#i went downstairs during this forgot it was a feelings talk and got punched out of left field

[ambrose-d]

edyns whole conversation with gill abt the banishment and how he grew up is literally ripping my heart apart. i cant DO this today!!! im gonna be sad at these dnd characters again!!!

[coffeebookwriter]

* Quarantine, Calum Hood

( 2,6k words, pretty smutty and unedited work )

Quarantine, no one knew what to do. After Calum and I moved in together a year ago, we were pretty much busy with work. I needed to study for work, since I was a teacher and gave a lot of online classes and Calum and the boys were hanging with their fourth Album CALM. We had strict plans, as well as during the lockdown. It was another stressful day, when I came home from grocery shopping. The stores full with people and everyone was just rude and thankfully Crystal and I needed stuff from the store, so she drove with me.

"Calum, I'm back!" I yelled through the house, when Duke jumped from the couch and ran up to me, barking happily and jumping around my leg. I laughed, going to the kitchen and putting the bags on the table, where Calum and I usually had breakfast or ate dinner. Heavy steps from downstairs were audible, when Calum jogged downstairs and smiled softly. I asked him to clean the dishes, so when I turned around, I saw the dirty dishes and sigh.

"Calum," I started, but he broke me off. "Y/n, I know. I forgot it, I'll do it now, okay?" he kissed my cheek and turned to the dishes. I felt mad for some reason and when I tend to get mad, I usually stop interacting with people, so that's what I did. I put the groceries in their place and went into the bedroom, where I got undressed and grab a pair of Calum's shirts, which was long enough so I just wore that.

Going downstairs with a book in my hand, I ignored Calum, who sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Talk to me, love." he mumbles, kissing my jaw. "Hi." I reply and he sighs. "Babe, you know what I mean. I know you're mad." the bassist begged, but I only shrugged. "Don't you think that I have every right to be mad, Calum?" I asked, making him cock his eyebrows up. "What? No. It was just a work of ten minutes and,"

"You don't get it, Calum! I'm the one who's constantly cleaning this house! You just excuse yourself for meetings, interviews or after dinners I would like to ask you, how your day ways, but Mr. Hood goes downstairs, for solid three hours, plays his bass and comes back, when I'm in my office, teaching!" I snap and put the book away, making him groan.

"Y/n, again?" he snarls, getting up as well. "Yes, Calum. Again. Because do you know how horrible I feel?" I yelled and punched against his chest, which made him roll with his brown eyes. "You feel horrible? Y/n, I don't know if you noticed but the world doesn't spin around you!" he yells and I literally stumbled back. "You... you know what I mean."

"So you mean I'm selfish?" I stiffened a bitter laugh, making him whine. "Yes... what? No! I'm just as exhausted as you are!" he snaps and I roll with my eyes. "Yeah, because everything spins around Calum Hood right?" I hiss and tried to leave the room. I wanted to go to the kitchen, at least I could calm myself down with cooking.

"Oh, no. You aren't getting out of this, y/n!" with that, Calum picks me up, his arms wrapped around my body, causing my throat to let a yelp. "Calum, let me fucking down!" I snap and punch against his back. Calum's arms were around my thighs, while the shirt riddled up and I was pretty sure he saw my black lace panties.

"You wanted my attention? There you get it, brat." with that he threw me on the bed and pulled his shirt off. "Calum," I tried to say at least something, because I needed a civil discussion about this, but Mr. Hood had other plans, he grabbed the hem of my - technically his - shirt and pulled it over my body, exposing my half naked state.

"You're being such a bitch lately, do you know that, y/n?" his lips spread sloppy kisses on my neck and I closed my eyes. "Calum, we need to- fuck." I felt his teeth digging into my skin, making me moan and I knew he was grinning. Cocky bastard. "I should punish you, shouldn't I? For acting like a brat for the last couple months." his hands were cold on my warm skin, slowly touching the back lace of my bra. "Up." I obeyed, letting him unclasp my bra and throw it across our bedroom.

"But don't worry, kitten. I'll put you back in your place." his devilish grin made me feel somewhat more aroused. My heart was beating against my ears and I whine. "Calum," again, he cut me off. "Shut up, I'm trying to give you what you want." he growls and I grasp his wrist. "Calum, all I'm trying to get from you is not just attention!" I let out a frustrated cry, feeling my sight getting blurry. "I'm trying to get you to love me! Talk to me, clean this house with me, take walks with me!" I sobbed and Calum's face expressions soften down.

"Believe me, I get it: you're upset and mad, that this pandemic is really taking all the chances of having real band meetings and the writing process is hard, but please, please don't let me out. Calum, my god, I'm your girlfriend." feeling his tanned and muscular arms around me, I wanted nothing but cry.

"Why didn't you told me that you felt that way, baby? I would've done something against it." he whispers and I scoot only closer to him, cuddling onto his chest, looking at the ink prints. "We constantly fought." I replied and he sighed. "I'm so sorry, princess. You know how much I love you. And you're right, I am upset and frustrated and I sort of let it out on you, when we have sex or in general fights." his cheeks reddened and he cupped my cheeks.

"Can I make love you to you?" he whispers, his lips softly running across my jaw. "Y-yes, please." my quiet voice was hoarse from the yelling before, but Calum doesn't seem to mind. "God, I love you so much. Don't say it back, just take it, okay? I know how much you love me." he smile softly, pecking on my lips, before he runs his hand down my body, kneading my breasts in his large hands. I arched my back, knowing that he loves it when I do that, just because I love feeling his hands on my body.

My eyes flutter shut, Calum's lips slowly going over my neck, down to the gap between my breasts. "So, so pretty." he murmurs against my skin, leaving me utter shock, not in a bad way, I just never really slowed down with him. Calum really knew which buttons to push, to make me a little wreck for him. I bite my lower lip, chewing on it, which made Calum stop.

"I want to hear you, every little whimper. Please, let me hear you, baby." he mumbles, his lips reconnecting at the gap between my breasts. He took his time and he knew I was impatient, when I got in the mood, which I was. My hands were in Calum's curls, pulling on them, because I really needed him to go to the spot where I needed him the most.

"Please, Calum- I need you. I want you so bad." a loud moan escaped my throat and Calum pants slowly. "You want me to eat you out, don't you?" he rasps, softly sucking on my nipple, before he releases the one to give as much attention to the other one.

"I want you to do anything with me, C-Calum!" I whine, my toes curling into the blanket. "Ah, ah, I want to hear it from you, baby. What should I do to you, hmm?" his voice was shades deeper, as I bucked my hips against his. Calum groaned, looking up to me. "Touch me." not giving a fuck of the pathetic state I was in, I heard his chuckle. His hips still met mine, making me moan loudly.

"You like that? Want me to fuck you like that, princess?" his brown eyes were almost black and I loved it. He looked just like a sex god. I wasn't capable of responding, I was just under him, my eyes almost shut and my mouth open, at his prominent bugle in his boxershorts, while my boyfriend just asked me how I wanted. Oh, Calum was so good at this.

"Fucking hell, god- Calum, please! I want you to fuck me up. Use me, eat me out, everything! But please, for the love of god, stop the teasing!" when I cried that out, the bassist grabbed my wrist, pushing it down his tanned and muscular stomach. We both sat up, my hand on the waistband of his boxershorts, pulling on it, when I felt his bulge pressing against his stomach. I let the band slap against his stomach, causing Calum to groan.

"This is how you wanna play now, darling?" his hand cupped my chin, while I only looked as innocent as I could. "I didn't do anything to you." I smile innocently at him and start to hump him, through his boxershorts. "Sure you didn't, pretty girl." Calum tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, watching me cautiously. "God, I love you so much." he whispers, caressing my cheek. "I love you too, Calum." I whispered back.

I may felt sorry for him or I may needed him as much as he did, so I pulled his boxershorts down, letting his erection stand up. "Wanna fuck you up, so bad." he mumbles, in between the kisses and all the sucked up words, we shared. It was a passionate, yet soft and deep make out session. "Then do it, Calum. Fuck me up." the second I said that, I was flipped over to my stomach, feeling Calum's prominent bulge against my still clothed cunt.

"So wet and all fucking mine." he didn't even bothered taking my panties out. There was for sure a damp spot, caused by the one and only Calum Thomas Hood. His hands knew which placed he had to touch. Calum put my hair on the one side of my shoulders, just to kiss my exposed shoulder.

"Please,"

"Baby, you don't even know what you're asking for. The more you beg, the more I know you can't handle it." Calum rasps, making me whine in answer. Whatever I was begging for, I want it. I need it. "I don't care- fuck, I- I need you to touch me, Calum." I whimpered, making him chuckle. His lips spread hot and sloppy kisses on my back, as he pulled my panties to the sides, leaving them still on. The cold air blew against my soaking wet cunt, making Calum groan.

"I fucking feel how wet you are, baby." his grin was like a print on my back and I felt it. He rubs his tip against my slit and I whine, almost falling on my face, because he knew what to do to make me crazy.

"Look what you've done to me - look what you're cunt has done to me." Calum whimpers at the feeling. He always whimpered, before he fucked me like crazy. "Fuck no, get those off." his growl made me hum. He literally tears that lace panties from my skin, before he enters me, fully. I cry out in pleasure, clenching around his hard cock. A line of cuss words left our mouths and I felt him moving slow and deep.

"That cunt was made for me and fucking me only." not gonna lie, it was hot and it made me wetter, the more he praised me when we had sex. I lift myself up, leaning against Calum's chest, feeling him everywhere at once. His hands were on my breast, cupping them and playing with them roughly. I whined, my head resting against his shoulder.

The thing was, right in front our bed, was the wardrobe with a huge body mirror. Calum loved fucking in front of it. Not that I had something against it. I loved it as well. The way he praised us, whenever he looked at our picture made me feel special, because I know, that I'm the only person he's doing this.

"Wanna look at how good I'm fucking you, baby?" Calum's rough thrusts made me whimper, almost fall back on my face. One hand slides on my throat, but it doesn't stay there, he parts my lips apart softly, letting his pointer and middle finger into my mouth. "My pretty girl, look at you." Calum's deep snarl made me shiver. I hum, a loud - like loud moan escaped from me. His hand slowly traveled down, rubbing my clit with harsh movements.

"Calum, I'm- fuck, fuck!" I couldn't even finish my sentence, when I heard a deep groan. Our eyes fixed on each other's bodies, while Calum's fingers moved relentlessly against my clit, making me let out a high moan. The feeling of his hand on me and his cock in me, made me cry in pleasure and I knew what to expect. Despite the fact, that Calum and I hadn't sex for a long time. One hand was around his wrist, the other one was in his curls, pulling on it and letting his head fall back followed by many groans and begs not to stop.

"D-don't fucking dare to stop. Fuck me, you sound so good." he praises and I look into his eyes, through the mirror, ignoring the pain that rushes through me, since I'm holding back. "Stay with me, baby. I know." he whispers into my ear, kissing my jaw, but never stops looking into my eyes, over the mirror.

"Oh, fuck, C-Calum. Oh my God," I wasn't even able to talk, because Calum literally fucked me up. "Holy shit, baby. You take me so well." Calum's movements got sloppier and I whimpered. "P-please, faster. I'm so close." I beg, just ignoring how pathetic I sound. "C'mon, baby, make yourself cum on my cock." Calum sat on the mattress, so he slide out off of me, making me whimper. Facing him with my back, just to look at our mirror, I sat back on his cock, started bouncing immediately.

My eyes were on the picture, the mirror was reflecting, Calum looked at it too. "Cum for me, kitten. I want you to cum so badly on my hard cock. Milk it, fucking hell." he groans, gripping into my hips harshly. I relaxed, letting my orgasm wash me over and watching my legs shake next to Calum's thighs. Letting out loud cries and crying Calum's name in loop, I couldn't seem to calm down. I wanted this so bad.

"Oh, kitten- I'm gonna-"

His hand pinched my sides, as he shoots his warm cum into me. I groaned, letting a loud and high moan out. We both rode our highs out, as Calum pulled himself out and I got up, cuddling on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat. Calum wrapped the blanket around our bodies, pulling me as close as possible.

"I'm glad the bed is still not broken, to be honest." I grin and turn to Calum, who smiles cheesily. "Just say it and I'll fuck you until this bed breaks." he teases, but pecks on my lips. "I love you and I'm sorry for letting you out." he whispers then and I smile softly, playing gently with his locks. "I love you too, Calum."

[ As you can see, I’m a Calum girl ]

[alreadyblondenow]

Easy come, easy go

“I’m saying, we’re not going to be okay when we’re apart. I’m not sure if I could give the same efforts you’re about to offer in the future,”

Pairing: Jeno x female!reader Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST. Enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, summer love WC: 3,038k Warnings: female reader wears lipstick, jeno putting on lipstick to you, swearing, mentions of parties and one beer, but no alcohol consumption, high school graduates so it the summer before college starts. Unprotected sex, mentions of making out, breakup, couch sex, mentions of other idols.  A/N: I’m in a jeno mood for days already now ughs

It all started this summer, where your cousin Haechan introduced you to some of his friends to somehow help you make new friends over the summer. Having new friends is nice of course, who wouldn't want that. But meeting Lee Jeno and being nice to him was the worst decision you made so far. He was annoying, rude, has poor eyesight and seriously you don't understand why girls go crazy over him. It's like he is this walking nightmare the whole summer that you try to avoid at all costs but you just can't because he and Haechan are best friends.

"The guy likes you. Jeno is not usually "rude" to girls, in fact, he's good with girls. So just have more patience with him," Haechan explains after you rant your heart out during a house party. "Fix your lipstick its smudge- I'll go get you a beer, wait here" and so you did, you took out your phone and your lipstick, trying to re-apply it under the dim lights and neon lights, then suddenly someone bumped your shoulder so hard and spilled their drink on your thin blouse.

It was Jeno. And instead of saying sorry he let out a small laugh and pretended that he didn't do it on purpose. "You look like a clown- uh, your lips... here let me get that for you-"

"Fuck you. Don't touch me," you said sternly and walked away. Leaving Jeno completely speechless and worried because he really did fucked up this time.

You looked for the nearest bathroom and wash away the beer from your blouse but it's useless. The beer stained already it's so obvious, not to mention your face is a mess and Jeno was right you look like a clown because you didn't notice you put on too much lipstick earlier. "Fuck" you murmured and got a tissue to wipe away your ruined makeup.

"Y/n, it's Jeno uhm... Can you please open the door so we could talk, and I could apologize sincerely" he rests his head on the door while holding on to the knob, waiting for you to open it. Thankfully, you did but not because you're being soft this time, you only opened the door because sooner or later you have to deal with him and you rather talk to him in private.

"What?" you asked without meeting his eyes and trying to re-apply your lipstick again but this time you're sure you'll get it right.

"I really didn't mean it earlier. I have poor eyesight and as you can see I don't have glasses right now, so that's why... I'm really sorry." he explained, short but you know it's the truth. He wouldn't come and find you if he didn't want to apologize.

"Apology accepted," you leaned on the mirror and continue to what you're doing but to your surprise, he came closer, grabbed you by the waist gently, and took the lipstick out of your hand.

"Turn towards me," you do as you're told, he then lifted your head, and then you watch him put a little pigment on his middle finger, just enough for your lips and just how you like it. Is he really this good with girls that he even knew how to apply lipstick? "Part you lips," he requests.

But it was a request that made the atmosphere a little warmer and it both made your hearts beat so fast.

Gently then he dabs his finger lightly on your lips, carefully putting enough color into it and careful not to ruin it again for the second time. And when he's done, you simply locked eyes and that's when you saw that he does like you.

Then he kissed you and stopped the world for you. Everything turned silent even though the party music outside the bathroom was blaring and everyone seems to be shouting. It was a quick kiss but it felt so good and right at the same time that Jeno asked for more and wanted to deepen the kiss but you stopped him.

"Okay okay. I understand now," you giggle and erased the pigment on his lips with your thumb. "Let's take it slow," you said and smiled at him but the man who's smiling so big in front of you reached out for the doorknob and locked it. You would be lying if you say you don't want him to kiss you again.

A few days after the kiss, Jeno didn't stop teasing you in front of his friends but it got lessen. A few days later, the little crush grew and grew until Jeno decided he really wanted to try and make things work with you. He can be so annoying to the point that you wanted to punch him, but you know that he's serious when it comes to his feelings. Jeno can be a real asshole sometimes, but the man knew how to make you happy and smile privately.

After the first month of summer, you and Jeno had the time of your lives and spend your precious time together privately. Night swimming in his house, sneaking out to make out during parties with friends, you visiting him during his work and wait for him until its closing time. The first month was beautiful and you didn't expect you would have a great time with someone you used to hate. Even though you hide what relationship you have from everyone, you and Jeno love the privacy and to be honest you don't care if he doesn't flex you to everyone. The man loves you and that's what's important.

“Welcome, beautiful”

Jeno said with a big and teasing smile as you enter the coffee shop his family owns and where he usually works whenever he’s free. “You here to see me? I knew it, you always had a crush on me” he teases further.

“No dumbass, I’m here to buy Haechan a cake,” you said, scanning the displayed cakes and avoiding to look at Jeno’s handsome smile. “I’ll take the birthday cake, and three candles please”

You watch Jeno put the cake and secure it in a box, with the three candles as requested. Giving it to you before he accepts your payment, "You're really not here for me? While I think about you every second of the day?" he pouts and crossed his arms.

"Oh you're annoying, see you tonight" you rolled your eyes but left a smile before you leave him.

Tonight is Haechan's birthday and everyone at home was busy preparing for the party including you. It's a sleepover, only Haechan's closest friends and a few family members were invited that's why you're lucky you get to sleep with Jeno tonight, you just have to plan out how you can sneak out without the others seeing you.

As the party started and guests started arriving, you and Jeno barely talked to each other because you were busy talking to your relatives. But he never let you out of his sight, he was watching you from afar and listing the names of the guys who talk to you tonight in his head. And when all family members came home and everyone who stayed are all drunk and sleeping, you went downstairs to where Jeno is sleeping and brought him a pillow and a blanket.

"Thought you forgot about me already, hi" he waited for you on the couch while he's laying comfortably there with all the lights turned off and only the light from the swimming pool illuminates the room.

"Don't you want to sleep somewhere comfortable?" you whisper and sat on top of him, legs on both of his sides.

"Now that you're on top of me, this is my definition of comfort" he smiled so sweetly and reached for your face to cup it and kiss you. "Let's sleep here tonight," he whispered and pulled your body closer to him. Lips moving, tongue swirling on each other while your hands are intertwined. Letting yourselves enjoy this quiet night for this busy day kept you both apart from each other for so long.

"Jaemin was too friendly with you earlier,"

"I didn't notice- wait, you were watching me the whole time?" you whispered back.

"Of course I'm watching you,"

"Well if we go out in public he wouldn't be so clueless, and you wouldn't end up hating your friend"

"I like the privacy we have. Plus do you realize how much teasing we'd get from Haechan?" you agreed to him and placed your head on top of his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "You know when I first saw you my heart beat so fast that I ended up being rude to you instead of acting cute," you feel the vibrations of his giggle and hear him well. It was just a few words, a sincere gesture and, a little honesty but it made you feel something deep inside that made you confess your love to him.

"I love you. I know it's too early to say it, but there I said. I love you," you hide your face on the side of his neck and feel him soothe your back.

"I was planning to say it first, that's not fair. But, me too. I love you too." he searched for your eyes and flashed a handsome smile at you. Tracing your lips as he remembers the first night he kissed you for the first time. Then you came closer to him for a kiss but the moment heated in no time and the next thing you know you're pulling down Jeno's shorts and palm his big cock through his boxers briefs.

He let out guttural sounds, proof that he's loving the pleasure but careful enough not to be heard so you kissed him and caught all his moans as you continue to work on his cock and eventually started grinding on top of him.

"Are we really having our first on a couch?" he whispered in between kissing, hands started to undo the buttons from your sleepwear. Finally exposing yourself to him, "beautiful as always," he murmured but you rolled your eyes on him, making you both giggle quietly. You removed his shirt and proceed to kiss his very hot body, kissing him on the neck, his collar bones, abs, and most importantly, his sensitive nipples that made him part his lips when your tongue made contact with it. "You're going to be the death of me," he said and slipped his hand inside your thin shorts to palm your ass. You then took initiative, to remove your shorts and throw it on the floor. Now that you're both only in your underwear it made you even more excited.

Slowly Jeno let his hand wander around your body, touching your boobs for the very first time and brushing his fingers oh so softly on your nipples and make them hard just like what you did to his. Until you intentionally came closer to him so you're boobs are near his face and did not hesitate to suck it until both of your nipples are swollen.

"When was the last time you had sex?" he whispered beside your ear and the way he asked you just made you breathe in deeply and let out a small moan.

"Let's just say that it's been too long that you will think you're fucking a virgin,"

"It's going to be a long night then," he said and immediately put two fingers inside you which made you hold onto his shoulder and grind on his fingers. "You were right," Jeno felt how tight you were and became more excited that he moved his finger deeper and curled them, massaging your tight walls and watching you enjoy the pleasure that he give you while you're on top of him.

Then he removed it and you let out a heavy sigh because of frustration, you were so wet by this time and you see his boxers briefs stained with your pussy juices and you swear, you wanted to get mad at him but now is not the time. "Put your fingers back in please,"

“You were so close to cumming, don't you want to cum on my dick instead?" he asked you, pulling his hard cock from his boxers briefs and reaching for your hand for you to palm it and feel how big he is. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you look at how big he is and you knew right then and there that he will feel good. So you position yourself comfortably on top of him, touching yourself for a few seconds before you let him line his cock on your hole.

"Just go slow," he said before you sink down and take him whole. Lips parting and eyebrows furrowing as you take him and let his big cock stretch you out. And when it's finally in, you breathe in and out heavily before you move your hips and make you both feel good.

"Oh fuck" he croaked and place his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him so he could keep you close. "Go slower," he whispered beside your ear then watch your pussy swallow his dick. The sight of it just made him want to fuck you hard tonight, break you and make you scream but he can't.

From the tip of his cock right to his balls, you were that deep that you were both losing your minds at that very moment. His hands roam around your body but it mostly stays on your ass, caressing your butt cheeks and teasing your butthole for a few times so you clench around him. "That's cheating," you joke and kissed him.

He pulled you in for a hug and focused on how you fuck him. Yes, fuck him. And this time a little faster and deeper that he's already on edge and making faces already. Faces that he does whenever he's about to have a mind blowing orgasm that he rarely gets. "K-keep fucking me like that," he said with deep groans, one arm around your waist and one arm reaches for your clit.

"Baby, you don't have to do that- fuck that feels good, mmm" his fingers were enough to make you crazy that you ended up fucking him faster, that the couch creaks already and anyone who is awake can definitely tell you're fucking on the couch.

And when the most awaited moment comes, he pushed you away so he could pull out and pump his cock and let his cum land on his stomach. With heavy breaths and a weak body, Jeno looked at you so lovingly at the other side of the couch. Reaching for his shirt to clean his cum so you could go back to your comfort on top of him.

"I'm sorry you didn't cum,” he said softly, sitting up to reach for you and kiss your shoulders as you busy yourself to wear your panties and sleepwear again. Jeno did the same before you two squeeze your bodies on the small couch. Laying bodies to bodies, sharing one blanket and keeping each other close the whole night.

And when the morning comes, you woke up alone on the couch with the blanket perfectly covering your body from the morning breeze.

Days after that fateful night, you and Jeno find ways to have sex whenever you can and enjoy the second month of summer together doing the things you want to do together, going on places and making unforgettable memories. But just as your relationship was going well, you didn’t expect it to fall right before your eyes.

While you were walking hand in hand on the street just after he ends his shift at the cafe and promised to walk you home, you were reminded of the following things you have to deal with just before this summer ends. And because you’re preparing for your college move-in next month, you mentioned it to Jeno for the first time with excited eyes and high pitched tones. “Am I boring you? Sorry, I was just excited” you said. And then he stopped walking.

“I’m not good with long distance. I love you but I know myself, I could end up cheating and hurting you-“

“Where is this coming from? What are you saying? What are you implying?” you asked, question after question because you have no idea why he’s acting like this. You didn’t expect that your excitement for your college dorms will spark something that will ruin your day.

“I’m saying, we’re not going to be okay when we’re apart. I’m not sure if I could give the same efforts you’re about to offer in the future,” he avoided eye contact and clenched his jaw. You’ve never seen him cold like this before.

“So in other words you’re telling me that eventually, we will break up? You just can’t say it to my face because you’re a coward who would rather give up than try the whole long distance shit first?”

Unfortunately, he nodded. And you don’t know why you’re still holding his hand so let him go and walked away.

“Y/n- fuck,” he followed you and tried stopping you, “let's not do this tonight please, it's so sudden,”

You closed your eyes and tried so hard not to cry in front of him. He just kept on saying the wrong words and it's breaking your heart.

“I would rather accept this sudden situation than let you hurt me slowly on the following days.” you shook your head and show him your disappointment. And what hurts you the most is he didn’t even tried to fight for you, or say he's sorry or admit that he’s wrong. He just let you walk away and throw everything that you built tonight.

A few days after your break up, Jeno regrets everything he did that he even tried reaching out to you and Haechan. But he was too late. You left because you can’t stay there and wait for him to chose you again, only to have the same answers that you get on the night you broke up.  

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 9 “Trapped In The Closet” [Episode List] Following the most blatant sit-com tropes you can think of, Dave decides to spy on his girlfriend, Dana, because he thinks she’s hiding something. Tim reluctantly decides to join his friend, but the two end up stuck in the girl’s closet, which will eventually turn into a gas chamber.

Trapped In The Closet

“Yeah Dana. Sure. No problem.”

Tim was working on some college tasks, but couldn’t help but to eavesdrop Dave’s conversation with his girlfriend, Dana, on the phone. He could only hear his friend’s replies, which being only the 50% of what they were talking about, it didn’t make a lot of sense. Not that he was interested: Dave was simply hanging out in his room because he had nothing better to do during that warm Summer evening, apparently, and so he simply showed up to Tim’s place with a couple of beers and a remarkable amount of procrastination powers.

Despite being relatively hot outside, Dave was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of long, grey levi jeans, kinda loose as usual. Something that Tim hated about his kink is how quickly he checked his friend’s outfit, something that he always did since Dave is now basically his “fart bud”, against all odds.

“Yeah… yeah… I love you. No… I love you more!”

Kinda funny how Dave, 24, would revert back to an awkward teenager at times whenever he and his girlfriend were on the phone. They probably even acted like that on purpose, because love is doing stupid things together after all.

“Tim. Car. Now!”

Dave hung up and turned weirdly serious, got up and walked downstairs, saying something about getting in the car.

“Wait, what?” Tim asked, questioning whether his friend was being serious or not, but he did follow him to wherever he was going.

“We don’t have much time, Tim. Dana will come back soon. She’s out with her own friends and we have… like… 15 minutes.”

The two walked outside and headed towards the girls’ house, actually only a few blocks away from Tim’s. Tim himself reluctantly followed his bro into this, knowing that, at best, it may turn into a funny mishap to tell to their other pals while being drunk and laugh about it.

“I’ll just pretend your words make any sense, like I usually do…” Tim chuckled, sarcastically, but still following his friend.

“I think she’s hiding something.” Dave explained, walking at a fast pace, Tim right behind him. “She’s been strangely elusive lately and I want to check her room for clues.”

Tim just chuckled in response. “Dave, you do realize that this is not a 90s sit-com, right? Her room? Really? What are you hoping to find out, exactly, anyway? That she’s having some kind of affair behind your back?” he asked, trying to reason with him.

“An affair? You think I’m that kind of guy?” Dave answered, looking surprisingly offended by Tim’s question.   “I just want to make sure she’s fine. She seemed worried about something and she’s like this organized haf-woman/half-machine hybrid who keeps sticky notes in her room to keep an eye on her busy life.”

“Oh…” Tim replied, rather sarcastically.   “Now that makes a lot of sense.”

“Leave your sassiness for later, dork. Can we take your car?” Dave asked.

“Why? We’re already right in front of her house…”

Dave realized that he was so worried that they did, in fact, walked for a couple of blocks and found themselves stepping in Dana’s backyard without even noticing. He just laughed a bit about it.

“Sorry. Love makes me blind.” he joked, knowing that it was a rather silly thing to say anyway.

“Not the words I would have used, but ok.” Tim answered.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” his bro said, with a smirk.  

“Alright… but please, let’s keep a low profile and no awkwa-”

But as they approached to the girl’s house, Dave awkwardly started muttering some kind of theme song that was oddly reminiscent of the Mission Impossibile’s most iconic soundtrack. This guy has a girlfriend, everyone.

“So much for keeping a low profile, Ethan Hunt…” Tim joked.

Dana’s room, following the usual   “average american house tropes” that the writer of this story grew up with in the 90s, was on the second floor. Luckily, the house was empty, so both Tim and Dave could easily climb it without fearing of someone noticing their totally legal actions.

“Look at Tim, such a rebel! Such a fast climber!” Dave whispered, noticing how good Tim was at climbing the girl’s house.

“Thanks. I learned it when I visited your mom.” he joked.

“I thought you’d prefer my dad, you know.” Dave played along, with a rather noticeable reference to Tim’s homosexuality.

“Just… just let’s get done with this.”  

After some awkward climbing, the two found themselves in front of a window leading to Dana’s room. The duo was sitting on a small portion of slanted roof, wondering how to get inside.

“Alright. I could just punch through the window and open it. But you know I don’t like violence against windows.” Dave said, somewhat joking, but really trying to come up with a way to get through this final obstacle.

“Never mind, it’s open.” Tim said, as his hand passed right through the window.   “Or, you know, I got ghost powers all of the sudden, but I doubt it.”

“You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” Dave commented, as he got inside his girlfriend’s room, making sure no one was there, immediately followed by his sassy friend.

The room was fairly big and messy, books and magazines scattered all around the floor and the bed. Dana was a busy woman: she got a degree in economics but, given the tough times, she had troubles finding a decent job lately. Dave actually suspected that this was the reason she was being nervous about, well, everything, understandably.

“Why don’t you just ask her instead of acting like the perfect boyfriend material that you are?” Tim stated, in his usual snarky tone, noticing Dave basically rummaging through Dana’s more personal stuff.

“Just… let me do my thing ok?” he was serious again, trying to find something that could be clue, deep down knowing that all of that was quite non-sense and even ridiculous, but his stubbornness was showing.   “Wait…”

Something drew his attention. A red (therefore important, according to Dana’s code) sticky note on the nightstand. Something was written on it.

“Oh… I guess I was right…” Dave whispered, eyes glued on the note.

“Something about her job?”  

But Tim didn’t get an answer, as they heard someone coming from downstairs. They probably were so focused on their mission that didn’t even notice how someone got inside the house minutes after them. They went silent and tried to listen to the person’s footsteps.

“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.”

They heard a muffled female voice getting closer, probably talking on her phone. A voice that was very familiar.

“Fuck! It’s Dana!” Dave whispered.

The two looked around, looking for a quick solution or a place to hide, blatantly ignoring the window they used to get inside in the first place.

“The closet!” Dave said.

Without even questioning whether this was a good idea or not, the duo sneaked inside Dana’s closet and closed themselves inside just as the girl came into her room, still talking on the phone about something.

Tim and Dave managed to mess things up however, as they ended up in a very small section of that apparently big, spacious closet, so they had to arrange themselves in a weird position. Dave was standing up, towering over Tim, who found himself sitting on the floor instead, right behind his friend… with his face perfectly aligned with his loose jeans butt. As his eyes got adjusted to the dark, Tim started to distinguish the seams and texture’s on Dave’s jeans ass, and the tiny red Levi tag on the right back pocket. He couldn’t help but take a look, which he felt really unnecessary, given the context.

“So… this is where you lived for most of your life…” Dave joked, looking around, as if the closet was some kind of fancy mansion.

“Haha! Another gay joke! Great timing, Dave!” Tim muttered instead. The last thing they had to do was talk.

The two waited for a couple of minutes, hoping that Dana would just leave again or even just go downstairs, so they’d have enough time to get out of there in the hopes that Dave didn’t leave any clue of his presence.

“As long a we remain silent…” Tim whispered.   “We have nothing to worry about.”

Only moments after saying that, he felt a very familiar sound greeting his face. It was a long, rumbling sound coming from Dave’s denim ass. It was one of his usual, well-known loud farts, a fart that he was desperately trying to keep as silent as possible. Luckily, Dana was too busy with her phone to even notice the weird noise coming from inside of her closet.

“Dave! What the fuck?!” Tim hissed.

The gassy friend tried not to laugh, realizing how idiotic the whole situation was.   “I’m sorry dude.” he murmured.   “You know what happens when I’m nervous!”  

The smell was unbearable already. Being in a such small space didn’t certainly help. Those were probably some of the smelliest farts Dave ever managed to rip in Tim’s face, although this time was, against all odds, more like an accident.

“Tim…” Dave whispered, carefully placing his butt closer to his friend’s face.

Another fart erupted, sounding dangerously louder than the previous one. The rough surface of Dave’s denim gently caressed Tim’s nose. The blast of gas then turned into something much more subtle, but still otherwise bubbly. Tim felt his nose burn, as really he had no choice but to breath all of that in.

“Dave I swear. If you don’t stop, Dana’s gonna–”

But another   “slow-paced” rumbly fart cut him off. Dave was seriously trying to contain his well-known farting abilities. Tim, instead, was trying to remain calm, feeling like the Universe was somehow messing with him. That was an insane situation: he certainly wasn’t new to Dave’s farts, but in that context, it felt almost like one of his weird dreams about his fart fetish.

“Tim I’m sorry, at least I know you don’t mind… I hope”

Funnily enough, despite the slightly amused tone in his whispering voice, Dave sounded genuinely sorry. Yet he was right: Tim was insanely enjoying it, but knowing that Dana was out there made the whole thing almost surreal. And, once again, as much as Dave always proved so chill about this stuff, he couldn’t help but feel somehow awkward about having his friend face-farting him so non-chalantly.

And yet another   “ninja” fart was ripped all over his face.   Being nervous really turned Dave’s stomach into a messy cloud of gas, and Tim’s nose was there to vacuum it all up, completely defenseless, standing before the sheer power of the gassy friend’s powerful denim-covered anus.

Even though the situation was absurd, Dave couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. After all, the smell hit him too, and it was getting insane even for the farter himself, whose gas just didn’t stop building up.

“Sorry bro… I have to do this.” he whispered.

Tim felt Dave’s hands gently grabbing the back of his head, holding it still, as he pulled him in the clutches of his denim butt. The warm fabric of the jeans was soaking in that unbearable smell. The sniffer then felt the weight of his gassy friend almost crushing his skull. Despite being dark, Tim realized that Dave was basically sitting on him, using his head as some kind of human stool.

The fart was directly ripped in Tim’s mouth at that point, that rumbly sound once again renewing the already destructive stench. It was supposed to be loud, so loud, that Dave had to basically use his friend’s face to deadpan its impressive thunderous noise. The gassy bro was trying to rip it in the form of a long series, hoping that Dana would fail to hear (or even recognize) his well-known gross, but rather impressive talent.

Tim heard his friend’s sighs of relief after each, rumbling fart, but Dave was also trying not to burst into a laughter that could blow their cover. Fart fetish or not, he couldn’t help but to find it more hilarious than gross.

As much as the lack of space in that closet wouldn’t really allow it, Dave even lifted his right leg a bit, while still   “sitting” on his stool-friend, as a way to facilitate the impressive amount of gas gushing out from his anus. It’s not like he had to worry about Tim passing out or finding it too gross, anyway.

That fart itself was lasting longer than both of them anticipated. They lost count of how much time passed, probably a full minute. Tim’s face was warm and sweaty now, still trapped in the clutches of his gassy bro’s denim butt, directly living in person that thin line between Fart Heaven and Fart Hell.

A final sigh of relief, followed by a louder toot and a chuckle.   “Sorry, bud.” Dave muttered, hoping that his plan worked.

Indeed, Dana didn’t hear a thing. She hung up and left the room, her footsteps slowly turning into a far, muffled sound, until silence announced that the duo was now free to get the heck out of there, especially considering how they were almost both choking on farts.

Tim forgot what fresh, non-fart air felt like in his nostrils and so took a deep, refreshing breath the moment he stepped out of that gas closet. Ironically, Dave did the same, maybe even wondering how would Tim even endure something as overwhelming as his farts, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Despite everything, that was oddly hilarious, as the two stared at each other and then bursted into a laughter.

“Now let’s get out of here…” the farter suggested.

But before the two could even walk towards the window, Dana showed up again in her own room. She didn’t even startle.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, sounding more like an inquisitive mom than an angry girlfriend. She was fairly mature, after all. “I don’t know what you Dumb and Dumber are up to, but I swear if you–”

“I heard the news, Dana. We were just outside your window…” Dave explained, slightly tweaking the truth. “We wanted to play a stupid scary prank but then I heard it, while you were on the phone you know…”

Dana shook her head and laughed a bit. She hugged her boyfriend and kissed him.

“Yes! I got the job!” she giggled. “Sorry I’ve been so cold lately. The job interview made me so nervous…”

“It’s fine, Dana. You’ve always been stone-cold anyway!” Dave joked, earning a playful slap on his chest by his girlfriend.

“Yes, that’s a very import–wait what’s that smell?” the girl asked, sniffling loudly the air around him.

Tim’s heart almost stopped while Dave did his best to not just laugh like an immature prankster. His hair, clothes, skin, were completely “soaked” in his gassy bro’s gas, so naturally he’d himself smell like flatulence.

“Never mind. It must be you, Dave. He farts like crazy when he’s nervous, Tim, I swear.” she said, disgusted but slightly amused as well.

“Ow… it’s part of my charm, babe.” Dave replied, using what he would have considered an irresistible flirty tone of voice, which was super awkward instead.

“And yeah. Tim’s very aware of my skills, right?” he joked, winking at him, like the big teasing bastard he’s always been since he found out about his fart kink.

Tim just shrugged, faking a disgusted look, his heart racing fast, knowing that all he had to do after that was take the biggest shower in the hope that such unbearable stench didn’t fuse with the atoms in his body.

“Well, it’s gonna be a wild ride!” Dana exulted, happy about her new job offer.

“How about a round of beers to celebrate?” Tim suggested. “It’s on me, no worries.”

“Great idea, but I’m paying. I got the job, you dumb-dumbs get to drink!” Dana replied. She was in a very good mood.

“It’s fine, Dana! It’s the least we can do after-“ but Dave interrupted him.

“Come on Tim, stop living in outdated gender roles and let the pretty girl buy you a drink.” he said, faking a serious tone.

The girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and left the room “Just… meet me downstairs when you’re done saving the world, ok?”

As Dana was nowhere in sight, Dave simply turned to Tim and let another huge, long one rip.

“Shhh. Just tying up some loose ends here.” he said, shushing the gay friend, blasting what was left of his gas out.

“Are you finish-“ “Not yet” he simply said, as if he was making sure no particle of gas was left behind.

With one high pitched final note that was met with some immature laughter, Dave sighed in relief.

“With that said” he chuckled “You might want to take a shower.”

Tim simply nodded with an unamused expression.

“Oh, and you might want to leave the other closet you’ve been hiding.”

That was out of nowhere.

“No pressure bro, just know that we’re all always more than happy to have a beer with you.”

“Thanks Da-“

“Despite your bigoted views on gender roles of course.”

“I’m going to punch you now.”

The duo then headed downstairs and no one got punched luckily.

Tim thought about his friend’s words and how it was probably time to leave that metaphorical stuffy closet soon or later, not that he felt forced or anything.

Dana’s closet, however, that’s probably the only one he enjoyed being trapped into…

End of Episode 9

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Best Friends Brother Part 5 - G.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

George Weasley x Fem Reader

Part 5 of my 'Best Friend's brother' series, Please Read Parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 if you haven't already.

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Warnings: Swearing, Mention of food and eating.

Holding onto the photo album you opened it, expecting to see pictures but you were met with nothing but empty spaces.

"I've bought this for us," George said softly "I want us to fill this with pictures, we need to make up for the three months we've been together with no photographs to show for it."

You felt your heart enlarge and flush your body with warm blood, your veins pumping it throughout your body, getting high on the feeling of this happiness - this love.

"Oh, George..."

Hearing a door opening and footsteps up above, creaking down the stairs, your face and George's dropped.

"Hide!" He mouthed, snatching the photo album from you.

Quickly rolling off the sofa and crouching on the ground with your head staring at the floor, you quickly hid behind the chair Arthur would sit in when he wasn't messing around in his tool shed. The footsteps grew closer and closer, George hid the photo album under a pillow and the blanket and tried his best to appear awaking from a deep sleep.

Yawning and stretching, he looks over to his younger brother Ron, searing through the cupboards for some snacks.

"What are you doing up?" Ron whispered, noticing George from across the room.

"Could as you the same thing, mate." George shot back lowly.

"I'm hungry," Ron replied "What's your bloody excuse?"

"Fred won't shut up snoring," George rolled his eyes, "If you're looking for leftovers you'd be smart and check the fridge."

Ron mimicked George talking but looked in the fridge anyway, pulling out some strips of cooked bacon from earlier, stuffing it in his mouth as he wiped the grease on his pajamas.

You peeked out from the chair and watched, your heart thumped so hard you could hear it in your ears, what were you thinking?! You were being too risky, sharing glances and meeting up whilst everyone was sleeping - you'd be lucky to escape tonight without being noticed.

"Well, since I'm going back up you probably should too if you're that bloody tired."

"But Fred's snoring," George reminded him "I won't get any shut-eye all night."

Ron shrugged "Punch him in the nose or wake him up and get him to turn over."

Having no excuse to object, George had to comply, he slowly got up from the sofa, making sure not to accidentally drop the photo album, as he followed Ron up the stairs, mouthing a 'sorry!' to you on the way up.

Breaking out from the shadows, you tiptoed from behind the chair and retrieved your present from George, holding it close to your heart as you sneaked back into Ginny's room, making sure not to wake her or Hermione up.

The next morning, you and George were too tired to join in the regular morning banter across the kitchen table, but you both tired and put maximum effort in any way, but you were caught off guard whilst swallowing down some toast.

"Were you alright last night Y/N?" Hermione asked, sipping some orange juice.

You knitted your eyebrows together "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

Hermione put down her glass, everyone else continued to eat and drink.

"Well," she sighed "I woke up during the night and you were there, you were gone for quite a while and I know that after Penny you..."

You choked on your toast, widening your eyes as Ron's glance quickly landed on you.

After Penny's death, you would wake up during the night and early hours of the morning and panic when Penny had not arrived from her hunt, you were so in denial about her death this became a bad habit for a little over a year.

Crying in the common room, you collapsed in front of the fire, waiting for your owl with hot tears streaming down your face, George walked in from a late-night prank and saw your head in your hands, hurrying to your side.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he held you close to him, pulling you away from the flames in case you fell forwards.

"I forgot she was gone," you sobbed "Penny, she's gone, and I keep thinking she's coming back."

"Oh, yeah!" you nodded "I haven't done that for a while, I think I must've forgotten again..." you trailed off, staring at your plate, feeling other eyes on you.

"But you've got that new low haven't you?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah," you smiled "he helps but he's only an owlet."

"Where did you get him anyway? He's beautiful." Ginny smiled, staring at him and his small feathers.

Think. Think.

"My mum and dad finally decided to get me him after months of desperate letters."

That's a good enough lie.

"Well, at least it wasn't because of someone snoring." Ron butted in, "Apparently you were at it all night, Fred."

Now it was George's time to choke.

"What?" Fred pulled a sour face, glaring at Ron "I don't snore! You can bloody ask Angelina!"

"Not according to George, he was sleeping down here you were that bad." Ron shuffled more food onto his plate.

Fred stared at his twin, pissed off that he lied about him without asking or telling him first.

Why is he lying? What is going on? Why would he need to sleep downstairs?

"Sorry mate," George smiled sheepishly "Didn't want to crumble your ego."

Everyone but Fred continued to eat their breakfasts, he started to go through everything that happened earlier on that seemed out of place - how could everyone push this aside despite that is going on?

"Well?" Asked Fred, staring at his younger brother who walked out of the owlery.

Ron shook his head with an annoyed expression on his face "She's not there" he replied.

"I wish you had that map, you know, you should nick it from him when he's sleeping."

"I would" replied Fred "but he clutches to it when he sleeps."

Throughout the day, Fred gravitated closer to Ron, whispering to him, warning him about you and George - how things don't add up, how something much more is going on. Ron denied it at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to find out the truth, even if it meant catching you both together.

"I'm telling you, there's something going on," Fred grumbled, helping Ron and with the garden Gnomes whilst you and George helped Arthur across the field.

"Well, how are we going to catch them?" Ron grumbled, soil getting in his hair, "Do you think she was down there with him last night?"

Fred fell back, his clothes now like Ron's hair, coated in soil. Brushing it off and kicking a gnome he sighed "Well, we'll just have to wait downstairs for them tonight."

"And what if we don't catch them?"

Fred hesitated for a moment "We'll keep trying until we do, we need to make Ginny and Hermione aware too - we won't be able to know if she's left the room unless they tell us."

Stepping out of the bath and drying yourself off, wrapping a towel around you, you leave the bathroom, and bump into George who was standing there the whole time, desperate to get a moment alone with you.

"Y/N, we need to talk, quickly - now."

Your cheeks went red and started to burn, George had never seen you in little clothing before, but you knew now wasn't the time for either of you to have stars in your eyes - George sounded urgent, and he was always laid back.

Following George into his room, he quickly shut the door behind him and pushed a chair against the door, if he did any magic he could count on his mum shouting at him to come downstairs at once.

"They're onto us," George freaked, sitting on the bed putting his head in his hands.

You sighed and sat next to him, gripping your towel in place with one hand, whilst stroking his hair with the other.

"We both knew this wasn't going to be easy," you chewed your lip nervously, "but that doesn't mean we can't get through it."

"What are we going to do?" George stopped pressing his eyes against his palms and looked into your eyes, his worried-filled ones boring into you "It's obvious we can't sneak downstairs."

You stayed quiet for a moment, shifting through your thoughts and ideas, "Well, we'll just have to meet up outside the house. We both leave and come back at different times, so you leave before me, and I'm back when you're already going to sleep."

"The sun doesn't go down here until very late out, it gets cold, and I don't want you to-"

Cutting George off, you went through his drawers, pulling out an oversized, fluffy hoodie.

"Freeze to death?" you smirked, throwing it to him "I'll wear this if you fetch it."

George swallowed hard, the windows of opportunities started to close one by one, and the finish line of your relationship started to get closer and closer, only making his heart more eager and desperate to claim you as his own.

"Tonight?" he asked softly "What time?"

Planting a small peck on George's head, you walked over to his bedroom door, "wait for my owl, when he goes out to hunt, that's when."

Slipping out of George's bedroom, you hurried into Ginny's searching through your trunk to find some clean clothes.

Just as you were going into Ginny's room, Ron, Fred, Ginny, and Hermione sat downstairs coming up with a plan to dismantle your happiness - Ron felt betrayed, and at this moment, he didn't care if you hated him afterward - you fell for his older brother, something you promised you would never do.

"Since when did you know my brothers?" Ron piped up, mouth full of food.

Hermione grimaced at him, packing away her study books "Ron! Swallow your food first, don't be so foul!"

You shrugged "In the Owlery, they're really nice-"

"No, they bloody are not!"

"Ron, relax, it's not like I fancy them-"

Ron shuffled "well, everyone else does, and you better not."

You raised your hands up in defense "I won't! I promise!"

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Billy let his head fall back, resting against the side of the house.

He had lost track of time in his drunken haze, and was an hour past curfew.

No way his dad would let him in.

He thought about finding some girl, convince her into letting him drive her home, into letting him stay the night.

In whatever capacity that means. Rumors will only help him here, help him blend in.

He gave himself until the end of his cigarette. Then he would head inside are start sniffing at chicks.

He knew that Vicki girl was watching him earlier, and he’s pretty sure Tina is the one throwing the party. Maybe he can sweet talk his way into her bedroom. It’s beat having to go anywhere.

He stared at the dwindling cigarette.

It was cold out, but Billy was still drunk enough that it felt nice. It was too hot inside, everyone tugging at him, pushing him around, trying to cling onto him.

He took a deep breath, was about to stub out the dying cig against the side of the house when he heard humming.

A tune that nearly made his heart stop.

Harrington came around the corner, stumbling, and very drunk, holding a red cup with one hand, his stupid sunglasses with the other.

He stopped for a second, looking down at his feet, taking a shaking breath.

“It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor, would you be mine?” He laughed bitterly, pouring out his drink. He watched the spiked punch splatter in the grass at his feet. His eyes tracked up, landing on Billy as he clumsily sang, “could you be mine?”

“Mr. Rogers, huh?” Harrington just stared. “I like that show.”

“It’s good.” Steve was slurring, just a touch. “Mr. Rogers wants to be my friend. He says so. Every episode.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the idea of the neighborhood.” 

“Wish I had a neighborhood.” Harrington threw his empty cup into the bushes.

“You do.”

“No, like, a Mr. Rogers kinda neighborhood. Where everyone was nice, and, and people liked me, and I had friends. Mr. Rogers is my only friend and he’s not even real.”

“He’s real.” Harrington huffed dramatically at Billy.

“But he lives in the t.v. He’s not here. He’s not real in my life. Or I’m not real in his.” He furrowed his brows, looked like he was getting confused.

It was cute.

And Billy suddenly realized he didn’t know Harrington’s first name.

That Tom kid just kept referring to him as Harrington.

“I’m Billy.”

“I know.” Billy rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but I don’t know your name, Dumbass.” Harrington’s eyes went hollow. It was fucking creepy.

“It’s Steve. But Dumbass works too I guess.” Billy made a mental note never to call him dumbass again.

“Well, you know. Now that we know each other, we can be neighbors.” Steve’s face lit up slowly, like the words were sinking in one by one.

And then he threw himself at Billy, hugging him tightly around the middle.

And Billy realized, horrified, that Steve was sobbing into his neck.

Billy reached up, patting his back.

“Why don’t I take you home, Steve?” That was somehow the wrong thing to say, as Steve just started crying harder.

“No one takes care of me.”

“Whoa, who said anything about take care of? I was just gonna drop you off. Let your mom do all the heavy lifting.”

And then Steve’s legs seemed to give out under him.

“Mom’s not home. Never home.” A chill spread through Billy’s whole body.

“Is she, did she pass?”

“No. She just chooses not to be around me,” Steve wailed. Billy was very much in over his head.

But he may have found a place to sleep tonight.

And if Steve likes Mr. Rogers, he’s gotta have the channel at home.

Because that was the thing about moving to Hawkins. It meant leaving everything behind. Including, Mrs. Beverly down the street that let Billy come in and watch The Neighborhood with her.

She was old and kind, gave him cookies and turned a blind eye if he got choked up during an episode.

“Hey, Steve, just let me drive you home, okay?” Steve nodded into his neck.

Billy led him to his car parked far down the road. He didn’t want any assholes hitting it.

He had pounded some water before heading outside, and felt alright. Still a little hazy, but he’ll get them there in one piece.

Steve had calmed down some, just kinda had tears sliding down his face now, Which was better than his body wracking with harsh sobs.

He silently pointed at streets Billy was meant to turn down, and Billy, for once, drove slowly enough that it worked out.

Steve was still humming the theme song, his voice cracking every so often.

He pointed to a big house at the end of the street, and Billy pulled into the long drive way.

He glared at the huge fucking house. Steve made no move to get out of the car.

He was holding onto his seat belt, the car silent without his humming.

“Do you wanna come in?” His voice was tiny, like he already new the answer.

“Sure.” His head snapped up to look at Billy. Billy just killed the ignition and pulled himself out of the car.

He watched Steve, smile on his face, as he stumbled awkwardly out of the passenger seat, nearly falling over in the process.

Billy got one hand on his elbow as they walked to the front double doors.

“You wanna-I got Mr. Rogers on tape.” Steve was just holding his keys out for Billy.

There were only a few, one clearly a car key, so it was a matter of three different keys.

Steve seemed like he just didn’t wanna bother.

“I got a buncha episodes. We could watch one.”

“Sure, if you want.” Steve beamed at him. Billy just focused on getting the door open.

The second key worked and the heavy lock slid open.

Steve’s house was cold.

It was immaculately clean, like some kinda model home.

It looked like nobody lived in it.

Steve brought Billy through the entry hall to a door just off the kitchen leading into a basement.

This was better. The couch was worn and there was a blanket strewn on it like Steve had been curled up underneath it.

Billy realized this is probably where Steve spends most of his time in this empty house, the almost cozy television room downstairs.

There were shelves lined with tapes, all sorts of movies and neatly labeled television show recordings.

Steve had probably every episode of The Neighborhood in a section all on it’s own. Billy picked a random episode and hoped it wasn’t one guaranteed to make him cry.

He figured Steve’s breakdown was enough for one night.

Steve sang along to the theme song under his breath.

It was so damn cute.

He was slurring still, drunk and lazy, sitting low on the couch with the blanket pulled up to his chin.

It looked hand knit.

He had put some over Billy’s lap when he sat down.

The episode turned out to be fine.

For Billy that is.

It was an old one, one from about two years ago.

One about friendship.

And Steve seemed to be okay.

And then the story moved to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe.

The puppet people were on their way to a picnic at King Friday’s palace.

But Lady Aberlin was in a rush and forgot to get Daniel Tiger and bring him to the picnic.

And Daniel Tiger explained how hurt he felt, forgotten and left out by his friends. How they had fun without him and that made him feel bad.

And Steve was crying again.

“They, they just forgot Daniel-” Billy could barely make out what he was saying.

This was no pretty crying. This wasn’t a few dainty tears.

This was water covering Steve’s cheeks. This was snot and borderline hyperventilating.

And Billy has never felt more out of his depths.

“They don’t care about Daniel! They don’t love him!” Yeah, this was not about Daniel Tiger and the fucking picnic.

“Steve, of course they love Daniel. Lady Aberlin came back, and, and she apologized! Sometimes, you know, friends can just be shitty,” Billy offered. Steve wailed. There were tears dripping off his chin now.

“I wouldn’t know!”

“C’mon, man. Didn’t I say I was your friend?”

“You don’t even know me!”

“I’ve seen you fucking ugly cry three times tonight. I feel like I know you pretty well.” The episode was still playing, Mr. Rogers now explaining in that soft voice of his, that telling friends our feelings can help make us feel better. Billy pointed at the television. “Tell me your feelings! Mr. Rogers said it’ll help.”

“I, I, no one loves me. Nancy doesn’t love me, my old friends want fuckin’ nothing to do with me, and, and my parents don’t even like me, and I’m always left behind.”

“Wait, Nancy’s that girl, right? That Tom guy said you ditched him for her.”

“No. I ditched him because he was being a fucking asshole.”

“Them Steve, you kinda can’t complain that he wants nothing to do with you after you ditched him.”

“I tried to talk to him. Like, a month later. We were best friends since we were five, and it was one stupid fight, and I tried to talk it out, and he told me to go fuck myself.” Damn.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Steve had stopped crying by now, but his face was still wet. He was fucking covered in snot. Jesus Christ. “I tried. He just realized he was better off without me.”

“Or he was hurt and trying to protect his pride or some shit.” Steve deflated a bit.

“The Nancy thing is, that one’s real. She said she was just pretending. We’ve been together for a year. And I, I love her. And she’s just pretending.” Steve suddenly sat up, flipping the blanket down to let out his top half, scooting to sit against the armrest facing Billy.

The credits were rolling on the tape.

“Y’know, I offered to like, not go to college for her. I missed the early application deadline because my whole plan up until like two hours ago was to rot in this shitty fucking town for her. To settle down with her. To marry her. And she’s fucking pretending.” He finally wiped off his face. “I don’t even know what to do anymore. I fucking don’t.”

Billy didn’t either.

Well, he had a few suggestions, but you could always suck my cock, right here and now felt a little crass for the situation.

“You said early application. You’ve still got the regular deadlines.”

“I wanted to do early because Nancy had been helping me with my grades all fucking year. She helped me bring them up a lot last year and without her, man they’re gonna tank.”

“Nah. You got me now. I can give you a hand.”

Steve gave him a look, one eyebrow raised.

“What? I’m smarter than I look.”

“That’s not reassuring.” Billy reached out and slapped Steve’s arm. Steve pouted at him, rubbing the sore spot. “Owie.”

“Don’t fuckin’ say owie.”

“That hurt, Billy. What would Mr. Rogers say?”

“He’d agree you were being a pain in my ass.”

“Rude.”

Steve looked better. His eyes were a little bit brighter.

“So, Daniel Tiger. Did talking about your feelings help?”

Steve rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, just a teeny bit.

“Yeah, it did. Thanks, King Friday.”

“Oh, you better take that back! I am not King Friday.”

-

Here’s a clip from the episode they watch. It’s lowkey fucking brutal. (The clip is “Daniel Feels Forgotten” under the Daniel Striped Tiger section)

[high-functioning-lokipath]

Prompt: "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling." - Bucky x Reader Ft. Steve x Prism - Words: 1,683

"Please?" Your friend Prism begged you. "It's out first date but Steve's really nervous and, to be honest, so am I, and he'd really like a chaperone and-"

"Ok, ok! I'll do it!" You laughed. She let out a huge sigh of relief and hugged you tightly.

"You're a lifesaver, Y/N!"

Later that evening, you and Prism were heading downstairs to meet up with Steve for their date. "So where's he taking you anyway?"

"Not sure," She grinned. "Oh! And I forgot to mention! He said he's going to bring one of his friends too so it's not too weird. You know, just you? 'Third-wheeling'?"

"A friend?" You groaned as you walked out of the elevator into the lobby of the building. "As long as he doesn't bring-"

"Bucky!" Prism exclaimed excitedly, running up to her other friend. 

"Oh no," You said. "Why'd it have to be him?" 

"Well well well," Bucky smirked. "You didn't tell me you'd be bringing the stupid with you.” You rolled your eyes at his comment but decided to let it go. For now.

“Alrighty, then,” Steve said. “Shall we?” He asked, offering his arm to Prism. She grinned and took his arm, happily walking out with him. However, when you reached the door, Bucky let the door close in your face. 

“Oh I see how it is!” You yell, running out the door as fast as you can. “You want trouble?” You quickly shift into a cheetah and bolt ahead. Turning back as soon as you get in front of him, you pounce on Bucky, knocking him back and growling loudly. 

“What the-” Steve yells as Bucky shrieks girlishly. “Y/N! Down! Now!” You hop off and prance over to the couple, purring happily.

“What was that?” Bucky demands, getting up and dusting himself off. 

“Hi there,” You say, shifting back to yourself. Bucky looks utterly confused and you revel in the feeling. Steve shakes his head and sighs. 

“Ok, ground rules.” You realize that you may have gone a tad too far and so you listen quietly. “You two had better get along at least for tonight. It’s our first date for pete’s sake! Don’t make me regret not accepting Tony’s offer to be chaperone!” The rest of the walk to the restaurant was silent, at least from you and Bucky. You did notice he was watching you warily from the corner of his eye though. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long walk and you got there soon. 

“Oh! Italian! I love italian!” Prism exclaimed. Steve grinned and chuckled lightly.

“I figured everyone loves it, so,” He shrugged. “Safe option.” Dinner too went smoothly and before you knew it, the waitress was coming with the check. 

“One or two?” She asked.

“It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling,” You spoke up immediately. 

“Oh, well, um,” She stuttered. “I’ll just have to go re-split it. I-uh, hang on.”

“You’re new?” Bucky asked. She nodded nervously. “Just leave it in two.” She smiled gratefully and handed the two men their checks. 

“You didn’t have to do that, Bucky,” You said. “I have my own money too you know.”

“Yes,” He replied as he finished paying. “And I also am about to send you a request for your part of the check.” He tapped a few more things on his phone and you promptly felt your phone buzz. “Not too bad for a centenarian, huh?” You groaned loudly but sent him his money. He looked back at his phone with a smirk. “Finally seeing things my way?” His smile faltered, though, when he saw you’d labeled the payment ‘Medicare Payment’. “Now look here you little-”

“Stop it you two!” Steve growled. “I asked you two to come with us because you’re our best friends. Could you at least pretend to get along for one night? Please?” You both mumbled a quick ‘sorry’, genuinely embarrassed. It was their date night after all. After dinner, Steve decided to take Prism to a nearby roller rink that was, apparently, having a sock-hop night. The two of them immediately hit the rink while you and Bucky lagged behind. 

“I’m not so good on wheels,” You chuckled. Bucky laughed lightly and shook his head. 'He doesn't look so bad when he's happy,' You thought involuntarily. Realizing what you said to yourself, you shook your head slightly to push away the unwieldy thought.

“Me neither to be honest,” He replied. "Steve's always been better so you can guess how lousy I am." You chuckled and gave him a small smile across the table, falling into a surprisingly comfortable silence as you watched your two friends glide across the hardwood floor. Well, Prism glided. Steve, not so much.

A few days later, however, you found the truce from that night had very obviously expired. "What do you think you're doing?" You yelled, storming into the kitchen. 

"Whatsoever do you mean?" Bucky asked innocently, sipping on a cup of coffee as he sat next to Steve and Sam. 

"That is my mug, you dunce!"

"Oh it is?" He replied. "I didn't notice." He took another long sip, holding the mug with both hands to cover the 'Property of Blackmist' stamp on the bottom. 

"Give it back!" You yelled. Trying to grab it from him. Steve went to help you but Bucky slipped out of your grasps. Unfortunately, so did the mug. It went flying across the room and shattered on the floor.

"Doll, I'm so sorry," Bucky quickly apologized. You didn't hear him though, as all you could see was the mug your childhood best friend had given you shattered to a million pieces. You felt yourself get very angry very quickly but it was almost like watching a movie. You weren't really thinking. "Uh, doll? What are you doing?" Bucky asked. Your perspective seemed a little off, like you'd somehow gotten taller, but it didn't really register.

"Yep, this one's on you, Buck," Steve said, patting his friend on the shoulder and booking it. Sam just cackled and followed Steve.

"Ok, since I have no idea what's going on or what you're able to do, how about we just calmly discuss thi-woah!" You came running at him and went to punch him with your left hand. He ducked out of the way and that's when you realized what had happened. You saw a metal fist slam into the wall and felt the pain shoot up your arm. "Y/N?" Bucky called out carefully from behind you. You closed your eyes, consciously forcing yourself to return to normal, and turned around slowly. 

"I'm sorry," You whispered. Walking over to the broken mug you tried to see if it was possible to put it back together. 

"That was pretty special wasn't it?" He asked, still keeping his distance from you. You nodded and explained that Y/BFF/N had given it to you when you were teens. After gaining your powers, you had to move and really didn't see her anymore.

"I don't know exactly what happened. I've never done that before, turning into someone else and not an animal or something like that," You said. "I just got really angry and I guess I lost control of my powers. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," He said. "I haven't been very kind to you. You're a really nice gal and you do great work. I guess I haven't really given you a fair chance. Can we try again?"

"Alright," You smiled. Walking to the door together, you both were surprised when they didn't open. "Um, FRIDAY?"

"Captain Rogers ordered me to keep the doors to this room locked until you both, quote, 'realized how stupidly in love with each other you are.' To which Mr. Wilson added: 'And get your heads out of your butts long enough for you to realize that.'"

"Well," Bucky said, running his fingers through his hair nervously. "I guess we can use this as an excuse to spend some time together if that's alright?" 

"More than alright," You smiled. "Since we have the kitchen and living room area, how about I whip us up a fantastic brunch and then we play a few rounds of your favorite board game?"

"Really?" He replied, eyes lighting up. "Everyone else usually prefers movies or TV shows." You shrugged, getting out some eggs and bacon.

"Well, it's not that I don't love a good flick, but I guess I'm just old-fashioned that way. I'd prefer to talk over Clue or joke during Scattergories than veg in front of a screen." Bucky ginned widely and went to find his favorite game while you finished cooking. 

A few hours later, Steve and Sam stood outside the locked doors, trying to hear anything from inside. "Captain," FRIDAY suddenly asked. "Would you like to hear the audio feed from inside the room?"

"Yes please," He replied quickly, throwing a worried glance at Sam. "I just hope this was a good idea." Sam shrugged and didn't seem too worried.

"Barnes! You better watch yourself! You're going down!" They heard you yell. 

"Oh yeah? You think I'm gonna let a dame like you kick my butt? Ha!" Now Sam was worried.

"You think we should go in? They don't sound any better."

"I'm not sure, Sam. Maybe they'll work it-"

"No!" You screamed. "No! Stop that!"

"FRIDAY! Open the doors!" Steve was horrified at seeing Bucky pinning you to the ground near the coffee table. However, he was oblivious to the game and food set up around you.

"Bucky!" You squealed. "Stop tickling!"

"No way, doll! You build a hotel on Boardwalk, you pay!" 

"Boardwalk?" Sam mumbled. "Hey!" He called out. "You guys good?" Bucky rolled over, leaning back on his elbows next to you.

"Good?" You laughed, sitting up slightly as well. "We're better than good!"

"We're going steady!" Bucky grinned, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Steady?" The two men exclaimed. You laughed at their stunned reaction and grabbed the spare Monopoly playing pieces, holding them out.

"Now who'd like to get beaten at Monopoly Extreme?" 

[ana-benn]

Inspired by this interview:

If Only You Knew

Jamie Benn friends to lovers story featuring: angst, fluff, and a whole lot of miscommunication.

When you'd first accepted a job as the Stars PR assistant you figured you'd stay a few months, boost your resume, and move on. Quickly though you found yourself falling in love with the guys, and the job. It was fun to just be able to interact with them on a human level, and the fact that you knew the sport helped. They trusted you, so when your boss couldn't handle something you were called in. Especially if it was something pitiful. A guy wanted to do dinner and talk about getting his face out there more, or dealing with a girlfriend fall out. It usually fell on you.

The best part about the job was the friends you'd made, and for the first time in your life you had a beat friend. You and Jamie had instantly bonded, both being the ones who preferred sitting off by yourselves during events and parties. Of course the addition of Boston's resident playboy had originally put a damper on things, but they'd found a balance. Each bringing out the best in the other. It was endearing really, and you found yourself enjoying a different side of your best friend.

Gone was the shy behavior replaced by a new confidence and a desire to just be as good as he could. You found this new side of Jamie more and more attractive. At the same time it seemed all of a sudden the guy who'd schedule meetings when Tom, your boss, was busy so you'd have a built in excuse to have a mid-week hang out day was gone and all of a sudden he started dating like crazy. You'd spent so long taking for granted that Jamie was just as much of a workoholic as you, it was a shock to the system when he started bailing on your biweekly movies and junk food sessions. He wasn't able to eat crap that often, and you tried to eat right typically so it was a fun night, and one you both looked forward to.

Now here you stood in his dining room for the first time in months, after a decent but ultimately disappointing season, setting out a spread. Wings, pizza, beer, every kind of chip Jamie had in his pantry, with ice cream in the freezer for later. Your own growing interest in him romantically was under control at the idea of just spending quality time with your best friend.

"Hey!" Jamie greeted walking downstairs. "That smells amazing, but I've got to bail tonight. Jordie is on his way with crappy movies though so you and him can definitely hang out."

"Oh," was all you could think to say, trying to hide the disappointment on your face. "That's okay I'll just head home then."

"Come on, don't be like that. Jordie loves your company," Jamie tried.

"I like his too, but I kinda thought it would be nice to spend time with you," you tried to cover. "Don't worry about it. Another time."

"Come on, just hang out with Jordie. It's not like you have other plans," Jamie said walking to the living room.

You followed him, anger bubbling up, "I'm sorry?"

"Look you're here, right? So you didn't make plans, so hang out with Jordie, so you aren't alone," Jamie shrugged.

"I didn't make plans, because I thought you were making time for me for once." You muttered.

"What was that?" Jamie asked, you could sense his frustration mounting too.

"Jamie," you started, pausing to control your anger. "If you don't want to spend time with me that's fine. But don't pretend okay? I'm a big girl. I can find someone else to spend time with, you don't need to pawn me off on your brother."

"I'm not pawning you off," Jamie tried to placate you. "I just forgot Segs set up a double date, and I promised I'd come."

"Jamie, you don't have to do this," you sighed rubbing your fingers over your face.

"Obviously I do," he retorted.

"Jamie, just be honest!" You said exasperated.

"Honest about what, exactly?"

"You make time for the things you care about," you felt the break in your voice. "Don't pretend to care about me if you can't be damned to show it."

"Can we try irrational for $1000," Jamie snarked.

"I just can't do this anymore!" You yelled, furious. His mocking was the end of your rope.

"Really?" Jamie shouted back, sarcastically, "I thought you were being a bitch for no reason."

"You know what Jamie," you fumed. "Fuck you. I'm leaving." You went to grab your purse off the dining room table, where dinner sat getting cold.

"Fine," came his cold reply. "Lose my fucking number while you're at it."

"Bye Jamie," you said shutting his front door behind you.

You felt yourself fighting tears wondering how it came to this. Two hours ago you were excited, looking forward to a nice relaxing evening. Now it seemed everything was falling apart.

You made it into your car, and halfway to your apartment before the tears fell. You sucked it up long enough to get home, and before you'd even made it to you room your heart shattered. You laid in the hallway for an undeterminable amount of time, before the tears stopped. Your eyes hurt from crying so hard, and it felt like your heart had been removed from your body. You felt like you should call someone, anyone really, but the only voice you wanted to hear was the one who left you this sobbing waif.

It wasn't fair to expect Jamie to act any different really. You were the idiot who caught feelings, not him. He was free to date or spend his time however he wanted to. You just wanted the courtesy of him saying it, instead you lashed out and watched the friendship you'd built crumble.

That caused a new round of sobs as you thought you heard something in your hallway. You wrote it off as you focused on trying to calm your breathing. As you finally started to feel calm you heard a distinctive thump against your door. You slowly got up, wiping your face as best you could, thinking that there was a chance your elderly, Mr. Barnes, had fallen. You looked out your peephole and saw nothing. So you opened the door and before you could react you had a very drunk 6'2, 207 pound hockey player at your feet.

"It's you!" He exclaimed.

"Jamie?" You questioned. He nodded excitedly, "What are you doing here."

"I was drunk," he explained.

"I know that," you replied. "Why are you at my apartment instead of your house?"

"You've been crying," he announced finally getting up. You closed the door as he wandered to your couch, throwing himself on it. You hated how at home he looked here.

"Jamie, it's late I don't want to fight anymore. I'm going to get you a blanket," you said walking to your linen closet.

When you returned he looked at you with sad eyes, "I never want to fight with you."

"Jamie, I'm sorry about what I said okay. My feelings were hurt," you tried to soothe. He wasn't in a place to have a real conversation, but you knew he wouldn't sleep without something.

"You hurt mine first," he mumbled. His voice sounding much more sober suddenly.

"What?"

"You went out with Ben what's-his-face. I wanted to punch his face, but noooo. Tyler said I had to just let you realize we were perfect together, but you never did," he sounded so sad and broken.

"Jamie," you sighed out. But before you could say anything he was asleep.

You eventually made your own way to bed, determined to talk to Jamie tomorrow.

------------------------

The next morning you greeted Jamie with a bottle of water and Tylenol, "Here." You felt suddenly very shy with him, not knowing how today would go.

"Thanks," he mumbled downing all of it in one go. "How'd I get here?"

"I was hoping you knew."

"All I know is we fought, I went to my stupid dinner and I think I drank the place," he said rubbing his head. "Oh God, what did I say to you?" He suddenly jerked his head up.

"A lot actually. Apparently I hurt your feelings?" You said, not wanting to have this conversation, and also desperately wanting to have it.

"Look, I had feelings for you, but your my best friend. I shouldn't lash out like that, I'm sorry," Jamie apologized.

"What if I have feelings for you?" You asked, shyly meeting his brown eyes.

"Then, we have a new conversation to have," he said gulping slightly.

"I don't think so," you said, sliding your leg over his seating yourself on his leg. His hands immediately wrapping around your waist. "I think it's best if we just start right here." You kissed him softly.

"Now," you said, getting off him and taking his hand. "Neither of us got any sleep, so come with me." You pulled him back to your bed room onto your bed. As you both got situated his arms wrapped around you and your head rested on his shoulder. "We can't figure everything else out after we sleep," you whispered as you felt his lips against your head.

@captainbenn sorry it took so long. I already started a part two!

[imaginesandinserts]

Irreverent Pt. 40 - New York

Title: Irreverent Pt. 40 - New York Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: M Words: 7070

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You'd spent four weeks on and off in a cramped apartment in Paris with only Clyde for company when you swapped shifts. The two of you were becoming very comfortable with one another, and to his credit he had yet to try and make any sort of move.

The surveillance you were running was a long term operation, so you found yourself with an excess of time with nothing to do. You had mounted a punching bag to the ceiling so you could stay in shape. Derek would kill you if you spent four weeks eating nothing but croissants and undid all of your (his) hardwork.

In your time off, you lived out of a  hotel room. You'd debated simply buying a property in Paris to replace the one you'd handed off to your mother, and had even spent two long afternoons with a realtor. However, you found yourself really wishing Aaron was around to help you pick the one - any place you got now would really be meant for the two of you. Maybe Christmas in Paris with Jack so that the three of us can find a place we all like. Something away from the tourist traps - in the Trocadéro perhaps, something with a balcony.

You video called Aaron and Jack any spare moment you had, in between your visits back home every ten days or so. You swore Jack looked bigger between each visit. If Aaron was anything to go by, you were convinced Jack would be taller than you any day now. Aaron had pointed out that you were just exceptionally short, before lifting you with ease and throwing you onto the bed.

Clyde was prepping another round of surveillance but could tell you were as close to burnt out as possible, so had recruited another agent at Interpol under him, to take the next couple of weeks. He'd seen you off to the airport with strict instructions to recuperate and come back with your head in the game.

You arrived back home to an empty house. Jess and Andrew had taken the kids to the lake house to catch the last bit of summer, which you'd only remembered once you were already halfway across the Atlantic. Had you remembered earlier you would've swapped with Clyde and taken off a week when Jack would be home as well. As it was, you spent your first couple of hours doing laundry and repacking a new go bag. Aaron was flying back from a case in North Carolina and would be arriving later that night.

After showering and changing into loungewear, you slipped on Aaron's old law school hoodie (which pretty permanently lived in your side of the closet) before going back downstairs to put something together for dinner. With all three of you gone for the past few days, the groceries were meager. You debated running out to the store but if Jack was gone and you and Aaron got called in on a case the next day, that would be a waste. Settling for defrosting one of the lasagnas you'd made the last time you'd been back, you ended up snacking on Jack's fruit gummies in the meantime.

When Aaron got home, you were asleep on the couch with a blanket covering you. He carefully walked past the foyer and went upstairs to shower and change. You'd finished the laundry it would appear so at least he had fresh clothes to choose from and pack his own go bag. When he got back downstairs, you stirred slightly, catching sight of him dressed in pajamas with his hair still wet from the shower.

"Hey." Your voice was soft and sleepy and you made no effort to get up from the couch. Instead, you opened your arms, raising the blanket with you. Aaron smiles just slightly, before quickly joining you on the couch, his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. He mumbles a hello against your breasts, gently nuzzling while your legs entangle with his and you bring the blanket around to cover him as well.

"Are you hungry?" you ask. You'd been waiting on him to come home before you would actually put the food in the oven. You'd eaten two packs of the fruit gummies and a handful of almonds before exhaustion from the time difference had caught up with you and you hadn't been able to resist laying down on the couch with the late afternoon sun warming you up.

He shakes his head at your question. The team had grabbed food before boarding the plane and eating felt like too much effort. You're soft and warm against him and he finds himself drifting away to the feel of your fingers running through his damp hair, your other arm wrapped around the top of his shoulders.

"Was it a bad case?" Your question is hesitant, as if you're not certain if he'd want to talk about it yet if it was.

He tilts his head up to look at you, meeting your warm regard. "Aren't they all?" he manages with a grimace. He hadn't wanted to complain to you right then, but you also knew. If the team was there at all, nothing good was happening. No case was ever really good.

"I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

He shakes his head. Talking wouldn't do much.

You lean down, your lips just barely reaching his forehead before grazing against him.

He takes in a small breath before turning back. You feel the press of his lips against your chest and his hands drawing circles along your waist and stomach. He takes a deeper breath, letting himself be held by you.

*------------*

You had a morning meeting with McKinney to update him on the progress being made on the case with Interpol. He'd been please with everything you reported and brought up a few things he wanted you to consider.

"Agent Hotchner has been many things in your life - a boss, a mentor, and now the two of you are in a relationship. There will come a time where you have to make some concrete choices about the future and choose which roles you'd like for him to keep."

"Are you and your ex-wife still friends?" you ask.

McKinney seems surprised by your question, but he nods nonetheless. "We are, yes. For our daughter's sake."

"Same for me and Aaron. He doesn't need to be my boss or my boyfriend. But he'll always have to be my friend because of Jack." Not that you could even fathom a future without Aaron in it, but were it to ever happen you knew that you and Aaron would forever be in each other's lives. For Jack.

He nods understandingly. The two of you had formed enough of a relationship for him to understand that you were as ready as you ever would be to make the move more permanent.

"I'll sign off on some paperwork and have you designated as a temporary consult for the BAU then. I'm assuming you'll still want to participate in cases when you can."

"Yes, thank you sir."

When you got to the bullpen, it was to find it nearly empty with only Spencer, and even he appeared to be leaving.

"Hey, where is everyone?"

"Got a case. Need to ask Garcia to run something. Emily, JJ, and Morgan left already because she forgot her go bag," Spencer explained as he hurriedly grabbed his own stuff and made his way to the elevators. "Hotch should be in his office, still," he throws over his shoulder as he walks off.

"Thanks Spence."

You quickly make your way upstairs and knock on Aaron's office door before entering. He's seated in his chair, making a phone call, but gestures you in as you close the door behind you. You walk to his side of the desk and make yourself at home on his lap, your arm wrapped around his shoulders. He's obviously not very happy with whoever is on the other end but still smiles at you, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you steady.

If everyone was going on a case, you didn't want to sit at home and do nothing. Surveillance in Paris had been boring and you needed something mentally stimulating. "Can I come on the case?" you whisper, your other hand resting on his chest.

He quirks an eyebrow at you. He had thought you'd use the week off to properly rest. However he ends up simply nodding. He knew you wouldn't do well at home with neither him nor Jack around. You'd probably end up finding some sort of project that would exhaust you. He'd just have you take it easy during the case.

Aaron hangs up with a frustrated sigh. He puts his phone down on his desk, bringing both arms to wrap around you.

"What's wrong?" you ask, shifting to face him better

"There is not a single hotel in the city with more than two rooms available," he explains.  He'd been on the phone since the briefing ended and he'd had absolutely no luck.

You realized you had no actual information on the case at all. "Where are you looking?"

"New York."

"Like, New York, New York? We finally have a case in Manhattan?" Your face lights up. In all your time with the team, you'd never had a case in the city. Since your life had pretty much revolved around work for the past few years, you hadn't been back since your first holidays at the Bureau.

"Yes," Aaron smiles at your obvious excitement. He knew you had a special connection to New York. "And absolutely nowhere to stay, so we'll all really get to enjoy the Big Apple at night from the streets."

You laugh at his dramatics. "We can just stay at my place."

"Your place? You still have it?" he questions, his head tilting in confusion. You hadn't lived there in years, he couldn't imagine why you'd maintained a residence there.

"Yeah, I never bothered selling, and its big enough," you reply, shrugging your shoulders.

Of course you had a place big enough in Manhattan to comfortably host seven people. Aaron had to resist an eyeroll. He was really starting to do that a lot more and Prentiss had called him out on it, saying it looked unnatural on his face.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll make some calls," you reply, placing a quick kiss to his cheek before standing to head to the airport. "You can brief me on the case on the way. I have no idea what I'm walking into."

The two of you grab Rossi and Reid (with a quick hello for Penelope along with a delivery of croissants) and make your way to the airport. The three of them together fill you in on the details of the case. New York had had a rash of arson cases across the city and each time they'd uncovered bodies - male and female - tied up ang gagged. By the time firefighters arrived and put out the fires, the bodies were half burnt, however the Medical Examiner's report revealed that the victims had been alive at the time of the fire. Most of them had died from asphyxiation and smoke in their lungs before the fire ever got to them.

Apparently Emily had been a total disaster magnet, as her go bag hadn't been at her house either. She'd had to pack an entirely new bag while Derek and JJ waited for her, so the rest of you had managed to make it onto the plane before them. When they finally arrive - with Emily throwing apologies all around and grabbing a croissant from the box you'd left in the middle for everyone - the plane finally takes off.

"How many pastries did you eat every day?" Derek asks disapprovingly, poking at your stomach as he settles in across from you.

Damn it. You'd hope he wouldn't notice. "I told you," you muttered to Aaron, who only shakes his head. You'd lamented the fact that your six pack was turning into a four pack that morning while the two of you had gotten ready for work. He'd tried reassuring you that you were still in good shape and a few pastries weren't going to kill you. But what did he know? He managed to go on a run once in a blue moon and still look great.

For his part, Aaron had noticed of course that you were the teensiest bit softer from a whole month in Paris, but he didn't mind at all. A little more to hold and most of the weight had gone right to your ass so he really wasn't complaining at all. Plus, Aaron Hotchner was a smart man. He wasn't about to be the one to tell his girlfriend that she'd gained maybe five pounds from a month in Paris, surrounded by her favorite food and stuck in an apartment with very little to do.

"Probably a few too many," you admit guiltily. "Wanna work out again once we're back?" You figured you might as well put that out there so he'll be nicer to you.

"Yeah, but we aren't waiting till we get back. You and I are going on a run. Early tomorrow morning." His voice is full of threat of bad things to come if you complain, so you nod meekly, knowing you're in for a heck of a workout if he has anything to say about it.

"I can't believe you let him say that to you," Emily remarks, stuffing a second croissant into her mouth, looking every bit the picture of perfection.

You laugh. Derek wasn't being intentionally mean. "I told him he has to be mean to me," you explain. "Otherwise I'll just let it slide and do the bare minimum to pass the physical exam. Honestly I didn't even eat that many pastries and if I had been doing cases like normal here I would've been fine. Sitting in an apartment all day long is killer."

They all agree with you - no one enjoyed surveillance cases. The team chats a bit more about Paris, the case, and what everyone had been up to while you were away.

"Wait, Derek, I almost forgot, when're you going to ask Savannah?" You turn to Derek, eager to know what he'd decided for his proposal to Savannah. Him and Penelope had gone to pick out the ring a few weeks back, video calling you during, and he'd managed to pick out a gorgeous ring for her.

"Our anniversary is coming up, so probably the day right before if we're free. That way we can celebrate the actual anniversary properly," he says, waggling his eyebrows.

You laugh. "Well, just make sure it's the kind of proposal she'll like. Nothing big and public."

"Yeah, probably just the two of us actually. I'm planning on picking her up from work and taking her to that new property I've been working on to show her properly," he says. Derek had shown you all photos of the place that he was remodeling and you knew it was his vision of his forever home. The fact that he was choosing to propose to Savannah there spoke volumes.

"That's actually cute," Emily remarks, impressed that he'd managed to put together something that wasn't entirely cringe inducing.

"Hey don't sound too surprised." The two of them rib at each for a bit as you watch fondly. You'd missed this.

"What was your first proposal like?" Emily asks, turning away from Derek and glancing quickly at Hotch beside you, bent over a stack of paperwork as usual. However by now, you all know that that means nothing - he hears everything.

Aaron listens in as you tell Emily about how Matthew had proposed at Thanksgiving your last year of college, in front of everyone. He cringes internally, knowing that definitely was not your style. You'd want it to be private - something special that only you could have. He has a hard time not looking up at the baggage stowaway where a small box has sat, hidden in a pair of socks he never wears, just waiting for the right moment.

"You should've dumped him in public - revenge for the public proposal," Emily says, a dark smile marring her face.

"I pretty much had to," you reply. "I broke up with him earlier in private, returned the ring and everything. But he found me, out at a bar later and went totally ballistic, accusing me of all sorts of things. My friend Ricky ended up punching him in the face."

Aaron chuckles, looking up finally and revealing that he had, of course, been listening the whole time. "I think I'd like this Ricky kid." Anyone punching Matthew in the face was good in his book.

You share a look with Derek and there's a smirk dancing at his lips. He knew exactly who Ricky was.

Smiling, you lean into Aaron ever so slightly. "I think you would too."

You'd felt him tense earlier as you told Emily about Matthew's proposal - you weren't sure if it was because of Matthew or the proposal. You'd had to resist peaking over at him while you spoke with Emily, knowing he'd notice that for sure. You didn't want to send the wrong impression. Not that you were expecting a proposal anytime soon. It hadn't even been a whole year since the two of you were together, and with Aaron, you weren't sure if a proposal was coming at all.

You knew if you voiced this to Emily or anyone, they'd tell you were crazy. That of course Hotch wanted to marry you - how could you think he wouldn't. But Aaron had already done the marriage thing and it hadn't gone so well. After Haley, you were surprised he wanted to risk his heart again at all. Your relationship was already more than you could have ever imagined or hoped for. You didn't need to be married to him if that wasn't something he could give to you. He'd already given enough.

You looked across the aisle and saw that JJ looked a little pale. She hadn't grabbed a croissant like everyone else, which was fine of course. However she also had an unopened bag of Cheetos in front of her and that was definitely not normal. The plane gets some turbulence and her hands fly to her mouth. The next second she's up and rushing to the bathroom.

You share a look with Emily. That definitely wasn't normal. The two of you get up and walk towards the back of the plane to wait for her.

As JJ exits, you hand her a bottle of water which she accepts gratefully.

"Are you okay?" Emily asks, reaching out to smooth her hair in place.

JJ looks apprehensively between the two of you before nodding. "Yeah," her voice is soft as if she's trying not to be overheard. However something passes over her face and you can see her steel herself. Raising her voice, she draws the attention of everyone on the plane. "Actually I have some news to share. I'm pregnant," she announces, smiling slightly.

"Oh my goodness, congratulations." Emily quickly wraps her into a hug.

You hug her next as the three of you walk back to your seats and everyone else also congratulates her. Rossi kisses both her cheeks and tells her he's excited for a new bambino in the family.

You settle back down into your seat next to Aaron as everyone pulls JJ into baby talk. Aaron's hand finds its way to yours, intertwining your fingers together and giving you a light squeeze.

You look over at him and he's giving you a look. The look that asks, Are you alright?

You glance towards JJ and smile, before looking back at him. I'm not going to fall apart because JJ is pregnant and I'm not. I'm alright. He can read your looks well enough by now.

He nods hesitantly but doesn't push the matter. The two of you weren't even trying for a baby but Aaron felt a dull ache in his chest at the subject on your behalf. He worried that it affected you more than you let on, despite how you engaged with JJ and asked her when she was due and started discussing throwing her a baby shower with Emily.

He keeps his hand intertwined with yours the rest of the plane ride.

*------------*

Hotch assigns out roles to everyone - sending Prentiss and Morgan to the latest crime site and Reid starts working on a geographic profile while Rossi and JJ go to speak with the victims' families. He keeps you with him at the precinct to go meet with the lead detective on the case.

You'd made a phone call on the car ride over, speaking in accented Russian with a woman named Tatiana, and he realized he hadn't actually known you spoke Russian. French, Spanish, and Urdu he'd known about. He briefly wonders what else he doesn't know about you.

When he was still moving into the house, he'd come across some photos of you in a sleek white dress looking ethereally beautiful, dancing with a boy who looked barely old enough to drive. The white gloves and other kids dancing in the background suggested it was your cotillion. There were a few more photos - photos of you dancing with your father and brothers and then another of you dancing with a blonde man who towered over you. Finally there were the polaroids of what was obviously an after party to the same event. Your dress was the slightest bit wrinkled in those and you were mostly photographed with Julian and the blonde man, your young, age-appropriate date nowhere to be seen. The photo that had really caught his eye was one of you draped across both men, leaning against Julian with your legs on the blonde man's lap, your white dress splayed around you. You'd seen what Aaron was looking at and told him how you'd exchanged your original white dress for one that was more adult and had an open back and how you'd been the scandal of the season. He'd laughed, looking back at the photo in his hand. Julian was looking at the camera while you drank straight from a bottle of champagne. That blonde man however, his eyes were trained on you and you alone.

The two of you arrive at the precinct and are directed to the conference room where, through the windows, he could see a black man in a suit speaking with a uniformed officer. Aaron walks to the conference room with you at his heels and knocks on the open door to announce your arrival.

The black man looks up at the knock. "Agent Hotchner," he greets, walking over to the two of you, his eyes trained on Hotch before he catches sight of you and his eyes get wide. "Y/N! What're you doing here?" he exclaims, leaning down to give you a slight hug.

You smile wide, returning the gesture. "I'm with the BAU," you explain.

"You're a Fed?" He seems very surprised at that and Aaron watches as you chuckle.

"Hey, you aren't Officer Lewis anymore, you're a detective. So looks like we both moved on up in life," you tease, giving him a friendly shove.

Detective Lewis laughs at that though he still appears surprised.

Hotch looks between the two of you, eyebrow quirked up in question. "You two know one another, I presume."

You nod. "Yeah, back when I lived in New York, the then Officer Lewis helped me out with a little stalker issue I was having. He was the only one that believed me," you explain with a slight smile on your face.

You had had a stalker? Aaron starts to ask for more information on the matter, however he's interrupted by the uniformed officer telling you that the evidence you'd asked to see on your way in was available. You quickly excuse yourself with another smile at Detective Lewis and himself.

As if sensing his need to know more, Detective Lewis turns to Hotch, to explain how you'd had a stalker who had been following you around for the better part of two months and when you'd reported it, no one had taken it too seriously until the guy had cornered you with a knife one day and cut some of your hair to take with him. "Nasty piece of work. Her lawyer got the judge to issue a warrant and they ended up finding child porn on his computer so they got him for that. The whole place was like a shrine to her though. There were photos of her everywhere, even inside her apartment. Completely nuts dude who was probably on the path to do something much worse than cutting some hair."

Aaron nods grimly as he watches you speaking with the officer across the room. Even in heels you stood a head shorter than most people. Sure, you were strong and could fight now, but he knew that hadn't always been the case. He could just imagine some terrifyingly large man cornering you at night and shoving you against a wall before knifing hair off of your head. The thought alone made bile rise in his throat.

"Anyways," Detective Lewis continued, "there was a prison riot a month after his arrest and he died during that. Good riddance I say."

So much for the small blessings.

*------------*

Later that evening once the team had made some headway in the case but it was far too late to do much more, everyone headed out to drive to your place. Aaron pulled up to the address on the GPS - an older building just across from Central Park and close to the Midtown precinct the team was based out of.

Everyone exits the vehicle, Morgan and the rest in the car that had pulled up right behind him. An older man dressed in a plain yet well-fitted suit had exited to meet you.

"Petyr!," you greeted, meeting him halfway and kissing both cheeks.

The man - who appeared to be Eastern European - respectfully returned a smile. "Hello Miss. It is lovely to see you again."

You hand over both of the car keys to Petyr and ask that they be fueled and ready by eight in the morning, before leading everyone inside. Aaron can sense the collective mixed energy of the team - excitement and apprehension and exhaustion from the day they'd all had. It was rare for the Bureau to put them up in a nice hotel and as they entered the lobby of the building, it was clear that this was nicer than any place they'd ever stayed in prior.

They all follow you, past a desk of similarly suited men - all of whom are carrying firearms, Aaron notes - seated in front of screens monitoring the location. You wave at them and Aaron sees one of the screens populate with the entire team's names and faces as the security personnel glance over the group.

He expects you to lead them to the elevators behind the desk, however you open a door to the right just past the security desk, revealing a second set of lifts. You enter last, pressing the only button available and the elevator begins to rise. And rise. And rise.

The team spills out of the elevator, directly into a large living room with floor to ceiling windows, of what is quite obviously the penthouse. The gasps from Prentiss and JJ as they walk towards the windows to get a view of the city and park below are telling. Even Dave seems impressed.

Aaron looks around and he can tell it is your place - the deep navy blues and forest greens of the throw pillows on the large couch, the grand piano sitting in a corner (You'd recently began teaching Jack on the smaller one that sat in the living room at home.), the large marble kitchen island with a bowl of lemons sitting at the center. It was the wall art which truly stood out however - a lot more Warhol and Basquiat rather than the watercolors he was used to with you. It was a dialed up version of your home now. Your place in Georgetown was a muted version of this - a more grown up and less ostentatious version which spoke to how you'd tried to fit in early on with the team and underplay exactly how wealthy you were.

The team mills about remarking at the place as you point them all to rooms down the hallway to the left. From down the hallway he hears Morgan's voice. "There's a mint on my pillow!"

JJ walks to the kitchen and opens the fridge to reveal that it is fully stocked - drinks of every sort. The cabinets were stocked with snacks and Aaron notices that there were Cheetos for JJ and the pretzel sticks that Reid munches on mindlessly when he's deep in thought. The wet bar to the side of the kitchen has Rossi's brand of scotch. You point to an intercom machine and tell them they can order food using it.

"We can't have restaurants deliver here directly," you explain. "There's some people in the building who are sensitive about revealing their address, so the guys downstairs will handle it. Just ask for whatever you want from any restaurant in a reasonable distance. They'll take care of the check and everything."

"At some point, we're going to have to have a talk about how much money you have exactly," he mutters to you as you come to stand by his side at the edge of the kitchen.

You laugh, that laugh that causes his heart to skip ever so slightly every time. "Oh honey, we're gonna need lawyers for that conversation," you respond, your eyes twinkling with amusement.

He had a feeling you weren't joking.

He moves to head down the hallway towards the bedrooms but you stop him, indicating a different hallway to the side of the kitchen instead. The two of you say good night to the rest of the team, leaving Prentiss and Rossi sitting on the couch with identical glasses of scotch poured, JJ munching on whatever snacks she could carry with her, and Reid browsing through the bookshelves lining the corner behind the piano. Morgan had already retired for the night.

*------------*

You led Aaron down the hallway and to your old room. It was weird having everyone here, especially since you hadn't been back here yourself since you'd started with the BAU. The one time you'd come back to New York after joining the Bureau officially had been that first holiday season, and you hadn't stayed here then.

You couldn't deny that you were a little apprehensive about Aaron's reaction to the place. It was definitely a more vibrant and rebellious version of you - the version that had just found out about Julian and just broken it off with Matthew and had sought only to escape. Your entire apartment was a testament to that idea - a stark contrast to the Connecticut old money roots that you'd grown up in.

You watched as he looked around the bedroom. This was perhaps the room which would feel the most familiar to him. Your shared room back home was a near mirror copy, down to the mirror in the corner. You'd never really compromised on how you wanted your bedroom to be, though you couldn't deny that it fit in a lot better with the Georgetown house. Here it felt washed out compared to the rest of the apartment.

You see a smile appear on his face as he sees the mirror in the corner. "Never took you to be such a creature of habit," he remarks, undoing his tie.

"Only when it comes to the bedroom. I don't play around with where I sleep."

You find yourself watching as he removes the tie with a soft pull and the jacket comes off right after, followed by the belt.

"I'm going to take a bath," you tell him, heading towards the door to the bathroom. You hope he'll decide to join you but don't bother asking.

After turning the water on and finding the bath bomb you like, stocked to the side, you drop it into the large tub. Quickly taking your clothes off, you climb into the tub and let the hot water envelop you. It had been a long time since you'd really enjoyed a bath, and the warmth from the water seeped into your bones as you relaxed against the back of the tub, the smell of gardenias wafting around you. Tatiana was about to get a wonderful tip for her work today. The bath bomb had been an unasked for extra.

You're so far blissed out that you barely hear the sound of the bathroom door opening as Aaron enters. He sees you with your head leaned back and eyes closed, the bubbles in the tub grazing the top of your chest and hiding the rest of you beneath.

"Hey." His voice is soft so as to not startle you.

You open your eyes to see him taking off the rest of his clothes, before he dims the bathroom light so that the two of you are bathed in a warm yellow glow. You shift forward and give him a hand to help him climb into the tub and slot himself behind you. His long legs nearly touch the other end as they stretch out on either side of you. Aaron pulls you back to lean against his chest. The water is too warm for his taste but he knows you run colder than he does. There's a view from the tub of the entire city and he can see the Empire State Building entirely lit up.

"Are there any other homes I should know about? You're not hiding a chalet in the Swiss Alps, are you?"

You chuckle, tilting your head back to look at his face. "There's a few more properties that I kept. I handed off most everything in Europe to my mother, besides my first place in Florence."

"Your first place?"

"I helped my father with a business deal when I was fifteen," you answer, tilting your head up to look straight out into the city. "He told me to pick a city and he'd buy me a place there if the deal went well. I always loved Florence."

Aaron takes note of the slight conflict in your tone. Your father is very much a touchy subject and he knows you find it difficult to enjoy the things in your past that are still linked to him. He doubted you'd been back there since.

"We should go to Florence then," he whispers, placing a kiss to the side of your neck and resting his head on your shoulder.

You smile, bringing your hand up to touch his cheek. He kisses the edge of your palm, the only part his lips could reach. "Maybe you can grow out the beard again then," you joke. There was a small part of you that was curious and regretted having been on the outs with him for those two weeks when he'd been back and had a full beard. It had never happened again. Jack hadn't been a fan apparently.

Aaron breathes out a laugh, the sensation causing goosebumps on your skin. "You liked the beard?" He sounds amused and a little bit…cautiously curious.

"Mm I think I just regret having missed out on that experience. We should've just had hate sex or something when you got back from Pakistan."

This time his laugh is deeper and he pulls you back against him tighter, drawing a squeal from your mouth. He cups your face towards him, capturing your lips in a sweetly insistent kiss, causing a moan to escape from you. His touch is gentle. It always is with you. A reminder that hate sex isn't really a concept between you. Even in the moments when you're rougher with one another, a touch more aggressive, pushing boundaries and testing limits, it's never hate. Frustration, sure. Anger, maybe. But hate? No. Never.

You lean back against him, allowing his body to hold you up entirely. His hands roam. Past your arms, brushing the underside of your breasts, moving lower. He peppers the top of you shoulders with soft kisses and you allow your eyes to flutter shut and simply enjoy his touch.

You dance your fingers against his thighs, feeling the thick muscles there flex and unflex as your touch moves back and forth.

His hand cups you under the water, one finger grazing against your opening, then two. With his other hand he cups your breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over the nipple, each graze sending the barest of sensation rushing through you, as he gently coaxes it into a peak. You know you're growing wetter and its not just the bathwater.

His light touch is dizzying in its barely thereness. He enters you with two fingers, softly exploring. He crooks his fingers just barely, finding the rough patch inside and grazing over it as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in languid circles. He continues the light touches until he's drawn far too many soft and wanton moans from you. The water is warm and your head is heady from the perfume that sits over the entire room and Aaron is solid behind you, taking his time working you up to the edge. When he finally lets you come, it is almost as an afterthought. His lips have never once left you in their devotion.

Hate never really was an option.

*------------*

Derek had been an absolute drill sergeant, knocking on your door at five thirty in the morning. You'd forced yourself to get up so he wouldn't wake Aaron, grabbing the workout clothes from your bag and taking them outside with you. Derek had turned around as you quickly got dressed and the two of you had run five miles, after which he made you do burpees and push ups in the park. You had gotten back to your room completely exhausted, promising yourself you wouldn't even look at a croissant again. Yeah, right.

Aaron was already up by the time you had returned. He'd managed to figure out the coffee machine in the kitchen after realizing it was a slightly older version of the one you had at home and had made you a latte just how you liked it. He handed it to you as you exited the bedroom dressed in a suit he hadn't seen before. It looked like you'd gone shopping in Paris, the dark green suit fitting you like a glove. You'd paired it with black stilettos as you were going to be spending most of the day at the precinct anyways.

"Good morning," he says, smiling appreciatively at the new outfit.

You hopped up onto the kitchen island as you usually did on mornings when it was just the two of you. He leaned against the counter across from you, drinking what was sure to be his second cup. You took a sip of the latte he'd made and it was perfect. Sometimes you wondered how Haley had dealt with him, because while Aaron was certainly capable there was a lot of stuff which he did automatically now that you'd had to teach him - making the perfect cup of coffee being the most important one. Though it hadn't all happened over the course of just your relationship. The coffee thing, he'd learned for you much earlier.

It appeared you two were the first ones ready, though you could hear sounds coming from down the hallway, indicating that the rest of the team was at least awake. The early morning sunlight was streaming in through the large windows, reminding you why you'd chosen this place. It hit Aaron just perfectly, creating a halo around him.

You reach out drawing him closer to you by his tie, intent on saying good morning properly. He looks back towards the hallway, before allowing you to pull him down to meet your lips. He's slow and methodical, kissing you just so, before his tongue darts out to lick your lips, prompting you to open your mouth to him. Your hands are still clutched onto his tie and his hands run up your legs, your thighs, and your waist. He can feel your legs instinctively start to wrap around him, the heel of your stiletto digging into the back of his thighs. You let go of his tie to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him in even closer as he releases you with a gasp. You barely have a second to draw a breath before he returns, the two of you lost in your own world.

Only the insistent clearing of a throat accompanied by Emily's claps are enough to break you apart. You turn to see Rossi, Derek, and Emily standing at the edge of the kitchen. Rossi appears unbothered, Derek seems embarrassed, and Emily is exuberantly thrilled as she congratulates you for getting a morning makeout session in, before stealing your coffee. You and Aaron quickly adjust yourselves, however you're glad to note that he appears mostly unaffected as well. Life was far too short to be embarrassed by having your coworkers (who were staying in your home) catch you kissing your boyfriend.

To be honest, it was probably good for Emily to see this on occasion. She'd been convinced that Aaron was, in her words, the human equivalent of vanilla pudding. She figured that between both of your lack of a wide range of sexual partners, that the two of you only fucked in missionary. She couldn't be further from the truth, however you didn't really care to clear up her misconceptions. Not everyone needed to be bound up and choked to the brink of death in order to feel something.

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Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat - Chapter 18

Summary: Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1.7k

A/N: It’s a bit of a shorter chapter, but very important for the story 🤗Also, I’m writing a little something something for Chris Evans and if you are interested and want to, please check it out 🤗💕

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Being 25 weeks pregnant is no piece of cake and I forgot how much I dislike it, especially in this heat. I’m nothing but a sulking mess in front of the air conditioning. When I was pregnant with Vanessa, poor Belle didn’t know what hit her and every time I was in a grumpy mood (which was daily), she had to deal with that. Now Henry and Vanessa are in this together, but they somehow continue to be the sweetest. I have mad ass respect for them, because I know that I’m in no better mood than I was during my first pregnancy if not worse. This baby likes to play football with my bladder.

Today we are having an ultrasound that will determine the gender of the baby. We were supposed to find out three weeks ago, but since the power was out at the maternity clinic, we couldn’t use the ultrasound machine, only an old piece of crap, that did determine that the baby’s heart was okay.

Vanessa walks out of the kitchen with a big smile on her face. ‘Mommy, we have pancakes.’

‘That’s great, sweetheart,’ I say from the couch.

School starts in two weeks and though I love that girl with all my heart, I’m happy that she is going back to school again, so we can have a certain routine in place again. My maternity leave starts in a month and I can’t wait for that to start.

I try to get up from the couch, but I can only let out a huff. I mean, I could get up by myself, but it’ll cost me too much energy. ‘Sweetheart, could you get your dad for me, please?’

Vanessa chuckles, because she always likes it when her dad helps me out. He is setting an excellent example for her and I hope that it will be moments like these she’ll remember once she will date herself. ‘I will, wait here, mommy.’

She skips to the kitchen, while Kal places his head on my knee. ‘I know, baby,’ I say to him. ‘We have fifteen more weeks to go, until you have another baby sister.’

‘Does my lovely queen need a little help getting up?’ Henry asks, who walks into the living room with a big smile on his face. Ever since we found out I was pregnant, there was an instant switch in his behavior. He has always been sweet and thoughtful, but nowadays he shows what he has been doing the past months that I have known him, it was only twenty five percent of his love.

I can’t carry groceries anymore, I can’t clean up the house anymore, because of the chemicals and the hard work (something that you won’t hear me complain about and I really hope this continues after I give birth and years beyond) and he literally does anything I ask him to.

Around a week ago I was thinking out loud with Vanessa what kind of snack I wanted and he rushed to the kitchen to get it for me. When we are in bed, he cuddles up with me from behind and places his hand on my bump. Our bed is the only place where he doesn’t ask me permission for touching it, which on its own is adorable. Whenever we are out of the bedroom, meaning downstairs, at his parents, in the mall, you name it, he’ll hover his hand over my stomach, before he looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

Every single time.

He is so sweet and so loving and I can’t believe that I went from an asshole like Wesley to a lovely man like Henry.

I hold out my hands for Henry and he pulls me up, before pressing a kiss on my forehead. ‘My little grumpy lady,’ he chuckles.

I scoff. ‘I’m not grumpy,’ I retort.

‘You are, mommy.’ Vanessa grabs my hand and says: ‘But that’s okay. You are growing a baby in your belly.’

Vanessa has been nothing but understanding and I love her with my entire heart for it. However, though it’s true, I refuse to believe that I’m grumpy, because I feel like I was on my best behavior today. ‘When exactly was I grumpy?’

‘This morning,’ she answers. ‘You yelled at daddy for giving you tap water instead of the one from the bottle. You stomped your feet when you found out he ate the last cookie. You cried when you saw that he gave you the wrong socks.’

‘Oh,’ I mumble, already forgotten that I actually done all of that this morning. Oh poor Henry. ‘I have been mean to daddy quite a bit, haven’t I?’

She nods.

‘Have I been mean to you?’

Thankfully she shakes her head, though I feel like she only says that to spare my feelings.

‘Good,’ I chuckle. ‘Do you think I should apologize to dad?’

‘You should, but remember, he will always love you.’

That shouldn’t make you cry, Olivia, so please don’t do that! I look up to my handsome and loving boyfriend Henry and say: ‘I’m sorry.’

He starts to laugh, before he shakes his head. ‘That’s okay, my love. You can’t help it.’

We walk to the dining room and once we’re seated, we start to eat the pancakes and they are really good. ‘Are you guys ready for today?’ I ask them.

Vanessa starts to nod. ‘I am. I really want a sister.’

‘You do?’ Henry asks. ‘And when we find out it’s a boy, what are you going to do then?’

Though Henry pretends he doesn’t understand parenting and is in awe with how I raise Vanessa, he caught on so quickly, asking her those deep questions. He tells me that we should raise all our future kids just like this, causing me to reassure him that we are definitely doing that to an extent, because I have a feeling that I found the perfect parenting style for me. Again to an extent again.

‘I’ll love him no matter what,’ Vanessa answers. ‘It’s just that I get girls better.’ That’s so deep. ‘Boys in my class are dirty.’

I snort. ‘Boys are dirty, I totally agree.’

‘Excuse me?’ Henry says, with a raised eyebrow. ‘I’m a boy and am I dirty?’

‘I was going to add that all boys are dirty, except for the Cavill guys, had you let me finish.’

He smiles, holding my hand on the table. ‘That’s better.’

Vanessa scrunches up her nose. ‘I think uncle Piers is pretty dirty. His farts smell really bad.’

Now Henry can’t stop the laugh. ‘You are totally right, my sunshine.’ He looks from Vanessa, to me, back to Vanessa, back to me, all with a loving smile on his face.

‘Mommy, daddy’s been acting weird.’

I nod. ‘I know, he is probably thinking to himself how he got so lucky that he got not only me, but also you and also this baby.’

‘How did you know?’ Henry asks, honestly in shock.

‘I know everything. That comes with being a mom.’

Vanessa agrees. ‘My mommy knows everything.’

‘That’s not true,’ Henry retorts. ‘No one on earth knows everything.’

Vanessa takes a bite of her pancake, thinks about her answer and eventually says: ‘Well, my mommy knows a lot. More than you.’

‘Yeah, sweetheart, you tell him the facts now.’

Henry sighs deeply, before laughing. ‘Always teaming up against me. Let’s hope the new baby agrees with me more often.’

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Because I’m in desperate need for some love from Vanessa, I’m sitting in the back of the car and hold her hand. ‘Together with the terrible mood swings going to the grumpy part of my feelings, I also have been overly emotional. I cry while watching Winnie the Pooh, the drawings Vanessa makes, make me end up bawling like a baby and sometimes when Henry and I are in bed, I just start to sniffle, simply because he gives me a kiss.

I can’t wait for the pregnancy to be over and to hold our new little baby, hoping that the hormones will normalize a bit.

I look at Henry through the rearview mirror and I can’t hide my smile anymore. I’m so happy right now, it’s disgusting really. When I’m at his mom’s place, we talk about life and she says that though she loves her husband dearly and he was an angel throughout her pregnancies, it’s nothing compared to how Henry is with me.

When we arrived at the maternity clinic, Vanessa sits on Henry’s lap, as she looks around the waiting room. ‘Mommy, how are you feeling?’

‘I’m feeling good, sweetheart.’

‘Are you nervous?’ She resits on his laps and places her hands on my stomach. I hate it when people outside my family touch my stomach, it makes me want to punch then in de face, but when she does it, I feel so loved, I feel so beautiful. Vanessa makes sure that I’m happy and that I feel good about myself. She is an honest angel.

‘I’m not. I’m excited.’

‘Me too.’

We are the next to be called in and Vanessa is sitting on Henry’s knee, as I lay on the examination chair. I pull up my shirt and the doctor squirts some cold gel on my skin. ‘Are we ready to find out whether you get a baby sister or brother?’ I love how the doctor involves Vanessa in this exciting day.

We hear the baby’s heartbeat filling the room and I already get emotional, something that was inevitable, because hearting their heartbeat always makes me cry. I hold onto Henry’s hand and he clears his throat, before he kisses my fingers. ‘Okay, this is the baby’s head,’ the doctor explains, as she points to the screen. She continues to look at the baby and say: ‘This baby looks really strong, so that’s good.’

‘Is it a boy or girl?’ Vanessa asks with a smile.

‘Let’s take a good look at that, shall we?’ With a frown between her brows, she tries to get the best view and eventually she smiles. ‘Well congratulations, Cavill family,’ she says, ‘you are going to add a little girl to the mix.’

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magical moonlight - jj maybank

summary: a mysterious girl catches jj’s eye, but is it possible she only caught his?

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pairing: jj x reader

word count: 1,524

warnings: spooky vibes, probably typos and a touch of supernatural spirits!

A/N: this is a short lil’ halloween imagine, which was actually supposed to be a blurb. ofc i’m late per usual and posting this on november. also, this is kinda supernatural which i don’t usually do, but it was halloween, so why the fuck not!

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“What the hell are you doing JJ? Quit staring, you’re gonna scare her away,” Pope remarked snapping JJ out of his trance like gaze.

“What? I was not staring”

“Was too. By the way, you’ve got a little drool over there” John B. said mockingly, marking where he should wipe. JJ mimicked his actions sarcastically, punching him lightly in the arm.

Like every year, on the same spooky night, Ward, Rose and Wheezie were out on the main land, leaving the Cameron residence in the hands of Rafe and Sarah, and like every year, they threw a Halloween bash. It was a pogue tradition to crash the party since they weren’t invited, except this year, they were, for Sarah and John B. started dating.

This year, JJ dressed up as a boxer, John B. and Sarah as Bonnie and Clyde, Pope as Luke Skywalker and Kiara as a mermaid. JJ absolutely loved Halloween, and so did the rest of the pogues, they adored the feeling of equality, for everyone was dressed up, each individual hiding behind their own mask or face full of makeup, covering their true self. No judgment.

Most of the girls at the party were either dressed up as slutty cats, cops or witches, which was usually the type of prey JJ would go for, knowing they were east territory, however this time, a particularly mysterious girl caught his eye, one wearing a black widow costume, a red solo cup in her hand as she made conversation with Sarah and Kie.

John B. and Pope teased JJ the entire time about how he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, making his cheeks heat up until eventually he decided to approach her.

He thought about what he could say to her but nothing came to mind and he regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth.

“hey gorgeous, haven’t i seen you some place before?”

A pickup line. He mentally facepalmed himself.

She was a bit taken aback by his question, but recovered quickly answering “yes, that’s why i don’t go there anymore”. She then walked away, mumbling under her breath “typical fuck boy”.

JJ was confused to why she wasn’t interested, although he did realise he sounded quite stupid, he was yet to discover a girl who didn’t fall for his charms.

He walked up to her once more. “Let me start over, hi, I’m JJ”

“Good for you”

“Look, I’m sorry for that, okay? I promise I’m not like that”

“You’re lying” she said effortlessly seeing through his act.

“Are you sure this is just a costume or are you actually the black widow” he questioned pointing at her suit, for he was surprised, usually girls would follow him blindly, but not her. She giggled at his words but immediately averted her attention to anything other than him.

He begged her to give him another chance until she agreed.

They spent the majority of the night talking at the party and getting to know one another, although he was the one who did most of the talking, she mainly just listened.

He eventually suggested they leave, since the party was coming to an end but he didn’t want the night to as well, and neither did she.

An idea formed in her mind, “follow me” she said eagerly and he followed close behind as she led him up the stair case.

The music was muffled by the walls, fading more and more as they made their way up and farther away from the rest of the party.

They climbed out the window on the top floor, and laid on the roof beside one another as they gazed up at the stars, a comfortable silence washing over them.

They relished each other’s presence in that spooky night, as the wind howled through the trees, yellow leaves falling from them as a result of autumn breeze, making a crunchy sound when people stepped on them as they left the party.

The unearthly moon was full, reflecting in the eyes of the mysterious girl, her skin beaming in the moonlight and he was very much enjoying the view.

She looked back at him smiling then sat up, announcing she was leaving since it was getting late and her parents were probably worried.

“Good night JJ,” she smiled weakly “I like your name by the way” she added, a faint smile painting her lips.

“Thanks, got it for my birthday” he shot her a witty grin and her’s turned into a smirk. as he watched her attempt to get back inside, he remembered the burning question he forgot to ask.

She had one leg out the other side of the window when his voice chimed in her ears.

“Wait! I didn’t catch your name”

“That’s because I didn’t throw it” she retorted, leaving the rooftop and heading back inside.

He was mesmerised by her essence, there was something quiet magical about her.

He watched the front door carefully from the roof, yearning for her, to see her once more, even if it was just for a split second when she leaves the property.

He sat there patiently when five minutes turned to ten which turned to twenty quickly turning into an hour - at which point he was worried.

He went downstairs, seeing the other pogues all gathered by the kitchen counter, when he caught Kiara’s eye. “There you are JJ! We looked all over for you” She shouted, letting out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, I didn’t see you all night, where were you?” Pope asked.

JJ proudly wore a grin on his face, shooting them furrowed eyebrows as to why they were asking him such questions when they obviously knew the answer.

“Pope, do y’all have like short term memory or something? You guys know I was with that girl”

“What are you talking about? What girl?”

“You know what girl! The one you and John B. were teasing me about before, she was in a black widow costume,” he said as if it was obvious and they were just playing dumb.

They all gave each other worried looks with muddled expressions. “Come on you guys don’t remember?? Kie, Sarah, the two of you talked to her earlier”

“Is he imagining things now, or is it just the spooky spirit of Halloween taking over him?” Kie whispered to Sarah, loud enough for the rest to hear and they all cackled with laughter making JJ roll his eyes.

“Dude, I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. The minute we got here you disappeared” John B. said putting a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manor.

“Well you couldn’t have missed her coming down the stairs, which brings me to why i’m here, did you guys see her leave?” He asked, desperate at this point for a positive answer.

“You were the only one up there JJ” Sarah gently said.

“Are you guys serious? Is this some kind of joke?”

“No, we seriously have no idea who you’re talking about” Sarah trailed off giving him a concerned look, then shrugged her shoulders “sorry...”

JJ got annoyed that instead of listening they just gave him the feeling like he’s gone insane, he didn’t imagine it, he couldn’t have, right?

He couldn’t stop thinking about the mysterious girl, how no one believed him, he looked for her everywhere, during each year after that, on Halloween, he went with the same boxer costume he wore the night he met her, in hopes she’d be where he goes and have no trouble recognising him.

He never saw her, until one night, he did.

On Halloween, five years after his encounter with her, JJ and the pogues went to a “haunted house”. John B. suggested they go to the old house on marly street, the abandoned one, he claimed it would be an adventure, especially on such a chilling evening.

A picture of her and her family members hung above the fire place in that dark house.

“oh my- HA! Guys come quick!” JJ squealed impatiently once he recognised her. The rest of the pogues all came running in his direction, afraid something bad might’ve happened.

“What is it JJ?” Sarah asked out of breath once she saw he was fine.

“Look, you guys! See?! I told you I didn’t imagine her!” He said enthusiastically pointing at her figure in the framed picture. “She’s real, I knew it! And you guys didn’t believe me!” Seeing the picture gave him a flicker of hope, he might get the chance to see her again.

“Now all I need to do is find her”

To Pope though, something still felt wrong, weird. He moved closer, observing the picture carefully from a better angle, when it hit him.

“Umm... JJ?”

“Huh?”

“I wouldn’t count on that...”

“And why is that Sooby-Doo?” he questioned sarcastically once he noticed Pope’s terrified expression, whose face went pale in fear as he spoke.

“Because that’s Y/N Y/L/N. She died in a fire in this house with her entire family. Exactly eight years before you supposedly met her, on Halloween.”

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And here is what you missed on The roleplay!

I am updating this regularly because people should know what’s going on and scrolling through the old messages in that group chat is literally impossible.

They arrived the house. The first thing to decide was: who is sharing rooms with who?

At first Tina went to share their room with puck, but Brittany is pucks best friend and she really wanted Tina to let her share the room with Puckerman instead, so Tina, with no hard feelings, decided to find another roommate.

That roommate is now Marley. Katie was alone in her room until Blue came in, they are best friends and sharing the room.

Quinn is sharing her room with Hendrix, Kurt and Blaine are sharing their room with Hartley. Sam and Santana were the hardest to give up. Sam said he was gonna share the room with Santana and she was like “no way, who knows? You might open your mouth during your sleep and end up swallowing the whole room” but eventually she gave up.

The day passed by and they were just saying funny things, flirting with each other, doing crazy things... until Hartley accidentally set the kitchen on fire. Lucky for them those “rich people are paying all of their expenses during the summer”

Sam gave Hartley confidence to come out, and Hartley came out as gay, at the same time he admitted to have a crush on Blaine.

Since they couldn’t make any food, they decided to get drunk. Quinn was the first one to get drunk, but the others weren’t much better. They decided to play spin the bottle.

Brittany and Quinn kissed and Brittany truly thought she had found her one true love, so she asked Quinn to marry her. Quinn said yes.

Blaine and Kurt kissed and made out, and now, as Santana says, there is a “pathetic sexual tension between the two of you, but not as pathetic as Blaine’s blush whenever I bring that up, so I’m guessing you’re not acting on that”

Sam and Santana already kissed, more times than necessary, and now they are dating. Everybody went to bed super drunk and somehow Brittany, puck, Blaine, Kurt, Sam, Quinn and Santana ended up on the same bed.

In the middle of the night Santana thought they were snoring too much and decided to go to her own room. She had a nightmare that led her to an anxiety attack. It was awful and she had locked the door so no one would see her “so vulnerable” Sam was the one that helped her calm down, but he was terrified. Seeing Santana like that.

After that he asked Katie puck and Blaine for help and Katie said Santana probably wasn’t taking her anxiety meds. She talked to Santana and gave her the pills, but Santana secretly tossed them on the toilet.

Quinn, Blaine and Kurt were pretty happy. And hungover. But mostly happy. Blaine bought cronuts for everybody. But Santana was still in her awful mood because of her crisis earlier and ended up making a rant to Blaine, Kurt and occasionally Quinn.

Kurt gave up first and left the room. Blaine tried a little more, tried to talk to her about her break down, but the efforts were in vain. Quinn didn’t give up and stayed by her side with a smile.

Blaine and Kurt were talking and then they decided to go shopping because it always helps Kurt and Blaine doesn’t really mind.

Then Blue came in. Blue said Santana was playing the victim, that she was a bitch that said whatever she wanted and then played the anxious. They had one hell of an argument. Puck got involved and threatened Blue, who didn’t give up and kept pushing, but puck just decided not to do anything. Then Sam happened. He showed up and also threatened to punch blue, but blue and Santana just said they were sorry and everything is fine now. Well, not exactly fine, but no one is dead.

Tina decided to just go to the bar and get drunk. Sam and Santana went out to have dinner (aka she gave the idea and told him he was gonna pay), Marley and Quinn went to the Central Park just so they could leave that house too. Brittany asked if puck could take her to feed the baby squirrels and he did so.

Brittany found a baby squirrel that was hurt and wanted to take “baby Finn” with them, but too many people were looking and Puck was pretty sure that was illegal, but he can’t deny anything to Britt so he just called Santana and Sam and asked them to bring his and Sam’s guitar so the two of them could sing as Santana and Brittany literally kidnap “baby Finn”.

They succeeded, but the cops arrived. They ran so fast and when they reached the car, Brittany obviously forgot about her engagement as she kissed puck. Puck and Brittany made out and Sam and Santana started making out too, and then... well....

But at the house, Katie was probably the only one not mad at blue. They were talking and then started flirting, and then intensely making out and we don’t know what happened then.

The other day Rachel came. She was late because she was on a Broadway cruise and couldn’t come earlier. (Aka they made me create a new blog to roleplay with them <3)

Quinn dragged Rachel to an empty bathroom and locked the door. She gave Rachel a necklace and told her she was sorry for everything she did to her during high school and that she was a Star.

Tina and Brittany thought Quinn had cheated on Brittany but everything got clear once they explained what actually happened. Somehow they started talking about Sam’s ass and Santana realized Blaine still thinks about it, pffft.

Tina, Blaine, puck, Rachel, Brittany, Sam, Santana and Kurt left to eat hot dogs and Quinn stayed. She stayed and got drunk again.

When Marley found her, she was drunk and they cuddled and kissed. Sam and Santana also cuddled to sleep. After Marley left, Hendrix showed up and he and Quinn had sex.

Brittany and Blaine have a secret sex room where they have cameras and they have sex tapes of everybody that has ever had sex in that house (a lot of tapes).

Tina and Quinn found that out yesterday, now everybody knows about their room and it’s not a secret anymore. They are all pervs and they know it. (Though Quinn really does wanna watch the threesome between Katie, Santana and Tina).

Mercedes came in! They celebrated! (As far as I know) she isn’t sharing the room with anybody yet. Sam told her everything that happened when she wasn’t there, including the fact that he is engaged to Santana.

Mercedes and Kurt spent the night at the boy-so-secret-anymore sex room watching other people’s videos. Quinn and Tina obviously wanted each other.

The next day, (today) they were all in the not so secret anymore sex room talking. Sam and Mercedes were acting a little weird and Sam said he wanted things to be like they were before, that he wanted to be friends with Mercedes. Mercedes said “he was engaged, there was no way things would be like they were before”.

That’s when Santana realized what was going on. She was obviously mad and upset about it, but decided to just leave the room and “let them talk alone, kiss and make out” pretending she didn’t care, when she obviously did. Mercedes stopped Santana, telling her that she should stop pretending she doesn’t have feelings.

Then, they talked about how Santana keep her feelings bottled up inside and Tina agreed with Mercedes on that. It turns out Santana is just afraid. Afraid that he will leave her, like everybody else. Afraid that he will realize how much better than her she is. She thinks she doesn’t deserve him, but Mercedes does.

Mercedes doesn’t give up until Santana is talking about her feelings and she ends up crying. Brittany, Blaine, Kurt and Tina were watching, since Blaine and Kurt were too scared of Santana to do anything and Tina and Brittany loved to watch the shit unfold.

Blaine is feeding the baby squirrel (baby Finn) when Sam joins him, saying that he doesn’t know what to do anymore because Santana doesn’t understand that he actually loves her. Blaine and Sam talk and Blaine says he should give her a little time.

Tina goes talk to Mercedes after everything was over, to see how she was and say it was really nice the way she didn’t leave Santana’s side, no matter how the girl begged to be left alone.

Mercedes and Tina are talking and Mercedes let out that she liked both, Sam and Santana, and that it hurt to know they would never like her back because they loved each other.

Tina says Mercedes should try talking to them since Sam probably still feels something for Mercedes and Santana opens up to Mercedes like that. But Mercedes just can’t tell. Because “how do you tell your ex boyfriend that you are in love with him and his fiancée?” You simply don’t. Now Blaine, Kurt and Tina were shipping Samtanacedes (that’s Sam, Santana and Mercede’s ship name now).

But Blaine and Kurt had different plans. While Mercedes and Santana were talking downstairs they were watching the two of them talk. Kurt even screamed “ITS NOT GAY IF ITS IN A THREE WAY”. Then, when they saw both girls weren’t gonna kiss, Blaine leaked the same gas that sue used with him and Kurt in the elevator.

Santana and Mercedes eventually kiss and start making out. But something goes wrong and the gas soon was filling the whole house.

Blaine and Kurt were alone in the room together and feeling horny, so they kissed, started making out and it obviously led to them having sex and them cuddling.

Hendrix was feeling hot and took of his shirt, then he and Tina started talking, Tina mentioned she was feeling horny and they ended up making out, but when Hendrix took Tina to a room, they found Quinn masturbating, so Hendrix invited her to join them, which she did gladly.

Santana and Mercedes were making out in the living room couch, when Sam showed up and asked what was going on. Santana and Sam secretly felt something for Mercedes too (aka the three of them ooc are down to a poly relationship in the rp). Santana asked Sam if he wanted to join them and he obviously did.

They decided to play truth or dare. Quinn was first and she was dared to give Rachel a lap dance. Then, it was hartleys turn. He picked truth and said the person he would like to sleep with in the house (the temptation house, as they self proclaimed) was Blaine.

Then it was marleys turn. She took her shirt off and let Tina take a picture of her shirtless. Then, when Santana picked Truth, she admitted she’s been wanting to sleep with Mercedes since they sang ‘candy man’ and then it was Puckerman.

He was supposed to be blindfolded, and he had to lick peanut butter off of the person he first touched. He touches Katie and had to lick peanut butter off of her breasts. Rachel chose dare and she had to make out for one minute with three people in the house. Quinn, Puck and Tina. But Quinn looked very bothered by the fact that she had only one minute and when she was looking at Rachel and Puck...

Once the game ended, they all went to bed, but Quinn went to the kitchen with Mercedes, and they ended up hooking up. Then, when Mercedes goes to her bedroom, she sees Sam on the hallway and says she needs to talk to him.

Mercedes admitted she had feelings for both, Sam and Santana, and also said she knew they didn’t feel the same way. Sam didn’t know why she would think they didn’t feel the same way, but he knows he is very confused right now, because he thought he would take a break from the drama of that house, but apparently he didn’t. He asked if he could take Mercedes and Santana on a date so they could talk about... what happened. Mercedes said she hadn’t really talked to Santana about this and told Sam that maybe he should too since he admitted he still felt something for Mercedes.

The next day, Mercedes and Santana talk and both admitted their feelings for each other, but Santana said she had to talk to Sam first.

Tina goes to Blue and Asks him if he wanted to do something, they end up crossing paths with Quinn and Santana and the four started drinking. Until Blue and Santana started arguing again and Tina decided she has had enough, so she said the truth about Santana, Quinn and Blue. Blue told Santana to “go wash these two faces you have” and when Tina tried an intervention Santana said it was “your bug eyed hypocrite self proclaimed best friend that decided to add to his personality the dick he was lacking in his pants” and then Blue and Santana started arguing as Quinn was laughing.

Tina said that Santana needed to stop being such a bitch all the time and pretend to be all tough when she is actually not like that at all. She also told blue he is “wannabe male version of Santana” and told Quinn to stop cheating on her Fiancée all the time.

Blue, Quinn and Santana left. Quinn, Kurt and Santana got drunk and Santana drank until she passed out in her room. (And let’s never forget the “fuck you, Tina” thankyou).

Brittany and Sam were on a trip to go chase unicorns, Santana thought it was stupid so she didn’t want to go with them.

Finn joined the house, yay! Well, not everyone was happy since Santana was still being bitter to him. Finn didn’t care, he just let Tina show him the house and explain what happened to him. Tina also “stole” puck’s toast bread.

Later that day, Puck is starving and asks Tina to go make him toasts since Tina ate his. (The iconic moment) Puck asked Tina what he would do without her, she just shouted from downstairs: STARVE!!!

Now Puck needed money, so he went for Santana. She said she wasn’t gonna help him because last time he said he needed money he ended up in juvie. Blaine asked them what was going on and Puck told blaine to ask Santana what had crawled up her ass and died. He did ask this and Santana just answered “I would say the same that crawled up yours last night but that would be Kurt’s dick, so...” she said.

Blaine asked “yeah, but what crawled up yours?” And Santana just answered “Sam’s dick, of course, who else’s would it be?” And Blaine said the most truthful thing ever: he said it was hard to know because everyone sleeps with everyone in that house.

And that’s true. Blaine slept with Kurt and had a threesome with Brittany, who also slept with Sam and Puck and Quinn. Quinn slept with Hendrix, hooked up with Mercedes and had a threesome with Hendrix and Tina. Tina had the threesome and also slept with Puck and had a threesome with Katie and Santana. Santana had the threesome with Katie and Tina and also slept with Sam (obviously) had a threesome with Rachel and Puck, got eaten out by Brittany and had a threesome with Sam and Mercedes; Mercedes also slept with Hendrix.... well, it’s confusing, for sure, but they know just how to work things out and nothing is weird and everybody knows who slept with who.

Puck, Blaine and Santana settled on Robbing a jewelry after discussing if they should rob the jewelry or consider prostitution. They went for the jewelry. Tina and Kurt already said they’re down to bail them out of jail when they get arrested. Now Blue is also joining Plaintana in the robbery.

Tina was fully convinced that Santana and Sam were making a video call and that Santana was about to masturbate so she, Marley and Rachel left the house to go get ice cream because they “didn’t wanna hear it”. In the middle of it, Santana got mad and when Quinn asked her if she wanted something Santana said “want what? Want you to leave me alone? Yes, yes I do” and Quinn cried and ran away.

Santana went after Quinn and said she was sorry like, a thousand times, and said she wasn’t mad at Quinn, but at the other girls. Quinn said she wasn’t so upset about what Santana said, but about everything else and said she didn’t feel like she was enough.

Quinn went to the drugstore and when she came back, she locked herself on the bathroom and a few moments later they heard her screaming. Santana and Marley started banging on the locked door and a few moments later Quinn leaves with her new hair cut. With pink and short hair. Skank Quinn is back.

Quinn picked up a fight with Tina and Santana, but Neo, being Quinn’s best friend, helped Quinn. The four of them were arguing when Santana started dropping some pretty awful comments towards Neo. Quinn left Neo alone with Tina and Santana and started driving to somewhere.

Quinn said she thought that Santana, out of all people, would understand. But Santana didn’t. She just made snarky bitchy comments.

After the fight, Santana locked herself in her room. Tina went to hers and Neo was still feeling bad because of her comments. He locked himself in the bathroom and tried to kill himself. Tina heard the screams and whimpers and tried to open the door, no success. She kept trying and got desperate. She opened the door and saw Neo’s body.

Neo were took to an ambulance and is currently on the hospital. Mercedes made Santana go to the hospital with her and Tina, and Santana, reluctantly, went there. Today, when everyone woke up, tension filled the house.

Santana thinks it’s her fault and it’s isolating herself from people and being nice. Calling them by their actual names and saying nice things. Blaine is concerned with her. Tina is explaining to Kurt what happened. Quinn is feeling bad for leaving Neo and Rachel is not helping and is just blaming Santana.

Santana put one of Sam’s big hoodies and left the house since she needed to clear her mind. Blaine finds her and she and Blaine go to a karaoke diner and start singing ‘Train Wreck’ by James Arthur together (omg this song’s amazing). Kurt, Quinn and Tina go to the same place and they can all see how hurt Santana actually was. After that she just jumps out of the stage so no one would see her crying and she leaves. She asks Blaine why he is even worried about her when she never did anything good to anyone, leaves Sam’s hoodie with him and then walks away.

Mercedes was with Neo in the hospital and when he woke up she texted everyone to tell he was better. Marley and Hendrix went to see him and Tina and Blaine went to look for Santana. Neo admitted he likes Quinn, even though Quinn said to Rachel earlier that: “(...)and I can’t believe that out of all people I fell in love with you!” After Rachel said that it should have been Santana instead of Neo.

Now Santana is back in the house alone with Rachel, who said she didn’t know Santana could even regret anything since last time she checked Santana was heartless. Santana said “suck my dick, Rachel” but didn’t make any rant. She just feels like she can’t anymore. Rachel said something about not being a slut like Santana and all and Santana started to tell but quickly stopped before agreeing with Rachel and leaving the room. She still can’t be bitchy or make rants at people.

Quinn is probably gay, or bi. But now Neo has a crush on her and he only told Marley about that.

Okay, it’s been 2 weeks since I last updated this oh God... sorry, I can’t quite remember everything but I will try explain in topics what happened.

Blaine and Kurt finally gave up and started dating, but now they just jump at each other at any chance they get. Quinn and Marley are like that, to be honest. But they were a little more complicated since days ago Marley found out Quinn slept with this random girl at a bar and Quinn is also still married to Brittany, even if they have a “open marriage” as they self proclaimed. Tina and Puck were gonna leave to have dinner (aka a date) but ended up having shower sex instead when Tina asked him if he wanted to shower with her when he was leaving to let her get herself ready to their dinner. Now we don’t know what’s going on with them.

Quinn said Santana had to be bitchy again and that she being nice was starting to get weird and concerning. Quinn even slapped Santana in the face to see if Santana would make one of her usual rants but she didn’t. Santana just told Quinn to “please stop, because it’s not gonna be pretty if you keep pushing me”

Sam and Brittany are back from their trip and Tina just said it was good that Santana and Sam wouldn’t have to have online sex anymore.

They all decided to go to a sex shop, well... that’s self explanatory, isn’t it? and In the end, Mercedes and Santana ended up hooking up again. Same for Quinn and Marley. (This gc is getting pure filthy I swear..... but I ALSO SWEAR ITS FUNNY AS FUCK AND WE ARE NOT JUST A BUNCH OF PERVS❤️)

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Sophie joined the house! Now she’s sleeping in Quinn and Hendrix room, being the third roommate. The next day Quinn, puck, Kurt and Santana started the day off drinking, everybody was feeling like partying so they all got tequila shots and played spin the bottle.

Sophie kissed Santana, Quinn kissed Sophie, puck kissed Quinn.... also, Brittany convinced Blaine she and puck had made something that let her get as small as an ant. They got small and saw “pucks magic stick” which apparently is “one of the seven wonders” (don’t even ask).

Marley now thinks she’s supergirl (I think it’s the alcohol talking) and Tina was talking about how Loud Santana is during sex because she can hear she and Sam. Also, she said Kurt and Blaine needed to find a way to be les loud, just like Sam and Santana, because she can’t sleep, and she also said the house is becoming a motel. Tina even said she was willing to buy Sam and Santana and Kurt and Blaine ball gags to keep them more quiet.

Also, Santana is back! Apparently Rachel pushed her so far Santana made a rant and how she is back with the rants.

(It’s been a while since I last updated this (again) but I will keep updating)

Mike just joined! He tried making a big entrance, but no one was at the house when he tried kicking the door to be dramatic, so he just gave up.

Santana went to the kitchen and puck followed, they were about to get drunk with Tequila when Mike knocked on the door again, this time he got his big entrance. The three of them were drinking the tequila when Tina joined, she welcomed Mike friendly. A bit too friendly, and made puck a little jealous, but ‘sex is not dating’ as Santana says. They were pretty drunk when Quinn decided to join them, she was also drunk, for no one’s surprise!

They decided to drink more and Santana ended up shouting the lyrics to Valerie while Mike played the song. Sophie got downstairs and a very drunk Tina started dancing with her. Now they found out Puck and Santana have weed they are all gonna get stoned.

What happens next? Well, I don’t know, they don’t know, nobody knows. hopefully we will have all the answers soon, but you know what they say: tomorrow is a mystery, and something we are still gonna write. In this case literally.

(I don’t know if I’ll keep updating this because it’s getting too long and honestly, probably no one even read til the end)

[bedtimebrain]

EXO D.O. Series: You and Me. (P4)

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Genre/Desc: Loosely adapted from A Love So Beautiful

Chr: u x ksoo

Word Count:1.2k

You slept through your alarm that rang at 6am. Your brain cells were overworked yesterday night, as you thought about what you saw.

Just as the brightness of the sun cast through your room window, your mum came banging on your door to wake you up.

Without Kyungsoo to go school with... Your motivation to get up was almost zero. You unwillingly got out of bed and trudged your way to the bathroom.

By this time, you normally would already be waiting by kyungsoo’s gate. But not today .. You didn’t know if you wanted to see him or not.

Who’s that girl? He left me alone for 20 minutes... he didn’t even think about me who’s waiting there right?

Feeling down, you didn’t even eat your breakfast. Taking the sandwich on the table you left home.

On your way down, you suddenly thought

would Kyungsoo be waiting for me downstairs? What should I say if I saw him? Should I just walk pass him?

Exiting your apartment, you searched around for kyungsoo. But like another stab to your heart, he didn’t wait for you.

In even more of a mood now, you headed to school alone.

-

‘Y/N~~ why so late today? Where’s kyungie? Don’t you guys always come to school together?’

Coincidentally meeting woohyun at the school gate, he chirpily asked

‘Ah.. i overslept..’ you could barely even make a smile in your reply

He stopped walking and pulled you to a halt, taking a close up look at your face.

‘Ya, did you really oversleep or have you been ditched by him? Do you want me to give him a kick’ he asked half seriously and jokingly.

Feeling annoyed, you pushed him away, ‘it’s a long story.. don’t ask’

‘Damn , I knew there’s more than it meets the eye. Cheer up, you’ve got me to spice up your day’ he put his arms over you and walked into class together.

Passing by Kyungsoo to get to your seat, you could feel his eyes following you. Without greeting him or acknowledging him, you sat down and started pulling out your notebooks.

From the side of your eye, you could see him switching between looking at his notes and at you.

Did he have something to say? I’m not going to talk to you first, kyungsoo.

‘Y/N..’ just as he finally called out to you, your class monitor called for the class’s attention to greet the teacher.

Making no effort to follow up on what he wanted to say, you pretended to pay attention to whatever the teacher was saying.

Kyungsoo himself held tightly onto the ‘no talking during class’ rule, so he didn’t continue the conversation he wanted to make either.

When break time finally came, you can’t help but still felt awkward with Kyungsoo. You didn’t really want to hang out with him with now, with yesterday’s incident still a fresh wound.

‘Woots! Cafeteria let’s go let’s go!’ Woohyun got up excitedly

But you remained in your seat and looked up at him

‘You guys go ahead, I still have my breakfast with me. I’ll stay in class’

Woohyun looked behind you, where you Kyungsoo was, seeming to understand you were trying to avoid him

‘Y/N are you ...’ Kyungsoo started but was cut off by woohyun

‘Okay then, we will go ahead without you’

Once again, Kyungsoo held back his words. But from the corner of your eye, you saw kyungsoo’s shuffling his feet. Was he unsure whether to go or not?

‘Tell me if you need anything’ woohyun leaned across to your table to tell you. You ruffled his hair and smiled, showing that you appreciate him.

Whatever it was, he ended up leaving you in the classroom to eat your already cold sandwich, without a word.

-

When you came back from the toilet, Kyungsoo and woohyun were already back from the cafeteria.

‘Got sipping yoghurt for you and melon pan, just incase you faint from being hungry’ woohyun pointed at the snacks on your desk just as you sat down.

‘Omo, woori woohyunie is really the best!’

‘Of course, but give me something in return’ he shot you a flirty look

His suggestive looks made you go off tangent on your thinking right away.

‘Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?!’ You exclaimed in shock. The entire class’s attention was now on the both of you

Woohyun quickly covered your mouth and pulled you out of the class, you make a grab for your yoghurt as he dragged you.

‘Ya! Are you crazy ?! Why would I ask you to be my girlfriend?’ the both of you were now at the corridor

‘how would I know.. ? You looked like it alright ! Plus I mean you’re always so nice to me...’ you innocently said

Flicking your forehead he clarified

‘I just wanted to know what happened between the both of you. Kyungsoo either doesn't want to say it or seems to have no clue what’s going on.’

‘Oh that... yesterday while we were studying, we went to buy some drinks from the vending machine. Then..’

You couldn’t bear to say the words out

‘Then what? You confessed your love or something?’

Woohyun eagerly probe

‘We forgot our wallets, so he was supposed to go back up to take it.

But he left me there waiting for 20minutes while he spoke to some pretty noona’

Your heart was heavy just thinking about that. But Woohyun burst out laughing instead

‘I thought it was something really serious you know, y/n, like something that could tear our friendship . But this ...’ and he continued laughing

‘Ya... I’m just sad about this cause I felt abandoned okay... can’t you understand’

Stifling his laughter, he tried his best to comfort you

‘Alright, I know. Like you aren’t important enough for him to remember you are waiting there.

Don’t think too much about it y/n, you know Kyungsoo doesn’t casually hit anyone up or entertain people. It’s probably something significant ok?’

Though his words didn’t really get to you, you were still thankful, till he added

‘But... y/n ah Kyungsoo is still a high school boy. I think pretty noonas are still part of our interests compared to......’

He deliberately scanned his eyes up then down at you.

You got what he was trying to get at and threw a punch at him which evolved into a childish fight.

As if the timing couldn’t be better, Kyungsoo came out of the classroom door and caught sight of the both of you tangled in a ‘fight’.

His eyes widened just slightly, and he visibly swallowed.

‘The class monitor’s looking for the both of you to hand in your work before the next period’

His voice suddenly changed to the voice he use when he felt awkward with new people. Without making eye contact with either of you, he hurriedly turned on his heels.

Internally face palming yourself a thousand times, you whined

‘Woohyun ah, it’s so awkward now! What excuse should I give to not go home with him today?’ You were in a dilemma. You caused this awkwardness but it feels like you were more scared than him at this persisting situation

‘No worries y/n, he’s got something after school today. I’ll get you snacks you missed out on yesterday ok? Let’s go back to class now’

Entering the class, you caught kyungsoo’s eyes turn away from the back door that instance.

Somehow..

You had this feeling that he had been looking at it for a long time.

Or maybe you were hoping he was

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P5's gna be fluffier, so hang on a little more! my drawing is pretty trash, but just wanted to try something fun while trying to write more since exo's having their comeback soon~

funfact that im an engine student! And have been absolutely horrendous at arts and humanities since forever. am a typical math and science brainer :p feel free to laugh at my 'art' but hold your insults please :,)

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder 

Chapter 26: Public Eye

It has been a month since you left the hospital and it has been chaotic. As you were leaving, photographers and news outlets were all over you. Enji and Zaheer went a little overboard with their flames to protect you but you know they just wanted you to be safe. The media sometimes try to stop by the house but Zaheer scares them away. Zaheer can now leave and enter your body freely but only for a limited time. It was weird at first but you got used to it.

Once you were brought home, you were treated like a king as whole family did everything for you. At first it was awkward for you, you tried to walk downstairs to get something to drink and Fuyumi caught you and got Enji to carry you back to bed. After a day of this, you finally gave in and took the help. Baths with Enji were your favorite, he treated so gently like he could hurt you. He is so overly protective now but you can’t help find it adorable. It is also funny seeing a demon in the house. You wish you were at the front door when Zaheer picked up a delivery for the first time, the poor teenager screamed and ran away. Inside the home, it took the children some time to get used to it but eventually even Natsuo got used to the red giant.

The first public appearance of Enji was a train wreck. Everyone was attacking him. You were standing by the sidelines as you watched reporter after reporter try to break your man down. They asked about you, about Zaheer, about the kids. He was doing well until one of them asked if he really did love you or if it was some kind of way to be more powerful. The fire on his face roared up and threatened to burn down the event hall till Zaheer walked in stage. He told them no more questions and lead Enji out.

You have been recovering the past month and physical therapy is the name of the game. Enji had a hard time letting anyone else touch you during each session to the point he took over and bought the equipment for home. He just couldn’t stand seeing someone else pushing you that hard but you found it endearing if not a little over the top. The hardest part is trying to form the control over your body. It has been so long since you made the original connections you forgot the layout. Sometimes you will think you are walking until you have to move differently for some reason and your arm just slaps Enji. Luckily, Zaheer is there to help rebuild the connections. Speaking of your body, Enji can’t get enough of it. Your more muscular frame drives him insane. The first time he grabbed your horns during sex just about sent you over the edge. Enji quickly realized that your claws are going to leave marks on him but your tail is the where you like to play dirty.

Today you are going to your first interview since the attack. It’s a little scary because you don’t like being on camera, for obvious reasons. But also, it is the first time you will be on an interview by yourself. Enji will be there, behind the stage, but your nerves are still getting the better of you.

“(Y/N), are you ok, you’re shaking.” His arm is wrapped around your shoulder holding you tight. Since the attack, Enji has wasted no time showing his love for you in public: grabbing, hugging, even kissing you.

“I’m just nervous.”

“There is no need to be, we went over all of the questions she is going to ask. I know you will do great.”

“Thanks, I needed that.” You say leaning closer into his grip.

You enter a film studio and you sit down in a large chair on a talk show set and there is an audience. Enji stays behind the stage but is watching you on a live feed. Ayako comes out and sits down.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, it’s the moment we have been waiting for: an interview with Hellboy!”

The audience cheers and claps as the camera pans out.

“Good morning, it’s nice to be here.”

“Hellboy, I’m just going to get right to it: what’s it like having a demon inside of you?”

“Well, at first it was really rough but once you get to know him, he pretty chill. He did try to take over my body but after we got to know each other we became friends. I don’t know what I would do without him.”

“So, your saying he isn’t evil?”

“I wouldn’t put myself under that category.”

“Oh! Good morning, Zaheer! About (Y/N), what’s it like being inside of him?”

“I’m not really sure how to answer that. I guess it’s like a room that I can change as I want and I can influence (Y/N) but other than that, not much really. I do enjoy being with him and I’m proud of him.”

“Interesting. What about that new ability where you can come outside of Hellboy?”

“It’s nothing new but it takes a lot of energy to use, that’s why I’m staying in right now.”

“That’s alright. Now… the viewing audience really wants to know one thing, what is it like dating Endeavor!?” The audience makes a collective ‘oooooOOOOoooo!!’ In excitement at this question.

“Well, no one has ever made me feel the way he does. I really do love him. I never thought I would ever find happiness, let alone from the number 2 hero. We do have our ups and downs but we always make sure to communicate and never go to bed angry.”

“That sounds sweet, and is it true you meet at the crossing bombing?”

“Yes, I passed out after I stopped the bomb and he saved me. Since then, my life has only gotten better.” The audience awws.

“When did you start dating?”

“I’d rather not say.”

“Oh, come on. Tell us.”

“Move on to the next question.”

“Alright. What is your quirk?”

“They call it Demon’s Blood, but there really isn’t one quirk.”

“What do you mean?”

“A demon doesn’t really have one power or quirk. Some have a little power some have a lot. Zaheer has more than any other demon I have heard of so he has lots abilities.”

“Ooo, I like that answer. Why do you want to be a hero?”

“I always want to help people, trying to make the world a better place. It just seems like the right thing to do with the power I was given.”

“Would you say you’re compensating for something?”

“What do you mean?” You say with a puzzling look.

She starts looking at her note cards. “When did you escape from prison?”

“What?” you answer in a startled manner.

“When were you going to tell the citizens, the ones you protect, that you are an escaped convict.”

“It’s not like that!” You say as the audience starts whispering.

“Well, it says here that you killed over 2000 people and destroyed government buildings. When did you plan on telling them that little fact about you?”

“It wasn’t… I didn’t… I…”

“Is that why you’re a hero, to repent for what you done?”

“No…. that’s not….”

“We do have proof that you killed all of those people.”

“Proof?” You look at her with panic.

“Play the video.”

The screen behind you starts showing video of inside the facility. People are running in panic and screaming as a red glow starts coming into screen. That light is you, consumed by demonic energy. People are dying left and right as you take your revenge on them. You turn around to see the audience react in horror and shock, some of them start getting sick from the video.

“STOP IT, STOP IT!” you begin to grab your face in pain as Enji run onto the stage.

“Where did you get those questions and where did you find that video?” Enji yells as Ayako.

“Oh, he’s just being dramatic, and the public should know who he really is.”

“You’re messing with a demon! Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

“Ayako…I’m ready to talk now.”

Everyone looks at you in shock as you are glowing with red energy in the form spectral flames and the markings on your arms begin to glow. Your voice has combined with Zaheer’s and your eyes are both white with red irises. Still sitting in the chair, your claws begin to dig into the armrests.

“Oh, Hellboy I see your willing to talk.”

“Stop it Ayako, don’t taunt him right now.”

“It’s quite alright Enji, let me humor her. Yes, I did kill all those people. Those ‘scientists’ put Zaheer inside of me. They proceeded to torture me by performing tests and surgeries while I was awake. Then they locked me in a room for ten years: no light, no human interaction, I almost went insane. The only reason I’m alive is because of Zaheer.”

“What about Adam, where is he n…?” She tries to ask more but Enji puts his hand over her mouth but it’s too late.

“How do you know about Adam? Where are you getting this information? You know what, I think you’re working for him. You have to be, how else did you get the video and know all of these questions.”

Both of your hands grab at your face, you’re trying to stop the demonic energy inside of you. Suddenly Zaheer manages to speak through you and just yells “RUN!!!” The crowd begins to flee in fear as the ground beneath you starts cracking. When you uncover your face, your eyes are glowing completely red as the demonic energy has taken over. You stand up and start walking towards Enji and Ayako.

“Step aside Enji, I don’t want to hurt you. I only want to teach her a lesson: don’t mess with a demon.”

“(Y/N), look at me! This isn’t you.” He takes off his glasses so you can see his eyes better.

“If you don’t move, I’ll make you.”

Enji comes to a fighting stance, his hands alight. You take a few steps forward before lunging at him. You take the first swing but he dodges. The second punch lands and Enji coughs in pain. Enji manages to land a few punches on you but it’s like hitting a wall. As he continues to fight you, he remembers something. The next time you go to punch him, he doesn’t try to dodge. He grabs your arm and pulls you in close as he wraps his arms around you. He then turns up the heat as high as he dares to not set the building on fire. At this point you stopped fighting and are standing still in the fire. Enji looks in your eyes and sees they are starting to fade back to normal. “Warmth always calms you down, doesn’t it (Y/N)?” You slowly nod your head, eyes unblinking as if you are in a trance. After a few minutes in the fire, Enji stops the flames and you’re standing next to him. You look around to see no one in the room except you three and the destruction you left. You don’t cry but you can’t look at Enji. He goes to talk with Ayako for a minute and comes back.

“(Y/N), let’s go home.” And you both teleport back home. The rest of the evening you were silent; not even saying a word at dinner even though Enji brought in your favorite for you to cheer you up. When you both went to bed, you couldn’t face him. That’s when Enji snapped and turned you over to face him.

“Damn it, (Y/N), talk to me. Don’t worry about what happened, Ayako destroyed that recording and we won’t do another interview with you alone. The audience all had their memories adjusted thanks to Zaheer. What has gotten you so upset? Please talk to me.”

“It’s two things. One I lost control. When I saw that video, it reminded me of everything that happened to me and how I escaped. I did kill all those people but I didn’t mean to, I just lost control. I was so mentally unstable from that room. You know Zaheer tried day after day to keep me sane but it got to the point that I thought he was a voice in my head. I would just sit in the floor for days just rocking back and forth talking to the voices in my head. It was so dark then. The worst part is that I relived all of it during the coma.”

“Wait, what? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was just replaying everything that had already happened, but it just brought it back to the front. The only thing different is how it ended, the doll calling for me. I heard your voice through the doll after I left the room. Then Rei saved me.”

“Oh…. I’m so sorry.” He places a warm hand of your cheek.

“The other thing that has me worked up is how did she get that video? I keep questioning if the people who are looking for me still are. I worry they will take me away from you. I worry they will hurt you. I worry they will take Zaheer from me.”

“(Y/N), you have nothing to worry about. I will always fight for you, got it? Now, let’s just get some rest, tomorrow we need to work on releasing some of that energy safely, ok?”

“Thank you Enji. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He says as he kisses you on the lips. 

Next Chapter: R18/NSFW  

[headtothecoast]

buzzfeed unsolved!geraskier

monsters do very much exist and geralt is still a witcher who is approached during the winter to join buzzfeed after their recent hire jaskier suggested he wanted to look at mysterious historical disappearances and monster lore and do a series on it. the problem is a lot of the information is false and they need help debunking online rumors. so jaskier finds geralts witcher service online (yen dealt with that, basically twisted his arm into having a website) and calls him asking if he’d be interested in doing the series.

hunting isn’t reliable work and having fairly steady income would be nice, even if the guy is a little annoying so geralt agrees to fact check except then jaskiers cohost gets sick (not what really happened to the guy before shane) and he asks him if he could please film an episode or two they were so close to finishing the first season for release and no one else knows the material so geralt agrees to that to.

and when he meets the guy face to face he’s wearing heels and looks a little embarrassed saysing sorry, one of the other series needed a guy to wear heels for a day and i’d already agree to the filming for their episode. hope you don’t mind.

and geralt definitely doesn’t mind because the guy looks good in heels and then geralt is being pestered about being a witcher and wow your hair and eyes, you look like a -

and geralt waits for the word monster with clenched teeth but it doesn’t come

- model! seriously, i’m surprised no ones tried to scout you before...

and while geralt doesn’t exactly listen to the rest of that, he is relieved that the guy isn’t scared of him.

so they get mic’d up and jaskier is explaining how it’ll go and that usually there’s some banter back and forth so if geralt has any thoughts on what he’s talking about to please interrupt him because it’ll lighten what they’re talking about for audience you know and geralt nods and they’re ready to begin.

so jaskier is setting the scene and doing a voice over that is downright lyrical and he’s talking about information on vampires and that the family thought to have gone missing because of one bought several pounds of garlic and geralt snorts quite loudly and jaskiers like what, not enough garlic?

and before he knows it geralt is saying, no it’s just i know who started that rumor, friend of mine knew a guy who was allergic so when he went around complaining about vampires trying to find him by friend told him to fill his house with garlic.

were there actually vampires after him? jaskier asked, smiling.

oh hell no, the guy was anemic. vampires and witcher’s can smell that from miles away, he was having us on and lambert decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

and the rest of the episode goes like that, geralt reading stories and jaskier commentating and asking questions and between takes geralt asks jaskier why he was so interested in monsters.

well, originally it was because of the songs. you know, the factually inaccurate but beautifully written ballads about werewolves and vampires and harpies and i wondered how much was true? buzzfeed didn’t like that so instead we changed it to more disappearance type stuff because apparently i get too sucked into musical theory... and geralt has no doubt that’s the case.

little by little they become friends. jaskier invites geralt out for drinks and geralt invites jaskier to his house to see the remains of recent kills so jaskier can make the episode more real.

when the first season is released jaskiers cohost quits for unrelated reasons and jaskier is heartbroken, going to geralts house unannounced and crying because he had thought it was good and now no one else would do it with him and before he’s aware of what he’s doing geralt is agreeing to do the series with him. so long as it doesn’t interfere with hunts and jaskier is hugging him and geralt offers to make dinner and that’s that for the night.

except people love the series and it has an almost overnight following and yes some youtube comments are mean but most people love geralt and his dry humor and jaskier for his bright personality. and sure, sometimes jaskier will read a comment about being over talkative or geralt will find the comments calling him terrifying and monsterous but they always make sure to send each other the good ones.

and maybe during the off season of shooting jaskier has plans to visit geralt but is a little early and doesn’t think he’d mind but when he lets himself in geralt is shirtless and has a nasty wound in his shoulder and is just continuing to bleed so of course jaskier rushes over panicked and helps him stitch himself up and lays him out on the couch because there’s no way he could carry him upstairs so he sleeps on the other couch and prays for geralt to be alright.

and in the morning someone opens geralts front door and it’s a woman with bright blonde hair who’s smiling as she lets herself in and says sorry didn’t mean to wake you, i forgot my laptop and i have a group project later. tell dad to call me when he wakes up so i know he’s alright. thanks for patching him up, when i was over last weekend he told me all about you so it was nice to meet you jaskier and then she’s gone and jaskier is sitting dumbfounded because he didn’t know geralt had a daughter

and geralt is sitting up and looks confused but relaxes when he sees jaskier and says you know i meant to tell you about ciri but it really never came up. i don’t see her mother very often and she spends most of her time there. thank you for fixing me up last night, didn’t realize there’d be two and then he’s standing and jaskier is rushing to sit him back down you could have died did you know that? and geralt is smiling lightly as jaskier talks about how worried he was and oh goodness you must be hungry i’ll bring you something but melitele above don’t you dare stand up again until after breakfast

and then that’s just how things are with them spending the night at each other’s places between prep work for the show and jaskier patching geralt up on hunts until one day jaskier brings up the next topic of the show and geralt freezes.

see, there’s this story about someone called the butcher of blaviken, killed almost 40 men and there’s rumors about what type of monster it was but - geralt? are you okay? geralt!?

and geralt doesn’t realize he’s leaving until he’s in his car and jaskier is calling him but he shuts his phone off and just he couldn’t handle hearing jaskier call him a monster or reliving what had happened.

and thankfully jaskier gives him a day all to himself and doesn’t call him or show up at his place or anything and geralt tries to push those memories out of his head but fails and decides to sleep it off and when he wakes up he can smell something cooking and goes downstairs to see yennefer making breakfast like she had when they were married and his chest feels tight but he sits down and waits for the explanation.

so ciri called me last night saying that a friend of yours, glad you have one of those by the way, had called her crying and saying you had left his place looking upset and you wouldn’t answer your phone and it was maybe something he said about blaviken so she called me. i know you’ve got that little youtube show going and i can only imagine that what this is about but geralt, you can’t keep running from it forever. and her smile is soft like it used to be before they just stopped talking like they used to and he lets himself remember how he’d loved her and he gets up from the table and says thank you yen, for breakfast and gives her a hug which startles her and when she leaves it’s only after geralt texted jaskier to come over to talk

and jaskier comes over anxious and sad and geralt tells him everything about renfri and blaviken and stregobor and jaskier listens quietly and at the end geralt’s face is tucked into jaskiers shoulder and he’s crying and jaskier is telling him they don’t have to do that episode ever and he’ll throw out the file and oh geralt i am so sorry, you’re not a monster sweetheart, it’ll be okay i promise

and whenever people tweet out mean things about geralt on social media jaskier goes feral and doesn’t care about the ramifications and geralt starts to lighten just a little and then one night they’re at a bar and someone sneers at him and jaskier lays the guy out, breaks his nose and geralt is hauling him out of the bar saying what the hell were you thinking you could’ve been arrested jaskier and jaskier isn’t even listening he’s still shouting at the man but he looks and geralt and says serves him right the bastard - i’m not letting people say that shit to you anymore, melitele knows you don’t deserve it. you’re the best man i know geralt you don’t deserve to be treated like shit if i want to punch someone i’ll damn well punch them because no one gets to -

and geralt cuts him off with a kiss because never has someone cared this much, to be angry over the words of others and to resolutely stick with him and defend him. and when jaskier kisses back geralt knows he’ll do anything to keep this man at his side.

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Poker and Cigar Night – Part 3!

Possible triggers: References to sex/smut, swearing, case details (bit graphic) smoking (cigarettes), poker and drugs (weed).

A/N: This is the final part ladies and germs. I’ll be writing more Spencer and Matthew fiction, but it will be slow as I study full time at University, and I work part time! Hope you all understand!

“Pretty boy, for the last time, I will beat you at poker.” Morgan said to Spencer, as they wait by the printer for their witness statements to print. “Rossi is hosting another get together next weekend.”

“When will you get it into your brain that I’m from Vegas?” Spencer says taking his witness statements from the printer.

“When you realise that he doesn’t have a brain, it’s all muscle up there.” You smirk taking your boyfriends witness statements off him and sip your coffee. “And you printed out the wrong file genius.” You say handing the paperwork back to him.

“I really fucking hate that you can read quicker than me pumpkin.” Spencer said groaning at his uselessness when it comes to technology.

Morgan rolls his eyes at your comment, unable to think of a comeback, “Are you coming to Rossi’s pool/poker/cigar party/night next week pretty boy and cupcake?” He asked again. “Or are you scared of a little water?” He winked at you knowing back when you were teenagers when there was a pool party, you’d sit and read whilst Morgan flirted with all of the ladies.

“I don’t like getting wet. Plus, I’d rather have my feet up with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.” You smile thinking back to last night having your feet up on yours and Spencer’s balcony, both of you doing that exact thing after a day of painting and decorating the spare room which now has become a little library/office space for the majority of your books.

“You didn’t complain about being wet last night.” Spencer whispered in your ear, referring to you two having sex last night.

You spat out your coffee back into the mug, blushing. “Spencer Walter Reid. Keep your dirty thoughts inside your head.” You say through gritted teeth as Morgan laughs.

“Looks like you need a new coffee cupcake.” Morgan smirked

“Fuck both of you.” You say as you punch both Spencer’s and Morgan’s arms as you go to the coffee machine.

Morgan winces, even though you look puny, you are from it and regularly train with Morgan. “That hurt cupcake.”

“Next ones in yo dick!” You say in a gangster style tone and go back to pouring the coffee into your mug.

“Y/N.” Hotch says trying not to laugh, “As much as we’d like to see that, save it for next weekend. Also, we have a case. Conference room in 10.”

You salute Hotch as a way of acknowledging what he has said and pour Spencer a coffee knowing he needs his next caffeine fix. “Thanks pumpkin. Do you want to grab a smoke before we go the conference room?” Spencer says taking the mug of coffee you poured for him.

“Sure boo.” You smile up at Spencer and go to the outside area for a smoke where Rossi is.

“Ah, there is my favourite young couple.” Rossi smiled at the two of you.

“If I knew you were here Rossi, I’d have made coffee for you too.” You say.

“Ah don’t worry Y/N. I see you kids are doing the same as me, having a smoke before we find out about our next un-sub.” Rossi said

“Yeah. Make the most of the fresh air before a possible plane journey too.” Spencer said and took a cigarette from his pack before giving one to you and lighting his.

“Thanks Spence.” You smile and light up, even though the team know about both of you being together, you try to keep your nicknames for each-other secret. “Also, I’m not that young, I found myself saying ‘Back in my day’ to a child the other day who didn’t know what a tape deck was.”

“You’re 24 Y/N, Reid is 29. You’re still young.” Rossi chuckled as you all finished your cigarettes and went back inside.

---

The case took you to Florida, it was the hottest week of the year and the un-sub was still at large. “You got anything sugar plum? I really could do with coming back to Quantico right now and enjoying a cold beer.” You say

“Afraid not apple pie. I’m analysing the CCTV footage you sent, and I’ll let you know if anything cones up.” Garcia replied

“Thanks sugar plum.” You say and hang up, loving the nicknames you and Penelope have for one another. “She’s got nothing guys but is analysing the footage, hopefully something will come up.” You say to the team rubbing your temples, feeling a migraine coming on.

Spencer knows what’s coming and knows when your migraines get the worst of you, you need to be alone in a dark room with Spencer cuddling you. “Hotch, do you think we could stop for the night? We’ve been at this for 15 hours, and I can tell Y/N has a migraine coming on.” He says quietly. All of the team know you really suffer when you get your migraines and are of no use to anyone as you can’t even open your eyes.

“Good idea Reid. Everyone get some rest. Back here at 10 tomorrow unless Rossi or I call.” Hotch says.

“Make sure Y/N has everything she needs.” Rossi says to Spencer who nods and takes you to the hotel.

---

The following morning, you wake up in Spencer’s arms after finally getting to sleep at 4am. “Morning pumpkin.” Spencer whispers, just in case your migraine is still bad.

“Morning boo. I’m sorry for being so fidgety whilst you slept.” You sigh, you instructed Spencer to get as much sleep as he could as you didn’t want him to lose any sleep for you.

“I barely heard you, as long as I wake up and you’re in my arms, I know you’re safe.” Spencer whispered as you kissed his cheek. “How’s your head pumpkin?”

“It’s a bit more manageable but having a human teddy bear to cuddle at night helps a lot. I’m going to have a shower.” You say, getting up slowly but suddenly stop.

“Everything okay pumpkin?” Spencer asks, worried.

“What if the un-sub left the body parts of the victims in the bed draws? I don’t think forensics looked in there.” You say, before the FBI you worked as a forensics expert so you will often go to crime scenes first during cases. “Boo, can you pass me my phone please?” You ask Spencer who gets it for you.

You ring Hotch, “Hotch..” You begin explain your theory.

“Good idea Y/N, you and Reid go to forensics in an hour and find out. Meet us back at base when you’re done.” Hotch says and hangs up.

“Quick shower it is.” You say to Spencer and run in. “We have to be at the lab in an hour.”

Spencer nods and ruffles his hair. “That’ll do.” He says to himself and gets ready whilst you give your hair a quick wash. “Pumpkin, I’ll go downstairs and grab us a coffee and pastry for the road. Back in 10.”

---

Thanks to your spot, a forensics analyst had been switching the contents in the bed draws around before the police got there, so they were arrested along with the un-sub who was wanted for other killings across the state.

“Let’s go home.” Rossi says, “I have a pool that needs my attention and you lot are all invited, as always.”

“I forgot about that.” Emily says boarding the plane taking a seat by herself.

“How can you forget; I’ve not stopped talking about it all day?” JJ says getting a bottle of water.

“She’s right.” Morgan said as he takes a seat on the plane.

“Are we still going boo?” You ask Spencer as you deal the cards to yourself, him and Rossi.

“Sure pumpkin.” He smiles taking his cards once you have finished.

---

It’s the following Saturday, and you’re at Rossi’s getting ready for the get together. Everyone takes turns to help, and today it is yours & Spencer’s turn, now his leg is better. You don’t like wearing a bikini so are comfortable wearing a cute floral jumpsuit and converse, Spencer goes for a plain t-shirt, shorts and converse.

“Reid, stop eating the sour cream dip!” Rossi says, “There won’t be enough for everyone otherwise.”

“I can’t help it, I love dairy.” Spencer says as he takes a tortilla chip with the dip and eats it, then backs away.

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend and continue putting the drinks in the fridge. “Oh man, I can’t wait to drink these.” You say to yourself as the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it!” Spencer says and opens the door as everyone flocks in, wearing summery clothing.

---

A few hours later, and you’re all sat just catching up on things. Morgan is in the pool with Penelope, JJ is talking to Will about a new car she wants, Emily and Hotch are looking at pictures of Jack on Hotch’s phone and you and Spencer are reading books.

You light another cigarette as you put yet another book down. Even though you are able to read quicker than Spencer, when you find a book you like, you enjoy reading it slowly to fully enjoy the narrative.

“I feel so relaxed.” You say to Spencer, who is in the reading zone.

“Hm? Sorry pumpkin?” He turns to you.

“Doesn’t matter.” You smile, kissing his cheek. “It wasn’t important.”

“Is anyone else joining us in this mother fucking big ass pool or not?” Morgan asks

“Because you asked so nicely.” Emily says joining them and passes the joint she was smoking to Spencer.

---

After an hour, everyone is in the pool and is pretty stoned. Well, everyone except you, but you are in the pool.

“Come on cupcake, get in the pool.” Morgan smirked.

“Yeah Y/N, don’t make me get out and pull you in.” Emily said

“I’m perfectly fine, nice and dry like a fresh towel.” You smile sipping your beer and taking a drag from the joint you’re smoking as you only have your legs dipped in the pool but nothing else as you’re comfortable with that.

“Party pooper.” Penelope giggled taking the joint off you.

“Fuck this.” Spencer says, grabbing your legs and dragging you into the pool as everyone gasps, looking at Spencer as if he proposed.

“Spencer Walter Reid!” You whine like a child and splash him.

Spencer kills himself laughing as he addresses you by your full title back.

“I’m sorry pumpkin, but I didn’t want you to miss out on the fun.” He whispers into your ear.

You nod in agreement, “Just don’t do that again.” You whisper back hearing Morgan snicker, so you punch him in the dick as you said you would a few days ago.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years.” Hotch laughed.

“Son of a bitch!” Morgan winces as Penelope smirks offering to kiss it better and they go off to a room.

“Should know better than to mess with me.” You smirk

“Yeah, yeah.” Morgan says rolling his eyes.

---

The rest of the evening is filled with laughter, poker games and just relaxing.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Spencer asks you, noticing you have been day dreaming.

“Yeah, just thinking how even though we have so much darkness in our lives, there is light at the end of the tunnel.” You smile.

“I love you.” Spencer says squeezing your hand gently

“I love you too.” You smile.

“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on...that’s who we really are.” -Sirius Black

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