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majestyeverlasting · 3 years

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Can you write prompt(s) 40 & 48 with Dad!Bucky x reader pls?

♡ Of course! Thanks for sending this request in! For the kids, I went ahead and used Jamie and Eden, who are in my Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader fics. There's cute and funny family ~shenanigans~ in this piece (and Eden ends up duping Bucky). I hope you like it!

♡ Prompt 40: "There it is. There's that smile."

♡ Prompt 48: "Those are my pajama pants. They're literally slipping down your waist."

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No Such Thing as Winning By Default Tonight

The way Jamie and Eden greeted Bucky at the door always gave him something to look forward to, to cherish. They were bouncing on the balls of their feet as if it had been ages since they last saw him. In reality, it had only been a span of hours since he’d left that morning. And with sparkling eyes, they waited for him to take off his backpack and shrug off the leather jacket. You’d spent the day out with them, and they were ready to tell their father about everything. From checking out new books at the library, going to the park, and even getting snow cones.

As soon as Bucky finished putting his things in the closet, he scooped Eden up and kissed her cheek. And he pulled Jamie into a hug after giving him a fist bump—the gesture was something the boy insisted they started doing everyday because it was ‘cool.’ It was important not to forget the explosion fingers right after, because that’s what made fist bumps even cooler.

The kids talked a mile a minute as they told Bucky about their day—as if their lives depended on it. Hundreds of people had told him hundreds of things over the years and, yet, listening to their words—and yours—added a value to his life that he hadn't, or couldn’t find anywhere else in the world. A smile stretched across your face when he entered the living room with Jamie and Eden on either side of him. You were sitting on the couch with the laundry basket on the floor in front of you. Folding clothes that, admittedly, should’ve already been taken care of.

Bucky shot you a wink when your eyes met his, and you felt the smallest flutter in your stomach. After spending the day with children, you were glad to have some adult company again. It helped that he was particularly attractive in his unshaven state. “Hey, stranger,” you teased, affectionately. “How was your day?”

“Not too bad,” he said, draping his arms over the kids’ shoulders. “From what these two were telling me, it sounds like you guys went around the world while I was gone.”

That earned a laugh from you. “It feels like we did. I’m not moving for the next week.”

Jamie snorted. “But don’t you have to move? You can’t just stay still,” he said. “You’re moving right now to fold the clothes.”

You gave him a flat look, narrowing your eyes. Everyone else laughed. “Well, in that case, mister, how about you three come do it for me so I don’t have to move?” Your tone was playful.

“Uhhh... Dad can do it. I forgot how to fold,” he lied.

“‘Dad can do it?’” Bucky repeated, looking down at him in feigned disagreement. If you truly needed a break, or wanted any sort of additional help, he’d step in a heartbeat—he always did.

“Wait, I’m actually pretty good at it,” Eden spoke up, leaving her father’s side to plop beside you. “Do you want me to help, Mommy?” Without waiting for an answer, she picked out one of her shirts from the basket.

It was then that Jamie decided he was going to assist too. Instead of joining the two of you on the couch, however, he sat crossed-legged on the floor, and dug to the bottom of the basket in search of his favorite race car graphic tee. The way their brows furrowed in concentration was adorable. And because they were no longer glued to Bucky, he was able to lean down and press a kiss to your temple, hands bracing on the plush arm of the couch. Before he could pull too far away, you cupped his chin and directed his lips to yours in a brief kiss, sighing through your nose. You felt him smile upon hearing the kids’ quiet giggles.

Eden’s voice soon arose. “Hey, Mommy, look. Is this good enough?” Bucky pulled away and straightened back to his full height, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

On Eden’s lap was a white shirt printed with pink flowers that she had folded. “It looks great, E. Put it on the stack of your other stuff.” You pointed to the clothes of hers that you had already folded.

What you ended up finding later that evening was that one of the kids had accidentally placed Bucky’s navy blue pajama pants in your sleepwear drawer. Considering he was off in the playroom with them, you decided to put them on to go get a reaction out of him. You paired them with a gray V-neck.

When you walked in on him and the kids, they were winning in what appeared to be a play fight. They hovered over him as his back was against the floor. A helpless smile budded on your face as you stood watching in the doorway. He tried to prop himself up upon noticing you, but Jamie growled and pushed chest back down.

“Do you surrender?” He asked his father.

A laugh bubbled up Bucky’s throat. “Yes, I surrender.”

“I don’t believe him,” Eden told Jamie.

“I do! I promise,” Bucky said. “I just wanna talk to your mom.”

They let him sit up, and you caught the way his gaze traveled up your body. “Hey… those are my pajama pants,” he said, pushing himself from the floor to go stand in front of you. “They’re literally slipping down your waist.” To prove his point, he attempted to pull them up to a more proper resting place on your hips. But they slouched back down a bit when he let go.

“No they’re not," you challenged with a smile. "They’re mine."

“Oh, is that right?” He let his hands come to rest on your hips, and in turn you wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. “They look good on you,” he said, voice low. And before you could register his intentions, he reached around you to squeeze your backside.

Bucky chuckled at your small squeak and dipped down for a kiss. He was gentle, and warm, and smelled woodsy. When he started to pull away, you thought it was way too soon. But, a second later, you realized it was because Jamie had started tugging on the back of his shirt.

You stifled a laugh at the way he rolled his eyes before turning around. “May I help you?” He asked the boy.

“Can we do one more round?” Jamie asked. “But this time you have to go harder on us.”

Eden came to stand beside her brother’s side. “Yeah! And Mommy can be on a team with me and Jamie,” she said.

Bucky looked back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You up for that?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Maybe I should just watch. These pants probably make me wardrobe malfunction prone.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “You’ll be fine.”

That assurance is what landed you in a four-person play fight. Per Jamie’s request, Bucky does exert a little more effort. But he was still overly mindful that nobody got hurt in any other way. For the first few moments, you drew back and let Jamie and Eden make most of the advances on their father. They practically cackled every time he pinned them.

But he eventually locked eyes with you, and you knew he wasn't going to let you remain in the background of the action anymore. All you could do was squeal when he made a very direct advancement. Because you were already kneeling, it didn’t take much for him to force you the rest of the way to the floor. It happened so swiftly that all you could do was let out a surprised huff of laughter. Somehow he managed to capture both of your wrist.

“He’s got Mommy!” You heard Eden say. Then she came to your rescue by pushing his shoulder to divert his attention.

In the sliver of time before Bucky walked on his knees to get the girl, Jamie did a discrete signal to her that she nodded to. All it was was a quick swipe of his pointer finger down his cheek. And between you and Bucky, only you caught their quick exchange. It took a second for it to click that he had told her to fake cry. Or pretend to be hurt, at least.

As soon as Bucky gathered Eden into his arms, and lowered her to the floor in the most gentle 'slam' ever, she enacted their scheme. From her lying position, she winced and released a soft whine. There was no possible way that what he did could've caused any pain, but Bucky didn't even rationalize that. The only thing that rang in his mind was that he'd just hurt his little girl.

“Shoot! I’m sorry, babydoll.” He repositioned to sit in a narrow straddle, and coaxed her up to sit on his thigh. The tenderness of his voice made you want to tell him that she was fine. "What hurts, hmm?" She just continued pouting. Jamie put a hand over his mouth to hide either a smile or shock that it actually worked.

Bucky sighed as his eyes flickered over to you. All you could do was offer an expression that was likely a mix between neutral and guilty. Then he redirected his attention back to Eden and started pressing consoling kisses to her hair. When he noticed her beginning to smile, relief flooded through him. “There it is. There’s that smile,” he said. "I really am sorry, sunshine. Didn't mean to hurt you."

She craned her neck to look up at him. "Daddy..." she said, voice tentative. "I was just kidding..."

Jamie was quick to pitch in. "I only told her to so we could win by default or something. At least she's actually okay, right?" The hopeful edge to his tone made you bite back a smile. "Mom was in on it too." Snitch.

Bucky's mouth fell slightly agape, but he let out a small laugh a second later, shaking his head. "Wow," he breathed. "'Win by default,' huh? Give me a heart attack to 'win by default.'" In all fairness, it had been a somewhat mean trick. But nothing he couldn't recover from.

"I didn't even know if you were gonna believe me!" Eden claimed. She squealed when he suddenly laid onto his back, taking her with him. The sound of their mixed laughter filled the room, and the energetic buzz returned to the atmosphere.

Then Bucky made a proposal to your team. "You guys are gonna have to come save little miss from my arms if you wanna win for real," he said. "No such thing as winning by default tonight."

Previously fulfilled request: Cold Little Paws.

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thefossilwhale · 3 years

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i want someone besides me and the 2 friends who know all the lore to meet my detective, but i’m too impatient to let you get to know her via fic so i filled out this questionnaire instead. she is veronica and she is so important, here is some stuff about her if you are interested :’)

QUICK READ OF YOUR DETECTIVE

Name: veronica langford

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bi

Love interest: adam

Best friend: morgan

Main skill: science/technology

Secondary skill: combat/physical

Main personality trait: impulsive

Secondary personality trait: sarcastic

Why did they join the Wayhaven PD?: best use of her science skills

Relationship with Rebecca: not great

Relationship with Bobby: ex, finds it hard to be around him

Verda or Tina?: both! but she’s on verda’s branch

Murphy bite?: wrist

Murphy's fate?: captured

Rescue LI or Rescue Sanja?: sanja

GENERAL

Name: veronica “it’s been 3 years and i never gave her a middle name” langford

Nickname: just veronica. people around wayhaven called her ronny growing up, and a few still do despite her trying to grow out of it. maybe a few people from college and sometimes tina call her v or vee or something.

Birthday: please you all know i am so scared of concrete dates

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: bi

Hair color: brown

Eye color: dark brown

Height: 5′10 (178 cm)

Piercings: just one in each ear

Tattoos: something retro sci-fi on her shoulder. not a reference to anything specific, but like a little planetary landscape with a UFO in the background or something.

Clothing Style: casual. lots of tank tops and muscle tees (weather- and occasion-permitting), concert t-shirts, warm colors. flannels and leather jackets. jeans, sneakers, combat boots. think like rocker chick vibes, but cozier and more colorful.

Apartment Style: basic. she really did not plan on living there long and kept putting off decorating because it’d be a waste if she was just going to move out. this rationalization went on so long but since the end of book 1 she has slowly bought a few things to push it towards “cozy,” still pretty sparse though.

STATS

Personality:

Charming | Intimidating

Impulsive | Cautious

Sarcastic | Genuine

Friendly | Stoic

Easygoing | Stubborn

Traits:

Heart | Mind

Optimist | Pessimist

Team Player | Independent

Skills:

Main Skill: science/technology (but mostly science)

Second Skill: combat/physical

By the Book | Bend the Rules

KEY DECISIONS

Reason for joining the Wayhaven PD: best use of her science skills

Murphy bite: Wrist | Neck | None

Murphy’s Fate: Captured | Escaped

Rescued: Love Interest | Sanja

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP

Love Interest: adam

Why them?: for veronica it’s kind of retroactive. the way i imagine their True Canon, they don’t have any real romantic moments in book 1, so she doesn’t seriously consider that adam might have feelings for her until well into book 2. (the training scene is when she’s like “oh. ok. i get it now.”) even then it takes a few more chapters for her to really process that, figure out how she feels, and recontextualize everything. like realizing that he loves her and then thinking back on their relationship, knowing that, makes her feel so held (sorry i have no better way to say it) in a way that just makes her want to cry.

to give some actual specific reasons, it’s his dedication and his constancy and hidden care/softness. and his very specific brand of... selflessness might be just left of the word i’m looking for, but hopefully you get me.

Bold, shy, or mixed?: neither! in theory it’s closer to bold, but it’s more just earnest.

What were their first impressions of each other?: disastrous. on top of finding him condescending and unpleasant, there are also a few moments where veronica genuinely wonders whether he’s even a good person. or, like, cares about people. but once she learns the truth of things, a lot of her initial anger gets transferred to rebecca.

adam, with the benefit of knowing what’s actually happening, has a slightly more favorable impression of veronica. yes he thinks she’s difficult and reckless and too emotionally driven, yes she’s making his job absolutely miserable, but he does begrudgingly respect that her accusations are always on the right track and she’s good at her job.

What do they find attractive about each other, mentally or physically?:

for veronica: she loooves his sense of humor. and how much faith he has in the people he cares about. physically, dimples <3. but everything about his smile really. and his nose!

for adam: veronica has a very blunt, unadorned sense of kindness to her that he really loves. the way she is kind before she is nice and values directness. physically, her eyes, they’re deep brown and so expressive.

What do they do to spend time together?: they’re both competitive so anything where they can compete on the same team is fun. (competing against each other is fun too, but also like. exhausting. for them and everyone.) maybe puzzles or other things where it feels like they’re “winning” or solving something together. i have spent an embarrassing amount of thought on veronica and overw*tch esp*rts and she would absolutely make adam learn how to play main tank so they could queue as a tank duo. but most of the time i think they don’t Do specific things together; they just hang out. just talk with each other. perhaps snuggle.

What is their favorite memory together?: in current canon... lol. veronica really just treasures any time adam relaxes around her but those moments always get Ruined. even once they’re well into a relationship, i think veronica’s favorite memory would still be something small like a random time he said something funny and they both laughed together and they were outside and the sky was pretty.

What are their love languages?: acts of service for both of them, but especially adam. veronica... probably lots of words of affirmation and physical touch. they’re both bad at blocking out time for themselves in the first place, so quality time can get neglected especially at first.

How do they handle being apart from one another?: pretty well i think! once they’re in an established relationship at least, before that it’s probably harder. but adam can distract himself with work, and veronica is good at focusing on whatever’s in front of her (whether that’s work or she’s away on vacation or something). if neither of them is too busy, veronica calls every night and they stay on a while, half talking and half just keeping each other company.

Do they argue? How do they handle arguments and disagreements? How do they make up?: i think arguments are fairly rare! yes they’re both insanely stubborn, but they also understand each other pretty well (especially once in a relationship) and are very sympathetic to where the other is coming from. unless both of them are extremely stressed, one of them crumbles when they start genuinely arguing like "i don't want to fight ok, let's take a second."

What does their future look like?: who knows! i haven’t decided whether veronica will turn. i think she probably will, just because i do not want my main pairing for this IF to make me very sad all the time, but like. i’m not fully committing until i see a reason pop up in canon. as of book 3′s final demo, it’s not on her radar at all; she knows she loves adam and wishes they could Talk, but ultimately doesn’t expect or even want a relationship right now (because she doesn’t want to deal with dating one of rebecca’s agents OR with the logistics of being in a committed relationship with an immortal being). it’s just all so foreign to her current state of mind that it’s really hard to say!

Anything else you'd like to share: do you know how hard it was to answer some of these considering veronica wasn’t sure they were even, like, on decent terms for such a large portion of the canon content

BEST FRIEND RELATIONSHIP

Best friend: morgan and farah are essentially joint besties but i’ll go with M

Why them?: i think they appreciate each other’s no bullshit attitude. morgan likes that veronica doesn’t take herself too seriously and respects/relates to the way she tackles problems (quickly, head-on, and without complaint but also without pretending that it doesn’t suck?). veronica appreciates morgan’s bluntness, likes bantering with her, and in general just likes being around people that have quiet/steady presences.

What were their first impressions of each other?: neither of them had much of a first impression honestly. morgan barely thought of veronica at all beyond “she’s annoying,” and kept to herself so much that any dislike veronica had of morgan took a backseat to her dealing with the rest of unit bravo.

What do they do to spend time together?: lots of just sitting in the same room and listening to (low volume) music, veronica spends a lot of time hunting for songs morgan might like. morgan is also her go-to sparring/training buddy. and there are semi-frequent movie nights where veronica shows farah her favorite old shitty B movies, and sometimes morgan will tag along just to sit in the room with them or affectionately talk shit.

Anything else you'd like to share: i’ll talk a little about N! obviously veronica and nate respect, trust, and like each other, but she finds him the hardest of UB to connect with. they’re both people who wear their compassion on their sleeves but keep a lot of their hearts/themselves held back, so they just kind of circle each other, especially since like... nate values politeness and is very sweet in how he relates to people, while veronica values directness and is more jokey/lighthearted to put people at ease. idk how well i’m communicating this; as of the book 3 demo it’s getting easier, but their friendship is still newer/more... nebulous? than the others.

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS (Feel free to go in depth!)

Relationship with Rebecca: so strained. veronica has come to terms with rebecca’s absences throughout her childhood, but there’s newer resentment over... a lot of things, but how she handled the murphy case especially. veronica hates being kept in the dark, and even more than that she hates being rebecca’s priority. it’s difficult to reconcile her childhood and present images of rebecca, and she’s angry that rebecca is so freely and recklessly choosing her, now, to the point of endangering others if she has to, especially when she never felt like rebecca’s choice before. and incredibly frustrated/confused by how often the lines between their professional and familial relationships are blurred and what rebecca actually wants from her.

Relationship with Rook: veronica takes after rook a lot. in stat terms, the only trait they don’t share is stoic, and even then that’s veronica’s least extreme stat. people always told her how like her father she was growing up, and it’s a comparison she took/takes a lot of pride in! she looks up to him based on the stories, but more recently is uncomfortable with the comparisons. veronica would never have even come back to wayhaven if her life panned out as planned, let alone become a detective or joined the agency. that makes her doubt herself, and she feels like that doubt is letting rook down somehow.

rook is also part of the reason her relationship with rebecca isn’t as bad as it could be. she knows that rook loved her, and that he would want his family to be there for each other, so she feels obligated to at least try to make things better. but it’s really hard for her to move past everything to connect with rebecca (which also makes her feel like she’s disappointing rook).

Relationship with Bobby: they were together for a long time and veronica thought she loved him a lot! it was her first relationship, so she wasn’t sure a) what a “bad partner” looked like, or b) how to even be in a relationship or rely on someone in that way. so they spent a lot of time together and had great superficial chemistry, but veronica didn’t have enough experience with not feeling neglected to realize how shallow it was, or notice the red flags when she did occasionally open up. the plagiarism fiasco was a slap in the face, especially because it cost her internships/grad school apps/whatever, i don’t have the details, and forced her to move back to wayhaven after school. she’s still very hurt by it and finds it hard to be around bobby.

Relationship with Verda: due to the above plagiarism fiasco, veronica was pretty depressed when she moved back home, and disliking her job didn’t help. she was extremely jealous when verda was hired and wanted to hate him. but it did not take long for that to crumble into respect/admiration, and eventually into close friendship! verda is a role model for her; they bond over science; they joke easily and have good chill fun. she was really excited to see him piecing together the truth about the supernatural and then devastated to see how he reacted. she feels insanely guilty and thinks it was selfish of her to let him figure it out, but is also cautiously optimistic about making it up to him as of the book 3 demo.

Relationship with Tina: very close! veronica isolated herself when she came back to wayhaven after school, and she is so grateful to tina for being her closest friend and link to the rest of the world during that time. hates keeping the supernatural from her, though. she didn’t like lying to tina to begin with, but she feels even worse about it now that verda knows, and now that tina has clearly picked up on something being wrong but she still can’t say anything.

Relationship with the Mayor: cannot stand him. hates the way he talks about rook, hates the way he talks to rebecca. she cooperates as necessary but doesn’t bother hiding her lack of patience/respect for him.

Relationship with Capt. Sung: basically fine. i think veronica might be a little too casual for him in the way she works, but she always gets the job done so he’s not too bothered by it. (she is ‘bend the rules,’ but more ‘strict rules aren’t important as long as you’re still doing good work’ than the ‘boooo fuck paperwork’ variety. so it’s mostly fine.) she also appreciates him as a minor link to rook.

Relationship with Haley: very friendly, but not super close. they get along great and could make pleasant conversation for hours, but ultimately don’t know each other super well despite the familiarity of growing up together.

Relationship with Elidor: such a comforting presence for veronica during her recovery! she is so grateful, so fond.

Relationship with Tapeesa/Vieno: veronica loves vieno’s cranky-yet-friendly vibe and they get along well! not close, but will stop to chat whenever they pass each other.

Relationship with Unit Alpha: loves their energy. always looks forward to the next opportunity to chat with them, and fully supports any harmless dunking on UB even if she rarely joins in.

Relationship with the Maa-alused: going through the house of mirrors and then coming home for them to appear in her apartment and infect bobby was one of thee worst experiences of her life, and it’s hard for her to get past that + the illness in general. sympathizes with them, and got them to sign the treaty, but is still kind of unsettled by everything that happened and by falk.

Do they have any other important relationships, past or present? (Relatives, friends, etc.?): some vague figures i have in mind but no one i’ve really developed. a couple friends from college, and maybe an elderly couple that lives on her childhood street and used to check in her.

PERSONAL BIO

Describe their personality: her usual demeanor is very warm and casual. sincere but private--she’s pretty blunt and likes to be direct with people, but steers conversations away from personal topics. likes to joke around and doesn’t take herself that seriously. but behind all this, she’s extremely stubborn and won’t shy away from conflict if she thinks you’re in the wrong (which is why she seems like a different person in the first half of book 1. UB is surprised by how like... chill and nice she is once they clear the air). a workaholic, self-reliant and secure but still pretty hard on herself, takes a lot of responsibility for the people around her.

Strengths: so dedicated. honest and trustworthy, has a strong moral compass and can always be counted on to do her absolute best. flexible and intuitive, her brain works really fast.

Weaknesses: cannot compartmentalize or separate herself from a case, throws herself so recklessly into everything (in terms of both physical danger and emotional burnout). doesn’t necessarily hold grudges but has a hard time letting go of hurt, still can’t think objectively about bobby or rebecca.

Where in the world is their Wayhaven?: somewhere on the US east coast idk what to tell you. perhaps a carolina or a virginia.

What is their personal history?: veronica was pretty social and well-liked around wayhaven growing up. she was known as just a really good kid; she was an overachiever and got along with almost anyone. in college, she felt like she was free of something and took a very work hard/play hard approach to life. always doing or going, whether it was for school or work or fun. she really enjoyed life during this time but crashed and burned pretty hard when she and bobby broke up; a lot of her plans were delayed until the plagiarism incident was resolved and she didn’t really have the heart to pursue them afterwards.

a year or so after graduating, she returned to wayhaven with the intention of taking one more year to regroup, and she has been stuck there longer than she meant to be and has kind of hit a wall when book 1 starts.

If they weren't a detective, what would their dream job be?: she was on track to become a biochemist and it was her dream job but then the main plot happened to her.

Anything else you'd like to share: i don’t really know enough to fully explain this, but no OC i love is a cop so like. i think maybe the job she took when she got back to wayhaven was a douglas-esque receptionist role for detective reele’s private office. then reele retired and small town politics + veronica’s history of useful contributions to cases in her downtime at work led to her being pressured to take up the mantle. it’s hard to explain why she’s a detective when she so deeply does not want to be one but i am Trying (or maybe she would have jumped at the chance to do something marginally closer to forensics?? who knows)

RANDOM FACTS

Zodiac sign: aries is what i assigned her when i first made her and i think it suits her! plus it’d be fun for her and M to be twins. this goes hand-in-hand with my birthday commitment issues though

Hobbies: music (she plays guitar and bass and sings a little), running, gaming unfortunately. i could also see her having been into boxing or some martial art but idk what exactly!

Likes: early morning stillness, DIY projects, t-shirts with inexplicable slogans and other weird thrift store finds

Dislikes: overly sweet food or drink, when cold weather lasts too long, being lied to or “protected” from the truth

Drink of choice: something with gin maybe. also feels a great fondness and gratitude for cheap wine.

Starbucks order: i truly know nothing about coffee. is it weird to order black coffee at starbucks

Favorite food: variations on spicy chicken soup! she eats a lot of crockpot meals for convenience and they’ve grown on her, and she has a few different recipes based on whatever she has on hand.

Favorite color: maybe like a rusty orange

Favorite music: she will listen to anything, but her favorite is probably folk rock, or sometimes stuff with soul or old school country vibes. big thief is a good example of an artist she’d be into i think! also was very into the indie music scene in her college town and still follows some of those bands.

Favorite genre (and favorite movie/book/etc): loves old, campy, unselfconsciously optimistic sci-fi. loves star trek tos. also a fan of documentaries of all kinds.

Favorite season: summer

Anything else you'd like to share: a kiss for you reading this mwah

#oc: veronica langford #i wrote most of this in my post-vaccine delirium and did not edit it so. apologies if that is obvious #anyway if you read all/any of this thank u!!! i would love to write more for veronica and w/ayhaven but my sole writing brain cell has-#-always been allergic to t/wc for some reason. One Day. love her so dearly tho #once again macrodosing on shame by posting a filled out oc questionnaire. thank u everyone for witnessing

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bauslut · 4 years

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as you are | vi.

pairing: aaron hotchner x oc

word count: 5.810k

warnings: mentions of murder, mentions of sexual assault, nudity, oral (receiving), filthy talk, use of pet names, sir kink, slight dom/sub, age gap, cursing, angst, lots and lots of angst, mentions of infant death, allusions to sex, cock warming, crying, marking, nsfw

a/n: this is the sixth chapter of my hotch fic! first off, i want to thank @sapphicstars for being my go-to for all my hotch rambles, for being my best friend, & for beta reading the past few chapters! thank you for being such a dear friend, i love you <3 let me know if you would like to be added or removed from the taglist! i hope you guys enjoy, as i’m super proud of this! :’)

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a drizzle drummed against the window, the sheer cream curtains drawn, rays of light from the lamp casting a warm golden glow all around, illuminating nearly everything. the only sound was the patter of the drops as they collided with the windowpane, and the occasional shuffle of papers, the heating unit only nothing but white noise, drowned out by the rain.

rowan rivers sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with a loose thread on the patterned comforter, “so, do you want to shower first or would you like me to go?”

“you should go,” the rustle of paper followed his sentence, “you’re the one who’s wearing damp clothes. honestly, i’m not sure why you haven’t showered yet and changed into dry clothes.”

“and what are we going to do about the bed?”

“i’ll just sleep on the floor,” a weary sigh reverberated off the thin walls, “nothing that i haven’t done before.”

“aaron,” rowan rolled her eyes, slipping off the mattress, “do you realize that us sleeping in the same bed is nothing out of the ordinary?”

the unit chief was adjacent to the agent, his knees bent, acting as a prop for the file of the unsub. a notebook lied directly next to his thigh, open, a few notes scribbled into the margins. his coat was hung in the closet, suit jacket slung across a faux leather chair, nothing but his dress shirt and tie covering his top half, the tie loosened so that it wasn’t so tight around his neck.

aaron’s lips pursed, brow arching, “you don’t recall a single memory from that night, yet that’s the only thing you remember?”

“there’s a lot that’s coming back to me,” rowan shrugged, padding over to her bag, “well since you’re not protesting, i’m about to go use all of the hot water.”

“go ahead,” a chuckle flowed from his lips, light and airy, “i don’t mind a cold shower sometimes.”

“you’re ridiculous,” rowan snorted, “although i’m not shocked that you like cold showers.”

“i’m nowhere near as ridiculous as david rossi,” aaron brought a bottle of water to his mouth, taking a slip, “you realize this was intentional, right?”

“i wasn’t born yesterday,” her voice crescendoed as she entered the bathroom, rising again as she spoke, “if you need me, i’ll be in here.”

aaron mumbled an incoherent strand of words under his breath, cursing david rossi. not only did he have a case to investigate, he also had six members of his team badgering him about a coworker.

sure, the taunting on the jet was enough to handle. he could fire back, shooting down their teasing remarks with ease, able to maintain his cool, calm, composure. he was in control of the situation, shutting them up in a matter of minutes. nothing that he hadn’t encountered before.

however, this was a stark contrast.

aaron was in shambles, his skin flushed, neck painted with pink splotches as he gnawed on his lower lip. her mere presence was enough to have him crumpling to his knees, completely and utterly allured by her beauty. gravitating towards her voice whenever those plush lips parted, hanging onto every word. every interaction leaving one singular question ringing through his mind, clouding his thoughts.

how much longer was he going to able to keep it together?

“all right,” her voice pulled him out of his thoughts, snapping back to reality, “your turn.”

a fluffy white robe was cinched around her waist, the fabric covering nearly everything but a patch of skin between her breasts, a few marks poking out in the light. they were faded some, yet still prominent.

licking his lips, aaron clambered out of the bed, mustering every fiber in his being to break his gaze away, careful not to stare for too long.

“that was quick.”

“i didn’t want to waste the warm water,” she responded, ringing a towel through her hair, “i’ll just change in here while you shower.”

“you have no problem stripping when you’re inebriated but the second you’re sober you have second thoughts?” aaron let out a laugh, lips stretching into a broader grin as he noticed the rosy hue spread through her cheeks, “i’m just teasing.”

“i hate you,” rowan muttered, lips curving into a pout.

“i know for a fact that you don’t.”

“i’ll be in bed when you return,” her eyes crinkled shut as her hand deflected a yawn.

“and when i get out, i’ll be careful not to make any noise. every minute of sleep is precious. we have an unsub to track down when morning comes.”

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“what time is it?” her voice was barely a whisper, her back facing him.

aaron rolled over, squinting in the low light. the numbers glared back, a sigh exiting his lips, “it’s about two thirty-eight, ro.”

“from the sound of it, you can’t sleep either.”

“this bed is pretty uncomfortable,” aaron pulled the comforter tighter to his body, nuzzling into the pillow.

“so are these pillows,” she grumbled, her tone hot with scorn, “why couldn’t we have booked some hotel in the town over?”

“the nearest town is forty minutes away.”

“so why can’t you sleep?” the ruffle of sheets crept into his left ear, “something on your mind?”

“there’s a lot on my mind ro.”

“there you go again, calling me ‘ro’,” she exhaled, “you need to pick a side, aaron.”

“pick a side?” shifting his body, aaron faced rowan, his brow furrowed, “what are you talking about, rowan?”

“you need to pick a side,” she repeated, her depths nearly gleaming silver, “you can’t just keep leading me on but then pushing me away. it’s so fucking confusing because i like being around you, aaron, i really do. you make me happy and every time that i’m not with you, there’s this part of me that misses you.”

“rowan--” his throat tightened, “it’s just that--”

“oh what?” she challenged, “what is it that’s holding you back? right now, you’re laying close enough to reach out, close enough to touch me, but not too close because there is something in your mind telling you not to. is it the divorce? are you guys even officially separated? from the frequent phone calls you’ve been receiving lately, it seems as if it’s sorting out plans. sorting out plans for daycare, for spending the night. it’s sorting out plans for jack. the two of you don’t even live together and rossi told me that it’s been months since the papers were filed.”

“rowan.” her name was eerily quiet as it tumbled from his lips, yet she continued, her voice rising, inflected with notes of fury, tears threatening to spill over.

an index finger prodded his chest, digging in, “you may have a cold tone when talking to me, but the second that i walk into a room your eyes gravitate towards my presence. you are keen when i speak and always tell the others to quiet down when i have headaches. you always ask if i’m going to make it home okay. fuck, the other night you let me stay at your apartment. is that just normal behavior to you? what are you so fucking afraid of aaron hotchner? and yes, i know how much you fucking despise being profiled but--”

“for fuck’s sakes,” the words were a growl, gravelly and harsh, “come here.”

fingers crept onto her cheeks, palms fully enveloping the heated skin, pulling her closer, mouths only inches away from one another.

rowan’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes searched hers, the tip of his nose grazing against the inside of her cheek, “a-are you going to answer my question or not?”

“only if you want me to,” her lashes fluttered as lips brushed against hers, soft and plush.

“please do.”

the fingers glided into her hair, tugging at the roots as mouths collided with hers, a fiery kiss unraveling. aaron pulled her closer, desperate to have her as close as teeth gnashed against teeth, tongue delving into her mouth. a faint taste of cherries lingered, the taste sweet, only making him crave more. rowan’s hands flew to his chest, clutching the fabric of his tee as he sucked on her lower lip harshly, a whine rising in her throat.

the whimper escalated into a broken moan as his mouth drifted lower, trailing just below her jawline, “a-aaron, please.”

“what?” he paused, voice edged with lust, “you have to use your words, ro.”

a shiver ran down her spine, her body nearly collapsing into his, “we have all night, you don’t have to be hasty.”

“i don’t know how much longer i can hold back ro.”

“god aaron,” rowan panted as he nipped at her neck, “i bet they can hear us--”

“let ‘em,” satisfaction coursed through him as he marveled at the fresh mark, “i want to hear you.”

fingers laced into his silky hair as his mouth drifted, tugging at the roots, “fuck, aaron. just take it off.”

he paused, breaking away, heart thudding, blood roaring in his ears, “do you want me to?”

rowan nodded, her cheeks tainted crimson, “please.”

gently, his hands hooked the hem of the plush crewneck clinging to her frame, gesturing for her to sit up. carefully, he worked it up her arms, pulling it over her head, casting the article of clothing to the floor.

at the sight of her, he nearly came undone.

her breasts bounced as her back hit the mattress, a cotton thong hugging her hips. her lips were parted, curved into a shy smile, brunette hair sweeping against the pillow. a silver chain glittered, hanging loosely from her neck, a charm resting against her collarbone. swallowing thickly, his hands gravitated towards her sides, slowly trailing back and forth, savoring the softness of her skin against his. several, tiny scars littered her chest, spanning down to the plane of her stomach, the areas a more pale complexion than the rest.

“i’m sorry about the scars,” she sputtered, tripping over the words, “they’re really a mood killer and i’m so--”

“ro,” his tone was firm, yet his voice was so gentle, so quiet, “don’t you dare apologize. you’re beautiful.”

a hand cupped his cheek, her thumb caressing the cheekbone, “you’re the first man who’s ever said that to me and meant it.”

“i’ll say it over and over again. all day, every day. every single second that i’m around you because i fucking mean it, rowan. you’re beautiful.”

tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over, “t-thank you.”

“no crying,” a chuckle tumbled from his lips, the pad of his thumb wiping away a tear, “i always hate seeing you cry.”

“i won’t cry anymore, promise. you should take this off,” her nails grazed the collar of his tee, “so we’re even.”

without any hesitations, he slipped out of his shirt, lowering his head so that he was at level with her chest, “can i?”

“can you what?”

“well,” his breath fanned against her skin, in close proximity, “you asked me a few nights ago if i wanted to suck on them. can i?”

“god, please.”

his mouth wrapped around her nipple, her back arching into him as his teeth tugged lightly, tongue flicking over the bud. rowan’s nails dug into his back, moans flooding the space, low and breathy, only fueling the lust burning within him. god, he needed more of her. he needed more of her so fucking bad. he needed all of her.

“a-aaron,” rowan whimpered as his tongue traveled lower, going down her stomach, “i-i need you to touch me. or do something. fuck, i’m so wet and i can fucking feel it. i need you.”

“yeah?” his tone oozed authority, “you need me? how bad? how badly do you need me to touch you?”

“i just fucking need you,” her head thudded against the pillow, jaw slack, “i need you bad, aaron hotchner.”

the sound of his name, his full name, dripping from her lips, nearly sent him over the edge of losing all inhibitions, drunk off lust.

aaron’s hands sprawled across her thighs, parting them in one swift motion, “if this gets to be too much, let me know. all right?”

“all right.”

settling flat on his stomach, his arms hooked around her thighs, his head level with her thong, “holy fuck. i can see how wet you are.”

“it’s all for you,” her voice faltered, squirming slightly as the tip of his nose brushed against her clit, “i’m so wet for you, sir.”

“sir?” aaron arched a brow, a smug smirk enveloping his features, “i like that, especially coming from your pretty little mouth. do you want me to put you in your place pretty girl? you want me to remind you who’s in charge? do you want me to make you feel good?”

rowan’s throat tightened, her clit practically throbbing through the cotton now, the fabric drenched with her juices, “yes sir. i need you to put me in my place.”

“that’s a good girl,” he hummed, fingers hooking the waistband, “let’s get these off you, hmmm?”

eagerly, rowan shimmied, aaron’s touch sending ripples of euphoria coursing through her body. it was almost as if every single part of her body was on fire, lit up from his words alone. the touch only intensified the scorching desire, consuming her whole.

his tongue darted out, licking a stripe from her hole to her clit, delving between her folds, a pleased hum rising in his throat as he swallowed.

“i always knew you’d taste this good, pretty girl.”

“god,” she writhed beneath him, instinctively bucking her hips, “please--”

the sentence dissolved into a groan as his mouth connected with her pussy, burying his tongue into it. rowan’s hands tangled into his hair, pulling, only goading him to keep going. to keep ravaging her with his mouth until she was begging to stop. his tongue glided upwards, swirling on her clit, lapping away, desperate to taste every inch. to explore every convex and concave until there was nothing left. nothing left to taste.

“a-aaron,” pulling away, a strand of saliva followed, glittering in the light.

“say my name, say it again pretty girl. and don’t fucking stutter.”

“but your mouth--” she protested, biting her tongue.

a growl rumbled, “i don’t care where my mouth was. say it again.”

hands squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples between fingers. the pleasure was overwhelming, the waves racking rowan’s body as his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking and darting across it. heat radiated off her cheeks, a sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead.

“i-i’m going to cum,” a needy whine rang through the room, bouncing off the walls.

“you better cum,” he was pinching her nipples now, “you better fucking cum like the good girl i know you are.”

“i-i’m going to,” her thighs twitched, her breathing picking up, “oh my god aaron, i’m going to--”

“that’s a good girl,” aaron’s eyes drank in the sight of her, trembling underneath him, her climax seconds away from unraveling, “you cum like the good girl you are.”

her hips rolled, riding out her orgasm on his tongue, clutching fistfuls of his hair. giving her pussy one final lick, aaron pulled away, her juices coating his mouth, dripping onto his chin. his cock was twitching now, pre-cum dribbling along his length, constrained to the tightness of his boxers.

“fuck,” rowan cursed under her breath, her chest heaving, strands of hair plastered to her forehead, “aaron--”

“you hanging in there, ro?”

her response was a meek nod, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple, “yes.”

“i’m not finished with you yet princess,” aaron’s voice wavered as rowan propped herself up, reaching out, her hand flattening out on the print, fingers squeezing his shaft, “good god, p-please.”

“what?” tilting her head, rowan peered at him through thick lashes, batting them, “what is it, aaron?”

“i need you to fucking sit on it, that’s fucking what.”

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“what time are we supposed to meet at the station again?”

“only a couple of hours now,” aaron fought back a yawn, pressing a light kiss to her shoulder blade, “it’s nearly five in the morning, ro.”

bodies were intertwined, a flurry of limbs. the haze of sex lingered, the scent of arousal thick in the air. yet, aaron hotchner felt nothing but pure bliss as he cradled her body in his arms, a warm, cozy feeling seeping into his chest as her bare skin pressed against his.

shifting ever so slightly, a low grunt rumbled in his throat as his tip plunged further in, his cock coated with a sticky mess of his and her cum, the juices practically leaking down his shaft, pooling onto the sheets.

“aaron, please.”

“please what?” satisfaction coursed through his veins as her voice dripped with a plea, “you gotta use your words with me, rowan. i can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

“we’ll be up all night,” rowan whispered, “i-it feels so good.”

swallowing thickly, his hand traveled from her hip to the plane of her stomach, “god, i think i can feel it.”

“i don’t know if i can handle any more.”

“i know baby,” pecking her cheek, aaron pulled out, savoring the sensation of her walls wrapped around his cock, “let’s get you cleaned up, and then maybe we’ll be able to get a few minutes of shut-eye before a phone rings.”

baby.

rowan’s heart nearly soared at the pet name, the gentle notes inflected in his tone as he uttered it, the way it just sounded so right coming from him. god, was she so vulnerable in this state: enveloped in his tight embrace, nearly melting into his arms, not a single article of clothing adorning her frame.

in the moment, she was nothing but happy, cozy and content under the covers.

if only she could spend every night like this with him, basking in the intimacy. falling so much harder than she initially thought. sure, aaron hotchner was a handsome man. he was level-headed, carried himself with ease, and was so utterly good-looking. he was a family man, unafraid to express his abundant love for his son. he was compassionate, putting his needs of the team before his own. he was self-less, always thrusting himself into harm's way before any member of his team or civilian.

however, there was one aspect that rowan couldn’t understand. one particular trait that prevented her from giving herself to him completely.

why couldn’t aaron hotchner show any vulnerability? why was he a changed man behind closed doors?

“there,” his voice cut in the silence, “i changed the sheets. we should really rest, ro.”

padding over to the bed, rowan settled into the comforter, allowing space for aaron. within seconds, he was pulling her in, head nuzzling into the crook of her head, stubble grazing soft flesh, “i never really noticed it before, but you wear a butterfly necklace. is there any significance behind that?”

“i thought we were going to sleep hotchner,” rowan let out a hoarse chuckle, “but, to answer your query, i wear it in honor of my older brother. he was stillborn. when i was younger, my mom used to tell me that every single butterfly that i encountered was joshua, and he was just fluttering by to say hello. i wear the necklace to keep him close to my heart, because that’s where he resides. nearly every night, i dream about meeting him. i.. i really wish i could give him a hug sometimes, ya know? but you can’t hug butterflies or else that will kill them.”

fingers intertwined with hers, “you didn’t have to share that with me, ro, but i am so grateful that you did.”

“the thing is,” she paused, exhaling, “i want to share everything with you, aaron.”

lips brushed against her skin, “and i want to hear it all. every memory, every story, every inside joke. i want you to share these experiences and tales with me, rowan. i promise that i’ll listen.”

“what’s wrong with us? we’re not supposed to fall in love, aaron hotchner. you’re my boss. we’re federal agents. if anyone found out, our lives would be obliterated. if strauss ever caught wind of this, oh my god we would be--”

“rowan, listen to me,” the words were grounding, “i don’t care what happens. there’s a lot of uncertainty in the future, but i know one thing’s for certain. i want anything to do with you, no matter what the cost. i would ask about those damn boots you love so much, but we really need to sleep if we’re going to function at all tomorrow. and i need that brilliant mind of yours if we’re going to get this guy.”

“i was planning on spilling a few more secrets.”

“we have the whole flight home for that,” the laugh vibrated in his throat, “sleep well, rowan. sweet dreams. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

“sweet dreams hotchner,” rowan murmured, lids heavy with exhaustion.

within hours, beams of light were filtering in through the curtains, stirring the agent awake. groggily, she shifted, rolling over to face aaron, instinctively leaning in to press her lips against his for a warm good morning.

but he wasn’t there, the mattress nothing but an unforgiving void of cold sheets and broken promises.

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“listen,” emily prentiss grumbled, sifting through a pile of bills, “you owe me if i’m right.”

“i won’t,” rossi countered, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he cracked a smug smirk, “this isn’t the fifty i was promised when we made this bet. we shook on it, remember?”’

derek morgan poked his head out a door, “do you guys think they fucked?”

“fucked is such a vulgar word,” garcia snorted, shouldering past morgan, “also, i hate you for putting that filthy image in my head. it’s going to be there all day thanks to you.”

“It’s nothing that we don’t do babygirl,” morgan shot her a wink, “how much do i owe you, rossi?”

“fifty dollars,” rossi beamed, “i prefer fives, if you have them.”

“i don’t think that they had sexual intercourse,” reid cleared his throat, striding towards the elevator, “the infrastructure of this building has extremely thin walls. i would have heard something. do you guys even think that hotch has that stamina to--”

“all right, that’s enough!” morgan coughed, throwing his bag over his shoulder, “where is hotch, anyways? the door is cracked, but i haven’t seen him or rowan leave the room.”

“i’m sure all of our questions will be answered within the hour,” rossi remarked, accepting a wad of cash from morgan, “if we see hotch smile today, then that tells us that they weren’t sleeping last night.”

the team held their breaths as a door opened, rowan stepping out, shutting it softly behind her, “good morning guys.”

“good morning rivers!” prentiss chirped, “how did you sleep last night? don’t tell me he made you sleep on the floor.”

“i didn’t get much sleep at all,” the brunette muttered, “have you guys seen hotch at all this morning?”

“no,” rossi replied curtly, “we thought you two were getting a few more minutes of snuggling before we had to leave.”

rowan’s eyes squeezed shut, her features twisting together with pain, “c-can we please just quit it with the teasing today? just for today?”

“oh,” prentiss’ face fell, brow furrowing with concern, “i-is everything alright rivers?”

“we didn’t mean to--” morgan began, but was promptly cut off by garcia.

“maybe you just haven’t had your morning coffee yet buttercup. let’s get you something to eat too. you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something utterly horrifying. caffeine always lifts my spirits.”

as garcia and rowan strolled to the elevator, whispering amongst one another, rossi nudged morgan, “something happened last night between the two of them.”

“should we ask hotch about it?” prentiss inquired, picking a hair off her blazer, “or, should we leave it be?”

“i’ll handle it,” rossi smoothed out his shirt, lugging his back behind him.

“i have an inkling that our unit chief is not aware of the consequences that come with reckless thinking.”

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“how are things today kiddo?” rowan flinched as a hand connected with her shoulder, “you’ve barely spoken a word to us all morning. and you’ve listened to every single order hotch has given you. is there something wrong?”

“oh,” rowan blinked, swiveling around in a chair, “um, i’ve just had a morning, i guess.”

letting out a sigh, david rossi slid into the nearest seat, scooting towards the agent, “you forget that i’ve been in this field for years, rowan. i know when something’s up. i won’t prod too much, but i’m worried about you. is it something to do with the case?”

“d-do you think anyone’s going to come over here?” rowan’s gaze flickered towards the group of cops huddled around the control center, chattering away.

“come,” rossi rose to his feet, offering the brunette his elbow, “let’s go on a walk. there’s not much to do around here anyways. garcia is picking through the laptop, it may take a while.”

graciously, rowan accepted his offer, following him outside of the station into the dreariness of forks. dark, flint grey clouds loomed over, threatening rain. the air was chilly, piercing the agent to the bone as she clung onto rossi.

“wait,” rossi paused, discarding his coat, “did romeo forget to offer his juliet his coat this morning?”

shoving her arms into the sleeves, rowan shuddered as a breeze rolled through the streets, “romeo is a fucking jackass, that’s what.”

“oh is he now?” rossi mused, “i figured he was the reason why your mood drastically changed. if you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

“a lot,” the agent mumbled, careful to avoid the question.

“i want to help,” he stated, his tone cool, “but i can’t do that if you don’t let me know what happened, rowan.”

“i-i’m sure it’s no secret that i came from a very, very, horrible place,” rowan began, shrinking inside the coat, boots thudding against the pavement, “the first day i arrived at the bau, it was also no secret that aa-- hotch and i butted heads. there are still times in which he annoys the shit out of me, but that’s besides the point. last night i made a mistake. i allowed myself to be vulnerable and let him see parts of me that i’ve hidden for so long. rossi, i-i, i’ve never allowed a man to touch me like that. not since the night of the stakeout.”

“rowan, you don’t have to continue if it’s only going to--”

“rossi, three people tore me apart. i’m still healing, the wounds are there, and they’re deep and jagged. and i promised myself that i would never let anyone in since that night, and here i am, passively watching as it happens. i let him in, and it was so beautiful and exhilarating. i wish it would have lasted forever but it didn’t. he was gone before i opened my eyes,” sobs racked rowan’s body as her knees buckled, crumpling to the pavement.

a single tear trickled down david rossi’s cheek, his heart nearly splitting into two, “oh rowan, i am so sorry. i am so fucking sorry. you can’t blame yourself for any of it. what happened in columbus was not your fault, rowan.”

“t-thank you,” she wiped her tears, her cheeks flushed, “i’m sorry for breaking down.”

“you don’t have to apologize for that either kiddo,” rossi extended a hand, guiding her to her feet, “you’re human. it’s okay.”

“have you talked to hotch at all today?”

“not yet,” the agent shook his head, “however, i have some unfinished business to tend to.”

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the rain was relentless, falling in sheets as aaron hotchner navigated through the wilderness, droplets streaming down his brow onto his cheeks, blurring his vision. david rossi was not far behind, merely a few feet away.

after garcia scoured every nook and cranny of the unsub’s personal laptop, she managed to extract essential information regarding his whereabouts. the team had split up into several groups, partnering up with one another to fan out, hoping to close in on an abandoned cabin, deep in the woods of forks.

with every step, aaron hotchner’s bones seared, desperate for relief. he was exhausted, the lack of sleep no help whatsoever. yet, it was only a matter of hours now before he was back home, all warm and dry, relaxing on the couch with jack, watching his favorite movie.

only a couple more hours and he would be home.

“all right dumbass,” hotch’s head whipped around at the harsh tone laced in rossi’s words, “i have some choice words for you.”

“excuse me?”

the agent stopped in his tracks, folding his arms across his chest, “you two had sex, didn’t you?”

“w-what?” hotch sputtered, shock plastered across his features, “rossi, what are you talking about?”

there was a beat of silence before rossi resumed, “you broke down your walls and decided to be intimate with her but then the second the run rose, you were out of the bed, as distant and cold as possible. i know how that shit works, aaron. it’s not a pleasant feeling to wake up and not have the person there.”

aaron hotchner almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “rossi, come on we have a case-”

“why would you say all that shit to her, hotch? we all know that you have feelings for her ah-,” rossi held up a hand, challenging aaron to butt in, “don’t interrupt me. it’s okay to have feelings but you know what’s not okay? hurting her because you’re scared. you don’t have to explain your feelings to me but please explain them to her. we all know she doesn’t deserve this at all, hotch. and you of all people should know that.”

“we’re working on a case and the only thing on your mind right now is scolding me for--”

“don’t change the fucking subject, aaron. you need to get yourself together, if not for yourself then for her,” his fury bubbled up as he spoke, the mocha depths blazing an obsidian hue.

“rossi, you know what that divorce did to me--” hotch stammered, scrambling for formulate some sort of response. some sort of deflection so that the discussion would cease.

“but look at what you’re doing to her.”

“but rossi i--” hotch was on the verge of retaliation, but rossi pointed a finger at him, jabbing it into his arm, so forceful that aaron nearly yelped.

“no, aaron. this is for you to explain to her. not to me.”

*****

rowan rivers hovered over her desk, collecting some final papers, gathering them in a neat pile as members of the team filed into the elevator, silence consuming the behavioral analysis unit of quantico, virginia. everyone was beyond worn, their muscles sore, tense from the washington atmosphere, their minds weary from the heavy burdens of the job.

however, there was a far heavier burden weighing on rowan’s mind.

the click of shoes meeting tile caught rowan’s attention, a familiar pair of slacks appearing in her peripheral vision.

“you’re right rowan.”

aaron hotchner stood before her, his coat draped over an arm, bag slung across his shoulder. even in the light, rowan couldn’t help but notice the faint purple rings forming underneath his eyes, the thick lashes almost hiding them. the wrinkles lining his forehead and eyes were more prominent, deepened by hardships and loss. inky black hair that was gelled over only hours before was unkempt, strands of hair falling into his forehead.

rowan wanted nothing more to throw her arms around him, holding him close for an embrace.

but, she felt as if she couldn’t. not after what he did.

the agent met his gaze, her lips pursed with confusion, “aaron, what are you talking about?”

he shifted, swaying from side to side, fumbling with his hands, “you’re right about me. i’m afraid. i’m afraid of falling for you and not being able to control it. i hate not being in control ro, but god do i lose control every single second i’m around you.”

“aaron we don’t have to--”

he shook his head, lower lip trembling, “no i want to talk about this, ro. you told me to pick a side and i pick you.”

it was almost as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders. there was no more confusion, no more unrest. no more tears to be shed pondering over the “what ifs.” he was fessing up, finally answering the queries that kept her up late at night, losing hours of sleep.

he didn’t hate her.

he was falling in love with her.

tears welled up in his eyes, tinging them red as he choked down sobs, burying his face in his hands. carefully, rowan’s hands enveloped his wrists, bringing them away from his face, “i’m just as afraid, aaron. but it’s okay. we’re in this together, just two people falling for one another.”

the second rowan’s hand cupped his cheeks, cradling his face in her hands, aaron melted, collapsing completely, “rossi confronted me about it all. he said i needed to get my shit together because it was hurting you. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i can be a little bit dense sometimes and a bit of an asshole.”

“a bit dense and a bit of an asshole?” rowan teased, the pad of her thumb wiping away a tear, “that sounds a little bit like you, aaron.”

“come home with me tonight. no hiding feelings. no intoxication. i just want you in my arms,” aaron murmured, his mouth nearly inches away from hers.

his heart skipped a beat as the corners of her lips curled into a bright, radiant grin, her head bobbing, “i’d like that. i’d like that very much.”

within hours, she was clinging to his frame, her head nuzzled against the fabric of his tee, light snores echoing through the room. his hands were threaded into her hair, subconsciously playing with the silky brunette locks as he glanced through paperwork, careful not to disturb her one bit.

his phone vibrated against the wood of the nightstand, piquing his interest. the caller i.d. was all too familiar.

“hotchner.”

“hey hotch it’s jj, i know that we all just made it home, barely settling in for the night but we were just invited on a case. from the sound of it, it’s quite urgent. the governor wants us to fly out there as soon as possible,” the blonde’s voice crackled on the speaker.

“and where’s this case?” a hand gravitated to rowan’s, lacing their fingers together as she stirred, bleary from sleep.

“columbus. columbus, ohio.”

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uncloseted · 3 years

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Effy Does SheIn: Winter 20/21

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Now, let’s get into the post! Starting with tops, there are a lot of great options for Effy’s style, both causal and dressier.

Wink Eyes Print Tee (https://shrsl.com/2p941) (this one reminded me of the Winking Eye tee Effy has in episode 307)

Wink Eye Graphic Mesh Sleeve Tee (http://shrsl.com/2p93w) (like the one she wears in 307, but dressier and a little bit girlier, too)

Reflective Figure Graphic Oversized Tee (https://shrsl.com/2p93n) (I thought this would be a great basis for a going-out outfit, especially because the graphic glows in the dark)

Contrast Sequin Panel Top (http://shrsl.com/2p942) (the sequined sleeves felt very “beginning of series 4 Effy” to me)

Keyhole Back Puff Sleeve Sequin Top (http://shrsl.com/2p945)

Sheer Mesh Sleeve Zip Black Dot Sequin Crop Top (http://shrsl.com/2p948) (the mesh sleeve/sequin combination reminds me of her outfit in 402)

Double Strappy Draped Neck Satin Top (http://shrsl.com/2p94a) (reminds me of her top in 404)

Frill Neck Sheer Mesh Puff Sleeve Top (http://shrsl.com/2p94c) (you guys can tell me if I’m crazy on this one but for some reason I could totally picture Effy wearing it)

Puff Sleeve Glitter Crop Tee (http://shrsl.com/2p94e) (another one that felt very series 4/glam Effy)

I love the mix of grungy black velvet and little pearl details in the Pearls Beaded V Neck Velvet Tee (http://shrsl.com/2p94g). I think it blends masculine and feminine together really nicely.

Now, onto bottoms. Effy loves her leather, her sequins, and her black jeans, so here are a few options to try:

High Waist High Stretch Ripped Skinny Jeans (http://shrsl.com/2p94j) (pair with a graphic tee, a ripped sweater, a leather jacket, and your favorite boots)

If you like a more distressed look, the High-Waisted Distressed Raw Hem Skinny Jeans (http://shrsl.com/2p94k) are a great choice:

For your more glam outfits, try the Buttoned Front Faux Leather Pants (http://shrsl.com/2p94n). They can take a regular outfit and make it look edgy.

If you love Effy’s look in 402, try the Zipper Back Sequin Shorts (http://shrsl.com/2p94m). The black is a little bit more toned down than the blue, making them easier to wear.

Moving on to dresses, a staple in Effy’s wardrobe. She wears dresses all the time and for every occasion, from casually hanging out to going to school to going to a rave.

First up, the Sketch Face Graphic Mini T-Shirt Dress (http://shrsl.com/2p94o). It reminds me of the casual-cool look of her winking eye tee in 307.

The Drop Shoulder Mixed Print Tee Dress (http://shrsl.com/2p94p) is a little bit of a wild card, but I thought Effy might find it to be funny.

I just think the Contrast Sequin Mouth Sheer Mesh Dress (http://shrsl.com/2p94z) is super fun:

The V Neck Striped Pointelle Knit Sweater Dress (http://shrsl.com/2p953) reminds me of her sweater dress in 303, but a little bit more structured and streamlined:

Flower Print Belted Button Front Dress (http://shrsl.com/2p94q) (take away the belt and I think this would be exactly the type of dress Effy might wear to school)

Contrast Lace V-back Smock Dress (http://shrsl.com/2p94r) (this one gave me some series 2 Effy vibes with the black lace)

Flounce Sleeve Solid Dress in Burgundy (http://shrsl.com/2p94s) (perfect for a 302 Effy look)

Fuzzy Mesh Belted Tunic Dress (http://shrsl.com/2p94v). This is another one where I would remove the belt, but I love the unexpected fuzzy detailing.

Shoulder Padded Self Belted Glitter Dress (http://shrsl.com/2p951) (again, take away the belt. It reminds me a little bit of the color of Effy’s dress in 301, mixed with the shape of her dress in 305 and the glitter of her top in 404).

You can’t have a perfect Effy look without a jacket, so here are a few of my picks for outerwear:

Faux Leather Biker Jacket (http://shrsl.com/2p956)

The Lapel Neck Zip Detail Belted Faux Leather Moto Jacket (http://shrsl.com/2p958) is perfect if you want a little bit of a roomier fit:

The Shawl Collar Tailored Blazer (http://shrsl.com/2p95c) is perfect if you want to try making your own badge blazer. It’s just the right amount of oversized, and the scrunched sleeves give it a more laid back, causal vibe.

The right shoes can really bring an outfit together. I’m really liking the Faux Leather Zip Up Lug Sole Boots (http://shrsl.com/2p95a) as a less expensive alternative to Doc Martens.

Finally, accessories. Effy is never seen without her necklaces, so to complete the look, combining a bunch of different necklaces (or looking for a layered necklace) is a good idea.

Multi-Strand Faux Pearl Statement Necklace (http://shrsl.com/2p95f)

Faux Pearl Decor Layered Necklace (http://shrsl.com/2p95h)

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evietheninja · 4 years

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It’s on site, Bitch.

Side story to a fan fic my friends and I are writing. They wanted a fight, they got one lmao.

New Message!

Pikachu 2.0: Yo, what do you guys think of this?

Evie glances down at her phone, reading the message out loud to the guys accompanying her in the living room. Attached to the message is a poster for an event happening tonight. "2000s night huh?" Kiri asks sitting on the couch. "Sounds MANLY!" He practically yells, excitement in his voice. "When was the last time we all went out anyway?" He asks, looking over at Bakugo and Evie who are sitting on the floor. "It's been some time, that's for sure." Evie says, closing the picture and typing out a reply.

Glowstick: Sounds like fun!

PoisonIvyWHO?: CAN WE GET READY TOGETHER LIKE WE USED TO??

BigTittieGothGF: YESSS

Evie laughs as she looks over to the boys who are staring down at their screens as the messages come through. "What the fuck babe, you kicking us out?" Bakugo asks, a smirk across his face. "No, dumbass. I may be getting ready at someone elses place." She says looking back down at her phone.

PoisonIvyWHO?: Evie's?

BigTittieGothGF: YEah! Evie, you okay with that?

BakuBITCH: Really? We JUST got this fucking place and you're already kicking us out?

DaddyShark: That's not very manly of you guys.

Glowstick: Kiri.. We're not men..

Kiri laughs. "Why the fuck are you texting me that I'M RIGHT HERE." Evie and Bakugo laugh. "You fucking texted us instead of SAYING IT." She says, leaning on Bakugo as she laughed.

PoisonIvyWho: I'll be there in 20.

BigTittieGothGF: Too bad, Bakugo. We're already going. Get whatever ur wearing and GO TO DENKI'S

Pikachu2.0: Yeah... Cal already told me you guys were getting kicked. Sorry lmaoo

Bakugo rolls his eyes. "Well FUCK Kiri, I guess we're getting kicked out of our own place." He says, standing up. "Let's go pick what we're gonna wear and get out of here before the girls get here. I'm not trying to fight with Cal when she gets here, and lord knows Nina will tell me some shit and they're gonna piss me the hell off before the night even starts." Bakugo finishes, holding out a hand to help Evie up. She laughs, making a loud HUMPH as she gets up. "Babe, seriously suck it up stop being such a baby." She says, laughing.

"Shut the hell up, dumbass. I'll fight your ass too." He says, pulling her in for a kiss. "UGH GET A ROOOOOMMMMM" Kiri says, tossing a ketchup packet at them. "Oh my GOD Suki when did we adopt a CHILD?" Evie laughed pulling away from Bakugo. She picks the ketchup packet up and throws it back, casuing Kiri to swat at it. It hits the wall, splattering. "BRO WHAT THE FUCK" Bakugo yells, walking over to Kiri and grabbing him. "BRO SHE FUCKIN THREW AT ME WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?" Kiri yelled back, attempting to put Bakugo in a headlock.

Evie takes her phone and snaps a picture, sending it to the group chat.

Glowstick: Alright, who had two weeks?

PoisonIvyWho?: ME BEECH RUN ME MY MONEEEEYYY

Glowstick: *Paid PoisonIvyWHO? $20*

BigTittieGothGF: *Paid PoisonIvyWHO? $20*

Pikachu2.0: *Paid PoisonIvyWHO? $20*

BigTittieGothGF: Here's Shota's piece.

BigTittieGothGF: *Paid PoisonIvyWHO? $20*

PoisongIvyWHO: HELL YEAH IM GETTIN FUUUCKED TONIGHT!!

Pikachu2.0: You bet your ass you are. ;)

Glowstick: BROOOO

Evie laughed, watching the boys continue to wrestle. "Damn a little less clothing and I'd be questioning if I was just a cover up." She says, walking over to the hall towards her and Bakugo's room. Eventually, she heard the boys stop and she assumed one of them looked at their phone, because next thing she knew the boys were at the doorway, glaring at her.

"What?" Evie said, looking between the boys. "You fucking bet on us?" Bakugo says, his hands sparking lightly. "Hey, calm down. I wasn’t the ONLY one who bet. Even fucking Aizawa was in on it! You can't put that on me alone." She says, keeping her distance. "What were the lengths of time?" Kiri asks, genuinely curious. "Uh, Cal said 2 weeks, Ni said a week, Aizawa said an hour, Denki said 3 days." She says. "And YOU?" Bakugo asks. "Me? I gave you guys the benefit of the doubt and said a month. But nooooo." She says laughing. "ANYWAY. You two need to get the hell out.” She says, pushing the boys out of the room. “Wait, dumbass! I kind of need clothes to wear.” Bakugo says, pushing past her to get into the closet inside their room. Kiri laughs and walks over to his room to get some clothes to change into.

Bakugo packed a WHOLE ASS BAG of clothes, a few shirts and a couple pairs of jeans because he wanted to make sure he looked really good. Kiri did just about the same, a whole backpack with clothes inside. What the fuck? Are they spending the night? Why the fuck. Evie laughed lightly as they made their way to the door. They may be men, but god DAMN they take forever to get ready.

“Alright, we’ll be at Denki’s. Text me if you need anything.” Bakugo says, planting quick peck on Evie’s lips before leaving. “:Yeah yeah, have fun I’ll let you know when we leave.” She says as she opens the door. “Wha- why the fuck are you guys taking backpacks? I thought you guys were going just to change not spend the week there.” Nina’s voice echos through the hall after seeing the boys. “FUUUCK I thought we’d be gone by the time you guys got here.” Bakugo complains, nodding at Cal and Nina as they enter the apartment. “Shut the hell up, boom boom boy.” Cal says walking past him. He tugs at her sprout on her head, causing her to yelp. “Stop it, asshole! i’ll get Frank on your ass.” She warns, rubbing her sprout as he lets go.

“Who the fuck is Frank:?” He asks, Kirishima laughing next to him. “None of your business, leave! You take any longer and we’ll be fucking late.” Nina says, closing the door as they walk in. “I thought we’d never get rid of them.” They joke as they smile and hug Evie. Cal jumps onto them, laughing and giggling as they regain themselves.

The next hour and a half consists of the trio getting dressed, comparing outfits and making sure they looked really good for the night ahead. Cal is wearing a green lace bralette, with gloves to match. Shes got a tight black skirt, with thigh high stockings with guarders with heels. Her hair is down and tame, the black skirt and green top complimenting her every feature. Nina is wearing a black and white cheetah print tube top, with leather shorts, thigh high platform boots with her chains rearranged in a choker fashion, with a loop in the middle for an attachable leash, her mullet slick back. Evie is wearing a green long sleeve crop top that ties around her stomach, with a deep v cut, ripped skinny jeans and thigh high heel boots. Her hair is half up, the other half tamed beautifully to compliment the outfit. She puts on her favorite black choker with a silver heart in the middle. She only wears it when she wants Bakugo to replace it with his hand, which she was sure he would do later.

The group looks at each others outfits, gushing on how ridiculously good they looked. After a very long photo shoot, the group locks up the apartment and heads out. They meet up at the club, excited to get the night started. They are (not surprisingly) the first ones to make it. They stand around, waiting to hear from their significant other’s and Kirishima. Denki, Bakugo and Kirishima show up next, Denki walking up dressed from head to toe in black, a silver chain on his belt loops and black and silver jewelry complimenting his outfit. Kirishima has on red cargo shorts, a white t shirt on with a windbreaker jacket that says “Riot” in red letters on the back. Bakugo is in black jeans with an orange tee shirt, with orange converse to match and a black blazer. He, for once, slicked his hair back and hot DAMN he looked good to Evie. Cal and Evie couldn’t help but gawk over their men as Aizawa finally made his way to the group. Aizawa is dressed in a grey v neck t-shirt, skinny jeans, a loose fitting leather jacket with his scarf covering his neck as it always does. His hair is half up in a bun on the back of his head. He probably looks the most comfortable than every one in the group.

They gather in their group, Denki pulling Cal closer as he looks her up and down. Bakugo smirks as he watches Evie approach him, eyeing her figure. “You... you are SO lucky we didn’t get ready at the same place.” He growls as he throws an arm over her. “We would’ve never made it to this damn club.” He finishes, hearing Denki and Kirishima laugh in agreement. “I wouldn’t have heard the end of it.” Kiri says under his breath. They laugh and enter the club.

After a few drinks, dedicating drinks to their accomplishments ranging from graduating college and getting their own places, to them just being happy they were all finally getting to hang out. Feeling the light buzz, Evie urges Bakugo to go out and dance with her. He complains, although in actuality, she knew he loved to dance with her, able to show the girl he was with.

Cal and Denki were laughing and talking amongst themselves for a bit before finally heading out to the dance floor. Lets be honest, they were only a few drinks away from starting their dance battles, and everyone for once was ready for it.

Aizawa and Nina stood close together, Nina dancing to the music while Aizawa watched, almost entranced by her movements. God, the way he looked at her, the way he undressed her with his eyes. Anyone who’d watched them grew jealous of the love they had for each other. Every so often, he would pull them in and says something that would physically cause Nina to shudder. It always entertained Evie. She’d always laugh watching the way just words would make Nina squirm.

Evie looked up at Bakugo, urging him again. He laughed and nodded over to Kiri, inviting him to dance with them. Many people questioned the relationship they shared, were they all in some kind of relationship? Was it just as simple as Bakugo and Evie were just comfortable with Kiri? Pretty much. Nither Evie nor Bakugo saw Kiri in that way, and Kiri just really loved to dance.

The trio makes their way to the dance floor as the music bumped through the speakers. Evie let the music take over, feeling Bakugo behind her, molding to her body with ease. Kiri does the same, only in front. Nina had stopped dancing for a sec to watch her friends dance, and smirked at the three. They knew Bakugo wouldn’t hold his composure long, and would claim Evie in about a song or two.

The song Goodies bumped through the speakers, with it being Evie’s favorite song, she danced harder feeling the boys match her tempo. Every so often, because Bakugo couldn’t make his mind up about how comfortable he was with Evie facing either towards or away from him, he would turn her. She laughed, feeling the drinks work their way into her system, giving her a good feeling.

The song Me&U begins to bump through the speakers. Evie starts to sing the lyrics, the front of her body facing Kiri. Kiri begins to sing as well, looking Evie in the eyes while doing so. Bakugo takes notice, and whips her around, glaring at Kiri from over Evie. She laughs, noticing Kiri pick up his hands in apology and decides that’s the time for him to go find another dance partner. Evie grabs Bakugo by his cheeks, forcing him to look at her as they grind. For a while, it feels like they’re the only two in the room.

Sweat drips, their bodies bumping to the sound of the base. Evie smiles up at Bakugo and kisses him. Then, she jumps, feeling a cold, wet feeling run down her back. She whips around, seeing Ururaka looking her up and down smirking. “Oops, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” She says smugly in a monotone voice over the music. Ururaka then turns her attention to Bakugo, her smile turning sweet. “Hey, Kachan, how are you?” She says, taking a step closer to him almost pushing Evie out of the way. Evie looks to her left, seeing Nina already making their way to her with Cal close behind, a worried Denki behind them and Aizawa looking from the distance. “Don’t fucking call me that, one. And two we’re in the middle of something, so if you could, you know, fuck off that’d be great.” Bakugo says, bumping her shoulder and returning to Evie.

“Oh, you’d rather be with that? HA, okay.” Ururaka says, scoffing as she looks at the couple. “Listen here you broke ass bit-” Cal starts, ready to lunge at her. Nina stops her for a second, looking Ururaka up and down before speaking. “Is there a problem?” they ask. “Oh, can’t fight your own fights?” Ururaka says, turning her attention back to Evie. “Oh, I can fucking fight alright.” Evie says, rolling up her sleeves and removing her earrings. “Hold these baby please.” She says, handing them to Bakugo who takes them and places them in his pocket, taking a step back to watch Evie do what she did best. “Oh you got the wrong bitch” Nina says, cracking their knuckles.

Ururaka pushes Evie. She stumbles lightly, and recovers quickly. Ururaka looks at her in confusion. She’s...not floating. Evie looks over to a golden eyed, floating haired Aizawa, who’d activated his quirk, disabling Ururaka’s. Evie smirked, returning her attention to Ururaka who was already on the floor due to Nina using her chains to restrain her, and Cal straight out kicking her on the ground. She laughed, bending down as Cal got in another kick. No one around noticed, nor cared about what was happening to Ururaka.

“Oh honey, you should’ve known better.” Evie says in the sweetest way possible as she stands and gets her kick in. Nina unrestrains her and they step over her, turning to return to Aizawa when Ururaka gets up, grabs Nina by the shoulder and throws a punch. Before the punch even makes contact, Cal jumps on her, throwing punches as Ururaka turns her attention to her. Somehow, she manages to get a hold of Cal’s sprout on her head, making her even more mad. Evie grabs Ururaka by the hair, pulling her off of Cal and punching her a couple times before Bakugo steps in. He grabs Evie, stopping her from injuring her anymore. “It’s not worth it, babe.” He says, attempting to calm her down.

“She isnt worth it!” Ururaka screams, getting up because this girl STILL hadn't had enough. Nina uses her chains to grab Ururaka, throwing her to the ground and planting a platformed boot on her chest. They lean in real close, speaking loud enough for her to hear. “Listen here, bitch. YOU, are a piece of shit, and if we EVER see you trying it again, it’s on site.” They say before getting up. Cal walks up, kicking her down as she tries to sit up. “Oh, the 99 cent store called, they want their dress back.” Cal says, spitting on her before leaving as well. Evie calms herself enough for Bakugo to let her go, and they turn back once more before laughing and walking off.

Before any kind of authorities are called, the group leaves the club, making their way to their favorite after club place, a 24/7 boba tea place just down the street from the club, They order drinks, and all make another toast to a great night. “I’ve really been wanting to do that shit since the situation.” Cal says, beaming. “Same” Nina says, clinking cups and laughing. Bakugo walks over to the table, with drinks in one hand and his phone in the other. The fact they’d forgotten Kiri was fucking hilarious to him. Kiri slams through the door, asking about what’d happened. He was SO upset he’d missed it.

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splendorten · 5 years

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Trigger

Paring : Ten X Reader

Genre : Mafia! AU, Slight Fluff, Slight Angst

Warnings : Mention of; death, smoking, shooting, slightly suggestive content

Summary: Things went down after you had a bad day

Word Count: 2,189

You took a long draw from the cigarette that was wedged between your lips, the toxic gas drying out your throat as it traveled down into your lungs. You reveled in the bitterness of it before exhaling it back out and creating a screen of smoke, blurring your view of the different assortment of alcoholic drinks that lined the shelf of the bar. The booming music that emanated from the speakers reverberated deeply in your chest, chasing away any unwanted thoughts that previously ran through your mind. You were not one for such places, but today was an exception. You desperately needed an escape from the events that had happened throughout the course of the day. Lazily waving the bartender over, you requested a refill, hand gesturing towards the empty lowball cup that sat idle on the counter-top before lighting up your nth cigarette of the night. The anger you felt was still boiling and bubbling deep within the pit of your stomach, and no amount of liquor seem to be able to douse the raging fire inside. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, went wrong.

The first thing you woke up to was a report from one of your men that a major rival group had destroyed and taken over part of your northern territory overnight, killing a few of your people in the process. Next, the 9.8 million arms deal was trashed when you found out that the other party had the audacity to sabotage the exchanged. They had planned to cause an ‘incident’ and run away with the arms without paying. A stupid decision on their part really, anyone and everyone knew not to mess with you or they’ll end up paying a heavy price. Now that foolish group is nothing more than a pile of ashes residing in one of the warehouses near the outskirts of the city. Just when you thought your day couldn’t get worse, you went back to your boyfriend’s office hoping to get a nice cold shower and a good cuddling session with him before meeting up with your own people to discuss the tragedy that occurred the night before. But instead of that, what you were greeted with was the sight of a barely clothed female trying to advance on your boyfriend. Keyword TRYING, but you were too messed up to even care about the situation that was unfolding in front of you, too tired too troubled. Instead of ripping the girl off him and introducing his face to your fist, you turned and left wordlessly. His explanation could wait till later, when you had calmed down enough to actually listen to his explanation. For now, you decided that it would be good if you got some alone time, and that’s how you found yourself drinking and smoking the night away in a club that had terribly remixed EDM music blasting way too loudly for your liking.

Your eyes lazily swept over the dance floor, watching a sea of intoxicated bodies grinding against each other, as you downed the contents in your cup before ordering yet another refill. You were definitely pass your limit but had no plans on stopping anytime soon. Inhale. Exhale. Drink. A cycle that you’ve been repeating for the past hour. You brought the cool glass to your lips, the gold to yellow liquid only managed to graze your lips slightly before a hand shot out from behind you, yanking the cup out of your hands and setting it down on the counter top. Turning around, you glared at whoever dared to disturb you, ready to pounce and kill the poor soul. Instead of seeing a sleazy drankard as you had expected, you found a pair of familiar dark brown orbs staring intently back at you. Emotions of anger, irritation and annoyance with a hint of worry swirled around in them. Ten. This didn’t come as a surprise, after all you did ignore his 27 calls and 50 over messages.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing, hand reaching out for the cup. Once again, it was robbed out of your possession, the culprit downing the contents before throwing it into the sink nearby, causing the glass to shatter, littering the area with tiny diamond like shards. Huffing in exasperation, you took another long draw at the cigarette, and blew the smoke onto the culprit’s face, polluting the air around him. You were well aware of his acute hatred for how petty and childish you got whenever you were trying to pick a fight with him, but nonetheless, you took pleasure in watching the crease on his forehead form as his eyebrows furrowed and jaw muscles twitch, clearly indicating his increasing frustration and thinning patience. Unprepared to face him and his wrath just yet, you swiftly turn your body such that he got a good view of your exposed back. He doesn’t appreciate your choice of wardrobe in his absence, the sight of your perfectly tanned golden skin getting him even more fired up, fueling the growing heat in both his chest and core. His tongue coming out to run along his dry lips as he drinks in the sight of you sitting there being all fiery and delicious. Oh how he wished you were back at the penthouse with him, he would make sure to have his way with you, and the only reason why he would be seeing your back was only if he took you from behind.

In a blink of an eye, he has you pressed flush against his firm chest. One hand snaked around your waist, burning down any escape plans you might have been formulating in your pretty little head, while the other tangled itself in your dark auburn locks. With a slight snap of his wrist, he tugged your head to the side, giving him more access to your delectable skin, his nose trailing a path of feather light touches from your neck down to the base of your shoulder. A shiver went down your spine when you felt his hot breath fan over your exposed skin, you hum in satisfaction and leaned into him. “Let’s go back” he mumbled in between the assault he was doing with those sinful lips. The word ‘back’ only brought you back to the scene where that pathetic woman ran her hands all over YOUR man, and he let her! Snapping out of your hazy trance, you turned around and roughly shoved him away from you, leaving him confused as you storm off towards the back exit.

You didn’t manage to get very far away, not even managing to get a meter away from the club before you felt your body being pushed up against the rough wall. Ten had both his arms planted firmly against the wall, effectively trapping you between the wall and his very distracting body. You looked everywhere and anywhere but his eyes, and it was only then that you realised he was wearing a white body hugging muscle tee under his usual black leather jacket paired with ripped denim jeans. It wasn’t necessarily a flashy outfit but it was one of your favorite. The muscle tee accentuated his chest muscles and lean stomach while the jacket gave him a vicious and dangerous vibe. His already disheveled ash purple hair ruffled messily in the wind, giving him a wild aura. You struggled in his hold as you tried to break free from his grasp, although he may not look like it, the man can actually easily take down 4 grown men on his own. In an attempt to stop you from moving around, he crashed his lips onto yours with so much force that it broke the skin of your lower lip. You could taste the metallic blood as both your tongues fought for dominance. You took this chance to shove him a good distance away from you, while he was lost in ecstasy, and drew your gun out pointing it straight at him. “Go away” you spat out, venom dripping from every word, you could feel your anger starting to rise once more. The heat you felt in your chest intensified with every passing second, the alcohol in your system and intoxicated state only amplifying your emotions and reckless actions.

Not only did Ten’s lack of fear and action not calm you down, it also fueled your next actions, without hesitation, you cock the safety pin of the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet that was sent flying across barely missed his shoulder. Jumping back in shock, he let out a string of curses, both in shock and disbelief. After composing himself, he raised both hands up in front of him to show that he means no harm as he took tentative steps towards you. He knew that you were already tipsy with all that whiskey running through your bloodstream, which meant that if he didn’t deal with you soon, the consequences could be potentially deadly. He can only imagine the things that will happen if he doesn’t, especially with the chain of events that happened today. You tend to get a little crazy when drunk, one of the many reasons why he keeps the cupboard of liquor at home locked up.

“Princess, give me the gun. We can talk things out.”

Despite his soft and alluring voice, which usually calms you down, your grip on the gun tightened as he continued to make his way over to you. It was safe to say that jealousy wasn’t an emotion you felt often, at least not when it comes down to Ten being around other women, you trusted him and up till this point in time he hasn’t done anything to make you doubt or break that trust. So you blame the wretched news and fools for causing you to be extra sensitive today. “Oh now you wanna talk to me? Is that it? Why don’t you go talk to that woman that had her hands all over you.” Ten cock his head sideways trying to figure out what woman you were referring to, and then it hit him. “You saw?” His answer has you throwing your hands up in exasperation, is that the best response he could come up with? You fold your arms across your chest, unintentionally accentuating your curves even more, trying to prove a point to Ten that you weren’t in the mood for his games. Ten cursed for the upteenth time tonight, the article of clothing that you wore, a black spaghetti strapped tank top with a low V-cut, wasn’t very revealing but it didn’t cover much either. He ran his fingers through his devilish hair, sighing at how dense you were despite being one of the most feared mafia leader of your time. You had no clue how much effect you had on him, a tease, and his ultimate distraction.

Your voice brought him back to his senses as you started to go on about how he could’ve just told you that he’s tired of you and wanted fresh meat. His sudden outburst of laughter resonated through the cold and chilly night, shaking his head, he took a step closer and pulled you into his warm embrace. “Princess, you must have impeccable timing to have only enter when that happened, you didn’t stay to watch the rest unfold?” You kept quiet, a signal for him to continue. “I waited to see how far she would go and immediately stopped her when she leaned in for a kiss. She’s new and still doesn’t know the ins and outs of things, but fret not, I’ve had her transfer over to our eastern branch. I promise you have nothing to worry about, these lips won’t ever touch anyone else but you.” A blush crept up your cheeks as you caught onto his hidden meaning in that last sentence.

Exhaustion slowly seeped into your bones, the earlier outburst had drained a fair amount of energy out of you. Ten released you from the hug and moved back just enough so that he could look into those captivating eyes of yours and get lost in them. The thought of replacing you never once crossed his mind. You were too wild too young too reckless, too much like him. How could he let go of the woman who accepted him despite his countless flaws and loved him unconditionally? The one who was broken and damaged but showed more kindness than his own folks ever did to him. Ironic, considering the line of job they were in, but everybody back at the office knew that you wouldn’t hesitate to put your life on the line for them even if they were Ten’s people and not yours.

“I love you…only you” he declared before kissing you once more, this time with more passion than force, more tongue than teeth. “Let’s go home so I can love you properly” Ten said in between kisses, and you hummed in response, as he lifted you up making his way back to the car.

This is going to be a long night.

#wayv ten #nct ten #nct scenarios #ten scenarios #nct #ten #ten x reader #nct x reader #nct fanfic #ten fanfic #wayv scenarios #wayv #wayv x reader #wayv fanfic

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babblingblondegenius · 5 years

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Happy Mancrush Monday!

Last week I did a post for Mancrush Monday that focused on Season 3 Oliver through fashion and Olicity. @xspeedytrashx requested a Mancrush Monday Olicity Edition for all the seasons and I’m easily swayed when it comes to pretty gifs of our favorite hero and his adoration for a babbling blonde I.T. expert. ;)

Today, we’ll go back to the beginning and look at Season 1 Olicity: Our story begins when a billionaire playboy returns from the dead and hoods up as a vigilante at night which causes him to need help with a bullet-ridden laptop. He saunters in, perfect hair, beautiful blue eyes accentuated by his indigo v-neck pullover, expecting to charm the cute and smart I.T. girl into doing his bidding by flashing the patented Oliver Queen smile that works in his favor every time.

Oh, she knows who you are, Mr. Queen. Between her babbling and spot-on b.s. detector, a head tilt later and Oliver is the one who has been charmed smoaked.

Again with the blue bringing out the color of his eyes, Oliver’s gorgeous gaze is focused on another vision in blue who is intently staring...at her tablet. Oliver finally gets her attention with a soft ‘hey’ in what will become his Felicity voice.

A rare instance where Oliver is wearing a bold color while Felicity is in black. Equally as rare is Oliver’s genuine reaction when Felicity lets it slip that she has ‘noticed’ he is very particular about what he puts in his body. #smoakedforlife

Oliver ‘always late for everything’ Queen arrived early to meet Felicity for what I’m sure he thought was a date. Looking cool and casual in a black jacket (even while eagerly waving like a dork lol), he can’t help but smile in her presence.

Completely gratuitous shot of Felicity saving shirtless Oliver’s life. ;)

Figuring out how to get their target over burgers and shakes, Oliver listens to Felicity’s suggestion for using tech to gain intel. Oliver’s dark navy blue sweater highlights the muscles he typically uses to get info but he is willing to try her way.

No Season 1 Olicity list would be complete without the moment we saw Oliver, looking sharp in his white dress shirt and black suit and tie, stunned when he noticed his cute and quirky I.T. girl had transformed into a golden goddess.

Sexy in a simple grey v-neck and perfect scruff, he is sitting in his favorite spot next to his brilliant and beautiful teammate and hanging on her every word.

Wearing a similar outfit to what he wore in the BBB scene, Oliver rushes to untie Felicity after the Huntress (or as I like to call her, Oliver’s psycho ex-girlfriend lol) paid her a visit. Oliver immediately goes into protective hubby mode and almost stabs Dig when he walks in. Then Oliver goes after Helena for messing with bae.

The future Mrs. Queen checking out the goods. Yep, that fine specimen will do nicely as a hubby and baby daddy. Also, we must discuss how unsubtle he is with his choice of workout spots. This was a (sub?) conscious campaign to be her future husband and the father of her children. (Hey, it worked!) ;)

Soft smile and crisp white dress shirt (with the sleeves rolled up to reveal those muscular forearms...ahem), Oliver gently grasps her shoulder and sincerely lets Felicity know she can always tell him about her day. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Oh look, Oliver is again in his favorite spot right next to his I.T. girl wearing the same grey v-neck shirt as the last time. He is a creature of habit lol. One of his more endearing habits is remembering absolutely everything related to Felicity Megan Smoak, including exactly when they met. Oliver has to laugh because at this point only he knows that he even remembers the color of the pen she had in her mouth. ‘It was red.’ Indeed it was, Mr. Queen. Amazing coincidence and awesome foreshadowing that the back of Felicity’s sweater says ‘Queen.’

Oliver wearing his urban camouflage black leather jacket, trying his best to focus on the mission while Felicity is whispering accidental innuendos in his ear.

What Oliver said: ‘This is Felicity. She’s my friend.’ What Oliver was thinking: ‘This is Felicity. She’s my friend........but I think I might like her as more than a friend. She’s really smart and pretty and thoughtful. I kept coming up with dumb reasons to get her to help me and I practically begged her to join my crusade and I hope she stays even though we found Walter. Cause I don’t know what I would do without her and I like having her close. Sometimes I even touch her shoulder but look, I've evolved to touching her back and it’s amazing. I can’t wait to touch the actual skin of her back when we make love for the first time (it’s okay, I’ll wait while everyone goes to re-watch the 3x20 scene) ;) Hey Mom, that big ass diamond ring you have would look really good on her finger. Keep it shiny and polished for when I stop being a big dumb pine tree and wife her up.’

Is it any wonder that Felicity was imagining him in ‘very platonic circumstances’ when Oliver keeps wearing this blue button up with top button unbuttoned and has now paired it with a suit sans tie? He also had just lifted her straight up out of the elevator with one hand, shot his crossbow into the wall perfectly, and said ‘hold on to me tight’ in his Felicity voice. Give a girl a break with all the hotness. Or don’t. Go ahead and give her that look that is just smoldering with UST.

Oliver in a simple grey tee being equal parts concerned and aroused that Felicity is going to stay in the bunker and see the mission through because it’s her life and her choice. Oliver’s ardent admiration of her bravery is always at odds with his overwhelming need to keep her safe and that is still true 7 years later. <3

Lots of hugs and appreciation for all of the gifmakers! Gif credit for 1x14 and 1x21 scenes goes to fanforum.com :)

#they were meant to be #and they deserve to be happy #olicity #adorable idiots in love #oliver queen #mancrushmonday #mancrusheveryday

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my-proof-is-you · 6 years

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I Hate You, I Love You - Ch. 4

Summary: It had been over a year since you had hunted with the Winchester brothers. You had felt you couldn’t hide your feelings anymore, so you left. While you were gone, life had been anything but good. When you meet up with the brothers again, you can’t resist staying with them. But your feelings for Dean are far from gone, and you’re afraid the pattern will remain the same. Can you hide what happened to you last year from the boys, or will the past come back to haunt you?

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-Con, mentions of graphic violence, torture

**I do not own the gifs or pics

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Dean

Dean stood in the kitchen, waiting for you and Sam so you could go to the bar. He definitely needed a stiff one after the day he had.

“Come on, girls, let’s go!” He yelled down the hall. Sam came out of his room, his eyes narrowed at Dean for his comment.

“Be out in a sec!” You yelled from your room.

“You’re nice and cleaned up,” Sam said, surprised.

“Don’t be so surprised. I gotta catch some tail tonight, so I pulled out all the stops,” Dean replied. He was dressed in a black v-neck tee shirt and jeans with a black leather motorcycle jacket. He knew it looked good, cause it always helped him pick a lady up at the bar. He put on his shades for effect.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. After a moment his face lit up with a big smile, and Dean followed his gaze behind him to the hall where you had just appeared.

Holy shit.

Dean gaped at you. You looked incredible. And sexy...and beautiful.

“You guys ready?” You asked.

You

You felt your insides light up a bit at the look Dean was giving you.

I guess he likes my outfit.

You had chosen to wear something you knew made you look good. You told yourself earlier that you were going to have fun tonight, and you had meant it. You had put on a pair of tight black skinny jeans that accentuated your curves in all the right places. You had a flowy white tee shirt (that was cut just low enough to be tempting, but not slutty) on with a black leather jacket over it and some long necklaces to accessorize. Your Y/H/C hair was flowing down your shoulders in loose waves, and you had the perfect smoky eye that made your Y/E/C eyes stand out boldly.

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” Sam said with a big smile. He walked toward you and gave you a light kiss on the head before heading to the garage. Dean continued to stare, not saying anything.

“Uh...you ready to go?” You asked, a small smirk on your face.

Dean shook his head as if to clear it. “Uh, y-yeah. You...you look...amazing, by the way.” His green eyes glistened and little lines appeared around his eyes as he said it.

“You look pretty good yourself,” you said, giving him a small look up and down. With a wink, you turned on your heel and headed for the garage. You were happy you looked good, but tried to remind yourself that you didn’t do it for Dean.

When you got to the bar, you told Dean to order you a whiskey neat so you could go start hustling pool. He quirked an eyebrow up at your order.

“What?”

“Whiskey neat? You?” He asked incredulously.

“Yeah, so what?”

He leaned back against the bar, crossing his arms. “I seem to remember many times at the bar with you only ordering drinks that had ten tons of grenadine and vodka in them.”

It was true; in the past you would only order “girly” drinks. When you were apart from the boys, though, you had found that you wanted to feel the alcohol quick most of the time. So you made the switch, and you hadn’t gone back.

You shrugged. “Things change.” With that, you turned and walked determinedly to the pool table, striking up a conversation with the men gathered there. You could almost feel Dean’s eyes burning a hole in the back of your head.

Dean brought your drink over, but continued to watch from a distance while chatting up some girl. You ignored the pang of jealousy you felt and continued on with your game. You had finished the first round, and now you were about to kick their butts.

You were leaning over to make your first shot when you felt someone leaning over behind you, his beer-soaked breath close to your ear.

“Here, sweetheart, let me help you,” the man said as he guided your cue and and placed his other hand on your ass. You felt panic rise up in you. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle this dick...it was the familiarity of the situation that bothered you.

You stood up and looked past the man to see Dean standing up straight, as if ready to attack. A look to your left showed you that Sam was doing the same thing. You gave them each a wink, feeling more confident when you realized you had backup.

“Why don’t you let me try this one on my own, sweetheart?” You said in a sickly sweet voice. The older—and ugly—man smirked a little and licked his lips. You leaned back down and took your shot, sinking two balls at once. When you stood back up, the man looked flabbergasted.

“Hmm. Looks like I’m good without any help. Thanks for the offer, though.” You walked a little closer to him, so only he could hear you. “And if you touch my ass again, I’ll stick this pool cue so far up your ass that no one will ever see it again.”

With that you turned toward the bar, taking your empty glass for a refill. Dean gave you a small smirk as you passed by before returning to the blonde he was talking to.

Not gonna let the blonde bother me. I’m here to have fun.

After a few hours, you were up $400 and fairly tipsy. Sam and Dean had found girls to talk to most of the night (Dean still flirting with the blonde), and you were pretty sure they were going to be going home with them. Not wanting to cramp their style, you decided to sneak out and take a cab back to the bunker alone.

You made it out of the building and around the corner before you felt a forceful pair of hands push you into the alleyway.

“What the fuck? Get your hands off me!” You yelled. Before you could defend yourself, the man that grabbed your ass at the pool table earlier had given you a swift kick to the ribs, making you double over in pain. He reached forward and grabbed you by your hair, wrenching your head backward so your eyes were on him.

“No one fucking talks to me that way and gets away with it,” he breathed drunkenly at you. He pulled you back even further by the hair till you stumbled and fell. He began kicking you wherever he could, including your face. You continued to try to get up, but every time you did he kicked you back down. You felt yourself on the brink of losing consciousness before the kicks finally stopped.

“I’ll show you what you get for talking to me like that.” He was on top of you now, not even needing to hold you down as he unbuckled his jeans. Your brain was screaming for him to stop, but you could barely breathe as it was.

Just as he was reaching to undo your jeans, you felt his weight lifted off of you, followed by the sound of punches and bones cracking. You opened your swollen eyes as much as you could and saw that Sam and Dean were beating the shit out of the man.

Dean was really laying into him, and eventually Sam had to stop him, or surely he would have killed him. When the man was lying in a heap on the ground, the boys came back to your side.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! If I knew you were leaving I would have come with you!” Sam said.

You looked up at the two pairs of Winchester eyes, unable to speak due to the sheer panic you were feeling. As you stared at them, your eyelids began to droop, and you let yourself succumb to unconsciousness to avoid the way you were feeling.

#SPN #spn fanfic #spn imagine #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #dean winchester #dean winchester/reader #sam winchester/reader #Sam Winchester #angst #fluff #fanfic

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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WARNING THE CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE

It was Thursday morning, ten am actually, and we rehearsing for tomorrow night’s performance for Santino’s with Gabi, Demi and Jazz. I wore red leggings, a black Michael Jackson’s Thriller band tee with a pair of red and white nikes to relax my feet after practicing in heels all week. Amir was hanging on the wall on his phone, messaging with FLO Records about the details about AC Records. We were practicing “Jungle” when Charlie came in. She had on a short black skater dress, a pair of high tops Vans with her curls tucked behind her ears under a black beanie. Amir looked her way and began to talk.

“Hey, Charlie. What’s up?”

“Hello, Mr. Carter. I am here because I know that Ms. Mitchellson needed help to find some attire for tomorrow and Saturday’s night performance.”

I walked over. “Yeah, I actually was. Cassidy said you knew how to handle it.”

“That’s why I’m here”, she said with a wink and scrolling through her iPad. “So, tonight’s look we are going for is all about being a boss. We want people to take you as a serious artist as you are now. Hardworking, dedicated and ambitious. So, I put the most perfect look together for such a great artist. I also decided to get a look for Mr. Carter as well.” Amir looked confused and asked “why me? I’m not performing, Charlie?” Charlie smiled “yes, but according to my thorough research, in only a month you’ll will be managing your own successful record company. Not only that, but you are also one of the best new music producers to artists like Synclaire Kyle of Bronx, NY. She is a huge success because of you.” I nudged his arm and he smiled at me. He said, with his arms around me, “so what did you have in mind then, Charlie.” She scrolled through and showed us.

“Ms. Mitchellson, you will be in this super sleek business woman short bodysuit with classic plaid stripes, a leather five heel pump and a necklace set, five layered with a gold hoop and gold rings. Bonnie is still situating your make up and hair look.” I looked over the outfit and it was actually really cute. “Looks like something I would wear all the time. It’s really good, Charlie.” She smiled and thanked me.

“And Mr. Carter, you will be in matching suit with Veronica here. Exact print, dark red tie with matching handkerchief, plaid vest, white dress short, gold cuff links and watch, gold studs, and a black leather dress shoe. Since, it look like you already got a hair cut, you look good for this weekend.” Amir cover his mouth with his fist and said “damn, that’s a bad suit, Charlie. Good job.”

“Thank you. That’s what I get paid for. Now, Gabi, Demi and Jazz will all be in black mid length dresses, hair up in a ponytail and black heels. I will be coming by with your attire, Mr. Carter and Ms. Mitchellson around five o’clock and I will be with Bonnie as well. Be showered and ready by then. See you guys later.” With that she left.

AMIR

After rehearsal, my baby and I decided to go ahead and hit up Checker’s. After we ate, we sat in my truck watching the rain drop down the window shield. “So, I talked to Monte at FLO. Looks like they throwing a huge party down here for my 28th next month and for AC Records. My artist, Synclaire will be performing down here.” She said “I love Synclaire. She is really talented. My favorite track is ‘1991′. When I heard that beat the first time, I was like ‘daaaamn’. Amari was playing it her car when I first heard about her. Doesn’t Synclaire have like a few nicknames or something like that?” I nodded “yeah, when she first came to the label, she was originally ‘Syn City’ which was the name on her first album but she is basically known as the ‘Bronx Baby Girl’.” V smiled and said “oh, yeah. Didn’t she get signed when she was like 18.?” I nodded.

“We found her at an underground club in New Jersey called ‘Njay’s’. I actually got her on and did her beats since then.”

“Oh shit. So you did the one for ‘1991′ then?”

“Sure did, first beat I did forher .”

V looked at me amazed and said “so, the event...is it casual or formal.?” I looked at her then up and down her frame. “Who said YOU was getting an invite.?” I crossed my arms and she looked at me like:

“Excuse me?” I chuckled and move my arm rest out the way to grab her in my arms. “I messing with you, V. Honestly, everyone might be all dressed up but don’t worry. I know ya girl, Charlie gonna have us covered. But honestly, you can go naked and still look good.” She laughed with her back on my chest. “Really? You want other guys to see me naked?” I thought about it and with a straight face said “yeah. Never mind. I don’t wanna kill no nigga on my special night.” We both laughed and chilled some more watching the rain get lighter. My arms were around her and head on my chest. She rubbed the outside of my hand and got more comfortable. I can possible stay like that for so long and not give a damn.

We got back to our place to shower together and ready for Charlie and Bonnie to come; sure enough they pulled up as soon as we got out. V went out in a huge shirt and opened the door. I can hear their voices from our bedroom. “Hey, girls. Did you get here okay in the rain?” Bonnie said “yes, geez it is pouring so hard. But we made it alright.?” I heard heels clicking and the voices went to the island of the kitchen. “So, I have your stuff here and Bonnie will get started on your hair”, Charlie said.

“Okay, I washed my hair and everything to make it easy for you, Bonnie.”

“Thank you so much. Do you know how hard and consuming it is to do one’s hair when it is not prepared? Hours on in. But that’s just the life I have.”

I threw on a wife beater and my grey sweats to walked and chill with them for awhile. “Hey, y’all.” Charlie said “hello, Mr. Carter. Here is your outfit for the night. Everything you need is there.”

“Coo, when should I get ready?”

“Whenever is fine but probably safe to wait until Ms. Mitchellson’s make up is done.”

VERONICA

I sat in the chair at the island, waiting for Bonnie. She wrapped a cape around my neck as The Weeknd played in the background, running her hands in my hair. “Okay, Veronica. You have beautiful hair. Long, thick and full. Have you ever put heat in your hair.?”

“Hm, not since prom.”

She nodded and said “that’s fine. For tonight’s look, you will be rockin’ bone straight hair with a middle part. You also need a trim, about two inches. We want you hair to keep growing. For your make up, we are gonna do a dark eye and a bold red lip. Lets get started.” She started to sections my hair and ran the iron slowly through about 3-4 times on each row. Amir sat at the dining room table on his Mac Book and watched with a smile every once in a while. Charlie started to paint my nails a super dark black and placing my rings on after they dried.The heat of the flat iron kissed the nape of my neck. A hour and thirty minutes later, she began to trim the ends and I watched as the pieces fell to the ground. Bonnie stood in front to perfect my part.

“Girl, you got the magic touch”, Charlie said as she smiled with her hands in the mom jeans she wore. “Thank you” Bonnie said as she started to run a comb through my hair and spray a little hair spritz on. When she stood to the side, I had a clear view of Amir. He stood with his Mac Book under his arm closed and a look that I saw a look that I loved on his face; shock. “Whoa, Bonnie you did a- uh- a great job”, he said has he slowly walked to stand in front of me. I looked at him as he reached his hand under my chin. “You look good, baby.” He grabbed kissed the side of my temple and caressed my chin. He stood up straight and grabbed his bag. “If you ladies need me, I’ll be gettin’ ready.” He winked at me and went to the back. Bonnie and Charlie both looked at me, giving big smiles. “They don’t make men like that no more”, Bonnie said and we all nodded in agreement. “Let’s get this face beat.”

AN HOUR LATER..

AMIR

I was dressed in every thing but my coat and bored outta my mind so I decided to go to the studio and play around until they was ready. I sat at the piano and began playing the familiar sound that was close to my heart. I closed my eyes as I felt every key hit my fingertips. I started to think about Veronica, just starting to say stuff to myself. “It's the sunrise. And those brown eyes yes. You're the one that I desire. When we wake up. And then we make love. It makes me feel so nice.” I smiled the kept going as I felt the flow of it. “You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert. You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts. You're the sunshine on my life.” I opened my eyes while I continued and looked to the left to see Bonnie. “That’s beautiful, Amir.”

I stood and straightened out my clothes. “Thank you, Bonnie. Is she ready?” She nodded and I followed behind to see Veronica. She looked amazin’. Her outfit fit her well, legs looked good enough to eat and her face was incredible but honestly I liked how she looked always. Charlie was finishing it up and talking to V. “So, then I just decided to do track. Running up and down that court was no joke.” V gave that warm smiling after her story to Charlie. Charlie laughed and said “giiirl, who you tellin’? You just got be like ‘nah, I’m good.’ “ They both laughed then she saw me with my hands in my pockets. “Hi, Amir.”

“Hey, V.” We both smiled at each other. “Good job, Charlie. We do look good” I said as I walked up to them with Bonnie following behind. “Thank you, Mr. Carter. Well, we will meet you both at Cassidy’s studio tomorrow at practice to discuss what I have in mind for tomorrow night. Good luck tonight, Ms. Mitchellson. We won’t be able to attend because we need all the sleep we can tonight.” With that, they left with their stuff, V locked the door and looked back at me.

“You ready, baby”, she asked while holding her hand out. I put my jacket, helped her in a trench coat, grabbed an umbrella before stepping out side; I had the umbrella over her head and mine as we got to the car. We soon arrived and our families were there; waiting. Teresa looked at us and said “well, look at tis. Lookin’ good.” She kissed our cheeks and Ahmad shook my hand. “Y’all good man. That’s a bad ass suit, dawg.” V smiled and said “well. I gotta get backstage to get ready. I’ll see y’all afterwards.” She kissed my cheek and made her way back.

VERONICA

I made my way back and felt something grab my hand; it was Brandon. He was dressed in an all black suit looking like he was getting ready for a funeral. “Brandon, what are you doin’ here?” He looked me in the eyes. “I actually heard about you being here. One of the younger kids on my campaign was talking about it and I overheard.” I held my head up and said “well enjoy the show then” but before I can get away from him, his grip got tighter.

“I miss you, Veronica. I miss- I miss us.”

“Well, keep missin’ us den. I already forgave you a couple weeks ago back at the church. So let me go if you wanna walk away alive.”

He got closer and I felt my other fist ball up; I can smell that hot scent of gin on his breath. “Veronica, was that a threat?” I yanked my arm and pushed him. I heard Gabi comin’ down the hall as I walked away towards her. She had a big smile until she saw me marching to her. “Hi, V. I was just lookin’ for you. Are you okay? What’s going on?” I looked behind me and he was gone; I looked back at Gabi who had worried eyes as I smiled to calm her down. “I’m fine, G. Let’s go get ready. You look good by the way, girl.” We turned the corner but I kept my eyes behind us.

The announcer stood on stage to introduce us. “Hello, every one and good evening. Welcome to Santino’s. Tonight, we have a special treat. She was actually here last Friday night, the friday before that and by popular demand, she is back. Welcome, Veronica Mitchellson.” The girls took their places and I walked on stage as people cheered me on. I shook the announcer’s hand before she left. “Good evening, everyone. Are y’all ready?” Everyone cheered, I looked to Amir when he gave me wink and clap then I looked to the front row and saw Brandon. I put on my poker face as the MC played “Jungle”. My hips swayed side to side as I began.

“These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change are the reasons you love me Listen, you can hear them calling my name I'm all over the place, I can't sit in one place I'm not ashamed at all Still findin' myself, let alone a soulmate, I'm just sayin' Feel like we one in the same, our relationship changed That or it never existed Whenever they say somethin' bout us you listen But fuck what they talkin' about on your timeline That's cuttin' all into my time with you Forget what they talkin' about on your timeline, yeah Cause that's cuttin' all into my time with you My time with you, my”

I looked towards my group and they were all dancing with their significant others even Jerry and... Dena. Ok, I need some details on that. I thought to myself as I smiled and gave them a thumbs up.

“He said you're my everything I love you through everything, I done did everything to him He forgave me for everything, this a forever thing Hate that I treat it like it's a whatever thing Trust me, boy, this shit is everything to me He from the jungle, he from the jungle I take somebody else's car, drive there undercover This shit is everything to me, this here is everything Don't know where we stand, I used to hit you 'bout everything Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? If I need to talk are you around? Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down for the cause? You still down? You still down? You still down?”

I looked into the rest of the audience and they were loving it. I was so happy until I saw Brandon watching with hunger eyes and sipping from his cup. My poker face came back and I slowly close eyes and opened towards Amir.

“These days these new girls, they got me nervous They go to school and do bottle service They can't decide, they keep switching majors Being indecisive makes me anxious Call your number and it's out of service Who can I call for your information? What am I supposed to do after we done everything that we've done? Who is your replacement? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good?

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you Rock, rock.”

Every member of the audience cheered and the MC started to play “Every Kind of Way.” Now, this song is dedicated to an incredible man in my life.” I looked to Brandon then at Amir with my hand towards him. “Mr. Amir Carter.” OOO, girl you petttttyyyy.

“Baby, the sound of you Better than a harmony I want you off my mind And on me Holding me closer than we've ever been before This ain't a dream You're here with me Boy, it don't get no better than you For you, I wanna take my time All night.”

All the men in our group was shaking his shoulders as they were chuckling. When the were done, he shrugged towards me and laugh.

“Give you all, give you all of me When you need it 'Cause I need it I wanna fall like your favorite season I'll never get up Stay here forever, babe It don't get no better than this Your kiss

I wanna love you in every kind of way I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today I'm gonna love you in every kind of way I wanna love you in every kind of way I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today I'm gonna love you in every kind of way

I wanna love you I gotta love you I wanna love you I gotta love you”

I looked at my girls and they all smiled waiting for the cue for the next song. I looked at Amir and smiled then my eyes fell on Brandon. Seeing his smugness, made my skin move and blood boil. I took a deep breath as I looked to Amir then at him again.

AMIR

Her eyes were throwing daggers at someone but standing in the back I couldn’t see who it was.”This song is for the ones who thought they were the ones playin’ the mind games but guess what.” The MC started playing the beat her new track ‘2′; another song she had freestyle.

“It's cool It's really never been that deep Wasn’t thinking about you 'Cause you didn’t give a fuck about me

Thought I was up in my room Crying myself to sleep I was with a better you While you were busy playing me

I was playing you too I was playing you too”

She was walking across the stage with just the mic, no stand and singing with a certain attitude. Her eyes keep falling to the her left side. I walked to the bar which was on my right to get a better view. She bent at her knees, looking at everyone at that side.

“Thought I wouldn't find out Thought I didn’t know how to play the game Could’ve screamed at you for hours Instead I was screaming somebody else’s name

There were no rules Now I can do whatever I want I can never lose So it’s funny how you thought you won

But I was playing you too I was playing you too I was playing you too I was playing you too”

As soon as the song ended, I looked straight into his soul as he got up and walked out; Brandon was testing my kindness. She bowed with the girls and left to the back. I walked up behind her and she swung around scared. “V, it’s just me. Did he try talkin’ to you?” She nodded and said “yeah. Said he missed us but I promise I didn't’ acknowledge him.” I rubbed her shoulder and said “did he touch you?” She was quiet until she pointed to her wrist. I told her “get your coat” and once she came back we made our way back to the car across the street in the parking garage. Luckily, the rain had let up, stopping completely. Bipolar ass weather. We reached the car, I helped her in until I heard Ahmad and Aaron. “What the fuck you doing here?!”

I saw Brandon standing behind our car. She looked up at me, I threw my coat in her lap, kissed her and said “stay in here”. I closed her door and put my hand in my pockets on my way to Brandon. “You are really testing my patience, nigga. What you want?” He looked at me and said “I want Veronica back.” Amari said “my sister isn’t going in anywhere with you, batty man.” Amaya said “leave her alone.” Brandon said “aye light skin, tell these dumb bitches to shut up.” I can see Rock’s face turned dark red as he yelled “what the fuck you said you bitch ass nigga?!” Amaya had to hold him back. “Don’t trip, babe. He got it.” I looked at Rock and nodded then at Amari then asked “is V still in the car?” Brianna said “yes, I’m watching her”; good thing our folks were gone.

“V, ain’t going no where especially with you. She happy and got some shit going for her self and don’t need no pussy ass nigga in her life. Don’t make my south side come out.” He looked me up and down saying “so, I noticed you two matched tonight. How cute. Does that mean y’all fucking now.” I chuckled and said “unlike you, patna. I’m a gentleman and I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Well, don’t forget. I hit it first.”

“First of all, you ‘hit it first’ by force and second, the first ain’t always the best.”

I got closer to his face until I heard a car door open and arms wrapping around my stomach. “I told you to stay in the car, babe.” Her heels began clicking against the pavement as she stood in front of me with her hand on my back. “I know. I’m a Taurus, remember? We stubborn.” That made me grin but I wasn’t letting my eyes off him. She said “come on, Amir. It ain’t worth it.” I looked down at her as I rubbed her back. Jerry with Dena in his arms said “come on, y’all. This nigga mad ‘cause he losing the polls. Let’s get up outta here and get some food. I’m starving like Marvin”. We all chuckled like Brandon wasn’t even there anymore. As we were about to get in the car, he said with a slight grin:

“So, how much for the night?” V and I stopped and looked at each other like:

I looked at her and asked “what the fuck did he just say?” We both closed our doors at the same time and walked back to stand directly in front of him with our hands together. “What the fuck you just say, bitch?” I asked and saw him reach his hand out towards V. “How much for a night? I wanna hear her scream and watch her cry again.” He dug in his pocket and counted “One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Five dollars for the night.” He threw the money in her face but she didn’t flinch; she just let my hand go. I can feel my blood boil and I wanted to end this nigga’s life. I looked down at her but her eyes were still on him, talking to me. “Amir, don’t be too rough, baby.” With that, I punched the nigga dead in his jaw; spit and blood flying. I mean, I was giving it to this nigga. He got up trying to swing but I ain’t having that. I heard foot steps but V said “nah, y’all! He got it.”

I was punching this nigga out on the concrete while holding onto the collar of his shirt. I was about to get one more punch in until I saw V’s hand on mine. “That’s enough, Amir.” I dropped him on his knees and saw the swelling on his face appear. I stood up straight and straightened my suit out. I took her hand in my mine until she turned back to Brandon watching him get up. Before he did though, she gave him a nice right hook to his jaw and he fell again. She knelt down over his body. “That was for calling my sisters dumb bitches, wasteman.” She stood up straight and said “Ahmad do me a favor and call your boys at the police station. Tell them that this man was attacking an innocent woman but she got away after she protected herself. If they need me, give them my number.” He nodded and pulled out his phone.

We all got in our rides and met up at a nearby dinner for some late night food. She sat next to me and asked the waitress for two ziploc baggies of ice. She did so and when the waitress came back, V took the bags as she thanked her, flattened my hands out on the table and placed the bags on them. “Y’know, Amir. We could've walked away but he did had it coming. Thank you, baby.” She kissed my cheek and held my straw to my mouth so I can drink my soda. “You’re welcome, V. You know I got your back.” I kissed her on the lips and she lied her head on my shoulder while we watched people eat.

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cocojimin · 6 years

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Closing Shift

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“Hey Y/N,I’m gonna need you to close up today. Wendy had to call off.” Your boss gave you a sympathetic smile as you carried on organizing the countless racks of garments.

You worked in a modern and stylish store,and it was very popular. With the popularity came the busy atmosphere,getting hundreds of customers every hour on the hour.

Since multiple celebrities were seen with pieces from the store,the business rocketed. It took some time getting used to,but now you were pretty much immune to the constant throng of people and the occasional celebrity.

Closing was the most frequented by more famous people so they would have the store virtually to themselves. You hated closing,it was always a hassle to organize the clothes that some disrespectful patrons would just leave everywhere.

Today was no exception.

Just as you were busying yourself with yet another rack,you heard the the jingle of the door opening,followed by the monotone beep.

You sighed and dropped your shoulders with a hefty breath,making your way to the doorway of the store. Looking up you saw 4 gorgeously tall men surveying the clean and open section,laughing and holding garments up to themselves.

“Hello,I’m Y/N do you guys need any help tonight?” You spoke,voice full of confidence and stance meaning business as the lanky blonde man shot you a smile.

“Uh,Yeah we have a big party we’re going to tomorrow and need some nice outfits.” He scratched the back of his neck and waited timidly for a reply,switching his weight on his other foot.

You simply nodded and asked for his name to which he said Luke. Suddenly,the pieces started to click together and you noticed that this was the band 5 Seconds Of Summer standing in front of you.

Before you could say anything to him,Calum peeked from behind his band mates wide back and smiled down at you.

“Hi I’m Calum,are you gonna be styling us?” The pit in your stomach erupted into butterflies as he extended his golden and tattoo covered arm,prompting you to shake his hand.

“I’m Y/N and yes,we can start one by one. Is that okay guys?” Your tone of seriousness made Michael and Ashton’s heads shoot up from where they were playing around,seeing as you indeed took your job seriously.

You led the four boy into the private back room and your co-worker Dallon gave them the ‘Celebrity treatment’,which was champagne,the television,and a selection of nice hors d’oeuvres. The first person you decided to crack down on was Luke Hemmings.

Standing at 6’2 (at best),he had a wide upper body with a skinner lower body. You scanned his outfit,grasping his sense of style and working your way to elevate it.

“You look like you’re good at what you do,Y/N” He said,watching you expertly find exactly what you were looking for and holding it up to his body.

“I guess you could say that.”

You finally decided on dressing him up in a modern,stylish and laid back look. The white V-neck hug his wide top half just right with a little chest chair peeking out. Two silver necklaces laid in the gap between the V-neck of the shirt. The black jeans hugging his lower half,a small distressed slit in the knee showing the smooth skin. The blue and silver satin bomber jacket resting on his shoulders,decorative embroidery popping out on his pack. And to tie the look together,heeled silver boots adorned his feet.

You took one look at your creation and smiled to yourself,knowing you were unstoppable when it came to having a keen sense of fashion.

Turning to face the mirror,Luke’s jaw dropped as he got a glance at himself.

“W-woah Y/N...This looks amazing!” He turned back to you,pulling your body into his and wrapping you up in a thankful hug.

“I do what I can Luke.” Was all you said before giving him a knowing smirk. You waiting until he took off the garments before taking them to the front register and putting them in a bag,quickly writing his name on the tag.

The next boy to get styled was Ashton. You knew that his style was more laid back and older than the other boys.

It took you a minute to ponder all of your options before you settled on dressing him in a ‘greaser’ esque fashion.

“How long have you been working here?” He asked as the two of you rounded a corner of the store to the more dressy section.

“I’ve been working here for 3 years,Fashion always has a place in my heart.”

He attentively watched you work your magic,seeing the gears in your mind turn as you paired different pieces together. Finally,you landed on a simple base outfit with a staple piece.

Ashton dawned a White button down,leaving the first few unbuttoned. The black slacks hugged his hips and thighs before cuffing slightly at the ankle.On his feet were black combat like boots,with the cuff of the ankle draping over the top. The statement piece was a nice leather jacket,with red embroidered lips on the back of it. You turned him around to face the large mirror and watched as yet again you had another happy customer.

“This is fuckin awesome!”

Again,you took Ashton’s clothes to the front and placed them in a labeled bag,making your way to the private area for the third time.

Next on your roster was Michael. His style was fairly relaxed and very modern.

“So,Y/N my mate Calum over there thinks you’re really pretty.” Michael said when you were far enough away from the other boys. He nudged your shoulder as you paid him no mind,looking in front of the rack to find an outfit that suited him.

“Well Michael,why don’t you tell him to man up and say it himself,” Pushing the hung up clothes in two different directions,finally finding what you were looking for. Michael let out a sigh as you placed the clothes across his outstretched arms and shooing him in the direction of the dressing room.

For Michael,you decided to elevate his casual look to a more detailed but chill outfit.

You paired simple black skinny jeans and a vintage black band tee to be the base layer of his outfit. On his shoulders was a acid wash denim jacket,and on his feet were high top ‘punk boots’. They were decorated in leather straps with a glossy finish to them.

You folded your arms across your chest and motioned with your head for him to turn towards the mirror,smirking at another success of an outfit.

“Holy fuck Y/N! You’re amazing!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm as he began to strike different poses in the elongated mirror.

After a full minute of him basking in his new look,you pushed him back in the dressing room,soon getting a pile of clothes placed in your hands.

Calum was your final client of the day. There was a reason you chose him to be last,the main one being that you simply couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. He was wearing a simple distressed black shirt and tight grey joggers with black vans.

Even in lounge wear,he still stole your breath with one glance in his direction.

“So,did Michael tell you?”

“He did actually.”

As you pulled him to one of your favorite sections of the store,he leaned on a free wall,crossing his strong arms infrong of him chest.

“He wasn’t lying ya know,You are the most beautiful girl here.” You chocked back a laugh,trying to hide your growing smile by putting your face deeper in a rack of pants.

“I’m the only girl here,Calum”

He laughed and brushed by you to stand by a fancily dressed mannequin.

“Shh,don’t listen to her beautiful,she didn’t mean it.”

He stood to the side of the mannequin and covered her ears,earning a loud and brash laugh from the pits of your stomach.

You turned around with a completed outfit in hand and passed it off to Calum who just cocked an eyebrow in your direction.

“So you’re not gonna say Thank You?”

“Thank you Calum,now go try this on please!”

As he walked towards the dressing room,you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your shoulders slumped from exhaustion while you made your way to the secluded area where Calum was changing.

“Are you all done in there Calum?”

He hesitated a little before he stuck him head out of the black curtain.

“You sure about this outfit? I’ve never tried this before...”

His shyness took you by surprise as you can see his insecurities come out of hiding with the new garments on.

“Let me see Cal”

Nervously,he pulled back the curtain and fully stepped out into your view. Your eyes raked his tall frame and made you take tiny steps back to drink him all in.

A tight fitting grey turtleneck sat nicely on his upper body,the long sleeves slightly showing his toned arms. Skinny dark blue plaid slacks gripped his hips and legs sweetly as they came to a cuff at the ankle. Black heeled boots were on his feet,short enough to where a small gap exposed his black dress socks underneath.

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” You gulped and nodded your head,taking one more look at his outfit.

“Stay right there,Something’s missing.”

You walked to the front of the store,finding exactly what was needed to complete the outfit for Calum.

Clipping the chains into two of his belt loops and fixing the cuff of his collar and pant,you smiled up at him.

“Perfect!” Putting your hands on his slim hips,you pushed him in front of the large mirror,watching him take in his entire outfit. He watched your expression in the mirror as well,hands still on his hips now biting your bottom lip.

He turned around in your hands,grabbing your upper arm and looking at you with a serious expression on his face.

“Y/N,What do you think about a date?”

Confusion overtook your features as you watched his every move.

“A date with you? You and me? Together?” He laughed,causing his eyes to crinkle and the delicious noise to fall from his full lips. He nodded,not being able to stop laughing to he could answer you surf his words.

“Hell yes. If you wear something like this then that’ll change to a Fuck yes.”

His giggles started to cease as he quickly retrieved his phone out of the dressing room and dropping it in your hands.

“No passcode on it,I’ll change while you put your number in there.”

His sudden breath of coolness caught you off guard as you stood flabbergasted,staring at the now closed black curtain.

“I don’t here typing Y/N.” He called from behind the curtain,jolting your body to unlock his phone and save your contact. Calum came out with his new clothes in hand,cockily smirking at you as you both switched items.

“Cute dog.”

You turned on your heel and it was Calum’s turn to be left shocked by the sudden actions.

You rung the boys items up and passed them each their labeled bags as they thanked you profusely for styling them. You dropped a box containing some nice rings into Calum’s bag,sliding it across the counter with a wink. He started to pull out his wallet to pay you for the rings when your hand came down on top of the black leather.

“It’s on the house,enjoy your party tomorrow.” He took the hint and slid it back into his pocket,lifting the bag off of the counter and starting to walk out of the store.

Before he could fully exit the double doors,he turned his head black towards you and called over his shoulder that he’ll text you later. You giggled as your coworker Dallon laughed at the scene in front of him.

Maybe closing shift wasn’t always so bad.

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hellswriting-blog · 6 years

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Lost in Japan // Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, bit of fluff at the end

Word count: 3k

Inspiration/Summary lol: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ycy30LIbq4w

A/N: This is my first time writing smut and it’s just a drabble, so if you have any constructive criticism or just feedback in general, please, give it to me. :D Thanks and love y’all guys, Noodle

*2 new messages 22.47*

YG: You still awake? YG: can't stop thinking about you YG: i need to feel you under my hands You unlocked your phone to open the messages as a new one popped up. *1 new message 22.49*

YG: i need to see you Reading over them again you couldn't stop a warm tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach. A warm throbbing between your legs. This wasn't the first time you had received such texts from Yoongi but most of the time he didn't or couldn't act on them anyways. Mostly they just resulted in your sexual frustration rising to a peak and you not being able to keep your hands from yourself, imagining they were his. Today should be different. His group had showcased their last concert of their domestic tour tonight and he would be free of schedule now. The only problem: You were on a short, little trip to Japan while he was back at home in Korea. So, as much as you wanted him you didn't expect tonight's desperate texts to lead anywhere. You: I miss you too You: I want you He knew very well that you were out of the country at the moment but the both of you hadn't seen each other in weeks because of his rigorous timetable. YG: you think you can stay awake a little longer? YG: 3 hours What did he mean? Was he serious? Did he want to spend hundreds on a last minute flight to Tokyo just so see you? He must be playing. You knew Yoongi and that he would go to extreme lengths for the people he loved, but this far? That was even a bit much, even for his standards. You: Are you serious? YG: Ofc on the way to the airport, already booked YG: send me the address of your hotel You jumped to your feet. If what he said was true you still had some time to shower and clean up the mess of your room a bit. Maybe shave. Put on something nice. You could feel the excitement and anticipation pumping through your veins. Hastily you send him address and room number. - In even time intervals you got up from your bed to walk to the window, stare at the city lights underneath you through the fog, then go back to sit down, check your phone for messages, check the time. These were the longest three hours of your life. When the time ticked closer to the awaited time, the hotness in your body came back. As you lied there waiting you could only imagine with which kind of force Yoongi would soon arrive here. If he even was half as needy as you right now, you knew you were in for a treat. You had thrown on a short black dress that hugged your curves deliciously and you knew it would drive him crazy. The thought of his hands pushing it up over your body while caressing every inch of you, crept into your mind. Gradually you let your own fingertips wander over the inside of your thigh. Just as you reached your own pulsing heat, you heard a knock on your door. You almost leaped off your bed as you hustled towards the entrance. After one last deep breath you pushed it open and a smile spread through you. His brightly blond bleached hair was dangling in messy strands over his eyes but as soon as they saw you, they had a hungry glow to them. For a couple of breaths none of you spoke, you only drank each other in with your hungry stares. His black jeans hugged his legs deliciously and the white tee with the leather jacket on top gave him this effortless coolness that you loved so much about him. His whole outfit only revealed so much as his collarbones but the way he carried himself had you throbbing in desire. Then his lips crashed down on yours. He was kissing you passionately as he pushed you slowly back inside until your back softly hit the wall of entryway that let inside the hotel room. He only broke away from you for so long as to let out a small sigh as if he had been holding it in for the whole time he hadn't seen you. Then gently he cupped your face in his rough palms and took in your eyes with his. The next kiss was a lot softer than before and his thumb drew circles into your cheeks. You let your hands wander over his chest to curl them around his neck. You were holding each other so closely and dearly as if you never wanted to let go again. He let his left hand slide from your cheek down to your chin until he pushed your head to the side, gently. Longingly he planted sweet kisses down the side of you neck, steadily they intensified until he was nibbling onto your skin. Every touch of his lips on you send jolts of pleasure through the whole of your body and had your knees weakened a little. When he reached the hem of your dresses decolté a sigh escape you that soon turned into a moan. At one point you must have closed your eyes but you could feel him grinning against your soft skin. Suddenly his hands were around your hips and pushed you around. There was no way you could resist him and it wasn't like you wanted to anyways. When you faced the wall completely he pushed his body tightly against yours, not leaving an inch of space between the two of you. You could feel the comforting warmth of his chest against your back and the erection stirring in his pants pressed against the curve of your ass. As soon as you felt it a hot want overcame you. You wanted to feel him even more, to have him all over and inside you. His lips were caressing the nape of your neck and tickled your skin while his hands fumbled with the zipper of your dress. "I missed feeling you melt under my touch so much." His breath came out as a whisper that send shivers down your spine and he finally pushed the thin cloth that covered you, down onto the floor. You could hear him inhale sharply behind you as he took in your naked form. "No underwear, I love it." His hand was kneading your ass appreciatively and you could feel his stare like a tingling on your skin. Although he was still fully clothed while you were completely bare under his eyes, you didn't feel in the slightest embarrassed. Rather the opposite. It had you throbbing wet with need. You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, so you reached around to palm him over his tight pants. Another sharp exhale left him and you knew he had his eyes shut as you squeezed him gently, but determinate. Not a second later his hands ran over your ass up to your waist again. One of them found its way to your breast as the other fell down onto the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your throbbing core. Small gasps escaped you as he began feeling all of you as if he wanted to remember how your body felt like in his palms. Both your hands rested against the wall again but your desire for him reached another peak. There was nothing but red in your head. A burning red need to feel him even more. "I need you inside me.", you moaned under your breath and you felt his chest vibrating as he hummed in agreement. There was something rough lacing his voice as he lowly whispered back, "Then turn around, get on your knees and start sucking my dick." His minimally formed commands, had you following them immediately. There was no way you could disobey him. Not when every word form his lips and every moan, was like candy to your ears. You needed to hear more of it. You needed more of him. Settled on your knees you firmly you let your fingers run over his thighs up to the buckle of his belt. Your eyes met his clouded ones and a small smirk started playing on his handsome features. Teasingly you licked your lips as you opened his pants and pulled them down to pool around his ankles. You couldn't help yourself but to stare. You could see how big and hard he was under his boxers and you had to pull your lip between your teeth to not moan out just at the sight of him so needy for your touch. He lightly let one of his hands rest on top of your head as you pulled down the last barrier between yourself and what you so desperately wanted. One hand grabbing onto his thigh, the other one tightly around the base of his length, you licked over his tip to catch the streak of precum that had already formed there. It hit your tongue saltily but the shaky breath that left his trembling lips was already reward enough. When you took the whole of his soft tip into your mouth his fingers grabbed tightly onto your hair. A soft moan escaped you and he responded to the sensation of your throat vibrating around him with a low rumble himself. After you had taken all of him in and started moving up and down over his shaft a few times, you could feel him growing impatient. Purposefully you slowed down even more. Then he did what you had been waiting for. With both hands he kept your head steady as he pumped himself into your mouth hard and fast. He was hitting the back of your throat harshly and tears started stinging in your eyes. But all of it had a streak of wetness slowly trickling down your leg. He moaned loudly as he plunged in and out of you until he finally released you. Thirstily you swallowed at the sudden emptiness he had left behind. "You're so fucking beautiful down on your knees, just for me." His words had your insides stirring and you smiled a genuine grin up at him. With a sudden carefulness he pulled you onto your feet and guided you towards the bed. As he finally removed his last bits of clothing, you sat down to enjoy the view of him. You were leaning against the headboard while he stood at the foot of the king sized bed. With lustful eyes you ate each other up. You were so needy for each other, yet, both of you loved to drag the whole thing out as much as possible. You saw each other so rarely that you had to treasure every second of it when you did. Like a hungry beast he made his way up to you until he was settled between your legs. His lips found yours and his hand traveled up between your thighs until it was resting on your heat. Teasingly slow he pushed to fingers between your folds to catch your juices. Approvingly he hummed against your lips, "God, you're so wet for me." Before you could respond wittily

his face was down between your legs. Without hesitation he grabbed tightly onto your hips as he pulled you closer. Then he dug into the meal spread before him. He took a long lick over the whole of your wetness. When he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue, you threw your head back into the pillows in an impulse and let out a desperate moan. You had waited for this so long. When your gaze wandered back down to meet his you saw him closely studying your reaction. He had a satisfied smirk on his lips. Then he went back to caressing your clit with little strokes of his tongue. Every lick had you squirming under him. You were already out of breath when he started teasing your entrance with little swirls. You would do anything to finally feel him fill you up right now. You felt a familiar fogginess in your head and you knew he had you right where he wanted you. Every skillful flick of his tongue sparked a firework of pleasure inside every cell yours. As soon as he started as soon did he disappear from between your legs again. Through clouded eyes you watched him wipe his lips on the back of his hand and staring almost astonished at the streak of your wetness on his skin. "You're so delicious. I could eat you out all day... but that's not the only thing I want to do with you.", Yoongi's voice was laced with dark desire and had your insides twisting. You interlaced your fingers behind his neck and pulled him down to you. Sweetly you let out your breathless words, "Then show me, please. Give it all to me." You throbbed with pleasure already when he motioned for you to turn onto your stomach. "I can't believe what a needy little girl you are.", with his rough hands he pulled your hips upwards until your butt was sticking out on display for him. You knew it was driving him just as crazy as you. A groan rumbled in his throat as he began massaging one of your ass cheeks with his right hand.

"I think I need to teach you a lesson."

You knew he was just spewing excuses but you didn't care. When his hand came down fast and hard to spank you, you had to moan out loudly in pleasure. His voice turned into a deep growl and he slapped your ass one more time before running his hand carefully over the spot. His touches were so contrasting to one another. Without a warning he slid a finger between your fold a final time and hummed in satisfaction before you felt him positioning himself at your entrance. To drive you even more mad he rubbed his tip up and down a few times, covering him thoroughly in your juices. Then, incredibly slow, he pushed himself into you. The way he spread you and filled every bit of you, stole every last bit of strength you had left in your body. He had you moaning and biting down into your pillows already when he only began moving. Your excitement had been building ever since he had send you the message that he was on the way and now he had you easily close to your orgasm. He hit all the right spots and your sweet moans encouraged him to go harder and harder. Soon he was fucking you roughly into the mattress. His voice escaped him in low groans as he felt you tightening more and more around him. Desperately you reached out to grab onto your sheets but he grabbed your wrist and pulled it back. You had to arch your back against him and he hit your insides even deeper. Like a blooming flower you could feel yourself unraveling around him. His other arm reached around your front to hold you tightly as he squeezed your breast tightly and he pumped himself into you faster and faster. You could see sparks of white and your whole body seemed to release every kind of tension around him. When he was sure you had come, he let you settle back onto the bed. With fast sloppy thrusts he drove himself over the edge as well. Your mind was glowing with pleasure when he suddenly pulled out and spilled himself all over your back. His loud, rough voice was like music to your ears. Then he collapsed next to you, breathing heavily. Both of you just stared lovingly into each others eyes for a good while before he rolled of the bed to get a towel wet with warm water. Completely opposite to how roughly he had treated you just a few minutes ago, he now gently cleaned his cum off of you. When he returned to snuggle underneath the blanket with you, he had a high-looking smile playing on his lips. The minutes ticked away as the two of you just enjoyed the after-orgasm glow and he had his arms wrapped around you loosely. Mindlessly he drew patterns into the skin of your waist with his fingers. Nowhere in the world did you feel as safe as here, right now. Far away from home, above the lights of this foreign city, you were safe, yet free. When he kissed your forehead softly you picked up your gaze to meet his warm eyes. "I've missed you, so so much." His voice was still laced with a certain roughness and your heart had never felt this full as in that moment. You reached up to meet his lips with yours and everything stood still for a heartbeat. Maybe it was because you just had the orgasm of your life, maybe it was the security of his arms, maybe it was this whole situation of him being here miles away in an unknown place, but you could feel tears forming behind your eyelids. As he saw your eyes glistening he inspected your face with a scared expression. "Did i do... say something wrong?", he sounded slightly panicked but you just smiled through the warm, salty streaks trickling down your face. "No... it's just...", you had trouble finding the right words. "I am so, so happy." His face softened and he gifted you with small sweet kisses and a bright smile. "I love you. I truly do."

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