#yes I know that’s keys but it’s a gif with a full profile and it’s so hard to find those without making your own caps

[rerefundslocals]

CLOSER TO YOU

Summary : Jungkook missed your important merger event for your company and a promotion you've been anticipating, he's apologizing for the wrong things, however it makes you love him harder.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>genre : angst, smut , fluff

>>trope : established relationship

>>warnings : mechanic!jungkook (not mentioned alot), corporate!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk(min), spanking, oc is a creamer and squirter,rough missionary, neck kisses, makeout sesh, very light dom/sub tones, they really just cute.

>>word count : I'll add later.

[a/n : I'm bacckkk, I wrote this all in one sitting,my writers block is over and I will be writing a lot more when I have a chance cause school is kicking my ass omg! thank you for all the follows, this is my little treat to you. Enjoy!! reblog, reblog, reblog, that's how Tumblr works, but anything will suffice for now! come talk to me and send requests, I don't bite<3 p.s this is heavily unedited]

[listen to : closer to you - jungkook. if I ain't got you - alicia keys. bloom - aqyila]

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It's thick

The tension between you and jungkook.

You could not believe it yourself when Jungkook showed up an hour later after the merger event of your company, not when he promised to be there.

It was insufferable to face your colleagues without a plus one while their partners had held their hands the whole night. Marie did not bite her tongue when it came to asking you about where your partner was.

Yes, you were incredibly embarrassed and just contemplated staying in the bathroom stalls the entire night.

You have a scowl on your faces as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkooks fucked Nissan Almera. Jungkook does not make attempts to apologize and it has been that way since he picked you up and quite frankly you're getting sick of it.

"Jungkook, seriously! Are you not going to fucking apologize for how you embarrassed me tonight?!" You finally let it out, screaming into the space of the car.

Jungkook avoids your question and simply presses on the gas to get  home faster. There's no traffic tonight.

You huff as you cross your arms and stare daggers at Jungkooks side profile. "So, I'm just gonna talk to myself then?" Again, no reply.

However the lack of response from your boyfriend does not stop you as you relay to give him a piece of your mind. "I just wanted you to show up, Jungkook for the one time I ask you to accompany me and this is how you fucking treat me?" You take a deep breath as you continue.

"Fine. Miss three dates that I've planned for us, but missing this important opportunity of my life...you must not love me, Kook."

"Don't say that." Jungkook finally whispers into the car. He just wants to fucking get home, But that's another 10 minutes.

You laugh, but its not full of humor, it's an annoyed breath of laughter. " and why not, Jungkook?" You question

He turns to look at you as you're stopped at a red light and his eyes look heavy and tired, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled up. "If you wanna talk, we'll do it when we get home. Please. I'm begging you, baby."

You stay looking at him and your eyes never leave each other until the sound of a honk takes you both out of your daze as Jungkook drives off, not once waiting for your response.

A sigh is heard in the car and you turn to look at the city lights, hopefully he gets the hint that you'll have the conversation at home.

10 minutes later you're finally home and out of your heels, however you do not waste time getting back into the conversation.

"So why, Jungkook, why weren't you there? Did you know I got a promotion? And you weren't fucking there to stand by my side. Worst of all, Marie threw it all in my face. So where the fuck were you?" You've rambled but you're angry so Jungkook isn't mad in the slightest.

You've always loved the fact that he is incredibly understanding.

"I'm scraping the floors, ____. I'm barely getting by to pay our fucking rent so sue me for taking an extra shift at the workshop so you can get all the nice things you want." He responds to you, running his hands through his jet black hair.

You look around the gloomy apartment as you pretend to not understand what he had just said to you. The kitchen light shines on you both as you're both sat at the bar stools at your counter.

"I'llet you know that I don't need any nice things, I just want you. You're the only-"

"but I wanna give you all the nice things you want and I'll work twice as hard to give you anything."

It's as if he doesn't get it, he's the only thing you'll ever need.

Your head is hung low as tears gather at your waterline, you'd hate for Jungkook to see you cry cause you know how much he detests it. He fucking hates it.

"I-I love you so much, Kook. But as much as I do, I don't need nice stuff, I need you to be there for me, we just need each other. So stop taking extra shifts, I'm working as well and we can have nice stuff if we just love each other and be there for each other. Okay?"

Your voice sounds heavy, the tears have hit the counter and your back is being rubbed by Jungkook.

To avoid further arguments although he doesn't fully agree, he makes an oath to himself to get a better job and get you a life worth of all the beautiful things you want.

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry, I'll be there for you all the time. You know I love you, right? You're my favorite girl." It felt like years since you've heard Jungkooks heartful chuckle.

He lifts you by your shoulders and forces you to look at him, "I said you know that I love you, right?" You stare lovingly in his brown Bambi eyes as you nod.

Finally, he circles his arms around your waist, standing up as he brings your face into his chest.

You feel complete and whole as you melt into your boyfriends arms, there's no one like him, you don't think they'll ever be.

You lift your head as you hold out your pinky finger to him, eyes meeting once again, "pinky promise to never leave me."

Jungkooks lips spread into a wide smile as he locks his pinky finger into yours, "I pinky promise, baby."

After what seemed like years you both laugh lightly at each other, pinky fingers still interlocked.

"Mm, you know you can't break that promise." You teasingly say.

Jungkook chuckles and brings your locked fingers to his lips and laying a light kiss on your pinky, "wouldn't ever think of breaking this promise, Princess." He whispers against your pinky.

You sigh out a low 'okay' as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips unto yours. His soft pillowy lips meet yours and you both dive into a passionate kiss, Jungkooks head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist to grip the skin underneath your black bodycon dress.

Your kiss becomes a fury for passion and lovemaking as your tongue envelops Jungkooks mouth and a soft moan can be heard throughout the kitchen as you moan into Jungkook mouth.

Jungkook peels off your mouth, leaning in to attack your neck in a series of kisses.

"K-kook, please!" You need him so bad, your breath is hitched as you fight for air and your moans are being progressively loud from Jungkook eating your neck.

He lifts his head up, going straight to undress you, you're peeled of your seat and onto your feet. Your dress is stripped off and you're only left in your skimpy black thong, your plump ass all bare for Jungkook as well as your tits.

Jungkook takes your lips once again, leaning  down to pick you up and as he does, he balances you with both hands on your ass and wastes no time laying a slap upon both cheeks and greedily squeezing a handful as you let out moans into his mouth like a mad woman. "Fucking love your ass." He practically groans into your mouth.

Soon, you're backed into your shared bedroom and jungkook throws you onto the bed.

Jungkook tears his clothes off layer by layer until he's left naked and his dick fully hard and bare of any hair is on show.

He spreads your legs as he settles between them, and pulling your thong to the side as he swipes a finger between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, all this for me?"

You can't seem to focus when Jungkook pushes in two fingers into your puckered hole, his speed taking off as soon as he feels you around him. "O-oh fuck, Kook!"

"Mmhm, that's it baby, taking my fingers so well." He fingers you for another 10 seconds until he's pulling out and immediately replacing his fingers with his pink tip, slowly sliding into you tight and wet walls.

"Ohh fuck!" You both moan at the same time, the feeling of his dick deep into your stomach as he starts his strokes off slow.

Your eyes are barely open as jungkook goes at a relentless speed, thrusting into your pussy as if you owed him something.

"That's is baby, cream all over this dick, and spread your fucking legs higher." You're drunk on his cock as he fucks you missionary, feeling him in your organs.

"I'm gonna cum, Kook!" The knot is getting tighter as you feel your wetness trickling down your thighs and your creamy essence coating Jungkooks dick.

"Cum for me, baby. You deserve it. Cum all over this dick." That's all it takes for you to release all over Jungkook, as a scream is let out from the depth of your lungs.

"Good girl." He never stops thrusting as he chases his high, Jungkook presses onto your stomach as he groans, as he feels his high approaching. He's sweaty above you, his dry hair now wet and stringy.

Your moans and Jungkooks are in sync as you feel your tummy tightening once again.

"Fuckk!" Jungkook finally cums and releases his load into your pussy, and you follow right after, squirting all over his lower abdomen.

"Shit." You let out as jungkook rolls over you as he watches you gather yourself.

He gets up and gets a warm wet towel for you. Jungkook cleans himself up and you. Soon after he dresses you up in fresh panties and his shirt and for himself he gets boxers and joins you in bed after an eventful night.

Your head is on his chest as you play with is belly button and Jungkook is in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, baby. For tonight." He finally says and your heart relaxes.

"Let's forget about that. You're here right now, that's all that matters."

"Congratulations on your promotion, I love you, Princess." You're surprised he even remembers and all you can do is let out a squeal.

"Thank you, and I Love you."

"I know." His tone is cocky, not that you care but you're giddy as you lean up to lay a peck on his lips.

There's no where else you'd rather be. That's what you declare.

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original work of @rerefundslocals do not copy, translate or repost as your own! est. 2024

[skinnywalker]

Professional protector (Aaron Hotchner x nanny! male reader)

It's become a slight problem. Most nights it Hotch was late. Some he wasn't home at all and babysitters were only so reliable.

"You're really using Garica to get a other new babysitter?"

"I'm not trust random teens with my boy."

Emily rolls her eyes and pulls away the file of potential names.

"Can't you just hire a full time?"

Hotch groans.

"Same problem."

"Well it's either a once time issue or a till-jack-is-grown issue so make up you mind."

She's right of course, he needs to just bite the bullet.

After nearly an hour of barely scrapable options Hotch's attention was caught by a face.

Young, clean cut, handsome and with a bakround in child care. He gives Hocth a strange stomach twist, the kind he felt in high-school when he meet Harley. That same at once connection.

"Is he free?"

"Looks like it. Says on his employee web page he is open for full weekdays."

"Send that to me would you?"

Garcia can't help the small grin that crosses her lips.

"At once my lord."

From his nightstand the buzz of that familiar notification sounds him awake.

Clients.

He checks the profile his boss Diane always sends but this one is different than normal. He is used to business men who don't have time for their children but the man is an FBI agent and high in ranks too.

Doesn't look half bad either.

"How much is the pay?

"60 an hour."

He stops dead in his track.

"60? For one child and house sitting?"

"Ahuh. He asked me if that was too low."

"Too low?!"

She smiled at him with a gleam I her eyes.

"He really wanted you specifically."

Hotch keep glancing at his watch. He wasn't late but Hotch was nervous he might be.

"Excuse are you Mr. Hotchner?"

He's pretty in person Hotch thinks. More real. More warm. He's bright-looking but not cocky. Fair featured but no vain. He could reach out his hand and Hotch would near before him to kiss it without even thinking.

"Yes, you must be the nanny."

"Ahuh. Would you like to go over the details of what you need me to do while your away?"

Hotch smiles. He has no clue why but it feels natural.

"Of course."

Hotch leads him through the house explain everything he needs from the house care side of things.

"-and if you can't try to fold the blankets to fit in properly I'd be really thankful."

"Of course. What about your son?"

"Jack spends most of the day at school. He still in k-8 and does sometimes need homework help. He can make his own food but often prefers it made. He has 2-3 hours of screen time weekdays and 4 on weekends. He'll want to call me when I'm out of town which you can also do if you need anything."

He nods. Simple kid.

"He always wants to come along on grocery trips and basically anytime you leave the house."

Hotch hands him the house keys.

"And most importantly he'll ask for want he wants and his bedtime is 8:30."

"Got it. I call you at night if I have questions."

"Daddy?"

The two turn to see a sleepy toddler standing in door way. His spider-man pj's frumbled from napping.

"Hey Jack buddy, this is your new babysitter. He'll be here all day till I come back in the evenings so you don't have to be alone at home."

Jack looks up. Hotch feels the two smiling at eachother. His heart is aching know Jack is already bonding with the nanny. This have been a good idea.

"I have to go home today Jack but I'll see you again tomorrow ok?"

"Ok! Can we play with my Lego pirates."

"We can play whatever you want to Jack."

Hotch loves that smile on Jack. The innocent love. His boy is safe.

"Hotch? We have an emergency."

"What is it J.J.?"

"Ten victims all male in their 20s and the unsub is moving."

"I'll be there in ten mintues."

Hotch's body knows the routine of his morning work runs so well it work on autopilot.

Lastly he kisses Jack's sleeping head and text his new nanny 8 words.

"Flying for work for at least a week."

He'll get what I mean Hotch thinks before he stops himself. Why is he so sure? He doesn't even know the guy and he is trusting him like an old friend already. That's not good but Hotch can't seem to stop himself. He doesn't trust easily but something about him is so safe. So at home at ease. Hotch hates how his walls are just gone the moment he met a pretty man who takes care of his son. Hotch hopes he'll stay.

"He's targeting men who seem successful in love. Men with kids and partners and well paying jobs. Young man living how he wants to live. And he does it through robbery and hold ups. He is choosing targets on the fly."

"Where do we thinking he is making his way to?"

"Maybe his home or his get away car. I don't think he can keep this up for too long and I know he thinks that too."

At the hotel Hotch picks up his nightly call.

"How's your nanny been buddy?"

"I love daddy! He is super smart and he knew all about the history for my test on Tuesday and he makes such good pasta and he read me all the books I have trouble with!"

Hotch feel his stomach twist again. Just like a dad.

"That's great buddy. I'm glad you like him so much."

"He is gonna be my new best friend."

"I'm sure he will sweets now you need to good to bed."

"Ok, Goodnight daddy."

"Sleepwell Buddy. I love you."

"Love you too!"

He's safe. He's for the first time Hotch feels confident in thinking that Jack is really safe and happy. He sleeps better that night then he has in a while.

"Unsub is now in Virginia and he's getting risky. Going straight for our home now. He might even be there at this moment."

"So we came out here just to go home?"

"No, we came out here to know for certain he is home. Let's go."

Jack had asked to come along to the Cafe. He had followed his nanny to the counter and was rewarded with a small pink lemonade.

"Have you ever tried limeade or just lemon?"

He shakes his head no.

"Never liked lime. Too sour."

He chuckles.

"I like a lot of sour things especially ones that have some sweet in them."

"Everyone get on the floor! This is a hold up and if everyone behaves no one will get hurt."

Jack looks up confused and then frighten.

"Nanny?"

"Comere Jack. Everything will be alright."

"We've tracked him to a Cafe he's holding up. Swat is on their way but we don't time on our side."

"How fast can we get there?"

"20."

"20 is not fast enough."

"You, with the blonde kid. Move up here."

His arms wrap around Jack and gently lead them both to the front.

"Give him to me."

"No."

His breathing hitches.

"I'm not letting you near him. You'll have to take me first."

The click of the handriffle echoed in his ears before he felt the the world go black.

When the room came back into focus he realized he was in the ER. His chest was burning. He could feel the dizziness bringing him in and out of blurry awareness.

"Hey, just rest, you're really injured."

"Jack.. what about Jack?"

"He's safe with his father."

A knock at the door interrupts them.

"Hello Doctor is it OK for me to see him?"

"Mr. Hotch? Is that you?"

Hotch leans over the hospital bed brush some hair.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've been worse."

"Worse than shot?"

He giggled even though it hurt.

"Yeah. I'm better knowing Jack is safe."

"He was really scared for you, so was I. You don't know how much it means to me that you put yourself in such danger for my boy."

"I'd do it again."

Hotch felt strange. On one hand he was deeply relieved that he was safe but such a close call had his nerves in a twist. It was like a weight had been added to his psyche. Hotch couldn't let anything happen to him. He felt protective.

"How is he?"

"Exhausted but ok."

"Hotch I know he is just your nanny but you seem pretty worried."

"I can't help but be. He nearly died keeping Jack safe. I don't know what could've happened if I hired someone less bare. This whole time I've felt so.... connected with him. Like he is someone who I can trust."

"Does Agent Aaron Hotchner have a slight crush."

Oh no.

[aoflameandco]

GrimmNell: character study

Well-well-well, I mentioned once that my GrimmNel brainrot is far from being over - so here we go! What else's to analyze about them though? Well, this time we have a new subject to focus on... the Bleach personality quiz!

Yes, I know it's a bit questionable source for a character study, but let me explain! June 2011. The third Bleach Official Character Book UNMASKED was released in Japan. This databook was mostly famous for giving Ulquiorra a more detailed backstory and showing more of Halibel and her Fracción. However, there was another small tidbit for Arrancar's fans - the official quiz from Kubo - Which Bleach character are you? 

The quiz was extremely simple.  Add up the numbers of your full date of birth and don't forget your blood type. Voila! In the end you get a short profile about your Bleach "personality type", which highlights the key qualities of this particular character.

Now, y'all know where I'm going with this. So, what's like to be like Grimmjow- or Nel according to the databook? Let's check it!

And- Even without any translation, we immediately bump into the first problem. There's only Nel's profile. Not Nelliel's.

Well, they're the same person! It would be weird to separate them, right? But yeah... there's a solid difference in a way her kid and adult forms act.

So the question remains - can we apply this profile's info to the adult Nelliel? Let's read it to find out.

a bit messy not word to word translation's incoming, pls take it with a grain of salt

Cheerful and playful

Nel type!

Good at opening people's hearts. Very quick to make bonds, no matter with who - friends or foes. She is attentive and good at conveying information to those around her. But sometimes she says too much.

• works at her own pace • high sense of camaraderie • doesn't run away from difficulties • hero of justice

Ofc this info perfectly fits baby Nel. She quickly befriended Ichigo, even though he was a shinigami; she was a sort of his guide, explaining how Hueco Mundo works; also she is a big chatterbox, saying surprisingly harsh things sometimes. Her attentive side shined during the Ichigo vs Grimmjow fight, when she noticed Orihime's turmoil and gave her a good advice. She is surely down for justice, but it's a little bit difficult to fight for it in her small body. So the real Nelliel has to step up.

Same qualities but a different approach - that's what I would say about adult!Nel. And it's very visible when it comes to her later interactions with Grimmjow, esp in CFYOW.

But before giving some bright examples, let's take a look at his quiz profile as well - to understand the similarities and contrasts between these two characters.

Responsible but mischievous

Grimmjow type

There's still a bit of a boyish heart (shounen no kokoro) in him. But deep inside he's unexpectedly serious and has a sense of responsibility. He catches the information fast and adapts quickly, but his tendency to get bored could be a problem. If he'll improve this aspect, good fortune is likely to come his way.

• has a sense of responsibility • thrives in adversity • quickly adapts • gets bored easily

And - the quiz highlighted thrice (!) that Grimmjow is indeed a responsible person. Something Nelliel didn't expect as well. As a true hero of justice she was prepared to stop Sexta as soon as he starts an unnecessary violence. But to her surprise - Grimmjow was far from an uncontrollable beast and followed his own codex.

A sense of responsibility didn't turn Grimmjow into an obedient boy though. Him and Nel keep arguing due to their different perspectives - especially when it comes to handling the former enemies.

Nelliel easily bonds with anyone - quincy, Aura, etc., meanwhile Grimmjow picks a fight as a first option. This choice isn't just a result of his bloodthirst though. Grimmjow's survival instincts are strong, so he always stays on guard and doesn't trust easily. That's why he warns Nelliel that her pacifism might end up badly for them all.

Another proof that even though he acts as if he doesn't belong to the group, Grimm isn't as indifferent as he pretends to be. Very responsible of him, huh?

Yet there's another obstacle in their dynamic. Their pacing. Grimmjow is quick to adapt and quick to act, meanwhile Nelliel doesn't like to rush and prefers to gather as much information as possible.

Hard to say who's wrong in this case. Quick reaction benefited Grimmjow in general, but ofc Nel likes to remind him about Askin's incident, her favorite argument to cool him down.

And usually her persuasion works, surely Grimm argues back but still stops. When his stubbornness wins though- there's no way that Nelliel will just let him go. She'll do everything to find him, stop him and bring him back.

Nel complaints but doesn't give up on her fellow arrancar, no matter how difficult the other side is. Knowing Grimmjow's past, the sense of camaraderie isn't an empty word for him too. With creak he opens up to Nel, sharing his thoughts with her. Even though she is too bold with her words sometimes, it doesn't look like Sexta feels a grudge against her.

Grimmjow isn't a friendly type. He likes to fight, but a disappointed look quickly appears on his face, if his enemy doesn't meet expectations. He gets bored easily, he always needs some action. And yet- for some reason Nelliel got his attention.

There's no doubt that he sees her as a nice opponent, he even provoked her to fight with a smirk. He easily forgets anyone who didn't pique his interest and yet Nel's reiatsu is safely stored in his memory.

However, it wouldn't be correct to reduce Grimmjow's attention to a desire to fight, when we have several scenes of him watching Nelliel's peaceful shenanigans. He was calmly watching over kid Nel in anime probably wondering about the connection between this brat and the mighty Tres, he was dying of boredom, but still didn't take his eyes off her tea party in the novel. Even Halibel noticed it and offered him to join, but ofc he proudly refused.

So what did we confirm again? Even though Grimmjow and Nelliel share rather opposite views when it comes to socializing or making decisions, some of their character traits are surprisingly compatible. Grimmjow gained some respect points, when Nel started to notice his responsible side, meanwhile he opened up to her pushy yet reliable presence. Nelliel doesn't give up on her persuasion and he doesn't get bored of arguing with her. Covering eo's flaws they make quite a powerful duo, isn't?

So let's hope we'll see more of their rocky bond next season~

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hey! I really like your writting for Psycho-Pass, if it's ok with you could you do a hurt/comfort with Arata for when his s/o, who works with him, gets really injured after a mission/case?

Feel free to ignore if not to your liking ❤️✨

There is an intense ringing in his ear when he hears that [Y/N] is hurt.

He knew their work was dangerous. Even with all the precautions and the ‘bliss’ of the System, there were still criminals out there that would rather die and take everyone with them than go to jail. Did they have to take [Y/N] with them too?”

“Arata?” He turned rather listlessly to Kei who was next to him. His stoic face showing just the slightest hint of worry. But even with his profiling abilities Arata couldn’t tell if he was worried for him or for them. Kei and [Y/N] were friends as well. He had to be worried about them too.

“Should I….should I go to them….?”

He doesn’t know what to do. Is going to the hospital something he’s supposed to do? Should he wait? Would it be too late if he waited?

When his father died there was nothing anyone could do. By the time he was brought to the hospital all that the doctors could do was inform him that his father was dead and sign the death certificate. Of course, Arata couldn’t actually sign the death certificate. He was a child. Would he have to sign it now if they died? They weren’t married, but he hoped they would be one day. [Y/N] didn’t have any family, but they called him and Kei and the others their ‘found family’. Did that count for anything?

“We can go to the hospital if you’d like, but they said that they’ll probably be in surgery and recovery all night.” Who said that? When? Was it when the ringing in his ears started?

Kei reached out and touched his shoulder. A technique he’s used when he’s about to go too deep into his Trace. That’s what he felt like now. Lost. Prone. Unable to moved but without the nasty full body locking that is Trace sometimes gave him. It was just his mind that was locked in. “Do you want to go to the hospital and wait, or do you want to come home with me & Maiko? We can go first thing if you wish.”

Arata just nodded. He wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to though.

Kei was then leading him to the car, and they were going off somewhere. “I can’t do this again.” He said when the door was closed. More to himself more than anyone.

He couldn’t do this death anymore. He couldn’t lose another person. [Y/N] was the one who was hurt, but he felt abandoned. Which made him feel sick and selfish. When he saw them, he would apologize. Even if they didn’t know what he was apologizing for.

Yes. That was good. They had to make it so he could apologize to them. Everything would be fine.

[marxonculture]

The Letterboxd Phenomenon and My Four Favourites

Like many a young film lover over the last few years, Letterboxd (a film focused social media app) has been key in helping me to build my relationship with movies.

As someone who has been obsessively and compulsively making lists for most of my life (I recently found an old notebook from my teenage years full of lists ranking everything from actors to T.V. episodes to musicians - yes, I am autistic...), Letterboxd has been incredibly helpful in keeping track of my growth and change as a film watcher since I joined the service in 2017.

Back when I first joined, Letterboxd felt like this secret club where only the most pitiful little film gremlins would congregate to list and tabulate their movie experiences. In recent years, that pool of users has expanded massively into a lively, vibrant media environment, plagued with some (if not all) of the same problems as film twitter. It's quieter, though, a space that still provides users a freedom to use its features however they please.

Like I said before, I love lists. My Letterboxd is a super convenient container for all the granular ways in which I like to sort and organise the films I love. If you're interested, my Letterboxd is here.

My Four Favourites

One of the most exciting and fraught features on Letterboxd is the Four Favourites that adorn the top of every user's profile. Everyone has a different approach to filling out these four coveted slots - I regularly change mine, often to fit some sort of theme - but I thought I'd take this opportunity to talk about the films which come closest to being my actual four favourites.

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013) dir. Joel and Ethan Coen

My favourite film of all time is the gloomy odyssey of New York folk musician, Llewyn Davis, directed by the ever brilliant Jewish brothers, Joel and Ethan Coen.

I talk about the Coens a lot as filmmakers whose work is quintessentially Jewish across their entire filmography. Most people understandably point to A Serious Man as the clearest example of Jewishness in their work (one of the only films in which Jewishness is explicitly part of the text). That being said, however, a broad attitude of posing moral and existential questions without attempting to provide answers is present in all of their work. This attitude is a fundamentally Jewish approach to life's mysteries, and in the work of the Coens, is often misidentified as nihilism. Inside Llewyn Davis, aside from being one of the most beautifully shot, written and acted films I've ever seen, with an all-time great folk soundtrack, is a film that asks terrifying existential questions:

Is it possible to make authentic art in a commercial world?

Is it possible to be a better person when everyone keeps telling you how awful you are?

Is it possible to escape this cycle I've trapped myself in?

No answers. Just questions. Live with it.

Collateral (2004) dir. Michael Mann

Michael Mann is a director that not a lot of people know is Jewish. You wouldn't think it looking at his movies, but if you pay attention to how he ends nearly all of his stories, the same uncertainty principle which fuels the Coen brothers seems to haunt Mann, too. Nearly all of his films end with a man, who has just done something to irrevocably change his world, walking off into the distance, leaving only a question: where the hell do I go from here?

Collateral is in many ways typical of what Michael Mann does. Two men, at odds with one another, wreak havok trying to overcome each other in an environment defined by a dramatically heightened level of realism. What sets this film apart from the rest of Mann's oevre is the way its protagonist, Max (Jamie Foxx), has to adopt the persona of the antagonist, Vincent (Tom Cruise giving his very best performance), in order to escape his situation. Collateral is a film about understanding the philosophy of your enemy and determining how much of it is bullshit.

The Fabelmans (2022) dir. Steven Spielberg

I know it's cliche to say so, but Steven Spielberg is far and away my favourite director of all time. What is more controversial about my love for the guy is that I don't think he has a single low period in his career. I am a particular defender of his 21st century output - Catch Me If You Can, Lincoln, Bridge of Spies, The Post and West Side Story are all masterpieces in my book - and I really do feel that The Fabelmans is the pinnacle of his entire filmography.

A film which many have mistaken as overly soppy and sentimental, is actually a tangle of Freudian trauma and pessimism about the relationship between art and identity. The Fabelmans presents Spielberg's incredibly dark and complicated relationship with his family, his own Jewishness and his use of his talents as a filmmaker to reckon with those things. He weaponises his signiture warm, glowing, nostalgic side to frame more upsettingly the most upsetting parts of his upbringing. For Spielberg, cinema is a coping mechanism that has ripped his personal life apart, and it's truly remarkable that he is self-aware enough to admit that in front of the world.

Broadcast News (1987) dir. James L. Brooks

James L. Brooks doesn't have the best track record as a director, but when you make something like Broadcast News, it doesn't really matter what you do next because unless you're some kind of miracle worker, there's no way to top something this good.

Stories about journalists are like crack to me. I'm one of those weirdos who unironically loves Sorkin's The Newsroom; Spotlight is a comfort movie for me! Any story featuring journalists who are really great at their jobs, waxing poetic about the fourth estate, is going to work wonders for me. Add to that one of the best romantic dramedy dynamics in cinema history, and you have a recipe for the perfect Dan movie.

One of the most miraculous things about Broadcast News is the trio of performers at its centre, particularly Holly Hunter, who for my money is maybe the greatest ever living screen actor. The way she plays the burden of intelligence in conflict with a desire for connection is almost upsettingly brilliant, especially given the fact that this was her first big starring role. I really do believe that Brooks' screenplay for this film is one of the best ever written, with some of the most unflinchingly real, but still delightfully funny characters put to screen.

So, there we are. I guess you could see this as a 'four movies to get to know me' kind of thing. Coincidentally (or not, who can say), all four of these films are by Jewish directors, and all four of them feel distinctly Jewish to me in the ways they approach their themes and ideas. Beyond that, though, these are all films that make me feel a deep connection to their characters and the worlds they imagine.

What are your Four Favourites, and what do they say about you?

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Wolves - Jung Hoseok

A/N: I don’t know anything about medicine, or anything about the nursing field, or medical field, honestly, I hope google helped enough right now, hopefully this does not disappoint, also the stupid hospital soap they have in South Africa was useless, damn useless, they cause more drama than actual nursing and doctoring in it, so… Google, I hope you did not let me down here.

Happy Birthday, @taichoushadow​ !

Genres: Strangers to lovers, nurse!Hoseok AU, wolf whisperer!Hoseok AU, co-workers AU.

Warnings: AU, slow burn?, mutual pinning?, fluff, smut, descriptive sex scenes, medication mentioned, mention of animal abuse, a random elephant fact, kissing, nudism, explicit language, unprotected sex, sex outdoors, dominating Hoseok, Dominate!Hoseok, marking, dirty talk, hand job, male receiving oral, breast play, nipple play, cum tasting, fingering, clit stimulation, jealously, scratching, teasing, spitting, slight aftercare, rough sex, cowgirl, missionary, lotus.

W/C: 24.7K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

The rumours about some kind of ‘wolf whisperer’ had spread like wildfire around town, not just the town, but the entire country, about a month ago something strange, had happened, the once bewildered wolves were now calm as if someone or something had told them that they now had a protector and that there was no need for them to be on alert, you, however, you remained sceptical, a wolf whisperer? What kind of fairytale were people living in, yet, when you looked at the wolves laying next to the road outside of town when you went to the neighbouring town you couldn’t help but start to believe those rumours, what other explanation was there to their calm demeanour? Something like that doesn’t just happen with a snap of a finger, you look out your window as you drove past another spot that they had claimed as their resting spot, and sure enough, there was an entire pack calmly looking around them while the pups were playing.

You arrive at work and park in your usual parking space and turned the ignition off, you gather your bag and water bottle before climbing out of your car, you lock it and make your way inside the building, greeting your colleagues with a smile as you made your way to the small office where you would take over from your co-worker and start to take stock on everything.

“Ah, and there she is!” Kiara says as she spots you entering the office, you look up and saw a man also standing there, he was new, the white uniform seemed to fit perfectly with his honeyed skin tone and his black hair, he looks in your direction and subtle smiles at you, his lips were so full and almost seemed to form a heart. “This is, Y/n, she’ll be taking over from me now, so she will be the one showing you around and telling you whose medicine is who’s and which room they’re located in.” Kiara walks around the desk after logging out from her profile. “Y/n, this is our newest nurse, Jung Hoseok, he just moved here about a month or so ago, right?” Kiara looks at him, wanting to be sure she remembered correctly.

“Yes,” Hoseok says, your eyes almost widened hearing his voice, you weren’t sure how to describe it, it sounded so beautiful. “I wanted to settle in before starting here.”

“Oh, you’re the new employee we’ve heard so much about at the beginning of the month.” You say as you put your things down on your desk. “We heard that you got transferred here, and so we waited and waited.”

“And now we can put a face to the name, finally,” Kiara says. “All right, I’m going to go now, have a good day, Y/n.” Kiara gathers her things before leaving the office, waving at you and Hoseok, you look at the papers that had been placed on your desk.

“I’m a bit late because my car almost didn’t want to get going, so I’ll go with you today and introduce you to everyone.” You say as you pick up the keys to the medication cabinet. “I’m not sure if Kiara informed you, but if there’s ever an emergency, then you come straight to this office and tell me what you need, the key will always be with me.” You lead him out of the office and to the medical room. “Well, until my shift ends, and it becomes someone else’s problem.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, you almost stumble over your own feet as you heard his chuckle.

“Well, I hope that there aren’t many emergencies.” He says. “Hopefully things go smoothly.” You nod your head and use the key to unlock the door, you guide him inside.

“If I’m not in the office, then I’ll be here taking stock of everything, but always check the office first.” You instruct, he nods his head and watches as you begin working through the list of medicine you needed to get ready. “If you’re not sure about something, feel free to ask.”

“How long does your shift usually last?” He asks as you read through the list of medication you were preparing, you place a pill into a holder before turning your body slightly towards him.

“It’s usually from eight in the morning until one in the afternoon, there are some days I’m asked to work longer or take over someone else’s shift.” You say. “But those days are rare, everyone here is usually willing to help and be available when it comes to working here.”

“Everyone has been very welcoming since I've arrived this morning, is it always like this?” He asks, you nod your head.

“Almost everyone here is friendly, there are a few that aren’t, but most of the staff is friendly.” You say, you didn’t want to give away any names, but there were definitely a few co-workers that weren’t the friendliest, some of them you would like to keep an entire thousand miles away from you but unfortunately, you couldn’t, you had to endure them, luckily you had weekends to yourself, and you didn’t have to look or see them at all. “Do you work weekends?”

“Oh no, no, I do something else during the weekend, so you won’t be seeing me.” He says, you softly smile at him.

“Oh, no, I was just curious, because I don’t work weekends either.” You say. “So it seems like we will mostly be working together.” You pick up the pill containers. “Let me go show you who needs these.” You usher him out of the room and lock the door once you were outside, you guide him down the hallway. “Larry will be our first stop, he’s a very sweet old man, he needs these rights after he had his breakfast, usually someone else would take these to him, but since this is now your shift, it’ll be your job now.” You stop in front of a door and gently knock on it before opening the door. “Morning, Mr Larry.” You greet.

“Y/n,” Larry says as he heard your voice, he looks away from the window and at you. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

“They are keeping me busy in the office.” You say. “But today I’m showing our new staff member around.” Hoseok warmly smiles at the elder man sitting in his rocking chair. “He will be bringing your medication and Hae-Young will be visiting you on the weekends from now on.”

“You better be on time young man,” Larry says as he looked at Hoseok, Hoseok softly chuckles and nods his head.

“I will try my best to be here on time,” Hoseok says, you carefully hand Larry his morning medication before picking up the glass of water on the table and giving it to him.

“I’ll ask Chan-Hee to bring you some more water, or would you like some tea?” You ask as you watch him swallow his pills and take the glass from him and place it back down on the table near his rocking chair.

“Tea would be nice, make sure he makes it, he knows exactly how to make it,” Larry says, you nod your head giving him a warm smile.

“I’ll make sure that he makes your tea.” You say. “I’ll see you a little later, Larry.”

“Remember the tea,” Larry says.

“I will remember the tea.” You say as you exit the room, you close the door once Hoseok was outside the room. “Let me go introduce you to Chan-Hee.” You lead him down the hallway, the pale blue and white walls of the nursing home felt like such a grey world sometimes, but to you, being able to help the older generation when their children and grandchildren never visited, made it worth it, but the thought saddened you, their children just dropping them off and never visit them afterwards, knowing that the people who work in the nursing home will take care of them.

“He seems to really want Chan-Hee to make his tea.” Hoseok states, you nod your head and glance at the black-haired man.

“Chan-Hee makes excellent tea, it’s like he has the magic touch when it comes to making it.” You say, Hoseok nods his head as his lips slightly part. “A lot of us have tried to make it like he does, but it doesn’t taste the same.”

“A tea magician,” Hoseok says, you couldn’t help but chuckle and nod your head.

“You could say that.” You say and push open the door that led to the break room. “Chan-Hee!” You call out as you spot him lounging on the couch, he looks up before sitting upright. “Lounging again?”

“I had the night shift, it’s almost over,” Chan-Hee says, Hoseok steps into the room and closes the door behind him. “Oh, our newest employee!” Chan-Hee quickly stood from the couch.

“Chan-Hee, this is Hoseok, Hoseok, this is Chan-Hee, our tea magician.” You say, they quickly greet each other.

“I like the sound of tea magician,” Chan-Hee says. “So, is it Larry that asked for the tea?” It was like Chan-Hee could read minds, although it was a well-known fact that Larry loved Chan-Hee’s tea, you nod your head.

“He demanded that it had to be you to make it.” You say. “I think that can be your last task before you can go home.” Chan-Hee nods his head and pushes his hands into his pockets.

“I can’t wait until next week when I’m back during the day and I can have a peaceful night,” Chan-Hee says, you had heard that the night shift was tiring, and you could see it on Chan-Hee, his roommate usually dropped him off and picked him up, concerned he could get into an accident with how tired he was. “Let me go make that tea and clock out.” Chan-Hee looks at Hoseok. “Hey, don’t be rude to her, she’s an angel, you just can’t see her wings.”

“Chan-Hee!” You say, making him laugh as he leaves the room. “I uh… the… the common areas are the only places left, did anyone show them to you?”

“Well, I have to believe that there’s a wolf whisperer here, you can’t tell me that the wolves just changed that drastically because they wanted to,” Lucia says to Selina as they step into the break room. “Oh, Y/n, what are you doing here, didn't your shift just start?”

“I’m showing Nurse Jung around.” You say as you look at the two nurses in front of you. “This is Nurse Lucia and Nurse Selina, This is Nurse Jung Hoseok, the new nurse.” Lucia smiles at him and lifted her hand to her hair and begins to twirl the tips between her finger.

“Hello, nurse,” Lucia says, you stare at her, appalled at what she had just said and at her behaviour.

“Uh, let’s just go.” You say and practically push Hoseok out of the break room, you close the door once you were outside. “She will flirt with you, I can see it, so… try and stay clear if it bothers you.” You hadn’t noticed that Hoseok had gone stiff when he heard them talking about a wolf whisperer in town. “Hoseok?” You wave your hand in front of his face. “Hoseok?” You snap your fingers in front of him. “Hoseok?”

“Huh?” He says, as he snaps out of it, he blinks rapidly before looking at you. “I’m sorry, they were… Lucia… I will try and stay clear of her.” You slowly nod your head.

“Did she say anything that might have upset you?” You ask, you hadn’t heard anything specific that could be upsetting, but maybe something had upset him that you wouldn’t find that upsetting.

“No, no.” He says. “Nothing.” He might find that you’re kind, but he couldn’t trust you yet, he wasn’t sure who he could trust to keep his secret.

“Okay…” You say. “Must be the amount of perfume she bathes herself in.” He looks at you as you turn away from him. “I just wish she could use a little less, my nose is so sensitive to smell.” He had noticed the smell when Lucia and Selina had stepped into the break room, but his mind was stuck on the gossip of the wolf whisperer. “Anyway, let me go show you the common areas.”

The time quickly passed, and it was already time for you to head home, you gather your things and begin putting them into your bag, you pick up your water bottle and look at the remaining water inside it, you open it and swallow it down just as the door to the office opened, Lucas, another co-worker, steps into the room.

“I’m here to relieve you from your duties,” Lucas says as he drops his things on another table, you close the bottle cap and push the bottle into your bag.

“Well, aren’t you a saviour.” You say as you push your office chair against the table. “Enjoy it, Lucas, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” You pull the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

“I’ll try my absolute best!” Lucas says, you smile at him before exiting the office, only to almost bump into Hoseok as you turn away from the door after closing it.

“Shit, shit, sorry.” You quickly say, you notice a bag hanging from his shoulder, your eyes slowly move up, you catch sight of a silver necklace around his neck, you couldn’t see what was attached to it as it was hidden by the shirt he wore.

“It’s all right, you can’t see through the door,” Hoseok says. “How were you supposed to know I would be here?” You slowly nod your head. “I see you’re heading home also.” You and Hoseok begin walking to the front of the building towards the exit.

“Yes, it’s the end of my shift.” You say. “Uh, do you need a ride or are you… do you have one?” You wanted to be nice, even though you barely knew him, you just wanted to be sure he had a ride to wherever he may need to go.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I came with my car.” He says. “But thank you for the offer.” You warmly smile at him as you exit the building together.

“All right, well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” You say.

“See you tomorrow.” He says before you went your separate ways, you unlock your car and put your bag in first, you look across the parking area and saw him climbing into a black SUV, you weren’t sure what type it was, but it almost appeared to be an Audi RS Q8 model, you couldn’t tell with all the dirt and mud covering the black coloured car.

“Is he rich or something?” You mutter to yourself before climbing into your Fiat Punto. “If he is… why would he… ugh, leave it, it’s none of your business.” You pull your door close and put the keys into the ignition, as much as you tried to convince yourself that it was none of your business, you were curious, hopefully, you and Hoseok would get to know each other more and your questions would be answered as the time passes.

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It was finally weekend, and you had planned a day out in nature, you had packed a picnic basket for yourself and had chosen a book to take along to read while enjoying what nature had to offer, nature was just starting to come back alive after the winter season, you couldn’t wait to see the new leaves forming and flowers sprouting from the ground and grass slowly growing and becoming green to add a splash of colour to the world, the only thing you despised about summer, the heat, there was no escape from it unless it rained.

You step out of your bedroom and made your way to the kitchen, you lived in a small house, fortunate enough to have got the small house instead of an apartment, you loved the peace around you, glad that you didn't have to deal with noisy neighbours from upstairs or downstairs or even next door, the small home was located just outside of the town and gave you so much joy, the silence around you, except for that one neighbour that occasionally turned their music up too loud, it was almost perfect.

The house was just big enough for you, and always gave you a warm homey feeling when you returned home from work or from visiting your family, and the best part about it, you could break into a dance at any given time without anyone asking for an explanation, and that mini dance party could be anywhere, from the kitchen you were standing in currently to your bedroom or even to the bathroom, especially inside the shower, oh, how comfortable you can get when sitting on your couch watching television or just listening to music.

“Hmm… did I pack everything?” You ask yourself as you begin looking through the picnic basket. “Water, grapes, apples, sandwich… hmm… I hope I did.” You close the basket before pausing, you look at the fridge before opening the basket and took out the bottled water, you move towards the fridge and pull the door open, you put the water back into the fridge and took out the bottle of apple juice you had bought especially for today. “Now… now I have everything.” You put the apple juice in the basket and close it, you pick it up and make your way to the front door, you slip your shoes on and pick up your car keys before opening the front door, you step outside and turn around to lock your door before making your way to your car, you put the picnic basket in the back seat next to the blanket you had put in earlier.

You arrive at the wooded area and park your car in the parking area, the place was almost empty aside from two other cars, you cut the engine and climb out of your car, you open the back door and take the picnic basket out before taking the blanket and tugging it underneath your arm, you close the door and lock your car, checking if it had locked before you start moving down the pathway leading into the woods, you loved coming to this place, it was always so calming to hear the birds chirping and the water falling from somewhere, you hadn’t gone in search for it, yet, but you will… one day.

The sound of the birds chirping quickly reached your ears as you moved further into the woods, the sound of trees rustling as the wind blew, the smell from some flowers reached you, you softly smile, stopping for a moment to close your eyes and take it all in, you take in a deep breath before blowing it out while slowly opening your eyes. “Hmm.” You hum in relaxation before continuing down the path, you look around, admiring nature and all its forms and shapes and sizes. “How are we this lucky…” You stop near an open field and look around before making your way to a large tree that had enough shade for you to sit underneath it, you place the picnic basket on the ground before unfolding the blanket and throwing it open, letting it fall to the ground below, you pick up the basket and place it on the blanket before stepping out of your shoes and onto the blanket, you sit down and lean back against the tree trunk, you slowly look around, watching as some green grass sprouted between the brown grass, giving a splash of colour to the ground.

You sit in that position for a few minutes, just admiring nature before leaning towards the basket, you open it and check to see if any of the containers had moved onto your book, you let out a sigh when you found everything still where you had placed them, you take out the book and bring your knees up, putting the book against your legs, you open it and begin reading through the first page, feeling the wind blowing against your warm skin.

Hoseok moves through the woods with ease, his hands covered in dirt as he had just chased after a wolf to calm the poor creature down long enough for him to help the wolf, a piece of rope had been caught around its neck, and it needed help, luckily he had managed to calm the wolf down enough to help it, removing the rope before slowly backing away, using the necklace that had been in his family for generations, the necklace had given him the ability to talk to animals, or the animal that the universe chose for him, some days he wondered why the world had given him the wolves and not another animal but then seeing them after he had helped them was the only reminder he needed for him to stop questioning it, for a few days at least.

He quickly stops in the open field and looks around before spotting you, he wasn’t certain if it was you or not. ‘What is she doing out here in the woods, and on your own?’ He thought to himself before slowly moving closer, unaware of the sweat coating his skin, his eyes slightly squinting before he realized it was you, you could hear footsteps getting closer and closer, you look up and saw Hoseok approaching you, he looked so different in his black jeans that were ripped and the white t-shirt that was covered in mud. ‘The white uniform doesn’t do him any justice.’ You thought to yourself, but what had caught most of your attention was the way the sun shone down on his sweat covered golden skin, making it look like he was glowing.

“Y/n?” Hoseok asks, you nod as you close the book you were reading. “What are you doing out here?” He had helped the wolf not far from this location, was this another place people considered safe enough to sit, or did people know that someone had set traps for wolves?

“Hoseok…” You almost gasp, his black hair stuck to his forehead, goddesses, he was ethereal. “I uh, I’m enjoying nature, I’m on a nature day…” ‘Did that sound weird?’ You thought to yourself, wanting the world to swallow you after you practically gasped out his name. “What… what are you doing here?”

“Oh… I…” He begins, he couldn’t tell you what he had actually been doing, you would think he’s insane. “Was taking a stroll through the woods.” You nod your head, he now stood at the end of the blanket, looking down at him while you stared up at him, trying to keep eye contact instead of letting your eyes wander over him, but your curiosity got the best of you and your eyes did fall lower, only to see his hands covered in dirt as well as his clothes.

“Wha… what happened?” You ask as your eyes move back to his.

“What do you mean?” He asks, unaware of the dirt on his hands and clothes, he looks down and that he was covered in dirt and that his jeans had been ripped from skidding on the ground.

“Your hands and clothes…” You trail off, he begins to dust his jeans, trying to remove most of the dirt.

“Oh, well…” He begins, a faint chuckle laced in his tone, trying to laugh it off and not make you dig any deeper than needed. “I tripped earlier, I didn’t even notice I was covered in dirt.” The dirt wasn’t coming off his clothes nor his hands. “I’m lucky though.”

“Why do you say that?” You ask. “You tripped, how is that lucky?” You wanted to move onto your knees and closer to him, but ended up hesitating.

“I could have been hurt, but from what I can tell, I don’t have a scratch anywhere.” He says, he lifts his hand to look at them, noticing some faint scrapes on them, luckily none of them had blood on it, during his first week at the nursing home he had quickly learned that blood is not your friend, he had learned that the hard way and made a mental note to keep you away from any bloody incidents that could happen in the future.

“Are you sure?” You ask, he could hear the concern in your tone and saw the hesitation in your movement, he nods his head.

“Yes.” He says. “I just need to change my clothes, then it’ll be as if I never even tripped.” You nod your head, not believing that he wasn’t hurt anywhere, but you left it at that, in case he was bleeding anywhere. “You’re aware that there are wolves in the area, right?” He was concerned about you, about your safety, you were his colleague and he was concerned about an incident possibly happening.

“I am.” You say. “Although I’ve never seen one while here, I’m aware that there are wolves in this area.” He nods. “They’re such beautiful creatures, I want to see one, but at the same time I don’t want to.” That had piqued Hoseok’s interest, he had no idea that you liked wolves. “I just wish people could leave them alone, but no, hunters have to ruin everything.” He could see your brows furrowing and your lips slightly forming a pout as you glared at nothing particular.

“You care about the wolves?” Hoseok asks, he wanted to step onto the blanket and join you, wanting to ask more, but he wasn’t sure if you would allow him into your space.

“I adore them.” You say. “They’re so free and beautiful.” You put the book down next to you. “You should be careful, hunters have placed traps everywhere in the woods, the fuckers.” Hoseok’s brows furrow as he felt anger bubbling up inside him, now he understood why the wolf had run around with the rope stuck around its neck, it was being terrorized.

“Thank you for the warning.” He says, he would call his friends and have them come and help him get rid of everything. “Enjoy your nature day, and stay safe.” You wanted to ask if wanted to join you, but you suddenly felt too shy to do so.

“You too.” You say. “Stay safe, and I’ll see you Monday.” He nods his head, the corner of his lips twitching as he wanted to faintly smile at you, he quickly turns around and leaves you alone on the blanket to enjoy nature, you watch as he walks down the pathway you had come from before he disappeared into the distance.

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It was an unusual day for you today, something felt a little off to you, the entire morning at work you felt off and decided you should take a walk to clear your head, with your phone in your hand you zoom in on the bird that you wanted to take a picture of, turning the phone for a better angle, just as you tap the button you heard a loud whine from a dog nearby, you lock your phone as you turn to search where the sound had come from, eyes wide at the distressed whine and how close it was, your eyes fall on a dog that was limping around a yard while a man was chasing after the poor animal in anger, with the day already feeling off, you didn’t think clearly and decided to intervene, you should have probably called the police or animal control, but you couldn’t stand seeing people being pieces of shits with animals, you absolutely despised when someone treated animals wrongly.

Hoseok was across the street when he had heard the cry for help, he turns in the direction from where he had heard it come from only to see you storming towards the source from where the crying was coming from, he quickly pulls his phone from his pocket and sent a text to one of his friends he had made throughout the years, luckily his friend was in town, and he was helping the police, his feet quickly carries him towards the residence as he saw the man raising his hand, before the man’s hand could even touch you, Hoseok had grabbed the man’s wrist, gripping it firmly.

“You fucking low life.” Hoseok practically growls out as he glared at the man, your eyes widen more as you take a surprise step backwards, you didn’t expect that Hoseok would show up out of nowhere. “Garbage, that’s what you are!” He roughly releases the man’s wrist.

“How dare you?!” The man says loudly, a crowd quickly started to form around the yard, some started to record the incident while others decided to call for help in case the situation escalated. “You are on private property!”

“It’s not private property if you want to be an asshole to a poor animal!” You say loudly as you move around Hoseok, Hoseok glances at the dog that was cowering near the fence, he could hear exactly what the poor dog was saying with the necklace around his neck. “You’re a damn monster!”

“The damned th—“ The man begins, only for Hoseok to snap his gaze back at the man and cut him off.

“Animal, he’s an innocent animal!” Hoseok says through gritted teeth, his glare hardening, the man’s eyes widen at the stare he was receiving, fuck, did you wish you could see it because it looked like he was about to shit in his pants. “You don’t deserve to have them!” You look back at the dog, unsure if you should approach him, sirens could be heard from a distance.

“Now you two are in big trouble.” The man says as police vehicles stopped in the road, several people started to crowd around the police, stopping them to show what they had recorded to avoid any conflict or wrong arrests, they have had enough of their neighbour and hearing a dog cry for help. “Officers, arrest them for trespassing!” Another car stops, the uniforms and logo on the side of the truck were quickly recognized as the local veterinarians.

“You should be arrested as well,” Hoseok says. “For animal abuse!” One of the vets took a look at the shaking dog and turned to the police to discuss something with them.

“Whose residence is this?” The lead officer asks, Hoseok makes eye contact with the officer, sending his friend a clear message through his eyes.

“Mine!” The man says.

“And the dog?” Minjun says.

“Mine!” The man says, Minjun nods and turns to his team to order them, you couldn’t hear what he had told them, but they suddenly moved towards you and the man before putting cuffs on the man, they had seen enough evidence, luckily one of the neighbours had recorded for weeks how the man abused the poor animal and several whining sounds coming from inside the house, Hoseok moves away from everyone and slowly approaches the dog, making sure everyone was busy before he started talking to the dog.

“It’s okay… you’re going to be okay.” Hoseok softly says. “What?” You turn towards Hoseok and saw him crouched in front of the dog and talking to him.

“What are you doing?” You quietly ask, Hoseok looks up at you.

“There are more dogs inside the house, they’re being kept in the basement.” He says, your eyes widen as you bring your hand to your mouth in shock.

“More? He’s abusing more?” You ask in shock, he nods his head, you turn around to face the officers. “Officer, please check everywhere, there could be more animals here!” Minjun gave his orders to his team, the backyard was searched before the house was searched.

“We found more dogs!” Someone yelled from inside the house, you look back at Hoseok and saw him putting the crystal that was attached to the necklace back into his shirt, almost hiding it from everyone. “We’ll take it from here.” You nod your head before exiting the yard, Hoseok follows you, you both give your statements before walking away from the scene.

Hoseok couldn’t help but feel a fondness growing inside him, as much as he tried to keep everyone an arm's length away, you somehow managed to crawl into his life, and now even further into his life knowing that you cared about animals as much as he did, maybe he could let you into his life… maybe he could tell you his secret, maybe he could trust you.

“Are you busy this weekend?” Hoseok suddenly asks, you look at him, you were almost the same height as him so you didn’t have to tilt your head upwards to look at him.

“I don’t think I have any plans.” You say unsure. ‘Why did he want to know?’ You wondered to yourself, you tilt your head to the side, brows raised a little.

“If you don’t have anything planned, would you like to go get ice cream with me?”

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You stood inside the ice cream parlour with Hoseok at your side Saturday morning, well, almost afternoon, it was eleven when you had met up with in front of the ice cream parlour, a line was formed inside, and you were almost at the front of it.

“Which ice cream flavour do you like the most?” You ask as you turn your face to look at him, his hands were in the pockets of his black jeans, a black shirt covering his torso, your eyes lingered on his exposed collarbone before looking at his face, luckily he hadn’t seen you were staring, or you hoped he hadn’t.

“Hmm, chocolate.” He says. “But I’m willing to try new flavours, but I always take chocolate.” You nod. “What’s your preferred flavour?” You look ahead of you as you move closer to the front.

“Oh, this place has the best melon flavoured ice cream.” You say. “I absolutely love coming here for melon or monchou flavoured ice cream.”

“Are you saying I should absolutely give those a try?” He asks in a teasing tone, a smile on his lips as he looked at you, you glanced at him a faint smile forming on your lips.

“I’m saying, that you can definitely try it, but you don’t have to if you want chocolate.” You say, the person in front of you gets their ice cream, and you step forward.

“Hello, welcome to the fable ice cream parlour, what can we serve you today?” The girl asks from behind the counter, you look through the display case and saw your favourite.

“I’ll have one melon cone.” You say as you look back at the girl, she taps on the computer screen and turns her attention to Hoseok, you could see her lips parting as she stared at him, you look at him, you couldn’t blame her, your jaw had almost dropped to the floor when you had met him.

“I’ll have chocolate with a cone.” He says as he looks up at the girl, she nods her head and taps on the screen, the due amount shows up on the screen facing you, you were about to reach for your wallet when Hoseok placed some money on the counter. “Thank you.” Your lips slightly part in disbelief, he hadn’t mentioned that he would pay for yours as well, the girl takes the money from the counter and opens the cash register, putting it inside and took out change and hands it to him.

“Thank you for buying at the fable ice cream parlour.” She says as someone else begins preparing your ice creams, your ice cream was given first before they gave Hoseok his, you move out of the way and exit the shop as you lick the melon flavoured ice cream.

“Hmm… still as good!” You say as your taste buds dance around in your mouth, Hoseok licks his ice cream, tasting the chocolate. “So, where are we going or where do you want to go?”

“Oh, I read up and saw that there’s a park nearby.” He says. “I've been wanting to visit it, and I see this as a good reason to go visit it.” You smile to yourself as you feel your neck and cheeks heating up.

“You either planned for today or it’s just coincidence.” You say, glancing at him before taking a lick from your ice cream. “It’s a beautiful park, you might like it, I don’t know… I don’t know you that well yet to know what you’ll like or won’t like.” He takes a lick from his ice cream.

“Then we should change that today.” He says. “I think we should get to know each other today, we’ve been working together for almost five months now, and we barely know each other.” You nod your head, it’s almost been five months since he first started working at the nursing home, and you only knew each other’s names and that you both liked and enjoyed being in nature, well, you assumed he liked being in nature after you had seen him in the woods that one Saturday, a week after you had met him. “Let’s change it today, were you born here?”

“Hmm.” You hum as you nod your head. “This is home, even though it can get a little boring at times, it’s still home.” You look around as the buildings became less, and a large park came into view. “What about you, where were you born?”

“Gwangju, South Korea.” He says. “But we travelled a lot, so we didn’t get to stay there for long.” You nod before taking a lick from your ice cream. “About ten years ago I went off on my own, and settled down in smalls towns, but it was time for a change of scenery, and that’s how I ended up here.”

“Do you get bored staying in one place?” You ask, gosh how he wished he could stay in one place but with the ability he possessed, it wasn’t always easy, especially if he heard that wolves were being targeted in different places, he had heard this place had several large packs of wolves and decided to move here to protect them while the friend’s he had made through the years went to the other places to protect them, and hopefully get them back to his sanctuary that was located just outside of town.

“Something like that.” He says. “Have you ever considered leaving and going somewhere else?”

“Yes, I want to explore a little more of the world.” You say. “But right now I can’t, but maybe one day I will be able to.” He nods his head as he makes a mental note. “Which places have you seen or been to?” He softly chews the inside of his cheek as he thought for a moment, he’s been almost around the entire globe.

“I think it would be almost easier to say where I haven’t been yet.” He says with a light chuckle at the end, your lips slightly part as your eyes widen, you couldn’t help but gasp at the thought that he’s seen more than half of the world, you bring your ice cream back to your mouth, taking a lick from it as you think about what you’re going to say next.

“I uh… wow.” You mutter causing him to chuckle, you enter the park quietly eating your ice cream as you thought, you heard a crunch from next to you and turned your head to look at him and saw him biting into the cone. “You ate fast.”

“I wasn’t spaced out.” He says, your jaw drops, and you could only nod, you had been spaced out as you thought about all the places he had seen, although, you weren’t even sure where all those places were. “All over Europe, most of America.”

“Is that where you’ve been?” You cautiously ask, he nods his head as he finishes his ice cream, you bite into the cone and begin chewing on it.

“And then obviously South Korea as well.” He says, making you giggle, you bring your hand to your mouth to cover it. “Sorry, I hope that you didn’t almost make you choke on that.” You swallow as and wave your hand in the air.

“I’m all right, I almost did, but didn’t.” You say, stopping in your tracks to finish your ice cream, Hoseok looks around, seeing the pond not too far away and ducks swimming in it.

“Are there always ducks?” He asks as he turns to you, he had moved a couple of steps ahead of you to get a clearer look at the pond.

“Hmm, they’re always there enjoying it, although during the winter it’s a little hard for them to enjoy it.” You say before using the napkin that was given with the ice cream to wipe your mouth, making sure there wasn’t any ice cream on your chin or at the corners of your lips, you crumble it up and place it into your pocket to toss it away when you find a trashcan. “The pond freezes over since it’s kind of small and shallow.”

“It’s not that deep?” He asks as you walk past him and towards the pond.

“It was once deep, but now it just stops past your ankles.” You say, he quickly moves to catch up with you, you stop near the pond and watch as the ducks wash themselves. “It used to be much deeper, but there was a time when we didn’t get a lot of rain, and it dried up a little.”

“Oh…” He says as he looks around, making a mental note about the place, it was filled with nature, yet the public seems to be around, and some places seemed like it had deteriorated, obviously, the pond had become too small, but it didn’t seem like whoever was supposed to keep the park up and running was going to do something about it.

“Do you have a favourite wild animal?” You ask while looking at him, your brows slightly raised in curiosity. “Or just an animal you like the most?” He turns to look at you, his cheeks puffed up as he tilts his head to the side.

“It’s always been the wolf or anything relates to the canine species.” He says. “Although all animals are beautiful creatures, the canine species just have a special place in my heart.” You nod as you mentally start listing all the canine animals you could remember at that moment. “What about you, do you have a favourite one?”

“Elephants.” You say. “Although the wolves are in my top ten, elephants are just so beautiful, giant yet gentle.” Hoseok nods. “Their big floppy ears and then the tiny tail, did you know that they communicate with each other through vibrations, body language and scents?” Hoseok looks away from you, hoping he could hide the smile that was growing on his lips, hearing you talk so excitedly about elephants and giving a fact about your favourite animal made something in his mind start to drift, the walls he had built up for years were slowly crumbling down, and he desperately tried to repair it, but the more he tried to fix that wall, the faster your broke it down without even knowing it. “Is there something about wolves I don’t know?” He looks at you and saw you staring at him, your eyes practically sparkling with curiosity.

“I uh, uhm…” He stutters as he begins to search through his brain. “I’m not sure if there’s a fact that you don’t know, but I can try my best to give you one that you might not know.” You nod your head as you eagerly wait for him to tell you.

“If you can’t think of one right now, then I expect an answer on Monday at work.” You say as you hold your hand out for him to shake. “Deal?”

“Deal.” He says as he takes your hand, the warmth from his hand enveloping yours, you weren’t sure how to describe how his hand felt, soft yet, it felt like he did a lot of outdoor work and the way his hand was also sculpted. “It will give me enough time to think of a fact that I’m positive you haven’t heard before.”

“I look forward to hearing that fact then.” You say as you look at him, a soft smile on your lips, you slowly release his hand and allow your arm to fall back to your side. “Uh, there’s still much of the park to see, let’s go.” You move past him, he quickly turns around and catches up to you, you spent hours showing him around the giant park that not only did the place have animals in it but a variety of different types of flowers growing, you had asked him more questions to get to know I’m better, and he did the same, by the time you had moved through the park you had learned more about each other than in the past five months.

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Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and soon it was almost an entire year as time seemed to pass by quickly, and you continued to grow closer and closer to Hoseok, at least once a month you and him would meet for lunch and talk about what you couldn’t talk about during work hours, Hoseok could feel himself wanting to open up to you more and more, when his shift was over, and he returned home he would sit and debate for hours long if he should tell you or not, let you in on his family secret, introduce you to his world.

“Y/n,” Hoseok says as he steps into the office you were in, busy sorting through some papers and checking when the next delivery will be for medication. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” You nod your head as you put your pen down and push the papers to the side to give him your full attention.

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” You ask and place your hands on your thighs as you look up at him.

“I was wondering if you’re busy this weekend, I would like to invite you over to my house and show you around the place.” He says, he knew what he was risking, but it would hopefully be worth the risk, he wanted to show you what he did when he wasn’t working as a nurse, most importantly, he wanted to show you the sanctuary he had built for wolves, he was planning on staying for a long time and wanted a place where he could treat injured or sick wolves, his friends that were scattered over the world usually brought the injured or sick wolves to him, and he would help them and then see if they’re in any shape to return to their homes, if not, he would keep them around for longer if not until they reach the end of their lives.

“Ooh, you want to take me home now, hmm?” You say as a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, he could see the playfulness in your eyes, you place your elbows on the table and rest your head on your hands as you look at him.

“Not in that kind of way.” He says with a soft chuckle at the end. “I just think it’s time I show you what I do in my free time.” He chose his words carefully, he didn’t just want to drop the bomb that he owned a sanctuary and that he could talk to wolves, he wanted to ease you into it before dropping that bomb on you.

“Luckily for you, I don’t have any plans.” You say as you lift your head from your hands and lay your arms down on the table. “I’ll text you my address, and then you can come and pick me up.”

After that conversation it almost felt like the week was passing too slow for you, you weren’t sure if it was because you were excited to see his home and see what he does when he’s not working or if it was because you had developed feelings for him and would be spending time alone with him at his home, or was it because he was allowing you into his personal space, it was probably time you also invite him into your personal space, your home, you hadn’t ever invited over any of your co-workers, but then again, you weren’t as close with your other co-workers as you were with Hoseok.

Saturday morning rolled around, and you waited patiently for him to arrive at your home, a cup of warm tea was firmly in your hands as you stood in your backyard looking over the garden, making mental notes which flowers and plants to invest in to decorate when spring would return, which was only a month from now, the morning air felt cool, and you stepped back inside, placing the cup of tea on the counter and made your way to your bedroom, quickly finding a jacket, thin enough yet thick enough, so it wouldn’t be too warm while wearing it, you step out of your bedroom and saw your phone lighting up on the kitchen counter right next to your cup of tea, quickly approaching it to check it, you saw a text from Hoseok saying he will be at your home in about ten to fifteen minutes, enough time for you to finish your tea.

A knock on your door made you stand from the couch and push your phone into the pocket of your jacket, you move to the door and open it a quarter of the way and peek through the opening, just to be sure it was Hoseok, your lips curl into a smile once you confirm it was him and opened the door wider.

“Good morning.” You greet him. “Did you have a good trip all the way here?”

“Good morning.” He says with a smile, the heart-shaped smile you had slowly fallen in love with. “I did, no troubles along the way.”

“That’s good.” You say.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks, you nod your head.

“Aah, yes, let’s go.” You say and step outside your home, you turn towards the door and lock it before turning around to look at him. “So it’s outside of town, right?” You follow him to his car, the Audi you had seen so many times in the parking area at work.

“It is.” He says as he moves to the passenger side door and wrapped his fingers around the handle and pulled the door open for you, you give him a soft smile before letting it fade a little, nothing could really wipe your smile off your face, you climb into the car and look around, the interior looked expensive, he closes the door as soon as he was sure every part of you was inside, and he wouldn’t accidentally hurt you by closing the door, he walks around to the driver's side and climbs in, he closes the door and puts the key into the ignition, the engine purrs to life, and he changes the gears from park to drive.

“On the other side from here?” You ask as you glance out the window at the buildings and trees on the street passing by, you turn your head to look at him as you enter the town, his focus was on the road ahead of him.

“Yes.” He says, glancing at you for a split second before looking back at the road. “It’s a little big, but you will understand why when we arrive.” You nod your head and glanced at the radio, you could hear the music playing softly, the song sounds familiar to you.

“Do you ever miss your home country?” You suddenly ask as you hear some lyrics to the song, you look back at him and pull at the seatbelt as it started rubbing at your neck.

“I was young when we left it, I would like to back one day, but only for a few weeks.” He says. “And act like a tourist.” You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“Well, if you don’t remember much from it, then surely you will be a tourist there.” You say and look out the window, only just noticing how quickly the ride was going and that you were already on the other side of town. “But wouldn’t that be something… to be a tourist in your home country or city?” You look back at him as you begin to fiddle with your fingers. “I think it could be a fun adventure.”

“Speaking the language, but at the same time being a tourist in it.” He says. “It would make things a lot easier when travelling around or looking for specific places.”

“It would.” You say. “But even if you speak the language, you will get lost, I’m talking from experience.”

“Oh, what happened, if you want to share.” He says as he glanced at you before focusing on the road again, you once again pull at the seat belt as it rubs at your neck again.

“Well, it’s almost a little funny.” You say as you start telling him the adventure of how you got lost, while telling him the story you hadn’t noticed you were already on the other side of town, only when you reached the end of the story, and he turned down a dirt road did you notice you were no longer in town and was surrounded by a thick forest. “And that’s what had happened.” You were in a daze at the trees that you had missed him laughing at the story.

“That sounds interesting, getting lost in your own town.” He chuckles, he could see from the corner of his eye that you were looking out the window with amazement in your eyes, you slowly look away from the window to look at him.

“I think I’ve heard about this in a movie.” You say. “Is this the part where you reveal that you’re actually a serial killer?” He stops in front of a large gate and rolls his window down, he leans out the window and presses in a code, you look ahead of you and saw the gate opening.

“Do you think I’m a serial killer?” He asks as he sits back in his seat. “Do I look like one?” He was staring at you now, you look away from the gate and at him.

“Serial killers don’t always look like scruffy creeps.” You say. “They can be the ones we least expect, so… should I be worried?” He chuckles and drivers through the gate, you thought he would stop and wait for the gate to close, but he continued down the road, you look in the side-view mirror and saw the gate closing in the distance.

“I’m not a serial killer, I can give you my word on that.” He says, you look away from the mirror and at him, your eye-catching a glimpse of a house behind some trees. “I am however entrusting you with a secret of mine.” You refused to look away from him, you could feel your heart rate picking up. “And I hope you won’t tell anyone about it.”

“It really depends on this secret, Hoseok.” You say, the car comes to a halt and the engine cuts out, he unlocks the doors and turns to you as he opens his door.

“Don’t be frightened, they can smell your fear.” He says. “Come and find out.” He climbs out of the car, you quickly open the door and climb out.

“They can smell fear?” You ask with wide eyes, you close the car door and move to the front of the car, your eyes glancing at his house, it was a greyish colour and there were large windows at the front door, you could see a balcony, and it appeared that it was around the house.

“I bet you’re wondering why I live in the middle of a forest.” He says, you look away from the house.

“I kind of am.” You say as you look at the trees surrounding the house, you now understood why his car was always covered with mud and dust. “Aside from the obvious serial killer thing, maybe you just prefer nature over the city, maybe you’re not a people person, or you hate suburbs.”

“Hahaha, close, you’re very close.” He says before walking towards a pathway that led to his backyard, if a backyard even existed with this amount of forest surrounding the place, you quickly follow behind him, a million questions floating through your mind, it almost felt like you were spinning. “Wolves are beautiful creatures, and unfortunate, many people hunt them for sports or because they see them as a threat.” You follow him all the way down the pathway, it suddenly started opening up as you reach the backyard, you froze in your step and your eyes widen as you spot a brown wolf laying in the sun.

“Ho— Hose— Hoseok.” You whisper, not wanting to startle the wolf and cause trouble. “You… he, oh my fucking, what the fuck?” More wolves enter your vision, all laying in the shade or in the sun, some on rocks “I uh… ha ha… I hate to break it to you, but you have a wolf invasion.” You try and joke about it, but inside it felt like your soul wanted to leave your body, you look towards Hoseok only to see him approaching the brown wolf that was asleep in the sun. “Oh… oh… oh fuck, what are you doing?” You watch as he crouches down next to the wolf before gently starting to pat the wolf, the wolf lifts his head to look at Hoseok.

“Are you going to come closer or are you going to stay there where they can smell your fear?” You hear him ask from the distance, you suddenly felt several eyes on you as the wolves now all stared at you, you take in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before you slowly and cautiously moved towards Hoseok, hoping that you wouldn’t trip over your own feet and startle them. “They won’t attack you.” He looks over his shoulder at you. “They know that you’re not a threat to them, but they know you’re scared.”

“Ho— How?” You quietly ask as you move closer and closer until you were behind him. “How would you know if they will attack me or not?” You weren’t sure if you could trust him at this moment, but something inside your gut told you that you were completely safe and that nothing would happen to you.

“Because this is their save haven.” He says. “They know anyone I invite in here is not a threat to them.” One of his hands move to his neck, and he pulls the necklace that was hidden in his shirt, a crystal was attached to it. “This… with this they can understand me and I can understand them.”

“I should fucking run because this sounds insane.” You say as you look around. “But seeing how calm they are… I don’t know what’s crazier to believe right now, that you can talk to them and that they can talk to you or the fact that they’re so damn calm with us here.” He removes the necklace from around his neck and extends his arm out to you.

“The necklace chooses the animal for me, the animal I’m destined to help.” He says, you carefully take the necklace and hold it up to examine it. “Whoever I trust enough will be able to hear those animals also.” You lower the necklace slightly before looking at the wolf in front of him.

“So… they… this… I’m sorry, this is just a little too crazy for me to believe.” You say and move to give his necklace back to him.

“How is it crazy, I’m sure you can hear us also.” The voice didn’t belong to Hoseok but to the wolf laying in front of him, your eyes widen in shock and your lips part. “Shocking to hear me talk… I’m shocked he brought home a beautiful woman, it’s usually just his friends he invites over.”

“Wha…” You begin to say, Hoseok takes the necklace from you and places it back around his neck. “I… he… spoke.”

“Let’s go inside, I’m sure this is a lot to absorb.” He says as he stood upright, he places his hands on your shoulders and guides you towards his home, he carefully guides you up the few steps and opened the back door, he leads you into his home, you entirely missed seeing the spacious kitchen and only felt the soft cushions from the couch when he had guided you to sit down on it, the million questions you had, had multiplied, you had so many questions, and you weren’t sure which one to ask first. “Take your time, I’ll go make you some tea.” You could only nod your head before he disappeared from your view, and you were left to stare out the large window that displayed the trees surrounding his home.

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That wasn’t the last time you ended up visiting his sanctuary, after everything had sunk in, and you had asked your questions, you visited his home almost every day just to see him work with the wolves, just watching him work with them made you want to have a closer look, but you stayed inside, keeping a large distance between you and the wolves, he had even shown you what he would need to clean up a wound in case he was in a rush, you were hesitant at first, your nerves settled the slightest bit, but you quickly learned which things he always used, you would never be brave enough to help him clean a would on a wolf because of the blood.

You quickly learned that each month a new wolf appeared on the sanctuary while another wolf or two disappeared, you never asked where they went or how the new wolves arrived or where they’re from, until one day he had told you that his friends were scattered over the globe, and they were helping him, finding injured wolves and bringing them to his sanctuary and then took the healed wolves back to where they belong, giving them each a warning to be careful and not allow just anyone near them, thankfully with the help of his special necklace they were able to understand him.

Now knowing his secret you only grew closer and closer to him, and he grew closer and closer to you, everyone at work had noticed it as well and speculated that you were dating, but neither of you had made it official yet, but there was no doubt that you wanted to date him and call him yours, you wanted to be held in his arms or even just hold his hand when walking through a park or going on an ice cream date, which had become a monthly thing, and it had become tradition that on each ice cream date that you would ask him a random wolf fact, which he found adorable, he quickly learned that if you didn’t ask him for a random wolf fact on your dates that something was wrong or bothering you, he also quickly learned that you liked to dance around at random times and would join in with you.

As winter approaches you knew for a fact that you were in love with him, he had almost consumed your thoughts, when you would be making dinner, you could imagine him there helping you with it, when you were brewing your tea, you could imagine him wrapping his arms around you from behind and give you a kiss on the cheek before asking you about your day or tell you about his day.

And the few nights that you did stay over at his place it was almost exactly like that, the two of you would work on dinner together and later on he would boil the water while you prepared the cups of tea, you would then sit on the couch together and tell each other about the day you’ve each had if you’ve spent it apart, even if you were together, you would end up sharing how you felt during the day.

It was another night at his sanctuary, you were looking out the window and up at the starry night sky, the twinkling stars decorated it along with the crescent moon that was just peeking out from the treetops, Hoseok had gone to check up on one of the new wolves while you waited for him to return, your thoughts started to drift to how kind he is, how kind-hearted he is to rescue and help those wolves outside, he could have decided to ignore his family tradition, but instead he decided to dedicate his life to it.

You hear the back door open and close before hearing his footsteps getting closer and closer to you before you felt his front almost pressing against your back, you could see yours and his reflection in the window, he lifts his hands as if he wanted to wrap them around you and hold you, you quickly turn around to face him, his hands instantly dropping to his side.

“Do you have any idea…” You trail off as your eyes slowly take in his facial features before settling on his eyes. “How kind-hearted you are?” You move closer to him and lift your arms. “Because you are, your soul is just as kind…” Your fingers wrap around the fabric of the white t-shirt he was wearing.

“Is this some kind of confession?” His tone was low as he asked, he places his hands on your waist and slowly backs you up until your back was pressed against the large glass window. “Because I wanted to go first.” His warm brown eyes searched yours for any rejection or discomfort. “Surely I’m not the only one feeling like this.”

“I’m not a mind reader to know what you’re feeling.” You say, you could feel the tips of his fingers twitching on your waist. “How do you feel?” He leans closer, his eyes never waving from yours.

“This… this connection between us.” He says. “This… pull for the past year and a half, if it’s not been two years, it’s been pulling me closer to you.” Your fingers tighten around his shirt. “You’re the first person I’ve allowed into this space, into my social bubble… the first person I’ve trusted, aside from the people that were already close to me, you entered my life and surprised me.”

“Surprised you?” You ask as your brows furrow, and you tilt your head to the side. “How did I surprise you?”

“With your kind-hearted soul.” He whispers. “To be honest, you really broke down the walls I had built up for years when you helped those poor dogs from that poor excuse of a human.”

“That was almost two years ago…” You say as you think back to that day, afterwards you had thought about the situation and realized how lucky you were that day, you could have ended up injured if it wasn’t for Hoseok being in the neighbourhood.

“That’s when you started breaking them down, entering my life, showing me that there are still good people in this world.“ He says, his hands slowly move up from your waist. “I’ve had this pull towards you for almost over a year now… before I even brought you here, I realized I had much deeper feelings for you.”

“Deeper than just friendship?” You softly ask, he nods his head. “Deeper as in…” You take in a deep breath. “Love?” You breathe out.

“Yes.” He whispers and searches your eyes for any hesitation. “What are your feelings?” He could feel his heart drumming in his chest, the confession now out in the open, he had told himself that the worst thing that could happen is that you could say no.

“When you showed up that day… I first thought you were crazy for talking to the dog, then telling me that there are more dogs inside the house…” You say, making him close his eyes and chuckle as he thought back. “But when the dogs were discovered, I let it slide, maybe it was just dumb luck… but now knowing the truth, even when not knowing the truth…” He leans closer to you, if that were possible.

“Then I’ll ask you out officially.” He says. “Usually in the movies or in drama series there would be a candlelit dinner or a Ferris wheel, but I feel like we’re a little different.” His hands cup your cheeks, pushing some of your hair out of the way. “And by that I mean, I can talk to wolves, and you’ve accepted me, kept my secret, you could have told me to leave you alone, instead you continued to make me feel welcomed in your life.”

“This is starting to sound more and more like a marriage proposal.” You say as he stopped to take in a deep breath, he couldn’t help but lay his forehead against yours as he chuckles.

“It’s not.” He chuckles before getting his laughing under control enough for him to continue. “But I am trying to ask you out.”

“All right, go ahead.” You say.

“Y/n, will you go out with me, as in, be my girlfriend?” He asks, you nod your head.

“Yes, yes I will, I’ve been waiting very long for you to ask me that.” You say. “Because I adore what you do… what you’ve chosen to do.” You lean closer and closer until your lips touch, his musk invaded your lungs, he could taste the lemon flavoured tea you had drunk just moments ago.

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Hoseok carefully stood from the bed, his eyes lingering on your sleeping form as he quietly made his way out of the bedroom, careful not to wake you, he was planning to take you to one of his favourite spots on his sanctuary, he wanted to gather everything that had to be taken along as quietly as possible, he knew how grumpy you could become when you were woken up from your sleep, he was already busy putting everything into a large backpacking bag when you woke up and left the bedroom in search for him.

“Morning.” You sleepily say as you bring your hand to your mouth to cover the yawn that already escaped, he couldn’t help but smile as he continued to pack things into the bag, your disbelieved hair with how tired you looked made you look even more adorable. “What are you doing?”

“Morning sleepy head.” He says. “Did you have a good night’s rest?” You nod your head as you move closer to the kitchen island, you place your elbows on it and lean forward, a slight pout on your lips.

“What are you doing?” You ask again as you placed your hands underneath your chin and looked at him.

“I���m packing some things for a trip today.” He says. “I’m going to take you to my favourite spot on the sanctuary.” Your eyes lit up hearing that.

“Oh, then I should go brush my teeth and get dressed, are we having breakfast here?” You ask as you push yourself away from the kitchen island.

“I’ll start with breakfast in a moment, we can’t go on an empty stomach.” He says, you nod. “So go ahead and go freshen up.”

“I’ll be right out to help.” You say before disappearing up the stairs and back into the bedroom and to the bathroom, Hoseok places the final item into the bag and zips it close and places it near the back door against the glass window, he swiftly moves around the kitchen as he gathers ingredients for the breakfast he was going to make, which was apple pancakes, a dish he quickly learned was one of your favourites, he cuts the apples in halves before slicing them into thinner pieces, he begins mixing all the ingredients together before getting a pan out and heating it up, he mixes the pancake mix once again before spreading a thin layer on the pan before adding the apples, he takes out a spatula from the draws and places it next to the stove to use in a few minutes, you enter the kitchen while pulling at your shirt, pulling it into place. “It already smells so nice, I can smell the apple in it.” You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle and lays your chin on his shoulder.

“Can you get the plates out, I forgot to do that.” He asks as he slightly turns his head towards you, you kiss his cheek before unwrapping your arms from around him.

“Sure.” You say as you move to the cupboards that contained the plates, you take two plates out and places them near the stove. “Do you want a cup of tea or something else to drink?”

“A cup of tea would be nice before we head out.” He says as he looks away from the stove and at you.

“Any specific flavour you would like?” You ask as you pick up the kettle to fill it with water.

“Whichever flavour you take.” He says before looking back at the pan, he lifts the pancake to check if it was cooked thoroughly on both sides before lifting it out of the pan and placing it on the plate, he spreads another thin layer of the pancake mix on the pan, you begin filling the kettle with water before putting it back on its base and turning it on, you take out the cups and the tea bags.

“Oh, do you want to put something specific on your pancake?” You ask as you move to the spice rack.

“No, just the cinnamon sugar.” He says, you nod your head as you look through all the spices before finding the cinnamon sugar container, you take it and make your way to the plates and sprinkle some cinnamon sugar over the finished pancake.

“I love this scent so much.” You say as you put down the cinnamon sugar shaker, you move to the kettle as it turns off after the water boiled, you pick it up and fill the cups with the boiling water, you put the kettle back down in its place before moving back to the plates and sprinkle the cinnamon sugar over the other pancake that Hoseok had just placed onto the plate.

“How many do you want?” He asks as he adds more pancake mix into the pan, he already decided he would take five, but he wasn’t sure how many you wanted.

“I’ll take two more.” You say, he nods his head. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept well, especially with you right next to me.” He says, you had cuddled him almost the entire night, your arm around him as you slept the night away, only turning to lay on your other side two hours before he got up, you were always the big spoon, not because he didn’t want to be, but because you slept more comfortably if you held something or someone instead of being held.

“You didn’t get too warm?” You ask as he places another pancake onto the plate, you sprinkle the cinnamon sugar over it.

“No, it was just right.” He says, it didn’t take long before the pancake mix was finished, and the pancakes were ready to be eaten, and the tea had brewed, you sit at the table and begin eating, humming after the first bite.

“You would have made a good cook also.” You say before putting another bite into your mouth.

“Thank you, the chef enjoys hearing compliments from his favourite customer.” He says, you chuckle and cover your mouth with your hand. “But I’m glad it’s delicious, I wasn’t sure if I was doing it correctly.” You had shown him how to do it the first time, and then each time afterwards you were always with him to help him.

“It’s delicious, I taught you well.” You say, you finish breakfast and placed the plates into the dishwasher he had, it didn’t take long after breakfast before you and Hoseok were out of the house and moved past all the wolves in the backyard, they watch as you follow Hoseok into the forest, their stares still making you nervous but not as much as it did in the beginning, the trees becomes thicker and more bushes appeared.

“Are you sure I can’t help you carry anything?” You ask, he had the backpack over his shoulders as he leads the way, you had tried to take something to help him, but he had insisted that he would carry everything.

“I’m sure.” He says. “It’s your first time here, so enjoy the view.” You huff but nod. “Keep your eyes open, and you might spot a wolf as well.”

“I thought they were all in your backyard.” You say as you move closer to his side to match his steps. “Or are there that don’t want to be there, shy wolves?”

“Shy wolves.” He chuckles. “No, sometimes wolves aren’t as accepting if they’re not part of the pack, it’s hard to convince some of them to be near the house if they’re injured or because the other wolves had marked the backyard.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you listen. “Then there are some of them that just prefer to be here instead of near the house.”

“They are aware that you won’t harm them, right?” You ask, curious about the wolves that preferred the forest instead of the backyard.

“They know.” He confirms. “They know well that they can be healed here, and then they will be reunited with their packs, but sometimes their pack also kicked them out, and they ended up finding a home here and prefer to stay here, in the forest.” You nod your head and begin looking around.

“Do you enjoy living here?” You ask as you carefully step over a branch that had fallen. “Or do you want to move again?” You didn’t want him to leave, because you weren’t sure if you would be able to go with him and leave the place you know behind.

“I enjoy living here, and I don’t plan on moving any time soon.” He says as he stops in his step making you stop as well, he turns towards you, a heart-shaped smile on his lips. “If that is what you were worried about.”

“I… just, yes, it worried me.” You say, he steps closer to you and backs you up against one of the trees, he leans closer, his hot breath blowing against you.

“Let me ease your worries then, I’m not planning on going anywhere, any time soon.” He says. “I hope to stay here with you for a long time, or until the end of time at least.” You could feel your heart swelling at his words, the corners of your lips curl upwards into a warm, fond smile. “Does that put you at ease?”

“Yes.” You say. “It does.” He takes a step backwards, and lifts his hand to his head and combs his black hair back using his fingers only for them to fall back into place looking dishevelled in some places.

“Come on, it’s not far anymore.” He says as he turns towards the way you were going, you follow behind him, looking around you, hoping that you wouldn’t spot a wolf, thankfully you only managed to spot a few colourful birds on the ground searching for food. “It’s nice and peaceful here, the wolves sometimes come here to drink water, but this place has a lot of other watering holes and places for them to go to also.” You move past him to see what he was talking about, you stop in your tracks once you saw the pond, it was like it was ripped right out from a fantasy, the water looked almost crystal clear with trees surrounding the area, the golden rays from the sunlight shining through the thick branches of the tree.

“This… whoa…” You say as you take in your surroundings, it was absolutely quiet except for the sound of the water and the birds chirping in the distance and the leaves rustling, Hoseok moves to a large tree and placed the backpack against the trunk, he opens it and takes out a blanket while you moved closer to the water, he unfolds the blanket and throws it open on the ground, he removes his shoes before stepping on the blanket. “It's beautiful… I don’t think I have any words to describe how beautiful this looks.” He sits down on the blanket, he places his hands slightly behind him as he leans back to watch you. “How did you find this place?”

“I was walking around the area one day when I discovered it.” He says. “There are others, but this place… this one just seemed to have a special in my heart.” You turn around to look at him and saw him on the blanket, his legs extended as he leaned on his arms, some sun rays were shining down on his honeyed skin, making it seem like he was glowing. “Come.” He leans forward and pats the spot next to him. “Join me and let the peacefulness of this place surround you.”

“Do you come here often when you need to be alone or think?” You ask as you move towards him and the blanket, you step out of your shoes and step onto the blanket, careful not to carry any dirt onto it.

“Yes.” He says. “It’s quiet here and peaceful, if you close your eyes and just listen to the world… it clears my mind.” You sit down next to him and look at the pond.

“It’s beautiful…” You say while you look at the pond, Hoseok was looking at you, watching as you admired nature, you could feel a barely noticeable breeze blowing. “I can’t believe you’re only just showing me this place.” You turn your head to look at him and found him already looking at you.

“I should have shown you sooner.” He says. “But you know what they say, rather late than never.” He leans closer to you.

“Right… but still, you kept this beautiful place from me.” You say about to turn your head away from him to look at the pond, his hand moves to your cheek, stopping you from looking away from him before you could say anything his lips were on yours, your eyes fall close as his scent enters your lungs, he could taste the lemon tea and cinnamon sugar on your lips, his tongue traces over your lips wanting to gain access, your lips part, and before he could slip his tongue into your mouth you had slipped yours into his mouth, you place your hands on his shoulders as you move to sit on his thighs, his hand falls from your cheek and goes down to your waist to hold you, you pull away from the wet kiss, strings of saliva breaking off as you do. “I think you should play by my rules for a while.”

“What are your rules?” He asks as he stares into your eyes, lust was slowly covering his warm brown eyes. ‘How did this happen? Was it just the kiss?’ You wondered, you were sure about one thing, and that was that you were about to have your way with him.

“My rules…” You begin as your hands fall from his shoulders to his hands that were resting on your waist. “Include no touching where you want to until I let you.” A smirk forming at the corner of your lips.

“So I’m not allowed to touch you anywhere else, aside from here?” He asks as his fingers lightly dig into your waist.

“Unless I say otherwise.” You say, he leans closer about to kiss until you turned your head to the side, his lips touching your cheek instead. “My rules.” You move your hands away from his and to the hem of his shirt, your hands move underneath his shirt and slide up against his warm skin, feeling how toned his stomach is, the shirt rises upwards the higher your hands moved, you grip the shirt once it didn’t want to move any higher. “Lift.” His hands disappeared from your waist and his arms move into the air, you quickly slide the shirt over his arms and head before dropping it onto the blanket, your eyes move over him as some rays shone through the trees and onto his skin, making it appear as a golden colour. “I think this is my favourite spot also.” Your hands settle on his biceps while you lean closer to him, your lips touch his neck, and he tilts his head to the side, giving you more access you suck on the spot on his neck, creating a mark.

“Oh…” He breathes out, feeling your soft lips moving on his neck and your hands gripping his biceps, your lips move away from the spot you were sucking on and move to his shoulder. “Marking me up for everyone to see?”

“Yes.” You say, not looking up at him. “I want everyone to know you’re taken without them having the need to ask.” You felt his fingers moving before feeling your shirt being bunched up. “Ah-ah-ah, what are you doing?” Your hands quickly move from his biceps to his hands, stopping him.

“Am I not allowed to bunch up your shirt either?” He asks as you move his hands away from your waist.

“Now you’re not allowed to touch anything until I say you can.” You say as you placed his hands down on the blanket, you lift your head to look at him and saw a playful glint in his eyes. “You’re curious what would happen if you break my rules, aren’t you?”

“I am.” He says, almost challenging you to see what you would do, you move your hands to his shoulders and push him to lay back on the blanket, your hands slide down his chest, nails lightly scratching over his skin as you do, you stay seated on his lap after you had pushed him to lay, your hands move down his toned stomach and to his black jeans, your hands quickly undo his belt and then undoes the button the jeans. “I’m starting to think you’re more eager to see me naked instead of taking control.” You glance up at him and saw a playful smirk on his lips.

“You’re going to regret challenging me like this.” You say. “You’re going to end up begging for me, whimpering my name.” You unzip his jeans and lift your hips from his lap and tug at his jeans, he lifts his hips slightly letting you pull his jeans off, you could see an outline forming on his underwear as his cock started to harden, he reaches for the hem of your shirt only for you to swat his hands away. “You are just being disobedient, do you want me to tie your hands together using your belt?” He moves his hands away. “Put them under your head.” He moves his arms up and places his hands underneath his head. “Keep them there.” You climb off his lap and quickly remove his jeans, putting them on the shirt that you had removed, your attention quickly returns to him as you lean over him, you begin to leave a trail of kisses down his chest.

“Hmm.” He hums as he feels your lips on his skin, you felt the rumbling in his chest as he did. “Feels so good.” He closes his eyes, you move to his nipple and flick your tongue over it, which caused his eyes to shoot open. “Wha…” He lifts his head to look at you and saw a smirk on your lips as you looked up at him, one of your hands move to his crotch, you could see him visibly stop breathing as you touch his cock. “Oh…” You flick your tongue over his nipple as you slowly palm him through his underwear, you could feel him growing underneath your touch. “Fuck…” He breathes out as he slowly begins to breathe again, you circle your tongue around his nipple and watch as his skin becomes covered with goosebumps as the wind blew against the spot you’ve been licking. “Baby…” Your hand rubs over his cock, the fabric of his underwear adding friction as you palmed him. “Aah… baby…” You look down at his underwear and saw a tent forming.

“Let’s see…” You say as you move your hand away from his cock and to the band of his underwear, your fingers curl around it and carefully pushes it over his cock causing it to spring free and stand tall with the head already glistening with his pre-cum, you move your gaze to look at him before removing his underwear completely and moving to straddle his legs again. “I want to hear you whimper my name, beg me for more.” You place your hand at the base of his cock, you could see his body jerk at the contact, his eyes rolling to the back of his head for a split second. “Or you will be suffering for a while, do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, I understand.” He says as he watches you with anticipation, you could feel the veins on his cock underneath your touch, your fingers tracing his balls before sliding your hand up to his length, his lips part as a content sigh leaves his mouth, he could feel your fingers wrap around his length the higher your hand moved, to him, it felt like you were moving your hand painfully slow along his length. “Fuck… baby…” You swipe your thumb over the head of his cock, collecting his leaking juices onto your finger and slides your hand back down his length, pressing your thumb against his shaft and leaving a trail of his wetness behind, your hand moves back up once you had reached the base. “Fuck… babe.” You could feel him growing harder and harder underneath your touch.

“Getting so hard for me.” You say, as you keep your eyes on his face, your hand twists around the base of his cock before sliding your hand up to the head. “So beautifully hard.” His eyes close at the sensation he was feeling.

“Faster…” He grunts out, you halt your movements and swore you heard a whine escaping from his lips.

“Faster?” You say. “Did you forget your manners?” His fingers twist into his hair, he should have known that you would stay true to your word and have him begging for you.

“Please… Please, faster.” He whines. “Please… Y/n, baby.” Your hand slowly begins moving along his cock, you lean down, your lips centimetres away from his cock, he could feel your breath against the head of his cock which made him open his eyes wide to look at you, your eyes never left his face, you swirl some spit around your mouth before spitting on the head of his cock just before your hand moved over it to collect and spread it over his length. “Fuck…” He lowers his head and squeezes his eyes shut, his jaw twitches as he gritted his teeth, your hair falls over your shoulder and covers the side of his thighs, causing him to jerk at the feathery touch.

“Ooh, so sensitive everywhere.” You state as you flip your hair over your shoulder with your free hand before placing it on his thigh. “This is going to make things so much more fun.” You dig your fingers lightly into his skin, you could feel yourself growing wet at the sight of him starting to squirm, you gently blow the head of his cock.

“Shit… shit…” He breathes out as he feels the cool air surround his wet cock. “Baby…” He lifts his hips as he thrusts upwards.

“Aah…” You sigh. “Who’s the eager one now, hmm?” Your hand stops at the head of his cock to slide your thumb over it, you saw his stomach muscles twitching, your tongue touches the slit on the head of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, baby!” He says loudly as he moves his hands away from his head and to the blanket, his fingers twist into as he feels the tip of your tongue dipping in and out of the slit on his cock. ”Agh… hmm.” He moans, his grip on the blanket tightening, you swirl your tongue around the head, tasting the saltiness from his wetness, your hand slides to the base of his cock before your lips connected with the side of his cock and placed a kiss on it. “Aaah…” His breathing was becoming deeper and deeper with each kiss you placed on his cock, your hand moves to his balls and graze your fingers over it. “Fu… fuck… rig… right there, fuck.”

“Right here?” You ask as your fingers trace circular patterns on his balls, your lips brushed over his cock as you spoke. “Like this?” You press your tongue against his shaft and slide it upwards before your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, yes… ngh, like th— that.” He moans, he could feel you sucking on the head of his cock while your tongue dipped in and out of the slit. “Fuck.. fuck…” A swell was forming at the head of his cock as he neared his high, you press your fingers into his thighs as you felt him rocking his hips, your mouth abandons his cock, and you look up at him, his head shoots up with his eyes blown wide open, lust covering them completely. “Why’d you stop?!” You heard the frustration in his tone.

“Because you’re misbehaving.” You say. “Did I say you can rock your hips?” He brings one of his hands to his hair and runs his fingers through it. “Be good, or you won’t get to cum at all.” He lowers his head, you move your hand away from his balls and wrap your fingers around his cock and slide your hand up and down, spreading your saliva and his wetness over his cock, he closes his eyes as his lips part, you could hear him gasping.

“Aah… hmm… agh.” He moans as he felt the swell in his cock becoming bigger. “I’m gonna…” Your hand moves faster, feeling his cock twitch underneath your touch.

“Do it, let it spill over, cum for me.” You say, his eyes squeeze tighter as he hits his high, his cum spurts from the head of his cock covering your hand along with his thighs and lower stomach, your hand slows down as you ease him through his high, his back was arched, and his muscles were twitching.

“Y/n, baby… fuck… fuck.” He moans in pleasure, you slowly unwrap your hand as you saw his back relaxing and moving down from being arched, his cock slowly softens, you knew it wouldn’t take long for him to be hard again, you would make sure of that.” Fuck…” His eyes slowly open, he blinks a few times to adjusts to the light and get rid of his blurred vision.

“Remove my shirt.” You order once you saw him look at you, he sits upright, his hands going to the hem of your shirt, his knuckles brush against your skin as he lifts the shirt upwards, you lift your arms letting him remove the shirt, he drops the shirt next to his clothes.

“Can I remove your bra?” He asks as he tries to keep his gaze on your eyes and not lower them to your cleavage.

“No, not yet.” You say and grab his hands, you place them on your covered breasts. “Touch them through my bra first.” You slide your hands down his arms and stop once you reached his elbows, you felt his fingers press into your breasts before his thumb found your nipples through the fabric, his thumbs rub over them causing them to harden and swell. “Hmm…” You hum at the sensation spreading through you, you reach behind you and unclasp your bra, letting it spring loose. “Take it off.” His hands leave your breasts and reach for the straps on your shoulders, he curls a finger around each strap and pulls them down your arms, he drops it next to him on the blanket, his gaze install dropping to your chest.

“Fuck… so beautiful, shit…” He says before moving his hands back to your chest, his thumbs swipe over your nipples, he could feel himself slowly hardening again from just the thought of touching you and feeling your walls wrapped around his cock. “Can I…?” He lifts his gaze from your chest to your face. “Can I suck them?” You think for a moment.

“Give me one of your hands.” You say as you hold one of your hands out for him to take, his hand leaves your breast and places it in your hands, you interlock your fingers with his. “Go ahead.” His eyes move lower, and he leans closer, you feel his breath against your chest before you felt his tongue licking a stride along the curve of your breast, and over your nipple before his lips wrapped around the bud and suck on it, his hand on your other breast kneads into the skin making it sweet, your other hand moves to the back of his head and slide your fingers into his hair and press your fingers into his scalp, you slightly rock your hips over his thighs as you feel wetness pooling between your legs, your breathing becomes heavier as your skin became warmer and warmer. “That feels good, your mouth…” You felt him pull away from your nipple and pepper kisses around the bud before he flicked his tongue over it. “Makes me wonder… how good your mouth will feel somewhere else.” You move the hand you were holding between your legs and presses his hand against your clothes heat before releasing his hand, you felt his lips pause on your breast. “Keep sucking while you rub me through my pants.”

You felt his fingers pressing into your clothed heat, your free hand now resting on his hip, you tilt your head back as your grip on his hair tightens. “Hmm.” You hum feeling his tongue swirling around your nipple and his thumb rubbing your other nipple along with the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clothed pussy. “I think you should remove my pants.” You lift your head, he pulls away from your nipple and looks at you, you lift your hips from his lap, his hands moving to the elastic band of your pants, his fingers curl around it. “Along with my panties.” He pushes them down until they couldn’t go any further, you climb off his lap and quickly remove it all the way, kicking it to the side.

“Am I going to get a taste of you?” He asks, his black hair already sticking to his forehead and in a dishevelled state from the pleasure he received, you straddle his lap again and taking his hand.

“Do you want a taste?” You ask as you guide his hand back between your legs, you saw him swallow and lick his lips, you look down and saw his cock almost hard from just sucking your nipple and touching you through your pants.

“Yes, please.” He softly says, you could hear the pleading in his tone. “Please let me have a taste.” You release his hand and move your hand past his to slip your fingers past your lower lips, they instantly become soaked in your wetness, you lift your gaze to look at him as you slide your fingers along your inner lips, collecting your wetness onto them, once you felt satisfied that you had collected enough of your juices on your fingers you lift your hand up to his mouth and press your glistening fingers against his lips, his mouth instantly opens as he quickly realizes that this would be the only taste he would get, his lips wrap around your fingers, and he begins sucking on them, your other hand guides his hand to your heat.

“Touch me.” You whisper keeping your gaze trained on his eyes, you move your hand away from his and allow him to freely touch you, his fingers trace along your lower lips before slipping between them, feeling your arousal covering his fingers instantaneously.

“Hmm.” He moans around your fingers, he rubs along your inner lips before moving his finger to your clit and circled his finger around the nub, you could feel pleasure running up your spine, the feeling of ecstasy taking over your body, he spreads his legs causing your legs to spread wider, you lean forward before laying your head on his shoulder, your lips latch onto his skin and begin sucking on the spot, he slides his finger to your soaking entrance and collected more of your wetness before his finger returned to your clit, he begins rubbing your clit, the pattern changing occasionally, back and forth, from one side to the other side, and figure eights, your breathing became deeper and shallow, you didn’t dare move your head away from his shoulder, you wanted this mark to last for weeks, you pull your fingers from his mouth and move your hand to his biceps, gripping his arm. “Fuck…” Your teeth graze over his skin, you could feel a tension slowly building in your abdomen the more he toyed with your clit, you move away from his shoulder and to the crook of his neck, you tilt your head slightly, letting your lips brush over the lobe of his ear.

“Tilt your head.” You whisper, he tilts his head to the other side, giving you much more access to that spot you wanted to leave your imprint, you scrape your teeth over the skin before sucking on the spot, you felt his finger pressing harder against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you, you bite into his skin causing his body to twitch, you lift your head away from his neck. “Put your finger inside me, now.” You felt his finger leave your clit and slide towards your sopping cunt, your lips move back to the spot you were sucking on, you feel his finger sliding into you. “Hmm.” You hum against his skin, you felt his muscles stiffen underneath your hand gripping his biceps before they relaxed.

“Shit… shit, you’re so wet.” He says as his finger slides in deeper until it couldn’t go any further, you could feel your saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth as you sucked on his neck, you felt him pumping his finger in and out of you at a slow pace, the tension in your abdomen slowly building, he turns and twists his finger each time his finger was inside you, you pull away from his neck, the strings of saliva breaking off onto his skin, you move your hand to his chin and tilt his head to the other side before moving your lips to the other side of his neck.

“Add another finger.” You say as you release his chin, you start to create another mark on the crook of his neck, you were making sure that he would have marks on both sides of his neck and that they would last for days for everyone to know that he was yours, you felt another finger slid into you, you could feel them slightly stretching your walls and adding to the pleasure already coursing through you, the wind blows against your naked form, you could hear the leaves rustling and a couple of birds in the distance, you would also hear your wetness sloshing around each time his fingers moved in and out of you, the tension was getting stronger inside you. “Hmm.” He could feel his cock rising as it was hardening, you felt him turn and twist his fingers inside you, you lift your head from the spot you were sucking on. “Add another one.” You place your other hand on his cock just as he added another finger inside you. “FUCK!” You felt his fingers curl inside you at the touch of your hand on his cock.

“Shit.” He moans and lowers his head against your shoulder, you feel him slowly extending his fingers inside you before he moves them in and out of you at a faster pace, he wanted you to reach your high and be inside you as soon as possible, you slowly move your hand down to his balls and cup them. “Fuck… Y/n, baby, fuck.”

“That’s it, moan my name, moan for me.” You say as you move your head away from his neck, making him move his head away from your shoulder. “Do you want me to cum around your fingers?” He nods his head, the wind slightly blows causing the leaves the move and let sunlight shine down on him, his honey-toned skin lights up with the sweat covering him. “Do you want me to make a mess on your fingers?”

“Yes, yes, please, cum around my fingers.” He begs, you could hear it in his tone, he was desperate to be inside you. “Please cover my fingers with your juices, make a mess on them.”

“Then make me make a mess on them.” You say as you rub his balls, you saw his jaw clench before feeling his fingers twist and curl inside you. “Shit, shit, shit.” His fingers had brushed against your sweet spot, you could see his eyes light up as he realizes what he had found, the tightening feeling inside you becomes tighter as he rubs that spot over and over, you grab onto his shoulder with your free hand as your breathing becomes faster and shorter, the tension inside you was getting tighter. “Right… fuck, there, right there.” His fingers pump in and out of you, his fingers repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. “Shit… Hoseok… fu… FUCK!” You squeeze your eyes shut and stars appear behind your eyelids as your mind flies up into the clouds, your toes curl as the tension inside you snaps, and you release around his fingers, he felt your walls clenching around his fingers and quickly took notice of your body shaking with pleasure, your grip on his shoulder tightens while your other hand releases his balls. “HOSEOK!” He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, easing you through your high, you throw your head back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your skin felt warm as pleasure spreads through you, sweat forming on your skin, your grip on his shoulder loosens, and you lift your head and slowly open your eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust your vision, you meet his dark brown lust covered eyes, you lean closer to him and brush your lips against his, kissing him deeply, his fingers slip from your entrance causing your release to spill from you, you take his bottom lip between your teeth and nibble on it before pulling away, strings of saliva breaking off, you slide your hand from his shoulder down his chest before pushing him to lay down. “Clean your fingers.” He moves his hand to his mouth and wraps his lips around his fingers, sucking them clean, you move to hover above his hips before reaching for his hard cock, his lips part around his fingers as he felt your fingers wrap around his length and guiding him between your pussy lips.

“Fuck, Y/n… baby.” He moans as his eyes fall close at the feeling of your warm wetness surrounding his cock, you slide him along your inner lips making sure to coat the head with your wetness, his hand falls away from his mouth and grabs onto the blanket, twisting his fingers around the fabric. “Mmhg.” You take your bottom lip between your teeth before moving his cock to your sodden cunt, you lower your hips down onto the tip before stopping and lifting your hips away from it, teasing yourself and him. “Y/n…” You could hear the whine in his tone, his eyes open to look at you, you could see the desperation in them.

“Beg for it, beg to be inside me.” You say, the head of his cock was against your entrance, he could so easily lift his hips and slide inside you, and he did just that, he starts to lift his hips only for you to lift your hips higher.

“Y/n, please!” He says as he realizes you knew what he would be planning and that you were just toying with him. “Please, ride me, please let me be inside you… please.” You could see the sweat on his skin glistening as the sunlight shone down on him. “Please…” His hair was sticking up and some was sticking to his forehead, you could feel your own hair sticking to your neck from the sweat. “Please, baby… I want to feel you around me.” His hips lower back down to the blanket, you place your other hand on his stomach before lowering yourself down and onto his cock, you could feel him stretching and filling you as you lower yourself down on him slowly, he closes his eyes feeling your walls enveloping his cock, you tilt your head back, closing your eyes at the feeling of the delicious stretch, you unwrap your hand from around his cock and places it on his chest, your nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck… fucking…” You gasp, the feeling of his cock brushing along your walls as you lower down on him, you lift your head once he was fully inside you, you slowly open your eyes to look down at him through lidded eyes, you move your hand from his stomach to his chest, your nails slightly digging into the skin, your walls were pulsing around his cock from your orgasm.

“You feel so good around me.” He says, his eyes slowly open to look up at you, the view in front of him caused the air to leave his lungs, with both your hands on his chest your arms were pressing your chest together and with nature as a background image, it was a sight to behold for him. “Holy fuck…” You slowly lift your hips, feeling him slide out of you, you stop once just the head of his cock remained inside you before lowering yourself down on him. “Oh, oh… ngh.”

“Hmm…” You moan as you pick up the pace. “Shit…” You move your hands lower, your fingers leaving a red trail behind on his skin as you scratched down his chest, you lift your hands and lean forward, causing his cock to shift inside you. “Fuck, fuck.” The new position hitting a different spot inside you.

“Uhhmmm.” He moans, he turns his head to the side and begins to close his eyes, you reach up and grab his chin and turns his head to have him look at you.

“Keep your eyes on me.” You say, his eyes blown wide and his pupils dilated as he stares up at you. “Don’t you dare look anywhere else.” You lean back, your hand staying on his chin for a moment as you bounce on his cock. “Keep looking at me.” You release his chin and place your hands on his shoulders, your pace picking up as you’re riding him. “Oohhh, fuck.”

“Aahmm.” He moans, the familiar tension was back in your abdomen, and it was building quickly, the feeling of your walls clenching around him caused the familiar swell in the head of his cock to return. “Y/n… fuck… Y/n…” Hearing your name falling from his lips encouraged you to roll your hips into his faster, the sound of your wetness sloshing around reached your ears along with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans mixed with Hoseok’s travelled through the forest, the soft breeze wasn’t doing anything to cool off your hot sweat-covered skin

“Fuck… Hoseok… Hobi…” You breathe out and lean forward, his cock shifting inside you and brushed up against your sweet spot. “HOSEOK!” He watches as your face distorts with pleasure.

“Oh, oh, ohhh, Y/N!” He moans loudly as he feels your walls clamping down around him, milking his cock for an orgasm, he releases the blanket and moves his hands towards your hips, you quickly move your hands away from his shoulders and grabbed his hands. “Y/n…”

“Don’t you dare.” You say before interlocking your fingers with his, you held his hands as you bounced up and down his cock, the tension in your abdomen growing and growing with each roll of your hips, the swell in the head of his cock felt like it was going to explode any second with how your walls were feeling around him.

“Baby…” He moans out, your toes curl and a hot burst of pleasure spreads through your body, the tension in your abdomen snaps, and you release around his cock, your eyes instantly shut and stars appearing behind your eyelids, just feeling your warm juices surrounding his cock caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head and the swell at the head of his cock to burst, hot spurts of cum fills you, his back arches making him thrust deeper into you, your pace slows down with your mind high in the clouds, your hands were squeezing his hands with pleasure, your muscles contracting at the pleasure flowing through you. “Y/n…” You lower your head, breathing hard.

“Hoseok…” You moan as you lower yourself down on him a final time, you release his hands and place your hands on his chest before lowering your torso down on him. “Aah…” You moan, feeling his cock shifting inside you, you slowly open your eyes and find him already looking at you.

“You know, I was planning for us to have a picnic here.” He says as he moves his hands to your hips, one of his hands move to the small of your back and slowly slides up and down along your spine. “But I think we should go have a picnic in our living room.” Your heart flutters hearing him call it ‘our’ living room. “And get cleaned up first.” The corners of your lips twitch as a lazy smile forms on your lips, you push yourself upright and look down at his chest, the red marks from your fingers decorated his chest and the hickeys you made were becoming more visitable on your neck and shoulders.

“Shit…” You say as you lift your hips, his cock that’s been softening inside you slips out from you, you climb off him and sit down next to him on the blanket, he looks down at his chest, seeing the red scratch marks.

“Well, you certainly enjoyed yourself a lot.” He says, as he sits upright, you could feel the combination of your releases leaking from your entrance and trickling down onto the blanket. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I did.” You say as you reach for your panties. “Did you enjoy yourself?” You grab his underwear and hand it to him.

“Yes.” He says, you stood from the blanket and slide your panties over your legs, feeling the mixture of your releases now trickling down your thighs. “Are you okay?” You lift your head to look at him, the smile still on your lips.

“Yes, I’m okay.” You say as you reach for your pants, Hoseok stood from the blanket and pulls his underwear on. “Are you okay?” He nods his head.

“Yes.” He says. “I’m more than okay.”

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Dark clouds covered the sky and rain poured down, one of your favourite types of weather, rain, you were in the office staring out the window, watching as the water bounced from the leaves before rolling down to the ground, the water runs down the glass window before it rolled down the wall and into the ground, the scent of nature was filling the office you were in, the door suddenly opens causing you to snap out of your trance, you turn the chair towards the door and saw your new coworker, Roman, had arrived to take over from you.

“Is it already time?” You ask as you stood from the chair and gather your things. “How was your morning, Roman?” You put everything into your bag, you check your water bottle before putting that into the bag also.

“My morning was well, and how was yours?” Roman asks. “Did anyone give you any troubles?” You softly chuckle as you close your bag and pick it up.

“No, everyone was very nice during the morning, and everything was calm.” You say. “I made the list of things you should check and go through.” Roman steps closer to you, a soft smile on his lips.

“Thank you,” Roman says and stops in front of you. “You’re always so generous to make a list for me, maybe one day I’ll remember everything I have to do without you needing to leave reminders for me.” You slide the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “How do you think I can ever thank you for all your hard work?” He lifts his hand and brushes his fingers over your cheek, a warm smile on his lips.

“Ahem.” Hoseok clears his throat, gaining your attention. “Y/n, babe.” Roman’s hand drops away from your cheek and falls to his side. “I came to get you, so we can go home, together.” You could hear the venom in his tone practically trickling at his mouth. “You know because we live together.” The words weren’t directed at you, he was glaring daggers into the back of Roman’s head. “We have a long afternoon ahead of us.” Thinking a new wolf had arrived at the sanctuary, you nod your head.

“Yes, yes, we have a long afternoon today.” You say before moving past Roman, not seeing the frown that had formed on his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Roman, have a good afternoon!” Once you were next to Hoseok, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to him before leaving the office with you, he kept his arm around you as you exit the building, the rain hits your warm skin making you smile. “Oh, this feels so good.” You close your eyes for a moment before opening them. “Oh gosh, come on, let’s hurry, I don’t want to ruin your seats.” You made your way to his car quickly, he unlocks the door and opens the passenger side door for you, you climb in and put your bag in the back seat, he makes sure that every part of you was inside the car before he shuts the door and made his way around the car to the driver’s side, you slide your hands over your arms, wiping off the rain, Hoseok climbs into the car, his black hair wet along with his uniform, he hasn’t said a word since you had left the office, you pull the safety belt over you and click it into place, you look at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking, but his face was unreadable, his hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he does.

The entire ride home was quiet, the only sound was coming from the radio softly playing some song and the rain hitting the car, you had decided to occupy yourself by watching the rainfall and didn’t notice the way Hoseok’s jaw was clenched. ‘Who does he think he is? Touching her like that… touching my girl, and in front of me!’ He thought to himself, he glances in your direction, his eyes moving to your neck that was on display as you leaned your head to the window, his focus moves back to the road as he approaches the dirt road that leads to the home, he slows down and turns the blinker on, you watch as the trees become more and more the further you go down the road until it opened up around the house, he stops in front of the garage and presses a button on the keys, still not saying a word, you look away from the window when he slowly pulls into the garage, the engine cuts out, you reach into the back seat and grabs your bag, you climb out the car and heard the driver's side door being slammed shut. “All right, what’s going on?” You ask. “You’ve been silent the entire ride, is it the new wolf arriving today that’s stressing you out?”

“There isn’t a new wolf arriving today.” He says, not bothering to look in your direction, you walk to the door that was connected to the house with him not far behind you.

“Then what is your problem?” You ask as you step inside and hang your bag on the coat hanger and kick your shoes out, you turn around to look at him only for him to push you up against the door, shutting it, his hands slams down next to you against the door. “Wha…” You were cut off by his lips roughly pressing against yours, your eyes widen in surprise while his was already shut, you lift your hands to his shoulders and press against them making him pull away from the kiss, he lays his forehead against yours, breathing hard. “What was that?” He takes in a deep breath before opening his eyes.

“I don’t know who the new guy thinks he is, but I’m going to be making sure today that he and everyone else knows that you’re mine and mine only.” He says in a deep tone, you could hear the anger trickling from his tone along with jealously.

“Are you jealous?” You softly ask, his hands slide down the door. “Because you have no reason to be, you know that, right?”

“I trust you… I don’t trust anyone else.” He says. “And the only way to be sure that they know you’re taken is to make sure they see that you’re being taken care of, in all aspects, loving, sexually and so forth.” His hands grip your hips and pull you away from the door, he walks you back towards the stairs. “Careful now.” You step backwards lifting your leg higher to step onto the stairs, he kisses you, holding your hips as he carefully yet hastily guides you up the stairs not breaking the kiss, without any faults or hiccups you reach the top of the stairs before being pushed up against the wall, he breaks the kiss for the first time since you started ascending the stairs, strings of saliva breaking off as he kisses along your jaw and down your neck, his hands slide down from your waist to the back of your thighs, he slightly bends down, breaking away from your neck. “Jump.” His hands grip the back of your thighs, you wrap your arms around his neck and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist, his fingers dig into your skin as he holds you, his lips brush over your collarbone as he moves away from the wall and made his way down the hallway to your shared bedroom, you tilt your head back giving him more space.

You felt him sucking that spot on your collarbone as he made his way to the bedroom, the bruising grip on the back of your thighs only becoming tighter and tighter, you felt your back hit the bedroom door and tightly wrapped one arm around his neck before reaching back with your other hand and opened the door, he enters the door and walks to the bed and lays you down at the foot of it, you unwrap your legs from his waist and the hold from around his neck loosens, he stands upright and takes a step back making you lay your hands down on the bed, he admires you for a moment. “I’m going to make sure they see that you’re taken…” He mutters as he reaches for his shirt, he removes it and tosses it aside before moving back between your legs and leaning over you, his hands grab the hem of your nurse shirt and pushes it upwards until it couldn’t go any further.

“How will you do that?” You ask as you felt one of his arms wrap around your middle and lift your upper body, you lift your arms as he pushes the shirt upwards, he releases you and removes the shirt, tossing it aside.

“By leaving marks on you.” He says and leans lower, he places a knee on the bed between your legs, you felt it brush against your clothed heat as he did, his lips brush over your chest before stopping at one place and sucking on that spot, one of his hands move to your breast, his hand covers the curve of your tit as he rubs his hand over it, the bra you had on rubbed over your nipple causing it to harden at the stimulation, you felt his nose brushing over your skin as he moves to another spot to suck and leave his mark, his other hand was pressed into the mattress to keep himself just hovering above you, your hands laid on the mattress, touching the soft bedding, you feel his hand on your tit move your bra over your breast and take it out from the cup holding it, his hand covers the fleshy skin and palms over it.

“Hmmm.” You hum as you close your eyes, you felt his fingers press into your breast making it swell, wetness grows between your legs each time he squeezed your tit, his forefinger and thumb touch the nipple and rubs around the bud. “What type of marks?” He takes the bud between his fingers and rolls it between the pads of his fingers, you try to squeeze your legs together as a pleasurable sensation runs through you only to be reminded that he had his knee between your legs, he pulls away from the spot he was sucking on when he felt your legs trying to squeeze together.

“Gosh, already trying to give yourself some kind of friction, hmm?” He asks, he moves his hand on your boob to the clasp of your bra that was located at the front, he unclasps it causing the bra to snap loose and free your breasts from their hold, you open your eyes to look up at him. “And, to answer your question, these kinds of marks.” He moves his hand that had just unclasped your bra upwards to the spot he had just sucked. “And make them last for days.” His hand moves to the mark becoming darker on your collarbone, feeling his finger tracing over your skin caused goosebumps to form on your skin, his finger slides down to your sternum before he leans down, his tongue flattens against your nipple that hadn’t received any attention from his fingers, his lips press against the skin, and he begins sucking on it, you lift one arm to run your fingers through his hair only for him to grab your hand with his hand that was pressed into the bed, his fingers interlock with yours before he pressed the back of your hand into the mattress.

“Hoseok… Hobi…” You say while reaching with your other hand only for him to grab that hand also, both your hands were now pinned above your head while he was sucking on your nipple, wetness pooled between your legs and warmth was slowly spreading over your skin, he licks a stride along the curve of your breast moving to your other breast, his lips wrap around your nipple and sucks on the bud, swirling his tongue around the bud. “Hoseok… hmm.” His gaze moves up to look at you and saw you were looking down at him, he releases your nipple.

“Let me see how wet you are for me.” He says as he releases your hands, he presses his lips against your skin and kisses down your stomach to the band of your pants, his fingers slide down your side leaving a burning trail as he does, his fingers curl around the band of your pants and tugs at them, easily pulling them down without you needing to lift your hips for him, the jealousy was slowly melting away and being replaced with lust, but it wasn’t going to take away from how rough he would be with you, to leave marks on you to be sure everyone could see that you were being taken care of and that you definitely weren’t single, he tosses the pants aside once he got them down your legs and over your feet, his hands slide up your legs to the back of your knees before pulling your legs apart, spreading you open for him, his eyes move between your legs as he lowers down to his knees. “Fuck… I can already see it seeping through your panties.” He moves one hand to your covered heat and slides three fingers along the outline of your lower lips.

“Oh!” You gasp at the contact, your insides churning at the feeling, his fingers rubbing in a big circle on your panties making sure his fingers were always touching your lips, he was spreading the wetness that had seeped through the fabric, you close your eyes and slowly slide your hands down from above your head before grabbing onto the duvet, he glances up at you and saw your breathing was becoming deeper.

“Let’s move this to the side and get a better look.” He says, before a finger hooked the side of your panties and move the fabric to the side, revealing your glistening lips. “How are you this soaked already, baby?” His fingers slip between your lower lips and slide them along your inner lips, your wetness soaking his fingers.

“Hmm.” You moan feeling his fingers moving between your pussy lips, you feel the leg he was holding being moved upwards before your heel was placed against his shoulder, your pussy lips spreading more for him as your legs were spread wider, he leans closer as his hand disappears from your heat, you could feel his hair on the inside of your thighs and his breath against you soaked pussy, you grip on the duvet tightens as you felt his nose touch your clit and his tongue dipping into your entrance. “Shit.” You felt the tip of his tongue curving upwards before feeling him slide it along your inner lips to your clit, his lips wrap around the nub and sucks on it. “Shit, shit, Hoseok, Hoseok.” You could feel the tension building inside you, the pleasure that was moving through you was indescribable. “Nghh…” Your eyes were tightly squeezed shut, his fingers touch your entrance, making you pull at the duvets. “Hmmmaah.” He slips a finger inside you and slowly sinks it deeper into you, his nose was moving against your mound as he sucked your clit harder. “Ho… ooh, Hobi!” He pulls his finger out halfway before pushing it back inside you, he repeats the movement over and over before slipping another finger inside you.

“Gosh, fuck… Hoseok… Hoseok!” the sound of your wetness moving around filled the room along with the sound of your breathy moans and the sound of him breathing against your mound, the coil inside your abdomen was getting closer and closer to snapping. “Gaaah… Fuck!” You felt another finger entering you, the stretch wasn’t nearly as much when it was compared to his cock, still, it felt so good. “Fuck… Hoseok.”

“Hmm.” He hums against your clit, your toes curl with pleasure, and you turn your head from one side to the other.

“Fuck…” You moan, your walls were clenching around his fingers and your high was edging closer and closer, he curls his fingers inside you and twists them. “FUCK, FUCK, HO— OOH!” His fingers rub against your sweet spot over and over, your legs begin shaking with pleasure until the tension inside you snapped, pleasure courses through you as stars appear behind your eyelids, you tug at the duvet as your back arches from the mattress, your mind ascends into the clouds. “HOSEOK, FUCK, HOBI, FUCK!” You practically scream, the vibrations from the hum against your sensitive clit had sent you into a state of ecstasy, your muscles contracted as you release around his fingers, his lips release your clit and his tongue flicks over it, causing your body to jolt each time he did. “FUCk, FUCK!” His fingers slowly pump in and out of you as he eases you through your high, his fingers slip out of you once your back was on the mattress and your toes had uncurled.

He lifts his head to look at you and watches as your chest rose up and down as you breathed in deeply, the grip of his hand on the back of your knee that was propped up on his shoulder loosens before lifting your foot off his shoulder and moving his hand to the elastic band of your panties, his other hand moves to his mouth and wraps his lips around his fingers, you feel him harshly tug your panties down making you slightly lift your hips for him to quickly get them off, you lift your head and open your eyes to look at him and saw your wetness glistening on his chin and nose. “Hmmh…” You whimper at the sight, you lay your head down and stare up at the ceiling as you felt him remove your panties, you saw the fabric fly through the air before it fell to the floor, you release the duvets before hearing the sound of his pants dropping to the floor.

“Sit for me, baby.” He says, you sit upright and grab the edge of the bed as you saw the tent in his underwear, you lift your gaze to his face. “Want to be good for me, baby?” He moves closer to you.

“Am I not always?” You ask, looking up at him with the most innocent look in your eyes, he moves his hand to your jaw and gently grips it.

“Then show me how good you are for me.” He says before releasing your jaw, he rolls his underwear down, his cock slaps against his lower stomach as it's free from the hold of his underwear, the fabric pools around his feet and your gaze drop to his cock. “Touch it.” Your hand instantly releases the bed and moves it to his cock, you wrap your hand around the base of it. “Ooh… fuck.” He tilts his head back as he feels your hand moving up and down along his shaft. “Just like that baby.” You lean closer and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, he lifts his head to look down at you. “Fuck… you’re so good to me, always so damn good to me.” You press your tongue against his shaft as you slowly take more of him in your mouth, only going as far as you were comfortable with, your hand worked on the remaining length that wasn’t in your mouth. “Fuck.” He closes his eyes and throws his head back, his hands go to his hair and tug at it as pleasure courses through his body.

“Hmm.” You hum around his cock, which caused his muscles to twitch at the feeling of the vibrations travelling through his cock.

“Fuck, Y/n…” He moans, you move your hand down his cock to his balls, cupping them in your hand and started playing with them. “Feels so good, baby.” You move your other hand away from the bed and to the base of his cock, he releases his hair and lets his hands fall to his sides, your hand palms the base of his cock. “Hmm, fuck… ahh.” He could feel a swell slowly appearing at the head of his cock, he lifts his head and opens his eyes to look down at you. “Okay, okay, I want to be inside you, now.” You release his cock and move your hand away from his balls, he steps away, pulling his cock from your mouth, the loss of your warm mouth around his cock almost made him whimper. “Move up the bed.” You do as he says and moves higher up, making sure you were in the middle of it. “Lay down.” You lay back on the bed and felt movement between your legs as he climbs onto the bed and moved between your legs, he wraps his hand around his cock and moves it between your folds, dragging himself through your wetness coating himself with it.

“Hmm, Hoseok.” You moan as your hands twist into the duvet, he slips the head of his cock inside you and unwraps his hand from his cock, he places that hand on the outside of your thigh and slides it down as he slowly pushes himself into you, your jaw slacks as you close your eyes at the feeling of being stretched and filled by his cock, he tilts his head back at the feeling of your warm wet walls enveloping his cock, his hand grip the side of your thigh, fingerprints being created on your skin as he does. “Fuck.” Once he was fully buried inside you, he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust, he was sitting on his knees between your legs while his hands were on different parts of your thighs. “Okay… move.” You felt him grip your legs before feeling him lifting them upwards and placing them against his shoulders. “Fuck…” You felt him slipped out of you before stopping when just the head of his cock remained inside you, he snaps his hips forwards, filling you up once again. “Oooh.” You pull at the duvets as you feel his cock brushing along your walls with each thrust.

It felt like your skin had been set alight with how hot it felt, sweat covered it and your hair was starting to stick to your skin. “Hoseok… there, right… like that.” With your legs on his shoulder, he was able to thrust into you deeply, filling you to the brim before pulling out from you and repeating the movement. “Hoseok… hmm.”

“You feel so good…” He gasps as he rolls his hips into yours. “So good around me.” The sound of your wetness sloshing around filled the room, along with your breathy moans and the sound of skin hitting against the skin. “Fuck… so good.” His breathy moans joining yours, you felt his hands on your thighs holding them with a bruising grip, you knew it would hurt later, but right now it only added to the pleasure.

"Argh… hmm, Hobi…” You breathe out, his thrusts slow down, making you open your eyes to look at him. “What…” He moves your legs off his shoulders and leans over you, he wraps an arm around your middle before pulling you up with him, having you sit on his thighs. “OH, MY FUCKING!” The feeling of his cock shifting inside you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you wrap an arm around his neck to hold onto him, he pushes your upper tightly against his before laying his forehead against yours to look into your eyes as he rocks his hips into yours, the feeling wasn’t the same as before, it was a slow pace that would keep you just at the edge of your high, you felt his fingers pressing into your waist where his hand was holding you against him. “I liked the other position a lot more.”

“Wait.” He says, you could see how dark his eyes were from lust. “I need to mark you some more before you can make a mess around my cock.” His lips brush against yours, kissing you deeply before moving his lips along your jaw and down your neck, you tilt your head back giving him more space, you felt his tongue licking your skin before feeling his lips on one spot.

“Hmm…” You moan and close your eyes, letting the euphoric feeling take control of you. “Hoseok…” His black hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat, you dig your nails into his back as you feel his cock barely touching your sweet spot over and over, he knew exactly where his cock was and what he was doing to you. “Fucking fuck… fu… ck.” He was keeping you at the edge, not letting you reach your high. “Hoseok…” You whine, wanting him to switch back to the other position, you felt him kiss the spot he had just sucked before moving to the other side of your neck and peppering kisses along your skin until he reached your shoulder. “Hoseok…” You felt his lips on the suck on the spot. “Hobi…” You feel him laying you down on the bed before his arm disappeared from around your middle and moved to your thigh, his hand grips the back of it and pulls your leg up and hooks it over his elbow and he roughly snaps his hips into yours. “FUCK!”

“Make a mess around my cock, baby.” He says lowly in your ears, his thrust was rough and the sound of skin hitting against skin became louder, you slide your hand down his back, leaving scratches behind on his skin. “Fuck, yes, keep… keep doing that.” Your toes curl in pleasure as you feel a warm pleasure spreading through you, the coil inside you was getting closer to exploding. “Fuck…” Your walls clench around his cock, milking him for an orgasm, his other hand moves between you, your body begins to shake as his finger pressed against your sensitive clit.

“OOH FUCK, HOSEOK!” You scream, the tension inside you snaps, and you release around his cock, he drops his forehead against the crook of your neck as he feels dizzy from feeling your warm juices surrounding his cock, he rubs your clit as he continues to roll his hips into yours, your walls clamp down around him making him close his eyes.

“Fuck… fuck, keep doing that, and I’m going to fill you with my load.” He mutters into your skin, stars were behind your eyelids and your head was high in the clouds of pleasure, his thrusts became uneven as the swell in his cock continued to grow, his muscles started twitching before burying himself deep inside you, the tension at the head of his cock snapped and spurts of his cum coated your walls, his hips slowly rocks into yours as he eases himself through his high, his finger halts on your clit as he goes through his high, you release the duvet and slowly opens your eyes, your toes hurting from having them curled for a while. “Y/n…” You hear him moan into your skin, he lifts his head and slowly opens his eyes, turning his head, his lips almost touching your ear. “How do you feel?”

“Release my leg first.” You whisper, he moves away from you and releases your leg, he carefully lays your leg down on the bed and slips out from you before moving to lay down next to you, you feel the combination of your releases leaking from your entrance and onto the bed. “I’m feeling good, and you?” You turn your head to look at him.

“Good, I’m feeling good.” He says, he moves a hand to your cheek and gently brushes some of your hair out of your face. “Let’s go take a shower.”

“Just… wait a moment.” You say, your legs felt numb after that, especially the one he had hooked over his elbow and basically pressed into you. “You can go ahead, I’ll be right there.”

“Oh, no, I’m taking you along.” He says as he climbs off the bed, he pulls you closer to the edge and helps you stand, his own legs felt weak from his orgasm. “I’ll make us some tea when we’re finished.”

“Ooh, leaving me to clean and change the bedding?” You ask as he helps you to the bathroom.

“No, of course not, I’ll help, but shower first.” He says as you enter the bathroom. “Go pee.” He carefully releases you, keeping a close eye on you as you moved towards the toilet, he turns to the large shower and opens the water, letting it heat up a bit, a couple of moments later he heard the toilet flush, he adjusts the water before feeling your arms wrap around his middle. “Come, I’ll help you.”

“But I want to help you also.” You say, he steps into the shower making you follow him inside, he closes the door to it. “I want to wash you also.”

“All right, let’s wash each other, that way we’ll finish quicker.” He says, you smile and unwrap your arms from around him, he turns around to face you before pulling you underneath the shower.

“Hey, hahaha.’ You giggle in surprise, he reaches for the soap, a playful smile on his lips. “You know, we could have gone outside, it’s still raining.”

“What if we had sex outside in the rain?” He suddenly asks as he squeezes the soap onto the washcloth he had grabbed. “What about that?” You take the bottle of soap from him.

“Maybe one day.” You say as you reach for his washcloth. “But I want to be kissed in the rain, I want to walk hand in hand with you in it, I want to dance in it with you.” He begins washing you as you put some soap on the cloth.

“If it’s still raining tomorrow, then I’ll do each of those things with you.” He says, you smile and nod your head. “Deal?”

“Deal!” You say, his eyes move down your body, seeing the marks he created before finding the fingerprints on your thighs.

“Do they hurt?” He asks, you look down at your thighs, seeing your skin starting to change colour and the bruising showing off the fingerprints he left behind from where he had gripped you.

“They will, but not right now.” You say as you look back at him. “But it’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“Was I too rough?” He asks.

"No, no, this was perfect… I loved it.” You say. “It was just the right amount of rough.” He nods his head as he begins to gently wash over the bruises. “If I didn’t like it, I would have told you immediately, you know that.”

“You would have, loudly also.” He says as he looks up at you.

“How’s your back feeling?” You ask. “I saw the marks before we climbed into the shower.”

“My back is feeling good.” He says. “I’ll feel it later, but it’s not bothering me now.” You nod your head and pull him under the water to rinse the soap off, he pulls you against him and presses his lips against yours, kissing you as the water splashes against your skin. “I love you.” He mumbles against your lips, the kiss lasted seconds before his forehead touches yours and the kiss was broken, you stare into each other’s eyes as you move away from underneath the water.

“I love you too.”

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Stay The Night // Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Summary: He never stays the night.

A/N: My first Prodigal Son fic! I am still getting to grips with Malcolm’s character so forgive me if things seem off! I would love some requests for Prodigal Son so feel free to drop them in my inbox! I am only writing for Malcolm right now. I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, cute

Word Count: 1.7k

He never stayed the night.

He would fasten his shirt; taking care with each button as he kisses you again and again. He would laugh against your mouth – his hands stopping yours from undoing the buttons once again.

He never stayed the night.

It never mattered how many times you told yourself this would be the last time; you found yourself answering his phone call or his text and unlocking your door for him. Knowing he would let himself in; sweet nothings on the tip of his tongue – ready to be whispered lovingly into your ear.

It didn’t matter how many times you pleaded with him. He never stayed the night.

He claims that it’s to protect you, but you wonder if it’s more to protect himself. That he’s so innately terrified that the walls he spent years building are so happy to crumble around you. That he just isn’t ready for that yet.

Doubts fly around your head; distracting you from your work, pulling you away from his arms when he least expects it. Malcolm notices – of course he does, he’s a trained profiler, he would notice the little changes in your behaviour. The distance you so obviously try to put between you; short answers to texts, upset sighs on the phone.

Malcolm starts to spend his days thinking of you: thinking of your smile, your laugh, your kiss. It occupies the better part of his day as he wonders whether he had taken advantage of you, of what the both of you have together. He knows that something has changed between you; that something is wrong, but he cannot work out the cause.

It comes to ahead the evening he enters the tunnels under the city, following a serial killer claiming to know more about the Girl in the Box. He follows the suspect blindly; not thinking of anything else but getting his answers though, for one brief moment, as his ribs are crushed in the turnstile gate, Malcolm’s mind briefly flickers to you. A moment of pain free peace in and amongst it all.

Malcolm’s breathing is slow and heavy when you find him in Gil’s office. His eyes are closed, but he feels your presence – it charges the atmosphere in the room, making him long to touch you, but falter at the idea that he could possibly hurt you.

“I thought they had called my mother,” Malcolm says in greeting; his voice tight as his ribs protest any movement, any breath.

You shake your head, holding up your phone as some semblance of evidence, “Gil rang about a half hour ago, asking me to come to the station and get you of his sight.”

Malcolm laughs, then gasps in pain, “I think Gil is angry with me…”

“Think?” You all but shout, “You think Gil is angry with you? Christ, Malcolm, I’m angry with you.”

Malcolm furrows his brows, confused at your outburst. His eyes wander over your body; the speed of your breaths combined with the flush under your skin and the thin line of your lips suggests your anger, but your eyes…

Your eyes show pain; anger is there, it is simmering away quietly, waiting for fuel to be added to the fire but through it all, pain is the key emotion. He cannot help but wonder how long he has been blind to the pain in your eyes; wonders whether it was visible every time he kissed you goodnight before leaving you once again.

Throwing your hands in the air, you cross your arms over your body, protecting yourself from whatever else is about to happen. Nudging the chair leg with your foot, you sigh, “Come on, I’ll take you back to your flat.”

Malcolm frowns: opening his mouth to begin to protest but decides against it at the last moment. Instead, he slowly pulls himself out the chair, doing his best to hide the grimace that falls across his face at the first hint of pain and follows you out of the door.

The car ride is silent and full to the brim with awkward tension. He doesn’t know what to say; he doesn’t know what to do. He cannot decide whether he should reach across the console and take your hand, offering you some form of comfort despite it being him that is injured.

He doesn’t take your hand. He chickens out at the last moment, unable to stop thinking about the pain in your eyes. Instead, he clenches his hand into a tight fist, willing himself to keep his hands to himself.

Distantly, Malcolm tries to pinpoint the exact moment it went wrong between you both. It wasn’t his job – you were just as dedicated to yours. It wasn’t his talent for profiling; for the keen sense of observation he uses in his everyday life.

It comes to him all at once.

He never stayed the night. He had left you too many times.

Tilting his head back onto the headrest, Malcolm deliberates whether he had left you alone one too many times, whether his time with you was now running out. He can feel the first crack in his heart when the thought crosses his mind; he feels it and he doesn’t like it.

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Malcolm’s flat is cold when you enter behind the brunette. His bird twitters away happily at the sight of their owner; you cannot help but smile softly at the sight of Malcolm greeting his beloved pet.

That very smile turns fond as Malcolm turns his attentions to you, gesturing you further into his home. To your heart, it didn’t matter how many times Malcolm had left you in the night, how his side of the bed turned cold before he had closed the door behind him. It didn’t matter because he had so easily managed to capture it for his own gain.

Malcolm takes a seat at his breakfast bar gingerly, willing himself not to jostle his side too much. He watches you with a wide-eyed expression as he tracks your movement; watching you grab a glass and fill it with water.

The glass landing on the counter is the only sound in the room. Malcolm doesn’t dare say anything for fear of pushing you further away; you refuse to say anything for fear of showing your true feelings.

“If you have everything you need, I’ll get going. I’ll call you in the morning to check up on you, Malcolm,” You comment quietly, pushing away from the breakfast counter, ready to leave and not come back unless absolutely necessary.

“What?” The questions falls from his lips before he even thinks it through; he just cannot seem to comprehend that you would leave him.

“I’m going. You’ve got your pain meds and some water, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” You sigh, tugging your jacket tighter and heading for the door.

“Wait!” Malcolm calls, standing from the breakfast bar with slow, painful movements. It is only in this instant that he regrets ever following that man into the tunnel; it is only now he regrets such an action for the fact that it looks like you’re about to walk out of his life and Malcolm feels as if he won’t see you again.

“Wait,” He repeats, “Please.”

You pause at the door, turning to face him. His eyes are almost wild with unspoken emotions as he outstretches a single hand, as if he could bridge the gap that had grown between the both of you over the last few weeks.

“Yes, Malcolm,” You sigh tiredly. You feel the fight leave you as your limbs suddenly become heavy; the weight of the emotions you have been feeling these past few weeks beginning to press down heavily upon you.

“What happened between us?” He asks timidly, as if afraid of the answer he will find. Malcolm has searched for answers since he was ten years old, watching his father being hauled away by the authorities. Now, however, he finds himself scared of the answer he might find.

“You never stayed the night. You would always kiss me and then leave. Why?” You counter, finally asking the question that has been circling your mind since the pattern emerged. Your voice breaks with barely held in emotions.

“There is a lot involved when it comes to being with me. I didn’t want to put you through all of it,” He replies in reason, closing his eyes at the pain that so clearly sounded in your voice.

“I think I did alright tonight,” You comment airily, gesturing to his bandaged chest.

Malcolm laughs, but doesn’t regret the burst of pain from his ribs. He reaches for your hand again, smiling happily when you don’t pull your hand away. “I think you did alright tonight too,” He murmurs.

“So why would you leave?”

Malcolm averts his gaze, thinking over the words carefully. “Would you believe me if I told you I was scared?” He asks.

“Of what?”

“Of it all,” He confesses, “There is so much that comes with being with me, having to manage everything… I understand how it can become too much for one person so that’s why I would leave every time when all I really wanted to do was spend every waking minute with you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” You demand, curiosity your besetting sin.

“I was scared. I was doing it all to protect you, but I’ve gone about it the wrong way.”

You squeeze his hand, offering him a form of comfort as you work through what Malcolm has told you. He remains silent, happy for now to be stood by you, holding your hand in his.

“Stay the night?” He asks, pulling you gently towards the couch.

You bite your lip, glancing quickly between the door and the hopeful expression on Malcolm’s face.

“I want to make this a regular thing,” He states before clarifying, “Not the injured side of things, but staying with you, sleeping with you. I don’t like leaving you anymore. I don’t want to leave you anymore.”

“Malcolm…” You trail off, thinking of your countless attempts at taking your relationship further, at asking him to stay with you in the futile hope you could help with whatever terrors he suffers with at night.

“Stay the night?” He asks, repeating the same question from moments ago. His voice is hopeful, and his blue eyes shine bright with untold emotion along with the clear trust that burns there.

Smiling softly, you answer, “I’ll stay the night.”

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[agentsoftie]

morning meetings

summary: on vacation spencer rekindles an old love which brought him greater joy then he remembered

authors note: wow, this is my first fic in a while. hopefully it’s good. but yeah. i got this idea today too so i’m so sorry if it’s hella cheesy. but yeah

warnings: none! pure fluff

word count & pairing: spencer r & fem reader : 1.9k

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The wind was blowing exactly 15mph and Spencer Reid had just arrived in Seattle. His job, as a profiler, took him all across the US. And his mind took him everywhere else. Although Seattle was different, Seattle was special. See, when his mother and father were still together, they took him here every summer. Because every summer they would come here, just to eat at Marge’s Hideout.

Today although, he wasn’t there because of his job. He was there on vacation. Or any form of that for him.

After checking out of his hotel and going for a walk on the pier, there was only one thing on his mind, coffee. Coffee from Marge’s.

So he picked up biked and went along the trail. Not using GPS, not since he had an eidetic memory, but since he knew the path by heart. Every good memory he’s had in his childhood always took place here, in Seattle. More specifically, on Louise’s Trail that goes straight through the town, and leading right to Marge’s Hideout. Although full of cobblestones and vines, it truly felt like you were at peace. At least for him, it did.

He knew he was coming to a stop on his wobbling journey as soon as he smelt croissants and pancakes. Stumbling and tipping over on his bike as he tried to get off, someone opened the door. And in through the door, he heard a laugh. The same laugh he had heard almost every day in his early 20’s. It couldn’t be, could it.

Quickly floundering to the door while trying not to trip over his own shoes, he kept thinking to himself. Or more though, all the memories washed over him. All of the ridiculous, joyful, and heartbreaking moments washed over him.

Finally getting inside, he heard it again. The same laugh. The same laugh he had heard all those years back. “Y/N?” He spoke causing a woman with rich brown hair to turn around.

“Spence,” she breathed out.

They both looked at each other until she finally broke the silence.

“Hi.”

He went over to her seat. Trying to maintain an appropriate distance you would have with a stranger. Although she wasn’t a stranger. She was his last love. And his only love.

Y/N and Spencer had dated for 4 years. It was her first day of orientation when she met Spencer though. He was assisting the class she was in, and she couldn’t help herself but to ogle at his clumsiness and awkwardness. So, she asked him out for coffee, strictly platonic though.

Of course, at first, he was quite conflicted to take up her offer, but he did anyway. Because she seemed nice, and he would never not take up an offer if it involved coffee. So they went there. And then again. And again. And again, and again, and again, and again, and again, until he couldn’t take it anymore. So, he asked her out on a proper date. And after that, they both had fallen helplessly in love with each other. Although, after year 3 of them being together, things started to fall. He had gotten accepted into the BAU under Agent Hotchners authority, so he was barely he had moved to Virginia which meant long distance. At first, they thought they could do it, and they did, but that was until she had started finally her first year as an intern.

They started seeing each other less, and less, and less. And so they called it off. And although on the call, they kept everything reserved, it was all waterworks after. Y/N didn’t talk to anyone for a week and Spencer developed a drug addiction. Although at first, he thought it was because of what had happened with Tobias Hankel, he soon concluded that it was also powered by the breakup.

Of course, though, time passed. She started to see other people, and he started getting help. She started to really plan out the future, and he started to enjoy the moment, and live now, not in the past. She started to become him. And he started to become her.

“Ugh, how are you? Long time no see.” He said awkwardly as she kept on looking down.

“Good, good. How are you?” Her sweet angelic voice, which might have been silkier than before.

“Better.”

They both stayed in awkward silence for a couple of seconds which truly felt like decades.

“Here,” she said while moving to an empty booth, “sit.” And so he did. Him playing with his feet and her looking out the window until she suddenly asked a question. “So, are you still working at the BAU?”

“Yeah… Yep, still working there.”

“That’s nice.” She mumbled.

“How’s your work?” He asked, trying to start up a conversation as he pulled up a menu.

Suddenly something changed in her tone. She became more joyful. Happier. She straightened her back and moved the hair on her shoulder back. Spencer had noticed this. This was exactly what she would do when he asked about anything relating to what she was learning in college. She truly loved what she did, and for that, he was happy. “My work is great! I just got my first solo surgy, and that was fun! I mean, of course, it’s exhausting, but I truly love it. And Macey. You remember Macey right?”

Of course, he remembered Macey. Anyone who knew Y/N in college would remember Macey. They were the best of friends, absolutely inseparable. There wouldn’t be a time of the day where they weren’t together. All, except coffee time. Because that was strictly reserved for Spencer.

“Yeah, of course, I do. Who wouldn’t?” She simply laughed.

“Yeah, well she just got engaged!”

“Macey? Macey Williams? Married! She couldn’t keep a guy for more than 2 weeks.”

“I know! But a little after we broke up, she met this guy named Brian and they were just good together.”

It got a little quiet after she had mentioned the breakup. Spencer looked back down to his menu as if it was a foreign topic and Y/N frowned while grabbing a menu for herself.

Although her initial plan was to grab a coffee and go. Just like she always does, she decided to stick around today, knowing she wouldn’t get a moment like this again.

“So, what will you two lovely people want today?” The waiter chipped while walking up to them.

“Oh, I’ll have 2 buttermilk pancakes: blueberry. Scrambled eggs, and a coffee.”

“And I’ll be having a strawberry mango crepe, 2 croissants, and one coffee.”

“Great! Will that be all?” They both looked at each other then nonned. “Amazing, we will get your orders out as soon as possible!” And with that, she skipped away.

“So, besides work, anything fun happen to you?” Y/N questioned Spencer while toying with her bandaid.

“Well, I mean not much. I have an incredible team though! They are truly some of the most important people in my life. And my mother also of course. Although she hasn’t gotten better, I still write her a letter every day. And see her at least once every other month. And I’m a Godfather now!”

She always loved how excited he had gotten whenever he was talking about the BAU or his team. For such a messed up job, he truly loved it. And that’s all that really mattered.

She laughed, in pure and absolute joy. “Wow! That’s amazing,”

He laughed too. “It is! Isn’t it! What’s going on in your life? Besides works, please.”

“Well, besides work, I’m gonna say my life is going pretty well. You know, I have some friends, and I have this little town. My boyfriend and I broke up, but honestly, I’m glad we did. He was really holding me down. And I mean, without him ever breaking up, I would have never moved into this little paradise. Plus, I mean, it’s closer than my old home. But, I too am a godmother! My sister, Eleanor, don’t think you ever met her, but she had my niece. A true angel honestly. But yeah, my life has been going. Smooth and steady.”

“Well, I’m sorry that your boyfriend broke up with you, but his lost, right?”

“Well, it wasn’t mine, that’s for sure.”

Soon enough their food came, and conversations continued. A couple more coffees were ordered and so was another crepe. Spencer and Y/N sat in that booth for what felt like hours. Just listening to each other. Whether that be laughing or reminiscing about old memories. Spencer couldn’t help but look at her hair. How he was a sucker for that hair. Always was. And her laugh. Whenever she laughed, he smiles just a little more until it turned into a full-on grin. A grin full of happiness and joy. And for her, every time he would say anything remotely smart-assy, she would start laughing. Every single time. Because, no matter how much she used to love him, he couldn’t stand the fact that he knew everything. Except, of course when she needed to study for a test.

They soon though, had to carry on with their lives. Apart from each other. In a realm where they will never see the other again.

“Can I walk you to your car? I’m gonna bike around the city, and I don’t think I would feel safe knowing you were driving with me on the same road.” He teased.

“Ha ha okay, I get it. I suck at driving. But, to your case, I have, actually, gotten really good at driving.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever will you happy.” He teased her as she looked up at him and scoffed. Pulling out her keys from her clutch. “Well, this is my stop.”

“Alright. Well, then I better get going. It was marvelous seeing you again.”

Y/N now had a choice to make. 1: Go after the man she once loved and go on a date, knowing that the chances of a happy ending are few to none. Or 2: Leave this incident be and carry on with her life.

“Wait!” She called out. He immediately stopped. So she caught up with him. “Do you wanna, um, I don’t know, possibly just, maybe, go out? Whenever you’re next free on your stay?”

Unlike making such a big of a deal out of it like he did last time she asked him out for coffee, this time he immediately said, “Yes.”

“Really? That’s great,” she spoke in disbelief that he would say yes. “Well, when are you next free?”

“I’m free for the next week and a half.”

“Great see you on Wednesday!” She said whilst getting in her cars. But before she left, she asked him, “Wait, Spence, do you need my number? It hasn’t changed from the one you had so-”

“Nope! Edition memory, remember?”

“Who could forget.” She turned on her engine, and before heading out of the little town that was oh so special to him, she yelled something which he vaguely picked up. “Call me!”

And with that, Spencer set off. Aiming for the sunset on the once in a blue sunny day. And going to them there was only one thing he could think about, her number. Because, of course, he had the eidetic memory, so he was never going to forget. But that’s not the reason he remembered her phone. I never was, never will be.

tagging: @criminalmindsmoodrn, @marshmallowtraver, @himarisolace

[thewhitejournal]

“The Intern” Part Six

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader Series

(not my gif)

hey guys! i know i haven’t been active in awhile and i apologize, but i hope this final chapter (unless y’all want like an epilogue or something of that nature) of ‘the intern’ makes up for it. i’m so sad to see this series go because it was one of my favorites to write but we got more series, one shots, and all that good stuff on the way!

please enjoy my loves :) <3

content warnings: cursing, super fluffy and sappy towards the end

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The past four weeks have flown by quickly. You were out of the cast and back on your feet in the bullpen. You were helping out everywhere; between running errands for Garcia and helping out with the rest of the team, you were dead tired by the end of the day. But it didn’t matter to you. You were finally getting a taste of what you loved, even with school and classes still a part of your daily routine. You were eternally grateful for the geniuses you had on hand when you were doing homework in between tasks. Everything be damned if you didn’t take advantage of it.

A groan slipped from your lips, filling every nook and cranny in Garcia’s office. It broke the comfortable silence between the two of you, other than the sound of her fingernails clicking away on the keys at record speed.

“What’s a matter, babe?”, she asked, gaze never wavering from the work in front of her. Your head now rested on your arms on the table in front of you. You let out an exasperated sigh.

“I hate math.”, you stated simply, earning a chuckle from her. She rolled her chair over next to yours, placing a gentle hand on your back.

“Let me see it.” You sat up so she could look over your work. The page was littered with dozens of scratch work equations that were slightly visible from having been erased. Most of the questions had half-completed answers or none at all. She shook her head.

“You should ask Reid. Why do they change the way people do math every year?” You sighed again as she rolled back to her desk. You gathered your book and assignments up in your arms and carried them out into the bullpen, eyes falling on Dr. Reid scribbling away on a file.

“I’m glad I caught you here, I need the help of a genius.”, you explained, pulling an empty chair up to his desk after having sat your things down on it. He looked taken aback by your sudden approach. He didn’t say anything at first, not meeting your eyes. “If you’re too busy right now, then don’t worry-“, you started, but were cut off by his stammering.

“N-no, I’m not too busy for you, (Y/N).” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say a slight blush crept upon his cheeks. “What’s the w-work?”, he asked you, clearing his throat and meeting your eyes for only split seconds at a time. You smiled and shook your head at the awkward doctor, letting him take a look at the papers. He quickly realized what you were working on, then tried helping you, going on ramblings about the equations and variables you didn’t understand. Eventually, you could form answers to your questions on the pages.

“You’re a lifesaver, Spencer. Thanks.”, you said, flashing him a bright smile. He offered you a small smile and minimal eye contact. You just turned and left, satisfied with the completed worksheet. You returned to Garcia’s office to see Hotch there, standing over her. They were talking about something; pictures of criminals and crime scenes flashed the screens on the walls as she clicked around and typed. You froze in the doorway.

Aaron Hotchner was a wonderful boss and an amazing man; he thought of you as an outstanding addition to the team, so you had no reason to be so intimidated by him. But you couldn’t help it. Maybe it had something to do with the way you’d seen him interrogate suspects so intensely, or maybe with the fact that you had a bit of a crush on him. You’d never admit to the latter though. It was unprofessional and wrong, but it felt so right all at the same time.

Almost as if he could sense your presence, he called you in the room without ever turning to face you. You moved towards him, setting your things down on your desk. You stood next to him in the already small, getting smaller space. His body heat radiated onto your skin, cologne filling your senses. You swallowed hard, hoping he didn’t hear it.

“(Y/L/N), see if you can help Garcia find a connection between some of these victims. If you find anything, just drop by my office and let me know.”, he stated, turning to face you. There were only inches between your bodies; you couldn’t meet his eyes. You could feel his gaze looking down on you, so you looked up, ready to maintain composure.

His brown eyes looked black in the minimal light of the room. “Yes, sir.” You could hear your voice waver slightly and you kicked yourself internally for it. You couldn’t help but think that if Garcia weren’t here, this would be a very different story. He looked in your eyes a little longer than might’ve been necessary, then gave you a smirk before leaving. He shut the door behind him.

You exhaled immediately, nearly doubling over. You hadn’t realized you’d barely been breathing.

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), I’m surprised he didn’t fuck you right against that wall!”, she hissed under her breath, in case he was still in earshot. You gasped.

“Garcia!”, you exclaimed, lightly slapping her shoulder.

“You could cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a knife!”, she retorted. The two of you made eye contact.

“Really? It’s not just me?”, you asked with full sincerity.

“Hell no! You need to get on that, (Y/N).”, she said with a knowing smile, sending you a wink. Your cheeks flushed hot red and you rolled your eyes.

“Garcia, I can’t do that. You know it’s wrong.” As much as you wanted to pursue anything with Hotch, you were telling her the truth. It was wrong. You walked over and sat in your seat, sighing and starting to work on your homework again.

“Honey, love is never wrong.”, she said in that soothing and comforting voice. You knew that, on some level, she was right. You dropped your pencil, unable to focus on your work. You swiveled to face her.

“Yeah, cause that argument would go over well with Strauss. Or whoever is above her.” She sighed. She knew you were right, too.

“Just don’t count him out yet. You two…deserve happiness. I think you could give each other that.” You knew she was serious. She placed a hand on your knee, squeezing it.

“Thanks, PG.” You gave her a half-smile. She shrugged.

“What’re friends for?” She flashed you a huge smile, and the two of you returned to your respective workloads.

-

Nearly four hours later, you’d long ago finished your homework, and now you were helping Garcia with the workload provided to the two of you by Hotch. The two of you agreed with each other that you’d need some eye bleach after this; the images flashing on the screen were those that most people could never stomach seeing.

You rubbed your eyes, blinking afterwards. Your eyes physically hurt from staring at the screens for hours. Suddenly, a pattern caught your attention. “Garcia, do you see that?” Your finger prodded the screen. She pulled her glasses so that they’d rest on top of her head, and leaned closer to the screen. She pulled a window from the top left corner so it would sit next to the one you two were looking at. Then, she pulled another picture from the fray of images and documents.

“A signature…”, the two of you muttered in unison. You locked eyes and shared a laugh.

“We finally found a pattern!”, you exclaimed, the life returning to your body as the joy flowed through you. Maybe it was because you were new, but making a connection like this and getting one step further to a solution felt so good. Garcia chuckled. You knitted your brows, looking over at her. “What?”

She gave you a sly smile. “You know you have to report to the boss, right?” Your heart sank in your chest. She was right. Your eyes flickered to the clock on the wall.

“It’s kinda late, do you think he’s even still-?”

“(Y/N), you know damn well he’s still in his office. If he could, he’d live here. Now go!” She ushered you out the door, almost by full force, but not before trying to undo a button on your top. You swatted her hand away and left the room, the sound of her laughter fading with every step you took forward.

Entering the bullpen, there were few agents left for the night. Dr. Reid still lingered, hunched over and lost in his paperwork. He looked up when you walked in, eyes following you as you walked and ascended the stairs to Hotch’s office. Not that you knew his gaze tracked you; you were too nervous about being alone with Aaron in his office to notice anything other than the floor beneath your feet.

Your knuckles rapped softly on the door and you heard him call you in from the other side. You exhaled, trying to get yourself together. It was ridiculous, the effect he had on you. You wondered if he knew.

You turned the knob, pushing the door open and shutting it behind you. The desk lamp illuminated a stack of papers, his pen scrawling what was likely his signature on the bottom of a sheet of paper. He looked up momentarily, then his gaze fell back on his desk. “(Y/L/N). Did you and Garcia find anything?” The sound of your heels echoed in the room as you carried yourself to his desk. You took a seat in the cushioned leather chair that sat spaced evenly from his desk and another chair that looked exactly like it.

You cleared your throat before saying, “We did find a pattern, a signature on all the victims.” He perked up, raising an eyebrow at you. You presented your findings to him, careful to keep your voice steady and not make eye contact with him for too long. It then occurred to you there was really no reason to try to hide your feelings around him; he was, after all, one of the best profilers the BAU had ever seen. You were sure he already knew. Worth a shot to try and keep it hidden, though, you figured.

After your rant was over, he nodded approvingly, a small smile on his lips. “Great job, (Y/N).” Your heart pumped quicker in your chest at the sound of your first name on his voice. But his voice was different than usual, so was his tone. He was tired, resulting in his voice being barely an octave deeper. Which didn’t help your nerves settle.

“Thank you, sir.”, you said with a twinge of confidence in your tone. It made you happy to impress him; his validation made it feel like you were getting better at your job every day. He suddenly chuckled, and you weren’t sure why, until he spoke up.

“I told you, (Y/L/N), you can call me Hotch. Or Aaron, if you’d like.” He leaned forward in his chair more, dark amber eyes burning a hole through you. Did he ever offer anyone else to call him Aaron? You weren’t sure you’d ever heard anyone else call him that – not to his face, anyway. Other than Rossi, maybe. But they were close friends.

“Thanks, Hotch.”, you spoke softly, stifling a small yawn. You’d play it safe for now, but the gesture itself meant everything to you. He smiled, almost satisfyingly so, leaning back in his office chair. He raised his right wrist to look at his watch, noting the time, before meeting your eyes again.

“It’s late, (Y/L/N). You should head home. You’ve been a lot of help today, as usual, of course.” You would never get used to hearing him compliment you. Your eyes flickered between the stack of paperwork and him. You’ve spent enough time at the BAU to know that those files needed to be reviewed, signed, and done by the end of the weekend, which crept closer with every passing second. As amazing at his job as he was, there was no way humanly possible he’d finish it in time and get a wink of sleep at the same time.

“That’s a lot of paperwork.”, you noted aloud. He nodded, likely knowing where you were going with the words that would follow.

“It is.” His eyes narrowed at you, a small smirk playing on his face as he awaited your question.

“You can’t finish all of that and still have time to sleep.” He was silent. He knew you were right. “What can I do to help?”

Hotch just chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ll burn yourself out, you know.” Nevertheless, he passed you a black ink pen, your fingertips brushing each other’s hands in the process.

“I could say the same thing about you.” He chuckles deeply and shrugs. You smile to yourself, successful in making him smile, which is a rare accomplishment for most.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as hours pass and the pile dwindles to only three or four files. The two of you migrated to the leather couch in his office, a more comfortable place to work on a tedious assignment for hours. You’d lost count of the yawns you’d let slip from your lips. Even Hotch seemed to have trouble staying awake. You glanced at the time. You’d been in his office for almost four hours. Your mind wandered to what Garcia will have to say about ‘what really happened last night’. The time slowly crept into the early morning hours of the next day.

“(Y/N)”, Hotch begins, breaking the silence. You look up at him, waiting on him to continue. “I’ll drive you home if you’re too tired to drive. And a ride back to the office in the morning for your car. But you can’t oversleep.”, he jokes. You hit his arm lightly.

“I don’t oversleep!”, you exclaim, trailing off. “That often.” You stifle a yawn before answering, “Let’s just finish these last few and I’ll drive myself home. I wouldn’t want to be in your way.”

His mind was filled with one thought: “How could you ever burden me, (Y/N)?”. But he didn’t answer you. He just handed you a file and took one for himself, the two of you finishing the workload quickly. On your last one, it took all your strength to focus on the words on the paper and your handwriting. It felt like the couch was pulling you in. The cushions wrapped you up, softer than how you’d imagine a cloud would feel. You didn’t mean to, but your eyes fluttered shut and stayed that way as you drifted to sleep.

Aaron didn’t even notice at first that you’d fallen asleep. He continued working, lost in the papers and his mind. He got so enveloped with the case, he hadn’t noticed the slow rise and fall of your chest and your body relaxed into his chest. Once he did notice though, that he wasn’t just being used as a cushion, it was all he could pay attention to.

It wasn’t that you always looked stressed, but it was a nice sight to see you so relaxed. He kept thinking about how you deserved it, what you might be dreaming about, even. Thinking about if it might’ve been him. A dread grew within him, knowing he’d have to wake you. He didn’t want to; you just looked so peaceful, angelic. Beautiful.

So he didn’t.

Instead, he draped a blanket – which he happened to have, thrown across the back of the couch, in case he had a late-night himself – over your resting form. He made sure to cover you fully, from below your neck to your toes, without waking you. Another thought soon crept into his head: he couldn’t just leave you here, overnight, alone.

He evaluated his options. He could try to sleep in his office chair, which he’d done before. It wasn’t the most comfortable. There was no room to lay down on the couch, for obvious reasons. He had a couple of chairs in the office, but…

His gaze fell upon you again. Was it risky, waging a war with fate in the chance that the two of you might be caught snuggling on the couch together? Absolutely, it was. But he was willing to take that chance. Besides, who could tell him, their boss, that he was wrong? Sure, the two of you may never quit hearing about it, but he wouldn’t mind. And something told him you wouldn’t either.

After doing a quick scan of the bullpen for remaining agents, and finding none, he shifted his weight ever so slowly, letting you fall gently onto the couch. He stepped quietly over to his desk to flick the lamp off, then closed the shades slowly, and shut the door, careful not to let the door handle click too loudly. He shrugged off his suit jacket and shoes, draping his jacket over your already-covered body.

He got as comfortable as possible on the cushion that he’d previously occupied, slowly, as to not shift the cushions and risk waking you. His eyes were trained on you; you never moved as he settled himself down. As cliché as it was, he seemed to fall asleep faster with you in the room.

-

The sun woke you up, in a disorienting way. The simple fact that the sun had woken you was strange in itself since the sun rises on the other side of your apartment complex. Suddenly, you remembered, you weren’t in your bed. The surface you were lying on was comfortable, but not your bed comfortable. The strangest thing was that your pillow was uneven. And warm. With a pulse.

Your eyes opened, and you instantly snapped them shut. Bad idea. The sun hurt your sensitive eyes, and a groan involuntarily slipped from your lips. You sat up, stretching out all your limbs. You looked over at your ‘pillow’, putting a heartbeat, chest and a smell to a face. The blanket and jacket you were covered with smelled of him, so you didn’t need to open your eyes to know who it was.

“Aaron?”, you asked in a sleepy voice. Your eyes finally focused, the sun losing its effect on you. He was awake. How long had he been…?

“Good morning, (Y/N). If you want a ride home to change out of yesterday’s clothes, I can drop you off on my way home.” A small smirk danced on his pink, soft-looking lips, the sun sparkling in his eyes like rays of light through a glass of whiskey. You started panicking. What if the team caught you like this? Would they tell Strauss? What if you lost your job?

“(Y/N).” You’d broken eye contact with him. He knew you were freaking out. You met his gaze again. “Nobody’s here. It’s eight o’clock, on a Sunday morning. Calm down.” Regret started flooding his mind. Should he have just taken you home? You exhaled a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding. “Are you okay?”, he asked you.

“Y-yeah, I’m good.” You rubbed your eyes, realizing too late you were wearing makeup, smearing it over the rest of your face. “Oh, shit.” You looked down at your hands, laughing at yourself. “I probably look a mess.”

Hotch laughed. “No, you don’t.” The words slipped from Aaron’s tired lips, no thought behind them. But it was true, it was how he felt. A blush crept up your neck and to your cheeks. Suddenly it was harder to meet his eyes. You chuckled nervously.

“Thanks, Hotch.” You wrung your fingers through your hands. A truthful atmosphere fell over the room, it seemed. “That was the best sleep I’d had in a while.” Hotch was a little taken aback at your honesty but flattered. He blushed a bit himself. He cleared his throat, then laughed.

“Me too, honestly.”, he muttered in a deep morning voice. Your eyes met. There wasn’t much space between the two of you in the first place, but you could’ve sworn he leaned forward to close the distance. His huge hand gently caressed your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheek. You watched his eyes flicker from yours to your lips. You could feel the blood rushing to your heart; you wondered if he could feel it running through your veins against his fingers.

His lips brushed against yours when suddenly, the alarm on his phone went off. The two of you jumped back like you’d been shot, your heart rate climbing. “Jesus Christ, Aaron.”, you exclaim, laughing to try and hide how startled you were. You hear him curse under his breath, digging his phone out of his pocket and silencing it. He sighed, shaking his head. He chuckled at himself, you assumed.

“I’m sorry.”, he said lowly. The apology wasn’t very specific towards anything; if it was, it wasn’t clear to you. How many things was he apologizing for? What thoughts were running through his head? He was hard to read, but maybe he liked it that way.

“For what?”, you asked softly, scooting closer to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. You felt him tense under your hand, then relax. He looked up at you.

“For ruining that…”, he trailed off as his eyes met yours. He searched your face, trying to understand exactly what feelings you were experiencing. Hopefully, he knew you weren’t upset with him. Your hand snaked down his arm, taking his hand in yours. Now it was your turn to cup his face in your hand; you felt his five o’clock shadow prickling against your fingers, but his cheek was soft as you smoothed it under your thumb.

“You didn’t ruin anything.”, you whispered. His eyes were a dark brown, despite the sunlight coming in. The rays were softer now, an orange color. His dark eyelashes shone under the light. He was enthralling in every way. You felt yourself falling harder and harder for him every second, especially now, but you’d never change that.

Your thumb lightly brushed over his lips, taking him in. He watched your every move, just as entranced with you as you were with him. You felt his hand behind your neck, pulling you closer to him until your lips finally touched. His lips on yours were better than you could’ve ever anticipated. He was slow, soft, gentle, like rain in the spring. Then again, there was a need behind it. A longing; he’d been waiting for this as long as you have, maybe even longer.

You wanted to kiss him all day, be in his arms and wrap yourselves up in each other. You were falling, hard. Harder than hitting every branch on the way down, harder than the way the first boom of a firework echoes in your chest.

Both of you were breathless by now, but neither of you seemed to care about the lack of oxygen. The kiss was deeper now, hotter, needier, messier. You’d thrown a knee over his lap, your hands fisted in his white button-up. His hands rested on your sides, dangerously low past the waistband of your pants. His lips suddenly broke from yours, the sound of your heavy breathing filling the room. He never stopped for a breath; his lips were making up for lost time, trailing from your chin, down your neck. He took his time with you, as you’d always imagined he would.

You’d barely caught your breath when you whisper his name in his ear. He stopped, pulling back. “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” His concerned eyes searched your face. You didn’t answer him with any words, just by kissing his lips again but only for a moment. The single kiss took a lot of your self-control, but you knew you were moving fast.

“I’ve never been better, Aaron. But…”, you said in a low voice, trailing a finger down his neck until you hit the first button on his shirt. “I want to take it slow with you, Hotch. I want to know all your little quirks and I want to be there for the stuff that you don’t do in front of anyone else because you trust me that much. I know how sappy it sounds…”, you paused, watching for his reaction through your spill so far. He watched you move and speak like you were the most important thing he’d ever had to pay attention to. And that’s exactly what you were to him. “Aaron,” you started again, running one of your hands through his hair, “I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for you. And here you are, everything I’ve ever wanted, right in front of me.”

How did he feel? He answered you with a kiss, one more passionate than any from earlier – if you could believe it, that is. “(Y/N)...you’re everything I’ve been waiting on. I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without you.” You chuckled, earning a small smile from him.

“Well, good luck getting rid of me now, Aaron Hotchner.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

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Love Somebody

Spencer x GN!Reader

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Summary: After your big fight, both you and Spencer are filled with guilt. Is there any way to salvage your relationship? Part four.

Category: Angst and fluff.

Warnings: Cussing. References to past fights, and a very brief mention of drug use.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Inspired by the song “Love Somebody” by Maroon 5. If you wanna give that a quick listen, go for it, if not, that’s chill too. Also, I tried to make this gender neutral, but if I did not, please let me know what I need to correct.

Start by talking to Spencer.

You’d been mulling over those five words for days now and it was driving you absolutely insane. The whole reason you wanted to talk to a therapist in the first place was so you could find some peace and be able to focus better at work. Instead, you were even more distracted than you had been before, thinking about all of the different ways that the conversation could go.

Start by talking to Spencer. Oh yeah, sure, I’ll just talk to him. You know, like ‘hey, Spence, remember when you said you never wanted to see me again? Well I’m here now because I wanted to see you and work things out.’ Like what? That was never going to work.

Hey Spencer. I know it’s been a over a month since we talked and we basically broke up and the last thing I said to you was about your drug addiction, but-

Your mind faltered at the thought. It was painful to go back there and remember how cruel you’d been to each other, and then another thought popped into your mind. Is he back on drugs? Oh god, could he be passed out somewhere?

You shot straight out of your chair before thinking through what you were doing. What would you even do if you showed up and he was just fine? Plus, it’d been a month, you were sure his team could handle whatever was going on with him. Then you started wondering how he’d been handling everything. You certainly hoped better than you had. Than you were. Maybe his team would know. You weren’t super close with them, but close enough you could ask them, right? No, definitely not. Actually, now that you were thinking about it, you hadn’t seen any of them for a really long time. Not even accidental run-ins with them coming or going from work or in the break room. You started to wonder what they were up to. What he was up to.

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

Spencer felt awful. The moment he slammed the door to his own apartment after your big fight he broke down into a heap of tears. So much had happened over the past 13 months, and the full weight of it all was just now coming down on him. He lost Maeve. He found you. He lost you. He lost himself.

Spencer never thought he would say things like that. He never thought that he could be so cruel as to tell the person he loved that he would have rather died for his ex-girlfriend than be with them. Granted, he never thought you would say what you said either, but perhaps he deserved it. He’d treated you poorly leading up to that, and he’s a profiler, it shouldn’t have come as a shock. But it did. Because he was blind. All the pain and trauma and desperate attempts to stitch his life back together using your needle and thread blinded him. He couldn’t see how much you were doing for him and how much you were struggling to keep your relationship together, and he couldn’t force himself to see how much he was struggling to hang on to any semblance of the past. Any semblance of a normal, trauma-free life. He couldn’t see it. He refused to see it. And it cost him.

He took the rest of the week off and then the weekend to himself, fighting a constant battle between feeling pathetic for not being able to go into work like you probably had, and feeling like he made the right choice considering he could barely force himself to eat. He blamed you, he blamed himself, he blamed the whole damn universe for constantly fucking him over. He used Maeve and his social awkwardness and his past as excuses for his behavior, and immediately hated himself for it. He hated himself even more for fantasizing about doing exactly what you’d told him to. He knew who to call, he knew he probably still had a tourniquet around his apartment somewhere, and he knew how much it would hurt you to know that the last thing you said to him came true.

Then I guess you’re real happy you know where to get the drugs that can help you finally do that.

He hated you. No, that wasn’t it. He hated that he drove you to hate him. Did you hate him? He figured you had to after everything he put you through. And for what? So he could feel better after what he’d lost? So he could ignore the grief and the sorrow and bury it in your selfless compassion? So he could, as you said, rip apart your life?

No, that couldn’t be the end. He couldn’t have yanked you from your life for nothing. He had to make it up to you. But he didn’t even know where to start. You probably didn’t even want to see him, let alone give him the air space to explain himself. He deserved as much.

But you didn’t. You didn’t deserve that, he kept repeating to himself. He was going to make it up to you somehow. You were the most important thing in his life, one of the only people who supported him through everything, and he cared about you, more than anything. And he loved you. He would not have the last thing he said to you be ‘fuck you.’ But first, he had to make it through his first day back to work.

No one questioned him. No one said anything about his absence, and he was both grateful and irritated. Grateful that he didn’t have to explain himself, but irritated that it seemed like no one cared. Maybe he’d gotten too used to that, no one seeming to care. Maybe that’s why whenever you asked him how he was doing, and pushed him for more than a simple ‘fine,’ he felt like you were interrogating him. He wasn’t used to having to communicate like that, especially about his feelings, which he’d never been able to communicate well. Not like he’d ever practiced that. Not like dad stuck around long enough to have him practice that. Not like his mother ever noticed or remembered long enough to make him practice that. Not like any of the people he considered family ever pushed him far enough to practice that. The most frustrating part was that even Spencer didn’t know which way he preferred to go about it, talking or not talking. Neither, he supposed.

But, communication is key, something you seemed to understand to a nauseating degree, and a concept his big brain couldn’t seem to wrap around.

He didn’t see you at all that first day. Or that first week. Or that first month. He started wondering if you’d requested a transfer to a different field office, or maybe asked for your old job back. He wouldn’t know either way. He could ask you, but that would require actually talking to you, something he’d been trying to force himself to do for what felt like forever.

The first time anyone actually questioned his behavior was when the team got back from a case and were headed out for drinks. He declined the offer, making up some excuse about a head start on paperwork. The team exchanged some glances before packing into the elevator, leaving him alone with his thoughts, an occasion that was becoming way too frequent for Spencer’s liking.

He’d just started reading through his third file when the sound of the glass doors swinging open caught his attention.

A very colorful Penelope marched over to him in what he thought would be uncomfortably high heels. She grabbed the rolly chair from the desk next to him, rolled it over to his desk, and plopped down right in front of him.

“What is going on with you, my Boy Wonder?” she asked in a soft, yet demanding voice.

Spencer shrugged, “What do you mean?”

Penelope gave him a pointed look. “I thought you and Y/N really liked coming out with us?”

“Not tonight.” Spencer kept his answers short, not wanting to lie to one of his best friends, but also not wanting to get into it.

Penelope reached out for Spencer’s hands which he hadn’t realized were trembling until then. She kept them tightly pressed between her own and looked him straight in the eyes. “I know I’m not a profiler, but it doesn’t take one to know when a friend is hurting. If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. I just want you to know that I’m always here and ready to listen.”

Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling the water brimming at the surface. He nodded at her, and she gave his hands one good squeeze before releasing them. She waited for a few moments longer, hoping that he’d decide to say something but he didn’t.

It wasn’t until she’d almost reached the doors to leave when he called her name. “Penelope?”

She turned around and took a couple steps back toward him. “Yes?”

Then, in one quick motion, he stood up and enveloped her in a hug. Tears were already flowing down his face as Penelope held him as tight as she could, wanting him to know that she was going to support him no matter what. “Shh,” she tried to comfort him, moving her hands in soft strokes up and down his back, “It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s not,” Spencer’s voice cracked, “I messed it all up.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Penelope cooed. “Would you tell me about it?”

He told her everything. How you’d gotten the job at the FBI, how you constantly fought, how his mother started getting worse, how you found out about Maeve, and how you’d left each other that last time. He was a blubbering mess spouting about how much he still cared about you and how he’d certainly screwed it up, and Penelope tried to keep her composure, even as she felt all of his pain so deeply. “Nothing is irreparable, Spencer. If you really love Y/N that much, I think you should try to make it work.”

“But I’m not sure if they still love me.”

“I’m willing to bet they do.”

“How can you say that? You didn’t see them the last time we fought. I think I might have really destroyed us.”

“Because I’ve seen the way they look at you. If after everything you’ve been through together, you still feel this strongly for them, I bet they feel just as strongly for you. You know what, I bet Y/N is having all the same thoughts you’re having right now. If you really want to be with them, you should talk to them,” Penelope encouraged.

“What would I even say?”

“Exactly what you said to me.” Spencer gave her a questioning look. “About how much you love and miss them. And how much you want to make it work.”

She gave him a soft smile and he sighed. “You think that will work?”

“I think that it’s the best thing you can do.”

# # # # # # # # # # # # #

You were sitting in your car outside of Spencer’s apartment trying to talk yourself up. You could do this. You could knock on his door and talk to him like an adult. You could tell him how much you wanted things to work out. This is what you wanted, and even if it went horribly, you knew that it would put your mind more at ease knowing where he stood.

You walked confidently up to his door, but right as you were about to knock, you panicked. God, maybe it was better to just leave things as they were and see if he came to your first. Yes, that was a good plan, you could just wait and see what Spencer wanted.

You hadn’t driven all the way over to his apartment just to chicken out at the door, though. You knew that for better or worse you needed answers, so in a bout of confidence, you knocked on his door. Then you waited. And waited. And waited. After about five minutes, you knocked again, calling his name, but there was no answer.

You let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like a sign from the universe or whatever that this just wasn’t meant to happen. Or maybe Spencer was inside waiting for you to leave, and that would be answer enough. Either way, you only had one place to go from there, and it was back to your apartment. You wished you would have been able to talk to him, but you didn’t want to do it over the phone and you definitely weren’t going to do it at work, so you felt like the opportunity had been missed.

At least, that was your theory as you climbed the stairs to your apartment, nearly getting run over on your way up.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Spencer exclaimed. Spencer?

“Spencer, what are you doing here?” you asked, taking the final steps up to the landing now that Spencer had moved aside to give you the room.

“Oh, um, I was here because, um, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I-I wanted to apologize. For everything. For the way I handled our last argument, a-all of our arguments, but especially that one. I realized that I had been trying to use you to cover up the grief I was feeling, and I know how wrong of me that was. It wasn’t fair to you, any of it. I know that you know how bad I am at expressing my feelings, and how I’m even worse at talking about them. I’m trying to get better. You don’t owe me anything, and I understand if you don’t want to, but I want to try again. I know it will take a while for you to trust me again, but, Y/N, you make me want to be better. I want to be better for you. You make me feel whole, a-and I know that it’s not fair of me to put that on you either! But it’s true. I love you, and if you’ll have me, I want to try again.”

You stared at him as you tried to process everything he was saying, his demeanor getting more nervous by the second. Then, at the irony of it all, you started laughing. Which was definitely the wrong approach to the situation, but before Spencer could get really uncomfortable, you explained, “I just came from your place to tell you the exact same thing.”

His eyes got wide, and a shy smile crept its way onto Spencer's face. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. I hate fighting with you, and miss being around you. I’ve been driving myself crazy these past few weeks going over and over what I said to you, and I know I can’t take it back, but I want you to know that I regret it, so, so much, Spencer. It wasn’t right of me to expect so much out of you after everything you’d been through. Everything you’re going through. I want to make this work.”

“Me too,” Spencer said with a sheepish smile. “I know that I’ve been trying to make this into our old dynamic, and you were right when you said that we don’t really know each other for who we are now. So I want to start all the way over, if that’s alright with you. I want to get to know Y/N Y/L/N, the successful FBI lawyer, not Y/N Y/L/N the person I used to know from high school.” You nodded your head, a curve to your lips. “Well, then if you don’t mind, I’d like to introduce myself.”

You pressed your lips together, unsuccessfully holding back the small laugh as Spencer walked a few paces from you, just to turn around and walk back toward you. He extended his hand and you reached out to shake it. “Hello. I’m Spencer Reid.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. It’s good to meet you, sir.” You bit your bottom lip, knowing exactly how he’d respond.

“Actually, it’s Doctor.”

You feigned surprise. “Wow, doctor, huh? What do you do, Doctor Spencer Reid? Are you a surgeon of some kind?”

He gave a small laugh, trying to compose himself. “No, actually, I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.”

“That’s impressive. You know, I actually work for the FBI as well.”

“Really?” he asked, eyes going wide.

“Yes. I’m a lawyer, but just recently started working for them. I worked for a successful firm just before this.”

“Wow, that sounds very interesting,” he enthusiastically said, eyes shining. “Now, I’m usually not this bold, but I saw you from over there,” he gestured to the spot behind him he’d just come from, “and I must say that you are very attractive. I would love to take you out for dinner and get to know you better sometime…” he trailed off.

“Sounds amazing Doctor,” you agreed.

As he started idly moving around you to get to the stairs, he said, “Well, it’s been really great meeting you Y/N Y/L/N, the FBI lawyer, and I’m excited to get to know you better.”

“As am I, Doctor Spencer Reid of the BAU,” you grinned. God, you two were so cheesy.

“I hope that I will get a call from you soon,” he mirrored your grin, but his voice was a bit less confident than it was before.

“You might not have to hope for too much longer.”

Spencer tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes wide and sparkling. He looked like your Spencer, the Spencer you’d fallen in love with.

He practically skipped down the steps, pausing only momentarily to glance back up at you. He shook his head in disbelief and smiled to himself as he travelled the rest of the way down, and you looked after him with fondness in your eyes. You’d have to say, this was so much better than all the other times you had to watch Spencer walk away. This time, you were overwhelmed with hope for what this new beginning would mean for your relationship.

A/N 2: This was the fourth and final part of this mini-series! I hope you all enjoyed it, and thanks again to the anons that encouraged me to turn this into the series that I wanted it to be! Much love!

[farfromsugafanfic]

Sutures - Chapter Six: Locked In Love

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): mentions of sex, therapy, being chased by a cop (no violence occurs)

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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"Hello?" you said, as Skype connected you to your client. He said he was a college student in the emails you'd exchanged. When his face appeared on the screen you smiled and waved politely. He bowed, which looked awkward over the screen, but it made you laugh. "Kim Jinwoo?"

"Yes!" he said, his eyes widening his eyebrows brushing the ends of his hair which lay over his forehead. "Nice to meet you, Teacher."

"Please call me, Sumi," you said. "No need for the formality." 

He nodded.

"So, today I'm not going to go over much English with you, but I want to ask you a few questions just to get to know you and find out how I can best teach you."

You opened up your notebook where you had previously written down the questions you wanted to ask. It would certainly be possible to have your clients fill out a form with all of this information beforehand, but you liked to ease into it and allow them to get comfortable. You couldn't help but smile when you felt the familiar weight of the pen in your hand, something familiar in such an unfamiliar place. 

"Why are you learning English?"

"I'm studying abroad in America in a couple of months," he said. "I want to have a good grasp on the language before then." 

You nodded and wrote down his answer. "Have you ever taken an English class before?"

"The required ones in school," he said.

You continued on with the questions pausing only to write them down. Your first meeting went well and you waved goodbye to the boy. He smiled at you, his lips full and his teeth white. 

"I'm excited to begin our sessions," he said. "I wasn't expecting my tutor to be someone my age."

"I'm still older than you," you said, laughing. "Even if it is only a year." 

The boy joined in your laughter. "I'll send you my schedule so we can set up our next meeting."

"Sounds good."

"I'm looking forward to it," Jinwoo said, his voice slightly deeper than before. "Noona."

---

You and Yoongi sat on a plush love seat. Each of you clinging to either arm to prevent your thighs or arms from brushing. Yoongi barely looked at you; his face settled in a pout. 

"So," the therapist said. "I've already talked with both of you individually and now we will focus on dual therapy. If either of you needs individual counseling, feel free to contact me."

The therapist was a young woman, older than both you and Yoongi, but too young to be either of your mothers. She had a friendly smile and a voice that cut through the air like a knife through butter; but you still found yourself fiddling with your fingers, digging your fingernails into the skin of your fingertips. 

You'd thought about bringing your knitting needles giving yourself somewhat of an escape from the stagnant air surrounding you, but you didn't want to be rude. So, rather, you stewed in the stagnant air.

"Have you had your first urge yet?" The therapist's pen was poised on the notebook and her eyes flicked between both of you. 

"Y-yes," you both managed to say. 

"The first one is usually the hardest to control. Were you able to stop things before they went too far?"

"We didn't have sex if that's what you mean," Yoongi said. Your eyes widen and you want nothing more than to sink into the couch cushions. "Other than when we first met."

The therapist nods and writes something down on her notepad. "This will continue to be difficult for both of you, which is why it's important to have a close relationship, even though the end goal is to break this biological bond between you. What would each of you say is the hardest part so far?"

You both remained quiet. You still fiddled with your fingers wishing now that you'd brought your needles along. You felt a warmth come over your left hand briefly. You caught the sight of Yoongi's hand moving back to rest in his lap. His gaze, however, was still on you and your now still hands, his momentary warmth calming your restless limbs. 

"We don't really know each other," Yoongi said. "We met only a few days ago and it's hard to find comfort in each other if we don't really know each other. And--"

"And we both got cheated on," you said. "It's hard to trust someone again."

Yoongi's gaze was on you again, burning a hole in your profile. You secretly wanted to reach out for his hand again and cling to it, because even if you weren't friends, even if you hated each other, there was still something that made you feel safe when your hand was in his. 

"That's understandable," the therapist said. "Why don't each of you plan a date? Don't look at as a romantic gesture, just something you can do together to get to know each other a little better." 

You nodded, but Yoongi shifted uncomfortably beside you. 

"I thought the point was the break whatever bond there is."

She nodded towards Yoongi. "It is," she said. "But, you have to remember it's imperative to build an emotional connection with each other, because as the biological bond breaks it can cause severe mental health issues, which is why I'm here to help you. If you have a separate emotional bond, even just as friends, it will make severing the biological bond easier."

You and Yoongi nodded and you felt as he relaxed back down into the couch. Despite saying he didn't know you well, it seemed like he didn't want to know you.

Yet, you remember waking up that morning on the couch in his studio. At first, you didn't know where you were, not able to see much in the dark, but then you caught the faint glow of the computer screen and Yoongi's huddled shape in the chair. A blanket curled around his form and he clicked away aimlessly on the desktop, unknowingly bouncing his head to a beat you couldn't hear. 

It was early in the morning. He either had gotten up early to work or had stayed in the studio with you the whole night. You weren't sure which was worse. 

"You must be careful not to develop romantic feelings because the bond can still break and if someone has lingering feelings, it can cause them to continue to experience the withdrawals, which often in those cases is deadly."

You glanced at each other and smiles broke on both of your faces, the previous tension in the room dissipating into the air.

"I don't think that will be a problem."

---

It didn't take you long to figure out what you wanted to do with Yoongi on your "date". You saw him slouch as soon as the two of you stepped onto the bus. He'd worn a hat and a mask attempting to hide his identity as much as he could. You couldn't help but crack a smile at the way the boy sat at the very back of the bus. You sat beside him, the rough fabric of his black jeans brushing against the bare skin of your knees.

Even though it wasn't a real date, there was part of you that wanted to date again. Not Yoongi or anyone in particular, you just wanted to feel cared for again. You wanted to have someone who would wrap their hands around yours when you didn't have your knitting needles and felt anxious, someone to tell you everything will be okay. Another side of you wanted to be single, you'd been with Minki for three years, you'd forgotten what it was like to be alone.

The bus neared your stop and you softly tapped Yoongi's knee to signal it was nearly time to get off. The bus pulled into the stop and the two of you climbed off. 

"We'll walk the rest of the way," you said. "It's not far."

"Would it have killed you to use one of the company cars?" he asked.

"This is my date," you said. "Now come on."

You were in central Seoul in the middle of the city and you felt Yoongi tense beside you. You looped your arm through his and walked in the direction of Namsan Tower. 

"Hey!" he said, his arm squirming in your grip. "If someone gets a picture, this will look bad."

"We'll just look like a normal couple," you said. "If anything they'll pay less attention to you." 

Yoongi sighed, his arm relaxing. You heard a small grunt of disbelief from underneath his mask, but he relented and allowed you to interlock your elbow with his. 

You approached Namsan Tower--a large arrow-shaped building that jutted out from the middle of the city--and felt the wave of deja vu wash over you. The last time you were here you were gripping Minki's hand, a smile on both of your faces. You weren't really happy, you didn't realize it then, of course. You always told yourself Minki was the one, you told yourself that Minki was perfect. But, if the boy next to you now was any indication, you'd been lying to yourself. 

"Don't tell me we're doing one of those stupid lock things," Yoongi said as the two of you entered the elevator and you pressed the button for the second floor. 

"No," you said. "We're removing one."

---

When you got to the Locks of Love, there was more than you remember, locks running all along the rooftop deck. There were so many locks it looked as if the walls of the observation deck were made from the locks. 

Despite the mass of locks, it didn't take you long to find the one you and Minki had picked out. It was near the top of the short wall, pale pink in color with yours and Minki's initials written on it and a heart drawn around them. The rain had caused the Sharpie to fade slightly, but the initials were still clearly visible.

You removed a bobby pin from your hair, a shorter piece of your hair falling into your face. You tucked it behind your ear and wiggled the bobby pin into the lock. 

"I'm guessing you didn't keep the key?"

You smiled sheepishly and laughed at your own stupidity. "We threw it in the Han."

Even though Yoongi still wore a mask, you could see his plump lips forming a smirk underneath it. 

"What?" you asked. "We thought we were in love."

"You weren't?"

You sighed. "I don't know. I at least thought I was." 

Yoongi didn't react, but you felt his eyes watching intently as you wiggled the bobby pin back and forth, trying to get the lock to release. After a few minutes of struggling, Yoongi stepped in front of you, his keys in his hand. 

"Sometimes if you have a similar key you can trick the lock into unlocking," he said. He tried a few of his keys, a small one eventually slipping in the lock. He jostled it, but to no avail. 

"How do you know that?"

He raised his eyebrow. "You really want to know that?"

You noticed a few people looking at the two of you suspiciously. The last thing you needed was attention, it was a risk to come to such a busy place with Yoongi anyway. You nervously turned the bobby pin around in your fingers.

"You think if we just pulled on it long enough it would come off?"

You laughed, only causing more eyes to dart your way. You sighed and tried the bobby pin again, not managing to unlock the lock. Frustrated, you threw it to the ground. 

"I should've made a copy of the key," you said. "I couldn't have been so stupid to think it would really last?"

You knew you had been that stupid. You thought Minki was the one even though the moths in your stomach always told you differently. 

"Hey!" you heard someone shout from the other end of the deck. "You can't remove those!"

You noticed the man--a cop--run towards the two of you and before you could process what was happening, you were running down the stairs and back down to the street.

At some point, your hand had fallen into Yoongi's. His hand gripped yours tightly as you followed only slightly behind him. You eventually fell into the crowd of central Seoul and ducked into an alleyway. 

You both breathed heavily and Yoongi pulled down his mask to breathe more freely. His lips and face red, his lips in a pout. His hand still holding yours and your bodies mere inches apart, feeling each other's warmth. 

"I'm so sorry," you said. "I didn't realize it was illegal and I thought it might be therapeutic to remove it. If we get caught, I'll take the blame, cause you're an idol and I've already caused you too much trouble..."

Yoongi laughed. "Shhhh, we'll get caught if you keep rambling." He let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. His chin rested comfortably on the crown of your head. His heart beat against your ear, in near rhythm with your own. 

"Don't worry about the lock," he said, whispering, his breath tickling the skin of your ear. "Just because it's there doesn't mean anything. You don't have to love him, or ever have."

His arms loosen around you and you look up at him. You'd never seen him like this before; his voice deep and calm, his eyes calm and kind, his fingers lightly twisting the ends of your hair. His skin shone in the dimly lit alley and his back was against the wall. 

"I think we're safe, now," he said. "I'll get us a taxi." He pulled the mask back up and held his arm out for you, allowing you to loop your arm through his again. 

You walk down the street to find a taxi, most of which were full in the late afternoon. People push past you and vendors yell out their prices to potential costumers. You don't pay much attention to anyone or anything as you walk, but your eyes flit to a newsstand with its glossy magazine covers and airbrushed celebrities. 

You suddenly catch sight of your face on the top right of a magazine cover. It was next to Yoongi's. You stopped, even the tug of Yoongi's arm didn't startle you from your thoughts. 

You picked up the cover and felt tears coming to your eyes as you take in the headline, "Jang Sumi Cheated On Her Long Time Boyfriend With Min Yoongi?!" A small mention of Yoongi's ex was mentioned as well. 

"Sumi," Yoongi's voice cut through your thoughts. "Come on, I'll explain everything in the taxi." 

He tugged on your hand lightly and after a moment you place the magazine back on its rack and follow him, his hand completely enveloping yours. His hand was your only anchor in the choppy sea. 

Eventually, Yoongi manages to wave down a taxi and the two of you climb in. His hand leaves yours as he tells the driver directions and suddenly you are overboard. 

Everything that had threatened to spill over on the street now spilled over on your cheeks. You turned away from Yoongi, quickly wiping away the hot tears, wondering why it seemed you always cried in front of him when he was the last person you wanted to see you cry. 

"I didn't want to tell you," he said. "I was hoping it would die down before you found out." He paused, taking a deep breath. You turned to face him, it was barely evident you had cried at all, but you felt some tears still threatening to spill over. "After everything with the shoes, Minki's been saying some things. He's saying you were still in a relationship with him when you slept with me. Don't worry, we haven't confirmed anything, most people think he's just a jealous ex, and intend to keep it that way, okay?"

"Everyone knows we slept together?" you asked. "They think I cheated?"

Yoongi reached out and moved the piece of hair your bobby pin freed and tucked it behind your ear. "I'm going to take care of it," he said. "Don't worry, everything will be over when we come back from Japan."

You nodded, wishing more than ever you'd saved the key, so you could unlock the lock and destroy it. Never having to think about Minki again. 

[only--you]

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The Baptist ✰

-·=»‡«=·- 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 7 -·=»‡«=·-

Warnings/ Blood, Violence, strong language, substance abuse, choking, needles, insinuated sexual references, and potential smut. Viewer discretion advised.

A/N - Heyy!! I’m back with chapter seven! Just want to give a, heavy content warning, I know they’re listed above but this chapter includes choking and even smut...yes, I finally wrote some smut for this story, ha! I’d also like to say that I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to get this chapter posted but I’m glad to be back. I’ve officially graduated high school (since may-june, I was homeschooled) so now I have lots and lots of free time so expect more chapters soon! One more thing, I posted a masterlist which can be found in my bio and I also have it pinned to my profile. Okay, I hope you enjoy this lengthy chapter! <<33

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★·.·´¯`·.·★ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ★·.·´¯`·.·★

Delaney finally found out that while she was in John’s bunker, Nick’s wife Kim gave birth to their daughter, Carmina. Delaney decided that before things go any further with Sharky, she has to decide where things are going with John. Before she goes back to the bunker, she makes a pit stop to see someone special. 

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𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

“Hey, we can take my jeep. Once you drop me off at the bunker, you can just drive it back to my house unless John decides to send in the cavalry.” I said throwing Nick the keys and shaking my head. “It’s so fucking annoying when he does that, the bliss bullets make me feel so shitty.” I sat in the passenger seat and struggled to buckle myself because I was shaking so bad. “Hey, are you okay? Be honest.” Nick grabbed my arm and stopped me. “No...not really. I just - when I went to go arrest Joseph, I didn’t know this is how the county would turn out.” I put my head in my hands. I wasn’t crying, I was just disappointed. “Look, none of this is your fault. Nobody knew this is how it would’ve turned out. Don’t blame yourself.” Nick said as he rubbed my back. He took his hand off and started the engine. “Look on the brightside, we’re going to see Carmina right now. Don’t worry about anything peggie related until it’s time, D.” Talking stuff over with Nick, cleared my mind. We pulled up to Nick and Kim’s house, standing on the porch was Kim holding Carmina. “Oh my god! Congratulations guys. Kim, she’s gorgeous. How’re you feeling?” I said as I was rubbing Carmina’s head. “I’m doing alright! My feet hurt so bad though. Other than that, I’m so relieved she’s here.” Kim handed Carmina to Nick and pulled me in for a long hug. “Look, I know things are tough right now but I want you to know that Nick and I are always here for you. What’s going on right now isn’t your fault, remember that.” She rubbed my back. Tears rolling down my face, Kim pulled away. “Nick, why don’t you give Delaney her goddaughter, I’m sure she’s dying to hold her.” Kim said smiling sweetly at me. “Oh, she’s so small. She’s going to grow up to be an amazingly strong woman just like her mother.” I said as I was rocking Carmina back and forth. “And just like her godmother too.” Kim said smiling at me. 

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙

As the sun sets, I realize that I still need to head back to the bunker. “I’m going to have to hand beautiful Carmina back to you, Kim. I have to head back to John’s bunker. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t sent in the-” As Kim grabs Carmina, I feel a bliss arrow shoot straight into my thigh. Suddenly, everything around me fades to black. 

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚙

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

As I start to wake from unconsciousness, I hear faint grunting in the background. I don’t know where I am but the last thing I remember is being with Nick and Kim meeting their daughter. She was so petite and wholesome. I’m heartbroken to know that she has to be raised in the current state of Montana. This isn’t how I wanted things to turn out. Innocent families ripped from their homes, citizens being held under their will to be converted to the cult, innocent people dying, I had no idea this would happen. My eyes are blurry but I’m now able to see where the grunting is coming from. Deputy Hudson is sitting right in front of me. Black mascara has covered her cheeks and she has duct tape over her mouth. I try yelling to her but it’s no use seeing as I have tape on my mouth as well. I start to look around and begin to realize that I’m in John’s bunker. I hear the door latch open and hear John whistling, We’ll Meet Again by Vera Lynn. He slams down a toolbox and opens it up. He removes the one storage compartment and stops. He turns around and begins to tell me a story;

“My parents were the first ones to teach me about the Power of Yes.” John turns around to the toolbox sitting behind him. He pulls out, what looks to be skin, and staples it to the wood of the table. “One night, they took me into the kitchen, and they threw me on the ground, and I experienced pain after pain after pain after pain-” He slammed down the staple gun he was holding. I winced because I had never had him act this way around me. John was usually loving and made me feel safe. He had his moments, yes, but he was never violent. At least towards me. “And when I didn’t think I could take anymore, I did.” Once again, John turns around. This time, he goes into the storage compartment he removed from the toolbox. He grabs a tattoo gun and begins to walk towards me. Hudson, behind him, starts screaming but her screams are muffled due to the tape covering her mouth. John adjusts the lamp that’s next to me and continues, “Something broke free inside. I wasn’t scared, I was-” John flicks the lamp on. “clear.” He plugs a wire into the tattoo gun. “I looked up at them and I started to laugh. All I could say was...yes.” John clicks on the tattoo gun for just moment and then immediately turns it off. “I spent my entire life looking for more things to say ‘yes’ to.” He places the tattoo gun down and popped open my shirt to reveal my chest. For a moment, he just stares...then, he continues. “I opened up every hole in my body and when those were filled, I created more.” John is now making eye contact with me. A single tear comes out of my right eye as I’ve never seen John like this before. I try talking to him but this damn duct tape is my goddamn way. He pulls away and still continues on with his lengthy story. “But it was Joseph who showed me just how selfish I was being.” Hudson is still in the background trying to shout at John. He grabs a bowl off of the table next to him and pulls out a sponge. He begins cleaning off my chest. “Always receiving. Always taking. The best gift isn’t the one you get, it’s the one you give and giving takes courage.” He finishes cleaning off my chest and places the bowl down. He begins to walk back towards the table which has the toolbox on it. “The courage to own your sin. To etch it on to your flesh and carry its burden and when you have endured -- when you have truly begin to atone -- to cut it out like a cancer and display it for all to see. Ha...my god that’s courage.” He stops and grabs a screwdriver. “I’m going to teach you courage. Teach you how to say, ‘yes’ so you can confront your weakness.” John begins pacing and speaking with more volume, clearly full of passion. “Confront your sin. You will swim across an ocean of pain and  emerge...free.” He quiets down and begins to walk towards me again, this time, pointing the screwdriver at me. “For only then can you truly begin to atone.” When he reaches me, he places the cold metal of the screwdriver onto my chest. He then, swiftly takes it off and walks back to the table. “So who wants to go first? Hm? Which one? Hmm? This is lesson number one. Someone’s got to choose.” Feeling the pressure and knowing if I don’t nod my head in agreement, John will just get angrier. I don’t want anything else happening to Hudson because who knows what she’s already been through. I nod my head and wave my bound hand at him. “Yes. YES!” I can hear Hudson screaming in disagreement as John begins to walk closer to me yet again. “You’re not going to regret this. I promise.” He points the screwdriver at me again. “Now, before we begin,” John begins to walk to Hudson and throws the screwdriver to the side. “I think it’s only proper that Deputy Hudson goes back to her room. Confessions are meant to be private, after all.” He reaches the back of Hudson’s chair and begins to roll her towards me. Screaming, Hudson makes eye contact me. We hold it for a moment and I begin to tear up. Hudson is now crying even more than she was before. “Shhh. Shhh...I am not here to take your life. I’m here to give it to you.” John straightens up and pushes the lamp out of the way that had shined on me prior. He places his hands around my neck and begins to choke me. “I’m going to open you and pour your worst fears inside and as you choke, your sins will reveal themselves.” Hudson, next to us begins shouting at John in hopes he’d let go of me. “Only then, will you truly understand the Power of Yes.” He removes his hands from my throat and continues back over to Hudson. “I’ll be right back.” John says as he wheels Hudson out of the room. 

I begin sobbing. I know John was probably doing all of this because Hudson was in the room but I’ve never felt like this before. I knew I should’ve gotten back to the bunker earlier. He probably hated the fact that I was having a good time out of the bunker, thinking I’d get too used to it and want to go out more often. Well, who wouldn’t get used to being outside after being locked in all day? 

𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I roll Deputy Hudson down the hallway of the bunker. I feel bad for treating Delaney the way I did back there but, that’s what happens when you don’t come back to the bunker after many hours of being out. If anything, she should be lucky I didn’t do anything worse to her. I just...I know that, after that interaction, she might not feel the same way about...us anymore. I reach miss Deputy Hudson’s room and I unlatched her door. I bring her inside and shut the door so when I remove her restraints, she doesn’t try anything...funny. I go down to her feet and begin to cut off the rope. Next, I come up to her wrists and finally get the duct tape off of her mouth. “What the fuck is your deal? What are you going to do to Delaney? Don’t you hurt her anymore then that petty fucking choking you did.” She gets in my face. I slap her and push her down onto her bed. “You don’t tell me how to punish my people. What goes on in confessional, is going to be none of your business. You’ll get your fill of confession soon, don’t you worry. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get to.” I remove my hand from her face and head over to the door. I unlatch it and start back down the hallway to Delaney. I open up the door and see Delaney still in the spot that I left her. I place my hand on her shoulder and walk around to face her. I pull up a stool that’s near her and sit down. Reaching up to her face, I remove the duct tape slowly so I don’t hurt her as much. “So, I’d just like to apologize for acting different towards you. I was angry about your tardiness. I felt as though you abandoned me and I didn’t like it. I’d also like to apologize for choking you.” John said stroking my cheek and removing my wrist restraints. “Oh yeah? Well, you should’ve fucking said that instead of choking me and scrubbing me down with a sponge. I’d also like to mention, it didn’t make me feel any better knowing that Hudson was here. Has she been in the fucking bunker the whole time?!” Delaney yelled. “I don’t want to lie to you so yes, she’s been here the whole time. I’ve kept her in the lower rooms as to keep you from be able to hear her. I didn’t want to put you through that or risk other things so I didn’t tell you.” I told her as I started to cut through the rope around her ankles. 

*steamy scene approaching, btw, not just making out ;)*

𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

“Yeah, other things meaning, saving Hudson and leaving the bunker. Look, I love you, John, but choking me and having her bound in front of me, wasn’t the most amazing thing either.” I said flustered as I started pacing back and forth. “Wait...wait. Did you just- did you just say that you loved me?” John grabbed my wrist and I froze. Oh shit...I fucking did. “Yes...yes I did. What are you going to do about it?” I said yanking my arm back and crossing my arms now. John shoved me against the table that had the toolbox on it. He sat me on top and started making out with me. John began unbuttoning my shirt. “You know, you could just rip it off. It would be a lot faster.” I said in-between kisses. “No I can’t, this shirt was expensive.” John pulled away so he could accurately continue unbuttoning the shirt I was wearing. I started laughing as he continued. He then began to unbutton his shirt so I starting unbuckling his belt. I took off my unbuttoned shirt and threw it to the floor. John did the same, as well as pulling his pants down. I undid my belt and threw my pants to the ground. John came back over to me and continued to kiss me passionately. He made his way to my neck and began sucking which left hickies. “Well, if no one knew we were together, they would now.” I said through heavy breathes. “Fuck it. Who cares right?” John said while making his way to nibble on my ear. “Um...maybe Jacob or y’know, Joseph. I’m pretty sure they’d care.” I said rubbing my hand up and down John’s chest as he continued biting my ear. “Okay so, do you want me to stop? Do you want this is to be over?” John said biting my bottom lip. “No...I’m just- making a point.” I replied as I hopped off the table. I grabbed John’s hand and led him over to the chair that I was bound to prior. I shoved him down and he fell onto the seat. I wheeled the chair over to the wall that way it won’t move as much once I sit in his lap. Before I sit down on his lap, I removed my underwear and unfasten my bra. I walked over to John and started to pull down his underwear. I climbed on top of him and he placed both of his hands on my hips to help stabilize me considering we were about to have sex on a chair with wheels. John slowly began to slide his penis inside of me. I arched my back a little and gasped at how it felt going in. I let out a small moan and beginning moving my hips back and forth, slowly. John threw his head back and let out a moan of his own. I placed a hand on his throat and I ran my fingers through his hair with the other. I started picking up speed. With the hand I placed on his throat, I now grabbed his face and roughly started making out with him. John slid his tongue into my mouth and I did the same with mine. He quickly took his tongue out and threw his head back once again, this time letting out an even louder moan. I started riding him even faster and due to how passionate it was, I let out a moan, however, I moaned his name. “John...” I could feel him finish inside me, however I wasn’t done. I got off of him and laid on the floor. In this moment, I didn’t care that I was laying on freezing, dirty, concrete...I was in love. John got the idea and got down on the floor but instead of laying next me, he got on top of me. He started making out with me then slowly worked his way down to my breasts and began running his tongue along my nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he began sucking. As he did so, he slid his hand down to my vagina and began to slide two fingers in. John, however, was a smart man and knew that’s not only what I wanted so he stopped sucking on my nipples and made his way down to meet his fingers. He placed his tongue on my clit and started working. He went as fast as he could, my back arching so far off the ground. I let out plenty of loud moans, even some with his name in there. Then, I felt myself release. But, like I said, John is a smart man...he kept going. Soon enough, I had finished a second time and lastly, a third. He took his fingers out and I was lying there, unable to move a single muscle. Once I had been able to breathe, I told John, “That...was absolutely amazing.” I stretched and stood up. Barely able to walk, I sat on the swivel chair. “John, baby, can you hand me my clothes please..I’m unable to walk.” John turned to me and laughed. He walked over to wear my bra, underwear, pants, and shirt were and handed them to me. He leaned down and kissed me warmly and began dressing himself. Once he was fully clothed, he came over to me and help me out. Buckled my bra for me, buttoned up my shirt, slid on my underwear and next my pants. Then he grabbed my socks and shoes and put those on for me as well. “I love you too, Delaney. I realized just now that I didn’t say anything.” John said, leaning his hands on the chair’s armrests. “You didn’t need to say anything, I knew.” I got close to his face and left him small pecks on his lips. “Would I be able to see Hudson?” I asked John with sad eyes. John let out a sigh. 

𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍… †

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[hailhydra920]

Royally Matched Pt.4

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Matchmaker!Reader Royal AU

Summary: We see a softer side of Bucky. 

Warnings: Sad Bucky. Yes, that is a warning.

Part 4

A/n: The song I used was Without You by For King and Country. 

Bucky subtly searched the halls for anyone before closing the music room doors. He straightened the picture of his mother above the piano, before taking a seat.

“What song would you like me to play, Mother?” Bucky asked with a grin.

He laughed. “Really? Alright, fine, but only for you mother.”

His fingers hovered over the keys before he raised an eyebrow. “Sing? My pipes are not what they used to be… Okay, okay, I’ll do it.”

Bucky slowly began to play the keys, and peaceful music filled the air.

What do you do when you don't get better Strong arms get too, get too weak to hold her Oh god, give me just enough strength to make it through

Bucky sang softly and eloquently, his voice ringing throughout the room.

Sleepless, this madness is walking me out to the ledge And stands there beside me, shivering out on the edge And oh God all I, all I ask is a little relief, just a moment of peace

           You were walking down the halls, hoping to find Prince James, so you could try to start over on better terms. You heard beautiful singing and decided to follow it. You slowly opened the door, and saw the prince singing, his voice full of raw emotion.

I don't want to live without you I'm not ready to live without you So let's dance a little, laugh a little, hope a little more 'Cause I don't want to leave without you, without you

           You could tell he was singing about his mother by the way he sang, and how he occasionally looked at the picture of his mother. You closed the door, not wanting to invade his privacy.  You knew he couldn’t just be the mean stubborn prince of Calterburry. He was soft at times, like now. He had an amazing voice, and you could tell loved his mother. Walking down the hall, you went to go look for Nat.

So let's dance a little, laugh a little, and hope a little more Yes, let's dance a little, laugh a little, and hope a little more 'Cause I don't want to leave without you No, I don't wanna live without you, without you

           Tears were streaming down Bucky’s face as he finished the last verse. Silence filled the room after, and Bucky looked at the picture of his mom and whispered, “No, I don’t wanna live without you.”

~~~~~~~

           “Nat!” You called as you saw her walking out of the kitchen.

“Have you tried their cheesecake?! It’s delicious!” Nat exclaimed.

“I’m sure, but I need you to do something for me.”

“Whatever you need I will deliver! Hit me with it.”

“I need you to threaten Damien into giving us info about the prince.” You said with a smile.

Nat blinked once, then twice. “You want me to threaten the royal butler?”

“Yes. Can you do that?”

Nat laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll get the info.”

~~~~~~~

           “Damien! Hey, wait up!” Nat yelled running toward him.

           “Yes, Ms. Nat?”

           “I was wondering if you could give me a tour of the castle. I haven’t had an official one yet.”

           “Of course, Ms. Nat.” Damien said with a bow.

           Nat and Damien were wandering the castle when Nat finally asked him, “Can you give me some information about the prince? You know, what he’s really like, not the whole prince façade thing.”

           “Ms. Nat, I shall not say anything concerning the prince. It is my duty to make sure he is safe and that his private life stays private.”

           “Please, Damien! Just a little? It would make our job a whole lot easier.” Nat begged,

           “Oh, alright. Do you have a notebook?”

~~~~~~~

           “Ta dah!” Nat said dropping her notebook on top of your pile of papers. “Lots of nice juicy info.”

           You opened the book, and read the first page. “The servant down the hall is very cute and—”

           “Wrong notebook!” Nat said snatching it from your hands. “Uh, here you go.”

           You grabbed the other one and rose a quizzical eyebrow. “Mm hm. I’m watching you.”

           “And I’m watching you!”

           “So, I’ve been looking through some of the profiles, and Stacey and Amy are out of the question. Too, uh, what’s the word? Self-absorbed?”

           “Yeah, I feel like that would be a disaster. Uh, so, are you joining the prince for his speech today?”

           “Yup. I wonder how he acts in front of his subjects.”

           “Well, we sure have our work cut out for us.” Nat sighed.

           “You got that right.”

~~~~~~~

           “And I conclude my speech by cutting the ribbon to the new museum!!!” Bucky said snipping the ribbon,, as people clapped.

           You smiled as you clapped. He had done an excellent speech, you couldn’t lie. He smiled as he shook some of the little kids’ hands. He seemed to be good with kids. You made sure to add that to your mental notebook.

           “Prince Jamie!” A little girl squealed as she hugged him.

           “Hey there Amy!” Bucky said squeezing her. “I didn’t know you and Steve were in town.”

           “King George said we could stay in the castle till your coronation! I do get to go to the coronation party, right?”

           “Of course. The Princess of Brackenburry is always welcome.” Bucky said as you and Steve walked up to him.

           “I’ve met your lovely matchmaker.” Steve said. “I assume this is King George’s doing?”

           “Ah, King Steven, you have amazing skills of deduction.” Bucky laughed.

           “Wow, formalities. What happened to carefree Bucky?”

           “Things change.” Bucky shrugged with a frown. “Now, who wants some lunch?”

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[writingwithadinosaur]

“Under the Knife” - Part 2

“Under the Knife” - Part 2

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Hannibal Lecter x Reader, Will Graham x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 2,500-ish

Key: Chunks of text in italics are (Y/N)’s thoughts. Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Talks of murders, talk of crime scenes, cursing

Summary: You are Will Graham’s sister who works with him at the FBI. When you get offered a job promotion, life starts to change. Some changes for the better; Some for the worst.

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Author’s Note: This is my first Hannibal piece and I am proud of it. There aren’t too many stories for Hannibal, so I figured I would add to the collection.

This does take place in some happy medium where they are all alive and work together. Sort of a happier season 1 era.

This is beta-read by @theeactress​, but please let me know if there is something that we missed or that we should look at again! 

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- DreaSaurusREX

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After your meeting with Jack, you filled out some paperwork and made it official: You were going to be his profiler for any case that he wanted to call you in for. And apparently he already had one building. 

“We have a suspected serial killer hitting close to home. Three killings in Montclair, Lorton, and Fredericksburg.” As he said the Virginian cities, Jack plopped 3 case files in front of you and moved to the board full of evidence that he had.

“Oh! We’re starting right now? O-Okay.” He turned from the board to look at you with a sort of incredulous way. 

“Do you have a problem with that?” 

“I mean, we literally just signed the papers. I thought I would have a night to prepare instead of being thrown right in.” You said the truth without seeming ungrateful or annoyed, which was good. But you instantly started to nervously ramble as Jack nodded and walked back to his desk. “But if we need to start right now, I can. I just wasn’t ready for--”

“You’re right. We’ll start talking tomorrow. For now, take those files, do your homework, and report here at 9AM. We’ll go to the lab and introduce you to Beverly, Price, and Zeller.” Jack smiled and motioned toward the door. 

“Thank you. I will see you tomorrow morning!” You tried to be professional but also show that you were actually excited to work with him. 

“See you tomorrow.”

After putting the files securely in your bag, you headed to your apartment. You put the files on your dining room table before you hung up your coat and work bag. You checked your watch. You had dinner plans with Hannibal in an hour and a half. You stood between your room and the table that the files were seated on. You fidgeted with your ring for a few seconds as you debated on whether or not to start catching up on the case now or after dinner. 

“I can read over the first one and then get ready for dinner.” You told yourself as you pulled out the semi-comfy chair and opened the file. 

Case: #566-A

This case was from 6 weeks ago in Montclair. Ballsy to be close to the FBI and kill people. There were two victims: Dr. Everet and his wife Whinnie. They were found dead in their shared bedroom in their upper-class house. A nice upper-class place thanks to being a doctor. 

Whinnie looked like a murder that you would find in an armed robbery case: Quick throat slit, not much thought or motive into it, left on the floor to bleed out. Dr. Everet on the other hand was what you assumed grabbed Jack’s attention.

Dr. Everet was in the middle of their bed. The autopsy report claimed that the cause of death was exsanguination which made sense considering he was in pieces. Everet was cut at every major joint. His arms were separated from his shoulders, his legs from the pelvis, his thigh from his knee, his forearm from the elbow, and so on and so forth down to his fingers and toes. The report showed that there was a high level of paralytics in his system. So you make him sit there while you cut him apart. That’s why there are no defensive wounds. He had to lay there and endure all of that...

Why was Everet presented like this while his wife was a simple throat slit?

You made some notes in your book, making sure to write out questions to ask the team when you met up with them tomorrow. With every note you made, you found yourself going back to the case file and trying to connect dots. You soon realized that you couldn’t begin to connect those dots until you looked at the other files. 

Without much thinking, you opened all three files, quickly skimming over each of them and writing out the main points that stood out. You were supposed to be at Hannibal’s at 7 o’clock and it was only 5:45. It didn’t take that long to get to his place.

All of the murders happened 2 weeks after the other, starting 5 and a half weeks ago. Dr. Everet was about 6 weeks ago, Dr. Chaseten was about 4 weeks ago, and Dr. Loriet was about 2 weeks ago. Which means this killer is bound to strike again soon if this time frame is important to him.

They all have at least one victim that is treated like a paralyzed piece of artwork like Dr.Everet and at least one victim thrown to the side and killed quickly. The ‘pieces of art’ were all doctors, the others were their husbands or wives.

They all were in different cities in Virginia but close enough to make a solid assumption that this is the same killer.

You were scribbling out a note to ask about if there were any particulates found in any of the bodies when your phone buzzed on the table next to you. You didn’t even look at the screen, you just hit the answer button and put whoever was calling on speakerphone.

“(Y/N) speaking.” 

“Good evening, (Y/N).” The thickly accented voice rang through your speaker and stopped your writing mid-word as you looked from your phone to the files that were now spread out across your small tablespace.

“Dr. Lecter! Hi! Good evening! Sorry, I was um...  caught up in something and didn’t even register who was calling!”

“No need to apologize. I was just wondering if I should still expect you tonight?” You dropped your pen as you frantically looked at the time on your phone. It was 6:15PM. You quickly started to shut the files and stand up muttering a few curse words as you did. “I take it you got distracted?

“Yes! I’m sorry! But I am still coming over as long as the invitation is still good.” You picked up your phone and walked to your room to start to quickly figure out a nice outfit that didn’t look too much like a work outfit or too fancy. “I am getting ready now!”

“As I can hear.” You could almost hear the slight smirk he most likely had on his lips from hearing you fumble around your small space. 

“I should be there right around 7 and I’ll explain myself, I promise.” 

“I will see you then, my dear.” Hannibal hung up while you were slinging your work shirt into your laundry bin. You couldn’t help the smile that spread as you thought about how he called you ‘my dear.’ You know it's probably nothing more than a common nickname for any woman in Hannibal’s life, but it still felt good to be called something other than your real name. 

~~~~~~~~

Somehow you had managed to avoid a lot of major traffic and pull up to Hannibal’s home right at 7 o’clock. He must have heard your engine or seen your headlights because as you got out of your car and made your way to his front door, it was already open with him waiting for you with a small smile on his lips. 

“Right on time.” 

“Did you doubt me?”

“Never.” Hannibal moved to the side to let you in. You were instantly hit with the scents of whatever he was whipping up in his kitchen. 

“One day you’ll have to teach me how to make something really fancy just so I can show off next time I have someone over.” You shrugged off your bag and went to hang it up in the closet, but Hannibal beat you to it.

“Someone like a partner?” He was so good at hiding any sort of inflection in his voice, but you could have sworn that you detected a bit of jealousy. You slightly laughed at the idea of having any sort of romantic partner right now.

“I was thinking more along the lines of my brother. You know I don’t have much of a social life outside work.

Hannibal motioned for you to walk towards the kitchen, you did so and he was right behind you. 

This was normal for the two of you. You tried to have a meal or at least coffee together once or twice a week to give both of you a break from whatever the world was dishing out to you that week. You had met as colleagues when you worked together on a project for the FBI. But now you both were in a comfortable friendship. There was a pang in your heart that wanted to explore the idea of being more than friends or coworkers with him, but you doubted Hannibal felt the same. If he did, he wouldn’t show it due to his connection with your brother and out of respect for you. So the two of you continued this dance of being extremely friendly but too scared to make a move or speak up.

You poured yourself a glass of water and leaned against the kitchen counter as Hannibal reached into the refrigerator for lemon juice and finished up cooking. 

“How was your day today?” You ask him, as you take a sip.

“It was alright. Met with patients, got further in a drawing, figured out what to cook for a beautiful lady as a congratulation of sorts.” Hannibal quickly looked up at you as he said the last half of that before turning to the stovetop. You felt a very small blush creep on your neck, but tried to play it cool. 

“Congratulations?”

“On your new position. I hope you don’t mind that Will shared that with me today.”

“Did he now?” You couldn’t help the slight negativity in your voice as you looked away and played with your ring. “He is definitely not as happy for me as you are. I’m sure you’re aware that he did not want me to accept Jack’s offer.”

“I cannot tell what he said, but I can tell you that he was rather upset when he came in today.”

“Sounds like my brother.” You took another drink of water, not even noticing that Hannibal had plated dinner until he spoke up.

“Now, if you’d please.” You quickly looked up and saw that he was gesturing to the dining room. You tried to help by grabbing a plate or his cup or something to bring to the table but he just gently ushered you into the next room. He never let you help out when you were over as a dinner guest, but you tried every time. 

The two of you sat and began eating. It was a good minute or two of silence before someone spoke up. 

“This is delicious, Hannibal! I don’t know what vegetable this is exactly,” you help up a swirly looking green piece on your fork, “but it is amazing with this sauce you’ve made.”

“That is romanesco broccoli. I thought you might like it. It looks intimidating but tastes like the typical broccoli that you normally eat. It's just a bit… Artistic.” He slightly smiled, happy that he could amuse you with new food. You took another bite as Hannibal reached for his wine. Before he took a sip, he asked something that had been on his mind.

“May I ask what grabbed your focus so much that you almost missed out on dinner tonight?”

“Oh, right! Jack apparently already has a killer he wants me to start profiling. He gave me copies of the reports to read up on before I have my first official day tomorrow. I told myself I was just going to read the first one, but then got carried away.”

“Is this the killer that has been targeting doctors?” You gave him a questioning look, unsure of how he knew about the case. “Jack asked for my opinion at the crime scene for Dr.Chaseten a few weeks ago. Considering they haven’t caught anyone, I’m assuming that is what he has you working on.”

“Then you would be correct. There are now three mutilated doctors that have no obvious correlation to each other other than the cause of death and the fact that they are doctors.” You sipped your drink and continued. “I know I’ve only been Jack’s official profiler for less than a day, but it's still biting at me that I don’t see anything yet.”

Hannibal reached over and put a hand on yours to try to rein you back in before you thought too much about the case.

“I’m sure you will have more answers tomorrow.” You smiled and patted his hand, ignoring the slight butterflies you got from the contact. You took a deep breath.

“I know. I shouldn’t get this deep yet. That insanity will hit me tomorrow when I have to brainstorm with Jack.” You smiled even though it didn’t fully reach your eyes. You knew Hannibal would pick up on it. 

“I think it was Oscar Levant that said that ‘there’s a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.’ Let’s just hope Jack Crawford won’t erase his line.” Hannibal gave your hand a small squeeze before removing his hand, causing you both to return your attention to your meal. 

“You know, we could have rescheduled this dinner if you felt the need to finish your work.” Hannibal was sincere. He understood your work was a major part of your life, but he did like to see you outside the halls of the FBI.

“No! I wanted to come by tonight! Honestly, I needed a mood lifter after today.”

“Oh? How come?” You finished chewing and then spoke your mind. You knew Hannibal was a therapist, but he wasn’t your therapist. So you tried to keep it friendly.

“I should be excited and happy to be starting this new position, but I’m more worried about Will. I don’t want this job to be what divides us, you know? We’re so close, and I am one of the few people that he can be comfortable around. I don’t want to take that from him.” You pause, unconsciously bouncing your leg and fidgeting with your ring slightly. You shook your head as if that would temporarily erase the thought. “I just hope that if I keep working cases, he will get more and more okay with it.” You cut off a piece of fish and ate, letting Hannibal know that you were done speaking.

“I’m sure he will be fine.” You look up to find him staring at you. More like watching you, hyper-aware of your movements that show your anxiety. “But enough about Will.” Hannibal held up his glass towards you. “Here’s to you and your new path in the FBI. May they see you as valuable and wonderful as I do.” 

You patted your lips with your napkin and smiled as you clinked your glass with his. Your heart swelled at his words. Why do you do this to me? 

The rest of the evening was spent finishing your meal and forcing Hannibal to let you help with the dishes. Afterward, he walked you to your car, as usual, opening the door for you like a true gentleman. 

Your drive home was peaceful and you found yourself smiling, thankful for your evening with Hannibal. It was nice to know that someone you cared about was happy for you.

[recollins]

Unwanted (Spencer Reid x you)

To you, Morgan refusing to room with Spencer is his clear attempt to hook you up with your long-time crush. To Spencer, though, it seems no one wants to be stuck sharing a room with him. A/N: If y’all are interested in a (probably pretty smutty) part 2, please let me know! Pairing: Spencer x Female Reader Words: 4,659 Content: Angst Warnings: None Masterlist - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

One Week Ago

It’d started simple enough: a simple jack & coke, and a basket of fries to share between you, Morgan, and Penelope. Just a little something to unwind, hopefully make it easier to get to sleep tonight. It had been a hard case, and going home to your empty apartment had been the last thing you’d wanted to do…

Morgan, of course, had taken that completely the wrong way, and began teasing about finding you someone to take back with you. One drink in, it’d been harmless joking. Now, six shots deep, your self-proclaimed wingman was on the hunt.

“You said yourself you didn’t wanna go home alone,” he pointed out, cocky grin backing up his point as he struggled to stand up.

“I didn’t mean I wanted someone to take home!” you groaned, clinging to Morgan’s arm with a death grip, trying to keep him away from the group of guys at the bar he’d decided to introduce you to.

“Ay, you just said you haven’t been with anyone in six months,” he laughed, easily untangling your unsteady hold on him to try and stand again; you reattached yourself immediately. “As your friend and wingman, I can’t let that slide.”

“You so totally can. I give you full permission to let it do exactly that,” you insisted, dropping your head against his arm. “Morgan, really, I don’t want to take any of these guys home!”

“What, you don’t trust me, sunshine?” Morgan scoffed, then nodded over your head. “Look, I got Penny G a ticket to a pretty good night…”

Instantly your eyes slid to your best friend, leaning against the bar and talking to what would normally be considered a decently attractive man. And yeah, Morgan probably could find you someone to hook up with. Except you didn’t just want any guy, you wanted –

Morgan had capitalized on your distraction and broken free, already moving for a group of guys at the bar. You scrambled after him, snagging his hand and hauling him back desperately; he didn’t even stumble. Oh god, he was really gonna do this. You had to stop him before he got you tangled up into something you didn’t want to deal with. The words came out before you could stop them.

“Morgan no, I don’t wanna just get with someone! I wanna be with someone!”

That stopped him. Morgan turned and gave you a curious look, having picked up on your not-so-subtle play on words. That had been the sign. You should’ve aborted mission right then and there, scampered out of that bar and gotten your drunken mouth as far away from Derek Morgan as possible.

“Someone, or…” a smirk curled dangerously over his lips. “Someone.”

You opened your mouth to scoff when you realized what he meant. It hung open for several seconds before you stammered,

“I – I just meant, I don’t want a random stranger coming home with me –“

“Nah, uh-uh,” he grinned, turning and walking you back to the booth, gently nudging you down before sliding in beside you. “You meant you don’t wanna have a random hookup. And by that look on your face, I think it’s cause you got your eyes set on a particular someone.”

Just play it cool, [y/n]. You’re a profiler too. You can talk your way out of this. Don’t let him figure you out!

“I never said that.”

Smooth. Okay, it’s fine. You can recover from this.

“Oh you did,” he said slowly, eyes narrowing a hint as he studied you. As he profiled you. “There’s one guy you want to take home, someone you haven’t been able to get with that you’ve liked for at least six months.”

“I – what? No. That’s not – quit profiling me!” you squeaked out, drunk thoughts desperately trying to gather themselves to build a defense. Get. It. TOGETHER. You are a profiler with the FBI. You bluff serial killers all the time. You can bluff a drunk Morgan!

“Uh huh. That’s why it’s been so long since you got any. You been hung up on this one dude the whole time. And you know what else? I bet I know him.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Carefully back out of the trap he just set. Walk around it. Don’t fall into it.

No words came out whatsoever. You opened your mouth, and it just hung there as useless as your brain was being right now. Morgan’s smirk just grew.

“That’s what I thought. So let’s see… someone I know. Six months. You transferred to the BAU just about that time, didn’t you?”

“No.”

Oh for fucks sake, [y/n]! How the hell are you a profiler?!

“Huh. Yeah, you did,” Morgan said slyly. Okay, you had to get ahead of him on this! Cut him off, before he snapped the last pieces in place. Stop the train of embarrassment before it could leave the tracks. “Which, by default, means it’s –”

“I do not like Reid!” you blurted out at the same time Morgan said,

“… probably someone at headquarters.”

You both fell quiet for a heartbeat, staring at one another wide-eyed as the words you’d just thrown out settled between you. Oh. My. God. You had just outed yourself. This was not what you’d meant when you said to get ahead of him!

The grin that spread over Morgan’s face sealed your fate. There was no going back. There was no denying your admission, no hiding the crush you’d been harboring all this time. It was out in the open, and in Morgan’s hands it was not gonna end well.

You were never drinking again.

- - - 

Now

Morgan’s dark eyes flicked over Reid’s shoulder, meeting your wide, pleading gaze. A spark of mischief glinted in the wink he threw to you before turning to talk to the man in front of him. Oh god, you were gonna kill Morgan as soon as you got the chance.

He’d been quiet about your crush all last week and all through the first half of this case. You’d been expecting him to tease you non-stop, drop hints to Reid, hang a banner over your desk with your confession and throw confetti every time he passed…

The silence had been a trap. You should’ve known better than to think he would ever let this go. It’d taken time, but now that the opportunity had presented itself he wasn’t letting it pass by him. It was the perfect storm: the hotel was overbooked, Emily and JJ had already paired off, and Morgan had beat you to Hotch by half a second.

Now, he was breaking the news to Reid, and in just a few minutes you’d be stuck sleeping in the same room as the man you couldn’t get out of your head. You were still desperately making faces at him, shaking your head in a silent plea, doing whatever you could to avoid what would undoubtedly be the most awkward night of your life.

“You and I always room together,” Reid said slowly; you could see the tilt of his head as Morgan shrugged.

“We gotta mix it up every now and then. Keep it fresh,” Morgan explained, slinging an arm around Reid’s shoulder as he spun him around without warning, nudging him towards you. “Ain’t that right, [y/n]?”

You were still shaking your head, mouthing don’t you dare at Morgan when they both turned to face you. You froze for half a second and then gave a nervous smile, trying to play it off.

“Uh, y-yeah. Yeah,” you managed, clearing your throat and trying in vain to keep the blush off your face. Dropping his hold on Reid and slinging his duffle over his shoulder, Morgan wiggled his brows at you as you crossed your arms, scowling up at him as he passed.

“Have a good night, you two,” he teased before disappearing up the stairs. For several long, awkward moments you and Reid stood in painful silence, looking anywhere but each other.

Okay, you couldn’t stand in the lobby forever. You’d just have to act like you hadn’t played out this exact scenario dozens of times before with the handsome doctor standing across from you. It was fine. You could do this.

When you looked up, though, the look on Reid’s face caught you off-guard. He’d been staring at you but the moment you locked eyes he gave a quick couple of blinks before looking away, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling nervously. His hands came up to the strap of his bag and he clung to it tight; something he only did when he was uneasy.

He was uncomfortable having to be stuck with you. Your heart sunk, twisting painfully on its way down to the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t even considered that Reid wouldn’t want to be paired with you, and it came like a slap to the face.

Let’s just get tonight over with, you thought desolately, scooping up your duffel and grabbing the key card off the counter, silently leading the way up to the rooms. Reid didn’t speak until you got inside, simply mumbling a thanks as you held the door for him.

He didn’t make any eye contact, not even looking up as he dumped his own bag beside the door. As you turned to move further inside, you froze. Of fucking course. There was only one queen-sized bed. For half a heartbeat excitement shivered through you. Sharing a bed with Reid? Yes please.

Except, when you turned to gauge his response, the look on his face instantly shut those thoughts down. The best way to describe it was absolutely devastated. He stared at the bed unmoving; you could practically feel the cogs whirring in his mind.

When he turned to you, you offered the best smile you could with all the aching in your chest and his expression caught you off-guard. His face was decidedly neutral but his eyes cut through you. At first it almost looked like heartache - mirroring the own inside of you - but before you could pinpoint it he turned away and shrugged his messenger bag off his shoulders.

“Do you mind if I shower first?” his voice was soft; you would’ve missed his question if you hadn’t been so close. You went to answer and the words stuck in your throat as you felt tears welling up. Swallowing them down quickly, you nodded and said,

“No, go for it.”

He didn’t reply, simply stooping and grabbing a bundle of clothes out of his bag and disappearing into the bathroom as fast as he could. As soon as you heard the water start up, you gave a pathetic sniff and quickly tried to brush the forming tears away as you dropped onto the bed.

It was dumb, you knew it was, but Reid’s rejection hurt. Hell, this wasn’t rejection. He clearly flat-out detested being forced with you and you had no idea why. You’d never really talked to him that much, admittedly, but you hadn’t thought that was such a bad thing.

You were a listener, and more than anything you loved hearing him rattle off endless facts about everything under the sun. Whether it be statistics on female arsonists, or the percentage of adult males in the population of Indianapolis, or where German chocolate cake came from, you were all ears. The most conversational you got with him was prompting for more facts. On occasion you got paired with him on a case, but more often than not it was comfortable silence and idle chit-chat on your part, and the endless stream of knowledge from him.

More than anything, you wanted to just talk to him, have a real conversation with him, do something more than stare at him with heart-eyes and ogle his attractive face. You never had, though, because you’d been terrified of saying something stupid to him, or making yourself look like an idiot, or coming off clingy and weird because you liked him so much and sometimes you just ended up staring at him because my god that jawline, and his gorgeous eyes, and those hands -

Well, now it didn’t matter, because you’d totally ruined the tiny bit of rapport you’d built with him over the months - god only knows how - and he had made it clear that being forced to be near you for longer than an hour or two was something he couldn’t handle.

For the duration of his shower, you seriously debated calling Morgan and begging him to switch with you. This was his damn fault after all, and you didn’t want to make Reid any more uncomfortable -

Oh my god. That’s right. There was only one bed. You let out a groan and flopped back onto the mattress, burying your face in your hands. This seriously couldn’t be any more awkward. The water shut off and you sat up quickly, wiping the lingering tears off your cheeks and running a hand through your hair, trying to pull your emotions into place.

Okay, you'd take a shower and then offer to get some dinner. Food solved everything, right? You guys could eat, maybe you could talk through the awkwardness, and if not you’d just build a dividing wall of pillows down the center of the bed and force your way through the next six hours.

And if it all goes to shit I just won’t get on the jet. I’ll leave the BAU and start a new life in Indianapolis and won’t ever both Reid again, you reasoned, getting up to grab your shower bag as you heard the door open. Reid didn’t even look up at you as he came into the room, still toweling off his hair, head down and completely oblivious to the friendly smile you’d offered.

Eyes falling to the floor, you trudged into the bathroom and shut the door, sighing heavily and slumping against the door. Maybe you’d just camp out in here all night. Would that be less akward than forcing him into a bed with you?

Ugh, you had no idea. You couldn’t keep going in circles right now. Shoving off the door, you turned the shower on and as you started to undress you realized you were missing something... Right. Clothes. You sort of needed something to wear. The last thing you needed was to traipse out in a towel and dig for your pajamas; things were already uncomfortable enough between you two as it was.

Shutting off the water briefly, you ducked out of the bathroom and made for your duffle, only to freeze when you caught sight of Reid. He was literally halfway out the door with one bag in his hand and the other slung over his shoulder, eyes wide, staring at you like you’d just caught him committing murder.

Or, y’know, awkwardly trying to abandon you while you were showering.

The two of you stood in painful, tense silence and you literally fought back tears when things clicked into place. He’d been planning his escape - he’d opted to take a shower first just for this reason.

He was so miserable being stuck with you he was literally running the first chance he got. You dropped your eyes to your feet, trying to think of what to say. Had you really made him that uncomfortable? Guilt overwhelmed everything else, realizing it was all your fault Morgan had done this.

“You don’t need to leave,” you whispered, hands wringing together as you tried to keep your voice steady. “I can go crash with JJ and Emily.”

“It’s fine,” he dismissed, the hard edge in his voice cutting into your already sensitive heart. “I don’t want to inconvenience you more than I have.”

What? You peeked up at him through your lashes, frown on your face. He wasn’t looking at you, head turned away, jaw clenched tight.

“You aren’t an inconvenience.” Reid’s lips pressed together into a tight line and he took a breath before he said quietly,

“You don’t have to be nice to me to spare my feelings, [y/n]. Despite what most people think I’m not oblivious when it comes to reading emotions. I’m actually very good at picking up on unspoken cues.”

“I never thought you weren’t,” you told him almost defensively. Why did it feel like he saw himself as the one being attacked here? He was the one running out on you. “I’m not just being nice. I – I really don’t mind you here.”

Well, you could’ve sounded a bit more convincing but again, your nerves and the emotions were getting the best of you and your words weren’t coming out as you wanted them to. Finally, though, Reid turned to look at you. That same emotion was in his gaze again, chocolate eyes glinting with a sadness you hadn’t expected, though the expression on his face hardened into a defensive frown as he threw out sharply,

“You and Morgan really need to work on telling a convincing lie.”

His quip was a blow to the stomach, knocking the breath out of you as you actually recoiled from his harsh tone. When he caught sight of your reaction his frown faltered. Wounded now, all you managed to ask was,

“Why would I lie to you, Reid?”

With a heavy sigh, obviously considering just taking off down the hall, he stepped back into the room and let the door shut. Though he sat his duffle down, his messenger bag stayed in place across his shoulders and his hands came up to tangle in the strap again.

“I saw the looks you were giving Morgan earlier, [y/n]. You didn’t want room with me. And I get it.” His eyes fell to his shoes, hands wringing the strap tighter, voice tightening with emotion as he said softly, “it’s always a race to avoid being paired with me. And normally Morgan sucks it up, but I guess he’s tired of me too. It’s not fair for you to be stuck with me, so I’m not putting you in that position.”

Oh. Oh no.

Your mind replayed the moments in the lobby, guilt and shame swarming you when you realized exactly how that had looked to Reid. Morgan pushing him off with a bullshit line of “We gotta mix it up every now and then”. You, practically jumping up and down begging not to be with Reid, and then scowling at Morgan when he teased you for the matchup. It had looked like you’d drawn the short straw, like Reid was unwanted.

“I’m so sorry,” you said quickly, heart twisting when he didn’t look over at you. “That’s not it at all. I – I mean, I didn’t wanna spend the night with you but –“

“It’s okay, [y/n], I get it.”

“You don’t,” you insisted; the tone of your voice caught his attention and finally he met your eyes. He took in your expression - and the blush on your cheeks - and his brows drew into a frown. “It’s not you, okay? There’s nothing wrong with you, like at all.”

“What is it then?” he pressed, the challenge in his gaze making it clear he really didn’t believe you. He thought you were still just trying to be nice.

You know what? Fuck it. Things were already messy as it was, why not throw everything into the blender and turn it on high?

"I didn���t want to room with you because I’ve had a crush on you for months and I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for you because I don’t know how to act when I’m with you and I didn’t wanna put you in an awkward position,” you rushed out in one breath, speaking before you could stop yourself.

The words hung in the air between you two as painful silence followed your confession. Reid’s brows drew together even more, and for a moment he ducked his head, processing what you’d just said. I mean, you knew it had just been an unexpected dump of information, but the silence was killing you. Did he not believe you? Did he maybe like you back? Had you just made things worse? Was he gonna file harassment complaints with HR and get a restraining order on you?!

Seriously, he had to say something before you imploded.

Finally, after what felt like years, Reid met your eyes again. This time, the unwavering doubt and defensiveness in his stare caught you off guard and you stayed quiet, waiting for him to speak because you had no idea what to do with the look he was giving you.

“Morgan put you up to this, didn’t he?”

Well, you hadn’t been expecting that. Clearly, Morgan hadn’t told him about your crush, but what did he think was going on? All your years on this earth and all your time as a profiler had not prepared you to figure out what the hell was happening.

“What do you mean?” you hedged; he took your roundabout answer as confirmation and he blew out a bitter breath. He deflated, like for just a heartbeat he’d let himself believe my words and now I’d ripped that away from him. “Reid –“

“It’s part of his prank war, right? I took all the spoons out of his apartment –“ ...he what? “ – so he has you pretend you like me.”

Admittedly that hurt a little bit. Your feelings for him were a joke? Defensive again, you crossed your arms and challenged,

“Why would that be a prank?” when he gave you a look as if to say why do you think, you repeated, “I like you, Reid.”

“You don’t,” he deflected immediately. You opened your mouth to argue and he gave a bitter laugh. “You can’t.”

Okay, you knew you weren’t on his level with pretty much anything – smarts, looks, personality… - but seriously. You weren’t allowed to like him because of that?

“What? Why not?” you scoffed, defensive argument on the ready as he told you simply,

“Because beautiful girls like you don’t like dorky, ugly guys like me, [y/n]. I don’t get lucky like that. I let it slip to Morgan that I liked you and I thought that was safe with him but clearly he’s just trying to use that against me.”

Your mouth was still open, having been ready to defend yourself, but now you just couldn’t comprehend what he’d just told you. Reid thought you were beautiful? He… he thought you liking him would be lucky? He’d told Morgan he liked you?! Your heart was stuttering in your chest, still stuck trying desperately to wrap around the fact that Spencer Reid thought you were beautiful.

Once again he took your silence as agreement – oblivious to your bright red face and open-mouthed stare – because he went on,

“I appreciate you trying to be kind but you really don’t need to –“

You did the only thing you could think to do. Before you could second-guess yourself, you crossed the room and stepped up to Reid, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down into a hard kiss. He made a noise of surprise, holding absolutely still as your lips moved against his, trying to convey the honesty you’d been trying to tell him. When he still hadn’t moved, concern sparked in your chest and instantly you broke away, your hand slowly trailing down his jaw as you retreated back half a step.

All he could do was stare at you in complete and total shock. His lips were parted as he drew in a ragged breath, wide eyes flicking back and forth between your own. Okay, he really needed to stop with the painful silences. The embarrassed flush crept slowly up your neck, heating up your face as your hand came up to nervously rub the back of your neck.

“What –“ his voice was an octave higher than normal and he quickly cleared his throat, blinking rapidly as he tried again, “what was that for? Not – not that I mind. I don’t – I just, I don’t understand –“

“I was being serious. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time,” you admitted, dropping your eyes, embarrassment overwhelming to the point you couldn’t meet his stare anymore. “Since I met you, actually. And it wasn’t supposed to come out, like, ever, because I never figured you would like me back. But I got drunk around Morgan and it came out… He said he’s my self-proclaimed wingman so I guess this was –“

“Why wouldn’t I like you?” he pressed softly, taking a step towards you. Unable to look up, nerves still overwhelming you, you simply shrugged your shoulders and said meekly,

“You’re so sweet, and so funny and – and you’re crazy smart. You’re like, the most brilliant person I’ve ever met. And, y’know, you’re kind of ridiculously attractive.” His words from a few moments ago sprung up and now you did flick your eyes up to his to add heatedly, “you’re not a dorky, ugly kid. I hate that you see yourself that way, because to me you’re the opposite.”

His eyes were burning into you, cutting through your core with such an intensity it took your breath away. When he didn’t say anything you had to drop your gaze just to get your thoughts back in order.

Reid’s hand tentatively reached out to you, fingers gently tucking under your chin to tilt your head up. As your eyes met again he closed the distance between the two of you, hand sliding up your jaw until his hand cupped your face. Slowly, he leaned down towards you, giving you time to pull away if you’d wanted to.

You didn’t move.

The ghost of a smile turned up his lips for just a moment before they found yours once again. His eyes fluttered shut and yours did the same as his lips moved gently against your own. Your hand came up to rest over his, making sure he staid put as you pulled back just a hint so you could steal another kiss, capturing his bottom lip between both of yours, sucking softly and drawing a near-imperceptible sigh out of Reid.

You were completely lost in the moment with him as it finally registered that you were kissing Spencer Reid. You were kissing Spencer Reid. In all the months you’d pined about doing this, all the thoughts that had run rampant about the handsome profiler you were fawning over, this easily topped your highest expectations.

When you and Reid finally pulled away, breathless from just those short moments, the smiles couldn’t be helped. You met each others eyes and your grins widened, both ducking your heads as you processed what had happened. Reid’s hand slowly slid down your cheek, fingers brushing your jaw, thumb lightly tugging against your lip and sending sparks through your body.  

“I, um, I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you admitted softly, shy smile curling over your kiss-swollen lips. As you went to step back, Spencer’s hand fell from your face to wrap over the side of your neck, holding you in place.

“I have too,” he murmured, thumb now brushing lightly over the curve of your throat, drawing a shiver out of you that darkened his eyes instantly. He leaned down, catching your lips in a hard, hungry kiss, worlds different from the tentative ones just moments ago.

His tongue swept across your bottom lip and you parted instantly, moaning softly as he took claim over your mouth, hand tightening just a hint against your neck. He tugged back for just a heartbeat, only long enough to catch his breath as he said lowly,

“I’m done waiting, [y/n].” Part 2

[howggswouldreact]

🎡 The Ferris Wheel | Yves

Request: Can I request a first date with Yves of Loona where she goes to the fun fair with the fem reader please? :)

Plot: Sooyoung, a reserved girl but much desired for having a unique beauty, invites Fem!Reader to a first date at a fun fair. The place for a friendship to become something more.

Words: 1,872

Genre: high school!au, fluff

Notes: i smiled while writing this one. have a nice read! ♡

You were very nervous and kept playing with your own hair strands. When you were at home, you kept looking at the time on your cell phone, waiting for a message from her to arrive, canceling this date. Or that the hours passed and she didn't arrive at the time she had scheduled. Or even worse, that she never came and didn't even warn you. 

Would she arrive? Did she really take her own request seriously? Have you been part of a gamble? Because everyone seemed incredulous that you were asked to go out with her, Ha Sooyoung, the most desired girl in high school and who had never shown interest in anyone until she met you. Even you couldn't believe it yourself.

She did not talk to anyone other than her group of three other girls: Jiwoo, Hyejoo and Chaewon. All with their distinct personalities and the only one that was not known about anything was Sooyoung.

Always reserved and never chatting to anyone, she was the owner of an intimidating beauty and a mysterious look that made boys and girls fall in love with in the school hallways. And whoever tried something, always received a look of indifference followed by the same ever sentence from Sooyoung's pink lips: I'm so sorry, but it won't happen.

But now, you were face to face on the subway, on your way to the fun fair she invited you and you didn't know what to talk about. You were nervous, anxious, it felt like your heart was coming out of your mouth. How could it be possible? You talk to her in every class, since she took an initiative. But this time was different. It was a date. A date is different because a date has an explicit romantic intention. And you were her romantic interest. She had made it very clear when she invited you to the fun fair.

"It's a date, Y/N... a date like...", she bit her lip, anxious to say. "Like... a couple. Of girlfriends. Lovers."

And you said "yes" because it was obvious that you were falling in love with her. Anyone could see this. But it wasn't just because she was a beautiful girl. That was something everyone could see. However, no one had known Sooyoung at all. The outer beauty was nothing compared to her inner beauty. Having met her real self made you see her as she really was.

"So... how was your week?", you asked, nervously holding the metal bar, your fingertips turning white.

"You know, Y/N... just because it's a date, doesn't mean you can't be yourself.", she replied, smiling softly at you. "Come on, don't be nervous. It's me, Ha Sooyoung, your chemistry partner."

You were a little embarrassed. Partly because you were acting so strangely with a girl who you had made a good friendship during the last 3 months. And also because "chemistry partner" made it look like a pun. Sooyoung realized the same as soon as she closed her mouth and just like yours, her cheeks flushed.

"Okay, forget the last sentence. Or not. I don't know. Okay, now I'm embarrassed," she said, laughing.

The subway slowed when it arrived at a station, she lost her balance and almost fell on you.

"Wow," you said, holding her. "Are you already falling into my arms?" you joked.

She laughed again. That was great. And you were only halfway there.

Yes, Sooyoung is a beautiful girl and you knew that, she sat next to you in class and you noticed her beauty every single day. But she was especially more beautiful at that very moment. Long, dark hair falling down her back, the sunset kissing her skin, while she handed the tickets she bought online for you both to go through the turnstile and have fun at the fun fair. You both got yellow bracelets that you discovered that would allow you to go to any machine without buying any other tickets. She waited for you to pass and get to her.

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?"

"There is no problem.", you replied and joined your hands at the same time.

Her hand was warm, soft and smooth, you were happy that she took this initiative. She was not ashamed; whoever you met during that date, would see the two of you hand in hand, would see you two together.

"Look at that tent.", Sooyoung pointed with her other hand. "Hit Me With Your Best Shot.", she read the name on the sign above the tent and let out a light laugh. "Isn't that the name of a song? Great pun."

"What if we play?"

You walked to the tent and, despite having a lot of people having fun there, it was not difficult to walk nor were there many lines to face. What made the date lighter and more dynamic.

It was explained to you that it would be enough to shoot the targets below the toys and stuffed animals that you were interested in. 5 bullets only. It seemed very cliché, who knows if you’d won a huge plush bear or plush heart and then give it to Sooyoung and vice versa.

"If I win anything, we'll stay until the park closes.", you said, holding the toy rifle in your hands.

"If I win something, you owe me something.", she replied with a seductive smile that made you breathe a little more deeply.

"Deal."

"Deal."

For some reason, your shots missed the targets. It wasn't intentional, of course, you really wanted to stay with her until the end of the day, until the fair was closed, until it was dark enough. You wanted to enjoy the company of that beautiful girl outside school.

And, unlike you, Sooyoug was taking it easy. She was fixed on a target, and when you looked at her profile, you could feel yourself falling in love with her like in that chemistry class. Maybe it was the way her hair framed her face, maybe it was the way her face took on an expression of concentration when she was focused on something. Maybe it was her naturally pink lips, her thoughtful eyes. Maybe it was... Ha Sooyoung.

You took your last shot and failed at the same time that Sooyoung dropped the target.

"Yes!", she celebrated with a huge smile, receiving what she concentrated on winning. "Here. It's for you.", she held it up for you to take.

You held the small object by the chain and smiled, knowing that it was something that only made sense to you both. A key ring with a test tube pendant.

"What are the chances of this being here?", you asked, putting it in your key as you walked around looking for more interesting tents or machines to have fun.

"I don't know, maybe it's fate saying something to you.", Sooyoung raised an eyebrow at you as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

You smiled sheepishly, putting your house key back in your pocket. You felt lucky to be there, to have been invited by her and to see that she was so keen to make it clear that she wanted you, that she flirted with you because she felt something for you.

"And what do I owe you, Miss Sooyoung?"

"I will save this advantage for later."

Your curiosity grew inside you, you wanted to disturb her, convince her to tell you what it was about. But not even tickling would make her tell that secret, you knew that. And the nervousness inside you told you it was better to wait, that something good was coming.

Night came and you managed to go to practically all the scary machines. When one of you was afraid, the other respected and you walked to a tent. But if one of you was afraid and the desire was bigger than the fear, the other provoked enough for the fear to disappear and finally get in line for the fun.

When you got off the roller coaster, you could smell hot dogs, chips, churros, cotton candy, and other good foods, that suddenly made you feel hungry.

"Do you want to eat something before we have fun on another machine?", asked Sooyoung.

"Hmmm ... how about cotton candy and later we eat chips or something?", you suggested.

"Cotton candy will be."

You bought cotton candy and walked through the park to talk. Sooyoung told you what she planned to do over the summer and wanted to know if you would like to join her and her friends for slumber parties and other programs that the five of you could do together.

"And if you want, we can do more of this... I mean, more dates, you know? Just the two of us.", she added, throwing her cotton candy stick into a trash can and you did the same.

"I'm in. Just say the day and the hour, I'll be there with you."

Sooyoung smiled and held your hand again, interlacing your fingers together.

"Look.", she pointed a little further. "We haven't been to it yet."

Illuminated with different colors, the huge ferris wheel spun slowly and beautifully as you walked over to it. The fair was beautiful at night, full of lights, full of life. You waited your turn in line, while realizing that the ferris wheel would only take three turns, a pause at the top for each turn.

When your turn to get in came, you went up the stairs and sat in the small cabin, not letting go of your hands once.

It started to spin.

"I think this is my favorite part.", Sooyoung said.

"From a fun fair? The view is really beautiful," you replied, your eyes on her.

"From this date. To be with you.”, a small pause as her eyes stared at your face. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life."

You didn't know how to respond. The cabin was going to the top, the wind was cold but you were feeling hot. Fast heartbeat, reddish faces.

"Y/N...", Sooyoung pulled your chin up so that you were looking at her. "You owe me something."

"A-and what would it be?"

"A kiss."

You were speechless. She could flirt when she wanted to. The ferris wheel stopped, you were at the top and the view you had was not of the city but of Sooyoung's sparkling eyes. It was the best view on Earth and you knew that. And you were lucky.

"Y-you can take it, Sooyoung.". you replied with what remained of your courage.

Permission was what Sooyoung expected before she put your lips together. She held your face with one hand and the other didn't let go of yours. You held her jacket, letting your tongues know each other.

The slight movement of the turn that the ferris wheel continued made you separate the kiss in a slight surprise. Light laughter filled the silence followed by the kiss. You were so full of joy.

"This is definitely my favorite part.", Sooyoung said putting her lips and yours together one more time.

And as you kissed again, the ferris wheel continued to spin round and round.