Quidditch gear, sweaty and smelling of fresh mud and grass, darling. Must’ve been one hell of a rotation this morning, huh?”

Harry holds up his hands. “I can explain—”

“Oh, really?”

“Er, yes…” Harry starts, running a hand through his soaked hair. “Babe, it’s those wankers from the DoM’s fault! They’re a bunch of posturing arseholes and someone had to put them in their place.”

Draco crosses his arms against his chest. “Ah, right. And that someone had to be you?”

Harry smiles sheepishly, shrugging. “Well…you know I’m the best Seeker in the Corps.”

Draco harrumphs, tilting his chin up and leaning against the wall next to the shower. “So, you know what this means, right?”

Harry bows his head. “Yeah…” he says sadly, shaking his head.

“What?”

Harry sighs. “No more Mimosa Sundays at Malfoy Manor?” he asks hopefully, peeking up at Draco through his wet, shaggy hair.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know the mimosas at my parents' are bar none.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know…so, no blowie for me?”

“You’re damn right,” Draco says, yanking his head back and sharply pulling the shower curtain shut.

Harry grumbles to himself, turning back to the shower to rinse his hair. A minute or two passes before the shower curtain opens up again, a fully naked Draco stepping inside.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t start grovelling the proper way: by sucking my cock,” Draco says with a smirk.

Harry laughs, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist. “How did I land such a deeply compassionate, forgiving husband?”

“With that sinful mouth of yours, obviously,” Draco drawls, placing his hands on Harry’s shoulders to slowly push him down onto his knees.

II. That One Time Draco Was Trying to be Seductive...

Harry’s entering their bedroom, half an egg mayo sandwich in hand, when he notices Draco standing before the wardrobe mirror. “What are you doing?” he asks, pausing near the door.

Draco turns around, his arms spreading wide as he pops one narrow hip outward. He’s draped in an intricate floral-patterned gold bathrobe. “Do you like it? It’s new, darling. Just arrived from Italy. Rocco-inspired, heavy-weight close-knit silk lined with black satin…isn’t it gorgeous?” Draco purrs.

“Er…it’s quite something,” Harry says, biting into his sandwich.

“Neanderthal,” Draco tuts with a scowl before turning back to the mirror. He slides his hands reverently down the sides of his body as he tilts his head to the side. “It feels like fucking sex,” Draco whispers, his eyelids drooping.

Harry chokes on a bit of egg. Draco grins, ferally, as he faces Harry again.

“I have a surprise for you. Get undressed and meet me in the bathroom,” Draco says imperiously.

“Right now?” Harry asks around his sandwich, his eyebrows shooting up towards his hairline. “Why?”

Draco runs his hands down the front of his bathrobe, his eyes fluttering shut. “The things I’m going to do to you the moment you slip this robe off my body…”

That’s all Harry needs to hear as he sets his sandwich down on the nightstand to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor before levelling Draco with a heated stare and a wolfish grin. “Is that right? Well, go on, then. I’ll meet you there in a minute,” Harry says, now unbuttoning his trousers. When Draco heads towards the bathroom, Harry picks his sandwich back up and shoves the rest of it in his mouth before getting undressed.

When he’s fully naked, he opens the bathroom door, the entire room filled with fragrant steam so thick he can barely see Draco.

“Er?” Harry says, stepping into the bathroom. Draco stumbles forward, wand in hand.

“I think I may have overdone the steam a bit,” Draco says before promptly pitching forward. Harry misses him by just an inch because he can’t bloody see, and Draco lands face first on their tiled floor.

“I thought it would be sexy,” Draco whines from his position on the floor in Harry’s lap after Harry Rennervates him. There’s a red patch on his forehead and a trickle of blood coming out of his left nostril that Harry cleans up immediately.

“You were! You were so sexy,” Harry urges softly.

“But there was no arse groping. No kissing. No fucking. It was all so unpleasant!” Draco cries.

“Aw, babe. I’m sorry. I think we should take you to St Mungo’s just in case…”

Draco sighs, sitting up but swaying slightly. “Fine. Alright. But let’s not tell them the visit is due to my failed attempt at seduction.”

Harry stifles a laugh. “Of course not. C’mere,” he says, helping Draco to his feet. “You can seduce me after the Healer has ruled out a concussion, okay?”

“Okay. But only if you promise to take my new bathrobe off with your teeth later…”

III. That One Time with the Mongrel…

Draco’s writing out a pros and cons list to determine if they’ll be purchasing a cottage in Cornwall this summer when Harry appears in front of him, a black towel cradled against his chest that’s moving.

Draco quirks an eyebrow. “What in the fresh hell is wrong with that towel?”

Harry chuckles and pulls the towel back. Pressed against his chest is a tiny, muddy little Beagle.

“No,” Draco says firmly, setting his quill down.

“Wait! Don’t be so quick about it! C’mon, babe, she was all alone in the alley by the Ministry! No mum or dad in sight. I couldn’t leave her there!”

Draco closes his eyes against the utterly heartbroken look in Harry’s eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. Of course, Harry would bring home an orphan, Draco had been preparing himself for this day since they married four years ago, only, he thought said orphan would be a wee babe, not a filthy mongrel. He exhales, nods, and opens his eyes, hand dropping away from his face. “Okay. Well. I refuse to have this mongrel in our house looking and smelling the way it does.”

Harry’s face lights up as if Draco has promised him the moon, and the stars, and all the love in his entire being. All over again.

“So, can we keep her?” Harry asks excitedly.

“Yes, Harry. We can keep her.”

Harry surges forward to press a kiss against Draco’s mouth, taking Draco off guard but aiming perfectly, nonetheless. Draco can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat as Harry begins to litter kisses all over his face, the mongrel caught between them. “You’re going to love her, I promise. Just look at her! She’s bloody adorable, isn’t she?” Harry says, holding the beast out to Draco.

Draco’s nose scrunches up as the dark-eyed creature stares up at him. She’s so small she could fit in Draco’s cupped hands, but her smell is atrocious. “Sure…” Draco says slowly, leaning away.

Harry hums happily. “I think we should name her—”

“—Beasty,” Draco interrupts, gaze flickering up to Harry. Harry rolls his eyes.

“No, silly! We should name her Pepper. Because she sorta smells like black pepper.”

Draco wants to suggest to Harry that perhaps they need to visit St Mungo’s to get his nose examined, because the last time Draco checked, black pepper smelled absolutely nothing like faeces. But he refrains, the joyous look on Harry’s face well worth going along with the madness.

“Sure, darling, whatever you want. Pepper it is. But she’s going to need a bath.”

Harry nods. “Right, yes, let’s take her upstairs to our bathroom.”

Draco smiles tightly. “Ah, no. I just had that tub put in. I don’t want this mong—Pepper staining the porcelain.”

“Oh, right, right. Okay, well, we can bathe her in the tub down here.”

Draco links his fingers together over his list. “Yes, excellent idea. So,” he starts, eyeing the now droopy-eyed, stinky monster. “Should we use a Petrificus Totalus or—?”

“DRACO!” Harry gasps, looking completely horrified. “We can’t put Pepper in a full body bind, are you insane? She’s a puppy!”

Draco frowns, his eyebrows knitting together. “She’s covered in grime and you expect me to manoeuvre this beast into the tub with its full cooperation?”

Harry glares at him. “She’s the sweetest thing, and I’m sure we won’t have any problems getting her into the bath, okay? Just follow my lead.”

Draco shrugs. Harry hasn’t led him astray yet.

When they finally enter the downstairs bathroom, tub now full of water at the perfect temperature and a mild soap, Draco suddenly gets an armful of Pepper as Harry begins to shed his jacket and jumper.

Draco stares down at her.

She is quite cute, with her large, bulbous black eyes, long, floppy ears, and wee-frowny mouth. Draco believes he can actually come to love this gross little beasty.

“Let’s get you all fresh and clean, sweetie,” Harry says, taking her back from Draco to place her in the water.

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

As Harry struggles to keep a hold on her, Pepper lifts her paws away from the water as if it’s fire, wild yelps escaping her as she struggles out of Harry’s grasp, dropping into the water first before lunging straight at Draco.

Draco catches her, her tiny little body soaking through his very nice, very clean jumper.

“Fucking fuck, fuck…” Draco mutters, staring down at Pepper, warmth exploding in his chest. She’s shivering against him and the anger and shock immediately leave his body as he cradles her, a defeated groan escaping him as a section of his heart unlocks and opens up to this little beasty.

Harry laughs. “Merlin, you are just so bloody adorable,” he says.

Draco scoffs, even as he stares down fondly at her, rocking her in his arms. “She’s a menace, that’s what she is.”

“No…I mean you,” Harry says, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses, cheeks dimpled. Draco can feel the heat of a blush spilling across his cheeks as Harry leans forward to kiss him. When they part, Harry glances down at Pepper before meeting Draco’s eyes.

“We’re building our little family,” Harry says proudly.

Draco opens his mouth to say something mocking, but can’t, not with the ball of emotion that’s suddenly lodged in his throat. Instead, he blinks several times, glancing down at Pepper who’s staring up at him with her large eyes, tail wagging.

“Oh,” Draco says softly. “I suppose we are.” He sniffs. “I think it’s best if we get Beasty Pepper to the vet instead, maybe they can help us give her a proper bath. Shall we?”

Draco smiles as Harry drapes an arm around his shoulders. “Yes, let’s do it, babe,” Harry responds tenderly.

[spencerreidsconverse]

When Evil Doesn't Sleep

summary: Spencer has been gone far too long on a case and when he finally returns home, reader shows him just how much she missed him.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut, implied dom/sub undertones, pet names

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Female Reader

A/N: My first fic!!! I hope you all enjoy! <3

“Y/n I’m really sorry but it looks like the case is going to take a lot longer than we thought. We had a recent development and the profile is now pointing to a partnership so now we’re hunting down two unsubs”. You sighed as Spencer rattled off his apologies through the phone before putting him out of his misery “Spencer honey, you don’t have to apologize. Quit worrying about me and focus on catching the bad guys.”

To say you missed Spencer would be the understatement of the century. He had been in Utah for six days already and now with a pair of psychos your odds of finding him in your bed by the end of the week were growing increasingly slim. It didn’t help that you had been swamped prepping for an extra class you’d agreed to take on at Georgetown where you worked as a Criminal Psychology professor. Between both of your hectic work schedules you hadn’t had a real weekend to yourselves in a few months, and while you knew when you first started dating Spencer that it was an inevitable of his job, it had never been this crazy before. They say evil never sleeps but lately it hasn't even taken a catnap.

“I love you Y/N. I promise I’ll come home to you soon and take you out on a real date. I’m sorry darling, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get to the hotel tonight and if you’re still up we can talk for a bit okay?”. “Alright Spence, I love you too. Stay safe okay?”. “I promise, goodbye love.”

Your farewell barely made it past your lips when the dial tone cut you off and once again your boyfriend of three years vanished from your side of the country. You let out an exasperated sigh before reminding yourself that there were other people who needed his help and that you could wait for his attention - at least until that night. Continuing the trek up the stairs of your and spencer’s shared apartment, you managed to haphazardly balance your grocery bags in one hand while unlocking the door and disabling the security alarm, internally cringing at the high shriek that rattled through your brain.

Walking through the living room, you sat the bags on your kitchen counter and began reorganizing the small fridge space to fit all the perishables you had brought home, absentmindedly hoping they wouldn't spoil now that it would be just you for several more days. Moving to the cupboard you replaced the few grab and go snack boxes you had made up to try and encourage Spencer to eat more throughout the day and refilled the paper plate stash that quickly became a requirement after you realized neither one of you could tolerate doing dishes every night. You ripped open the cardboard packaging of yet another microwave dinner and set the timer before leaving to change into more comfortable attire.

Opening the door of your shared bedroom, the smell of vanilla wax melts and dryer sheets hit you like a brick and immediately sent a pang of loneliness through your chest. Spencer was usually around by the time the chores needed done, and you rarely had to do them yourself. Unfortunately, the laundry was piling up and you needed something to distract you so you spent the day running errands and cleaning the apartment more thoroughly than necessary. You walked over to the stack of black dresser drawers and pulled out the first pair of pajama pants you touched, Spencer’s old caltech sweats that now fit you far better than him considering he had received them when he was 14. They looked more like capris on him now and it was embarrassingly difficult to convince him to buy a new pair that fit him properly. You slipped on a tank top and pulled your hair back before making your way lazily to the bathroom to take off the remnants of your simple makeup.

After scrubbing your face clean and pulling your dinner out, you moved to ready the couch for yet another night of binge watching cheesy 90s movies. You selected Clueless and watched the vibrant colors pop across the screen while you dived into your meal, making a poor attempt to ignore the slight freezer burnt taste that lingered after every bite. You finished your dinner and set the bowl aside before covering yourself with a blanket and allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, desperately awaiting Spencer's text.

You were jolted out of your doze by the loud buzzing of your phone against the wooden coffee table. Clumsily you reached for it and managed to swipe the answer pad before it sent your genius to voicemail. “Hello?” you managed before a yawn ripped its way through you suddenly. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry it’s so late. I didn't mean to wake you, I figured you’d still be up. You should go back to bed love.” For the first time, you noticed the neon green numbers on the microwave. 12:30. You stifled another yawn and shook your head in an effort to wake yourself further “No way, I just dozed off while watching a movie. I was waiting to talk to you. Besides, I’m up now anyways so you might as well stay on with me for a bit. Did you get any further today?” “Well, JJ had the idea that the partners were originally a typical dominant/submissive partnership but that something in the dynamic must have changed because the MO began to deteriorate. We think the partners must have split up now, because we’re finding similar pieces of the previous MO at separate crime scenes.”.

You processed the information he fed you slowly due to your semiconscious state but eventually you put your words in order well enough to respond. “That should be helpful though yeah? I mean, they’re used to working in a partnership so being suddenly separated from your other half so to speak would throw you off track quite a bit right?”. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone as you drew the conclusions the team had come to only a few hours prior. “Yes. We’re hoping to be able to draw them out and trap them. Play them against each other.”.”Does that mean I can stop sleeping on the couch soon?”. You heard him let out a dejected sigh - you knew he hated that you would force yourself onto the cramped couch when you had a king sized bed a few hundred feet away but he understood.

When he had come home in the early hours of the morning after an abrupt end to a case a few weeks after you had moved into his place, he had caught you curled up on the sofa with a throw pillow stuffed under your head. When he questioned you about it the next morning, you simply answered that the bed felt too big without him and that you couldn’t stand the empty feeling. “Sooner than later I hope my love. Y/N I really wish you wouldn’t do that to yourself. It’s horrible for your body. It can put you at a much higher risk for chronic back and neck pain as well as-”. “Spence. I’m not a giant like you are. I fit on the couch much better than you do, and I barely notice the difference.”. You both cringed, hearing the lie clear in your voice. Still, Spencer must have felt bad because he humored you. “If you're sure. What did you do today my love?”. You smiled sadly hearing in his voice just how desperate he was to escape from his reality and come home to you.

”Well, I straightened the house. In fact, it’s so clean i think we could use it as a sterilization room.”. He let out a soft chuckle and you could hear him begin to relax as you recounted the rest of your day, excluding the part about the microwave dinner. Spencer loved to tell you how many of the ingredients were one step away from processed garbage and you decided to opt out of the lecture for the evening. He had more than enough to worry about without having to focus on your diet while he was away. After a half hour of light conversation, a loud yawn betrayed you as you were excitedly discussing the cute puppy you had met on the way to the market. Spencer immediately requested that you hang up and get some more sleep but you refused. After a few minutes of bickering, you relented on the condition that he would read to you until you had fallen asleep. You curled up under the fluffy blanket as Spencer’s even voice recited the collection of Grimm’s fairy tales quickly lured you to sleep.

You woke up the next morning as sunlight peered through the curtains, stretching your body out to ease the aches from the previous night. You smiled softly as your screen lit up with a text from Spencer wishing you a good morning and an update that they had a solid plan for boxing in the two unsubs that afternoon. “If all goes to plan I should be carrying you to our bed before midnight tonight.”. Your smile widened and you sent back “Can’t wait to truly see you - and love you- tonight. I’ll be waiting.” You plugged your phone into the charger and straightened up from the night before when your phone went off again. The one word message glared at you from the screen and you let out an involuntary giggle. “Tease.”. You hoped it gave him something to look forward to until he was back in your arms. You sent back a simple “XO” before deciding to reread one of your favorite books for a few hours to kill some time. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch and had a few glasses of water as the clock slowly ticked by. You were over halfway through the lengthy novel when you received another message.

“We apprehended both unsubs. Hotch is postponing the paperwork until Monday so we can go straight home. I’ll see you in a few hours baby.”.  You jumped slightly in celebration before finishing your current chapter, marking your place, and all but skipping to the shower to shave and exfoliate your skin. You knew Spencer would still be heavily worked up once he arrived home and luckily, his favorite release included intertwining your bodies as close as possible and loving you sweetly and slowly.

You took your time in the shower careful not to nick yourself with your razor. You scrubbed your scalp with your nails, letting your stress and soreness melt away under the steam. You waited until the water ran cold before turning the knob and stepping out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and blow drying your hair until it layed perfectly even. You applied lotion all over your skin and stepped out of the bathroom to slip on your black silk robe, knowing it wouldn’t be worth it to dress up further. Spencer would be desperate to feel your skin against his and any fabric in his way didn't stand much of a chance.

You made an actual meal for dinner, a pasta dish with chicken that could be easily reheated for Spencer when he grew hungry later in the night. You helped yourself to a serving and after quickly cleaning up the kitchen and storing the leftovers, you retreated to the bedroom to wait for his return.

You were half paying attention to the feed you opted to scroll through on your phone when you heard the door creak open and bags drop to the floor. You set your phone on the bedside table and ran towards the foyer, all but throwing yourself at the exhausted man in front of you. He took a step back from the impact but still enveloped you in his arms and pulled you impossibly tight into his chest. “Hi baby.” you whispered against the scruffy skin of his jawline, peppering kisses up towards his earlobe. He let out a long sigh of relief and picked you up off the hardwood floor, wrapping your thighs around his waist resulting in a high pitched giggle to erupt from your throat. He kissed you then, slowly at first but quickly building more passionate. Your lungs were burning when he finally allowed you to pull away, opting to kiss down your neck to your collarbones and the skin of your chest that was newly exposed as your robe slipped open.

He carefully made his way back to your room, continuing his kisses back up to your shoulder, stopping only to leave marks you knew would only grow darker as time passed. At the very least he was sure to only mark you in places you could cover with little difficulty. “I missed you so much Y/N. The entire ride home all I could think about was you waiting for me in our bed. My gorgeous girl.”. You felt your chest heat up at his words of admiration, wrapping your fingers into his curls and pulling his lips towards your own once more.

You felt him groan against you and moved to quickly unbutton his shirt, slipping it down his arms and tossing it in the general direction of the hamper. He pulled you up with him then, so you were both on your knees, chest to chest as he pulled your robe fully down your back to the swell of your ass where he grasped at you through the slick fabric. You let out a whine and you pulled his belt off, undoing his jeans desperate to continue. He grinned against your neck and pushed you down so you laid flat on your back, completely exposed to him. He kissed at your stomach, making his way down to your inner thighs. He licked a slow wet trail from your pelvic bone to the top of your clit as you whimpered desperately. “Spence, please… I need more”. He humored you, creating slow small circles with his tongue moaning at the taste. You cried out as he created the perfect amount of pressure on your clit, legs threatening to close around his head when he moved to slip one of his fingers easily inside you as the mix of your own wetness and his saliva aided him. He smirked as he felt your thighs flex before using his left hand to throw one of your legs over his shoulders at a time. He pushed a second finger in, curling them up to perfectly reach your g-spot with every thrust. Soon though, you grew impatient with just his fingers. You needed more and you knew just how to get it.

“I want you so bad Spence. I’ve waited for so long and I just can’t anymore. I need to feel you deep inside of me.”. You were positive those words would leave him just as needy as you were and he proved you right when he kicked his pants the rest of the way off and went to line himself up against you. “Wait.”. He stopped immediately, examining your face for any indication of what was wrong. “What’s the matter baby? Are you okay?”. You shook your head and smiled at his concern before switching your positions so his back was resting against the pillows as you straddle his thighs. He smirked at you as he caught on, trailing his hands up the front of your legs to rest at your hips. “You gonna ride me angel?”. You responded with an eager nod and he squeezed your hips, pulling you up further so you were hovering above him. “Sit pretty like my good girl then.”. You whined softly at his words before slowly sinking yourself down around his length, sucking in a harsh breath at the stretch. Even with how wet you were, the adjustment took longer than usual due to the dry spell you were both suffering from as of late.

When you finally felt stretched out enough to move, you slowly ground your hips forward flush against his. He groaned out, lifting you back up so you were almost completely off of him before pulling you back down. You moaned both at the sensation and the idea of being manhandled by the genius below you. You realized what he was asking though, and began bouncing yourself up and down his cock, stopping every few thrusts to grind your clit down on him. You let out soft moans, and after a few more minutes you felt his fingers dig deeper into your hips and his breaths quicken. You knew he was close and as if on cue you started rubbing fast circles against your clit as he spoke again.

“Baby girl I’m getting close. You gonna cum with me angel?” You nodded furiously in response and you felt him start thrusting up to meet you. You panted as you hurried towards the edge of your orgasm, holding on until his thrusts grew sloppier. “You ready to cum with me baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” “Yeah.. gonna cum all over your cock Doc.” You fought to keep the grin off your face when he moaned at the title. He thrusted deep into you twice, before he ordered your release. “I want you to cum now baby. Cum all over my cock.” You felt your orgasm rip through you, electricity shooting through your limbs. Spencer groaned loudly as you tightened around him before pulling you down deep and releasing inside you.

You both fought to catch your breath as you rode out your highs before you found yourself slumping against his chest, suddenly drained from your activities. You felt him chuckle at your drastic change in energy as he wrapped his arms around you again. “I know you just washed the bed sheets and we’re both sweaty but do you think a washcloth will suffice for tonight?”. You nodded against his chest before slowly lifting yourself up and off of him, rolling onto your back on the other side of the bed. Spencer swiftly made his way across the hall, returning to wipe you down gently with the warm fabric. You shivered as the cool air dried your skin, watching him move throughout your room.

He slipped on a fresh pair of boxers before tossing the washcloth in the hamper along with his previously discarded clothes. He hung your robe on the back of your bedroom door then flipped the light switch off before rejoining you in bed to slip under the blankets with you. You immediately curled up into his chest, sighing contently as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. You kissed his chest and whispered goodnight, drifting into your first real sleep since before he left.

The next morning you and Spencer went shopping after you successfully convinced him to upgrade to a smart phone with video call abilities. He had begun to shut down the idea as he always had before but after the mere suggestion of what it could do to better your late night hotel room chats he was the one pulling you towards the nearest phone shop. You smiled politely while Spencer took his sweet time weighing the pros and cons of each model, letting your mind drift to the first time it would come in handy. As you finally neared the checkout counter, you took Spencer's hand in your own and gave it a gentle squeeze. After running his card through the machine, the salesgirl gave him the small plastic bag and wished you both a good afternoon.

As you exited the shop, you looked up at him, nudging him to get his attention “What do you think of an app controlled vibrator?”. He stared at you incredulously for a few moments, almost stopping dead in his tracks. After recovering from the initial shock at the vulgarity of your suggestion, he shook his head with a soft smirk and nudged back against you. “Tease.” he called you once more. “That’s the reason you love me right?”. He pulled you into his side, kissing you softly. “One of many Y/N. One of many.”