#fuck whoever at head office decides to have 4 screens finish at the same time and go in at the same time

[omtai]

my honest reaction to that information

#omtai post #fuck whoever at head office decides to have 4 screens finish at the same time and go in at the same time #meaning i had 20 mins to clean four screens by myself #the first one was heathers the musical which #i didn’t know had a fuckin ten year long documentary at the end about the show #so i was standing there forever waiting for it to finish and these two fucking bozos would not leave #no matter how much i death glared them #so i thought fuck it i’ll clean around them #so i was hauling ass to make up for the 5 mins i wasted standing there #and i didn’t look and fell down the fuckin stairs #god it hurt like hell but i was so embarassed i just left #rip to the popcorn i didn’t sweep #so then i was boosting it trying to clean the next 3 screens with my busted leg #god i cried so hard and loud in one of the screens it was honestly cathartic #made me feel better #anyways i’m okay #i love closing😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 #genuinely might tell my coworker i don’t need the ride home #bc i think the bus ride will fix me

[wavyhairedbabyy]

Comfort

Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

tldr: Reader is having a tough time during finals week. Karl helps them.

CW: 2 swears (not at each other). Other than that v fluffy. Let me know if anyone finds anything :)

a/n: I appreciate anyone who may have been waiting :) this was essentially what I wished would’ve happened while I was studying for the biggest exam of my life (╥ ‿ ╥)

edited yet?: yes

Y/n stared at their laptop screen, their brain failing to retain any information from their study guide. This was what they had been working on for the last 4 days. It was finals week, the finals week after a long semester of online school. Whoever thought online school was easier than in person school was fucking lying to themselves. Y/n also lied to themselves, believing they could do both work and school during a pandemic. Between finals and their job, the stress began to weight heavy on their shoulders.

Tears brimmed y/n’s eyes. Their brain had been active since they started work at 8AM. Since they got back home and started studying, it began to crumble as each hour passed by. At this point, they didn’t have the time or willingness to stop studying. Tomorrow was the day of their most important exam, the exam that would decide whether or not they would graduate. This was the last night they had to make sure they understood all of the information given to them on the study guide. With an attempt to read the same paragraph for a fifth time, tears started to fall from their eyes, quickly turning from a sob to cry.

***

Karl sat in their shared bedroom, doing some of his own work to prepare for his upcoming projects. Usually they did work together, but he knew y/n needed to stay focus and that was impossible when they were feet away from each other. He was waiting for them to come cuddle up with him after they were finished studying. He loved the idea that he was their comfort at the end of each long day.

His attention was quickly pulled away from his work when he heard sniffling and quieted whines coming from the office. He already had a hunch of what was going on. He knew y/n was too determined for their own good. Getting up from his chair, he made his way out of their room to see what was causing his significant other’s distress.

Karl’s heart shattered when he found y/n crying at their desk. He saw their screen opened to their study guide, quickly realizing the cause of their cries. Knocking on the door, he whispered, “Y/n? What’s going on, baby?”

Upon hearing him, y/n quickly wiped their eyes and paused their sniffling. They answered as evenly as they could, “Nothing crazy, baby. This exam just has me really stressed out. I’m scared I’m not going to pass. I just needed a quick cry and then I’m getting back to work.”

Karl’s brows knitted together in confusion. He didn’t understand how they could continue to work in the mental state they were in. Karl knew y/n and knew they needed a break or their state, and memory, would get worse. He shook his head and began walking toward them, “Nope. We are going to bed and you can keep going in the morning.”

Karl picked their significant other up, carrying them bridal style into their bedroom. Almost immediately, y/n started to move around in an attempt to break free from his grasp, “Karl, I can’t! Tonight’s the last night I have to study! You know this will make or break my college career!”

“I know, baby but just listen to me,” he said, string them on the edge of their bed and kneeling down to their eye level. He held their hand with one hand and wiped any remaining tears with the other, “You’ve been working and studying your ass off for the last 4 days. I know you feel like you can’t take or don’t deserve a break, but you definitely need one.”

“But Karl-”

“No, no ‘buts’. You know I’m right. Going back to work would not help you at all right now. You would go back to that screen, get frustrated and end up breaking down again. That’s not happening on my watch,” He stood up and brought them to their feet. “C’mon, let’s get ready for bed. We can wake up a little earlier tomorrow. I can make breakfast while you study if that makes you feel better.”

Before they could go anywhere, y/n wrapped their arms tight around Karl and shoved their face into his chest. They let out a sigh as Karl reciprocated the hug, a small smile creeping on his face. They looked up at him, resting their chin on his chest, “Can we have omelettes tomorrow?”

Karl laughed and nodded, “For you? Anything.”

Y/n smiled before leaning up and giving him a soft kiss. They pulled away, keeping their noses touching, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

***

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[sometimesiwritebadly]

Rogue Thoughts (Spencer Reid x FBI Agent!Reader)

Summary: Soulmates can occasionally hear each other’s thoughts. You happen to hear the thoughts of a fellow FBI Agent while you’re interviewing for a position at the BAU.

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Warnings: Some language, but it’s just fluff

Notes: SOULMATE AU MOTHER HECKERS

Word Count: 2k

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After nearly 30 years of listening to your soulmate’s thoughts, nothing could surprise you at this point. While most of your friends or family heard relatively normal things from their soulmates before they met, your head consisted of random facts about anything from mental illnesses you’d never heard of to Greek philosophy. Once, you had what you learned to be some of Friedmann’s equations stuck in your head for a week. Despite how little you cared for mathematics, your curiosity had given in eventually and you ended up googling it after 3 days. Whoever your soulmate is, he’s an absolute genius. 

Sometimes the thought of just how smart your soulmate is feels a little daunting; You’re not dumb, you have a master’s degree in Criminology and worked for the FBI, but you couldn’t help but wonder if your soulmate would be disappointed when the two of you finally meet. There’s no way of telling which of your thoughts your soulmate had heard from you over the years; maybe he learned about your study of criminals or some of the bad guys you’d managed to catch over the years...or maybe he learned about how you have almost every episode of Friends memorized. Recently, the thoughts you heard have become more frequent. Back when you were a kid, the thoughts you heard could be weeks or even months apart, but as you got older, you heard his thoughts more and more often. Your mom had said that must mean you’re going to meet your soulmate pretty soon; the same thing had happened with her and your father. 

“17 interviews and we still don’t have a replacement…”

The thought entered your head for a moment, but flickered away before it completed. “Don’t distract me today, soulmate. I’ve got a job interview.” You thought. Even though you don’t have any control over which thoughts he would hear, you hoped he had gotten your message. You currently worked in Crimes Against Children with the FBI, but after 4 years excelling in that area, one of the higher-ups, Strauss, had suggested applying for the renowned Behavioral Analysis Unit. You had become a profiler of sorts within CAC; when you were in college you had attended multiple lectures on the subject matter. Even though you weren’t officially trained, your bosses all agreed that you had the potential. Plus, the BAU had been down an agent for a while, so today you were meeting with SSA Hotchner.

When you arrived at the FBI headquarters today, instead of heading to your usual building, you went to the building where the BAU was held. Your nerves were getting the best of you as the elevator slowly made its way to the 6th floor, and to make matters worse, your soulmate’s thoughts were flying through your head at an astronomical rate. “I should book a flight to visit mom soon…” “Maybe we’ll finally get a new agent today....” “if Morgan tries to make me do his paperwork one more time…” Clearly, he hadn’t heard your plea to try and keep it down today. Or, he has just about as much control over which thoughts you heard as you did with his. Despite the foreign thoughts filling your head, you tried your best to stay focused as you exited the elevator and made your way towards Hotchner’s office. 

As you walked through the room, your eyes were pulled from your destination to the various people sitting at the desks. Or, more specifically, to a certain guy filling out paperwork diligently. “Holy fuck, he’s cute.” You thought. Almost immediately, his head snapped up towards you. “Did he…?” “Wow.” You both thought at the same time. This time, you stopped walking, and he pushed away from his desk to get a better look at you. Your interview had almost completely slipped your mind until you heard someone call your name.

“SSA Y/L/N?” You turned away from the guy, who you were now incredibly intrigued by, to the man you recognized as Aaron Hotchner. 

“SSA Hotchner, it’s good to see you again.” You said, giving him a wave. You weren’t a fan of shaking hands, although you were nervous your avoidance of the motion would come off unprofessional. Luckily, Hotchner didn’t seem to mind.

“Please, call me Hotch. My office is just this way, if you’d like to follow me.” Hotch led you to his office, where you took a seat in the chair across from his desk. Luckily, the thoughts from your soulmate - who may or may not be sitting right outside this office - had calmed down, so you had a clear head for your interview.

~~~

“Garcia!” Spencer burst into Garcia’s batcave, shocking the girl. Morgan stood next to her, looking at Spencer like he was insane.

“What’s wrong, pretty boy?”

“I need to know the name of the agent Hotch is interviewing right now.”

“Ok, you could’ve just asked like a normal person instead of giving me a heart attack!” Garcia grumbles, sitting in front of her computer to pull up the information. “Do I at least get a reason as to why you need to know about,” She paused, reading the name that had popped up on her screen, “SSA Y/N Y/L/N?” Spencer leaned down next to Garcia, so he could see the picture of you on the screen.

“Y/N Y/L/N…” The name felt perfect coming from his lips. It was like he never wanted to say another name again

“Reid? Seriously, what's up with this girl? Do you think she’s bad news?” Morgan asked, clearly concerned about Spencer’s actions

“N-no, I, um, I think she’s my soulmate.” Spencer whispered, not really registering what he had said until Garcia’s excited squeals finally tore his eyes away from the computer screen

“Oh my god this is the best thing that’s ever happened! Are you sure? Oh my god I need to do more research! No wait - if you think she’s your soulmate what are you doing in here with us! You need to be with her and fall in love and get married and name your first born after me like yesterday!” Garcia began rambling, grabbing Spencer’s hand and practically dragging him out of her office and back towards the bullpen. She continued talking as they walked over, while Morgan trailed behind with a wide smile on his face. 

Prentiss and JJ had been chatting at their desks when Garcia dragged Spencer in. “Code Red, ladies! Spencer Reid met his soulmate and she’s with Hotch right now!” Garcia announced, finally letting go of Spencer’s arm. 

“Holy shit!”

“Oh my god, Spence!”

Emily and JJ both gave Spencer a hug, while a blush rose to his cheeks. “I-I don’t know for sure yet. I just, it was like something was pulling me to her. And this time when I heard her thoughts it just felt so…” Spencer was at a loss for words, which was very rare for him. He couldn’t describe this brand new experience.

“Like everything suddenly made sense?” JJ suggested, as the only one in the group who actually knew what the experience of meeting your soulmate was like. 

“Yeah.” Spencer nervously began to play with his hands, turning to look at the door. Through the blinds of Hotch’s office, he could just make out where she was sitting. “Good luck.” He tried to send her the thought, knowing that if they really were soulmates, he should have more control over which thoughts she would hear or not. He may have been imagining it, but he swore she saw her figure get less tense through the blinds.

~~~

“Well, Agent Y/L/N, you’re certainly one of the best candidate’s I’ve interviewed so far. I know you still have an active case to finish with CAC, but once that’s resolved we’d love to have you transfer over here to the BAU.” Hotch said with a small smile.

“Thank you so much, Hotch! My current case is almost wrapped up, so I should be able to officially transfer within the next week or so.” You said with a smile. The both of you stood from your chairs, and Hotch opened his office door for you. Immediately, your eyes found the man again, and you found he was already looking at you. 

“Did you want to meet the rest of the team? Clearly, they’ve all decided it’s social hour anyways.” Hotch suggested, clearly not too pleased with the group that was very clearly not doing any work at the moment. He had mentioned that the team didn’t have a case right now, but you were sure there was still plenty of paperwork to get though.

“Yes! Please.” You said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. Even though you did want to be on good terms with the whole team, right now the only person you cared about was the man in the cardigan.

“Guys, this is SSA Y/N Y/L/N, she’ll be joining us here at the BAU soon. Y/L/N, this is SSAs Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, and Dr. Spencer Reid. Penelope Garcia is our technical analyst, and SSA David Rossi should be around here somewhere-” 

Hotch was practically cut off by Penelope, who immediately pulled you in for a hug. You did your best to hide your discomfort, but you had always been a bit of a germaphobe.“Oh my God it’s so lovely to meet you, we’re all so excited for you to join our little family…” Penelope began to ramble as she pulled away from the hug, which you found endearing. 

“Is she like this all the time?” You thought. 

“Yes. You’ll get used to it.” Your eyes immediately move to Spencer’s. Dr. Spencer Reid.

“I’m sure I will. Don’t know if I’ll get used to talking in our minds though.” You think. You were completely tuned out of the conversation the other Agents had started, now focusing only on Spencer.

“Well, studies show that transitioning to life with a soulmate can be jarring, but not because of discomfort of hearing thoughts. It usually takes couples a long time to learn how to turn it off, which can result in soulmates getting to know each other’s secrets rather quickly. That’s why nearly 38% of soulmates will break up within a few months of starting a relationship, although it should be noted that 87% of those that break up will end up getting back together at some point in their lives.” Spencer’s thoughts began racing, and you suddenly understood all the random facts you had learned from him over the course of your life. As he told you the facts and figures of soulmates breaking up - not the best subject for a pair of soulmates that just met, but you didn’t mind - you noticed that the rest of the team had stopped talking and were now just watching you and Spencer converse in your heads.

“That probably explains why we’re talking with our thoughts instead of out loud. And why your team is staring.” Spencer’s cheeks reddened when he looked away from you and realized you were right.

“Honestly, I forgot they were there. Which is rare for me, I have an eidetic memory.” You laughed aloud at his remark, earning more confused looks from everyone else.

“Sorry, guys, I guess we got a little...distracted.” You spoke aloud for the first time in a few minutes. Spencer moved closer to you, his hand itching to take yours.

“Oh, please, don’t apologize, I was the same way with Will after we met. I know how overwhelming it can be at first.” Jennifer waved off your worries, and extended a hand towards you, “You can call me JJ, by the way.” 

“Oh, um, I don’t really shake hands, I’m a bit of a germaphobe.” You worried once again about coming off as rude, but this remark only made JJ, and the rest of the team laugh.

“Wow, you two really are soulmates, aren’t you.” Derek remarked, swinging his arm over Penelope’s shoulder as he spoke.

“I’m the same way.” Spencer explained to you, “It’s actually safer to kiss.”

“I’m sure we’ll put that to the test when we’re alone.” You didn’t think it was possible, but Spencer’s face became even more red after your thought entered his own head.

~~~

tagged: @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid one shot #soulmate au #criminal minds

[imaginingsoftly]

Baseball Trivia Pt.4  - Josh Anderson

Type: Y/N insert shorts, strangers to enemies-ish to lovers, series

Requested: No

Warnings: standard swearing

A/N: This is the final part! Thank you all so much for reading along, and I hope you enjoyed! Just a note on something from the beginning of the piece, an SID is a Sports Information Director. It’s what Y/N does, I just hadn’t mentioned the title previously.

It was uncharacteristically hot in Vancouver, and it fit Y/N’s angry mood. The anger from Josh’s accusations still hadn’t worn off, and it wasn’t making her job any easier as she dealt with yet another SID who couldn’t follow directions. University of Alberta’s SID clearly hadn’t read any of her emails, and she knew he’d been screening her calls once she started making them since he couldn’t be bothered to read the emails. She had access to Alberta’s stats, but only through their website, so she didn’t know if they were updated, and he had yet to get her a starting lineup. Apparently she would have to go above his head for that. 

Tom, one of the grounds guys who had been with the university for as long as she’d been alive, waved as she stomped down the stairs of the press box. “Going to teach some people a lesson?” Tom laughed as she threw her hands up in the air in a ‘you guessed it’ gesture, and she smiled slightly as she slipped outside. It was impossible to stay mad when Tom was around. 

Both of the teams were warming up already, though thankfully Alberta’s coach was standing on the sideline and not running the drills from the field. Their SID was nowhere to be seen, and Y/N was beginning to wonder if he even existed. If he wasn’t in the press box with her he should have been on the field with the coaches. She caught a couple of the players ogling her as they completed their drills, and she groaned inwardly. She was wearing khakis and a university polo, for fucks sake! 

The coach looked in her direction when she was about ten feet away, and he headed in her direction. “Coach Anderson! It’s nice to meet you.” Y/N stuck out her hand to shake as she reached him, and he gripped her right hand with a smile. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, the SID for UBC. I was hoping to get your lineup for today?” Anderson nodded tightly. 

“Yes, of course,” he said briskly, “Jerry didn’t send it to you?” Y/N shook her head, and he pursed his lips. “That’s the third time this season. I apologize, Y/N.” She smiled at the coach and assured him it was no trouble, even though inwardly she was swearing. As long as she had her lineup, she’d get over it. Several members of the team stared at her as she walked away, she could feel it, but a whistle blew and Anderson yelled at them to get back to work. Y/N smiled inwardly. At least one of the men out here wasn’t an ass.

The game went off without a hitch, and media went faster than usual, and Jerry finally appeared when it was time for media. Who the hell knows where he was during the game. It was early in conference play, and UBC was a hell of a lot better than Alberta. There wasn’t much of a story to be written. Tom was still working on the field when she finished writing her overview, riding slowly on a mower through the field. It would be the women’s turn to play tomorrow, and Y/N knew Tom liked the field to be perfect on game days. He looked happy on his mower, his straw hat still sitting on his head from earlier, when it was sunny. These were the moments she lived for, outside of the chaos of game time. The athletics side of campus was so peaceful at night. Y/N smiled over at the baseball field as she slid past, her favorite place to work. She would have to get Sam, the facilities director, to unlock the gate for her tomorrow. It was her favorite place to work outside of the office. 

She finally left campus a little after nine, and debated stopping to get food. On one hand it would be nice to have it ready after she showered, but on the other it wasn’t in her budget for the week. It was a bone-deep exhaustion that had takeout calling her name as she drove through the city, but Y/N convinced herself it wouldn’t take long to make something small when she got home. Maybe oatmeal. The climb up ten floors in the elevator felt like it took longer than usual, and Y/N let herself into her apartment with a groan. This was her sanctuary. All of the wandering eyes and the unnecessary stress of fighting sexism to prove her worth to the department melted away when she got her first glimpse of the city view every night. The apartment sat in the middle of the city, high enough that she had a fantastic view. Outside of the baseball field, this was her favorite place in Vancouver.

Y/N was just about to open up a beer to shower with when a knock sounded at her door. It was late for visitors, even for Thatcher to show up, so she approached the peep-hole cautiously. Josh stood on the other side, food in one hand and coffee in the other. “What the hell,” Y/N whispered to herself. She looked up to the sky, cursing whoever had given him her address, and opened the door. 

He looked scared when she opened it, and she tried not to laugh at the sight, despite also wanting to slam the door in his face. “What.” Josh bit his lip at the harshness of her tone.

“I came to apologize.” Josh lifted his hands to show the food, as if to prove his words. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was in anger, but that’s not an excuse. I’d like to talk, at least try to be civil.” Y/N sighed, but she opened the door further. Josh hesitated, but he stepped inside. 

He looked good, and Y/N cursed her body for how it reacted to him. He looked cozy like always, in joggers and a t-shirt, and Y/N had to mentally hold herself back so she didn’t run her fingers through the dark hair falling in his eyes. Josh gestured silently at the coffee table with the food and drinks, and she nodded. They moved together to the living area, and Y/N hesitated slightly when Josh put the stuff on the table and then settled onto the couch. “Will you sit, please?” Josh’s voice was soft, and she sat before thinking about it. “Bo told me your address,” he said with a small smile, “I’m sure you were probably wondering how I knew it.” She was going to kill him. And Holly. Damn meddling assholes. 

“Did they tell you to apologize too?” The words came out sharper than Y/N meant for them too, and she almost felt bad when Josh leaned back slightly. 

“I was already planning on it when they told me to. If it makes you feel any better, Holly slapped me when I told her what I said.” Y/N put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. Of course she did. “I shouldn’t have acted that way. I was upset, yeah, and probably more than a little jealous, but that’s not an excuse. It wouldn’t have mattered if you did sleep with half the team, I didn’t have any right to call you a puck bunny.” He paused, like he was trying to decide if he should continue.

“Holly also told me a little bit about you, and about your ex. I hate that I talked about you the way that I did, especially since everyone tells me you do so much for the guys. You flinched slightly when I accused you of messing with the team, and I don’t ever want to be the reason you get that look on your face again. If I could take it all back, maybe start over again, I wouldn’t have said any of it.” 

He smiled a little. “Actually, I probably would have mentioned I thought you and Thatcher were dating and that I was jealous, because that part is true. I really like you, Y/N. I’ve been an asshole, and it’s been really easy to ignore it. You’re going to think I’m a total dick when I say this, but you stuck with me after we hooked up. It was hard to believe that you’d left that night, and that you didn’t leave me with anything. No note, no last name, nothing. That’s usually my job.” Y/N broke up Josh’s words as she threw a wadded-up napkin she didn’t realize she was holding at his head. Josh looked at her in shock for a second, and she mouthed a silent ‘sorry’. He began to laugh, and shook his head. “No, I deserved that. It was an asshole thing to say. Anyway, Y/N, I’m really fucking sorry, and I’d like to start over if you’d let me.”

It was hard to stay pissed when he was looking at her with puppy eyes. She was still mad, sure, but damn it he spoke well. And he’d brought food from Luigi’s, her favorite Italian place in the city. Y/N met Josh’s eyes again and made her choice. 

“I don’t want to start over.” Josh deflated a little bit, and she registered a surprising level of disappointment in his eyes. He began to stand, nodding, but Y/N reached out a hand to stop him. “I’m not going to pretend last night didn’t happen, and I sure as hell don’t want to forget our night in Ohio.” Josh looked down, eyes wide, and she smiled slightly. “I like you. A lot. But if you ever talk about me like that again I will make you wish you’d never stepped foot in Vancouver.” She squeezed Josh’s arm slightly to go with her warning, and he nodded. Josh sat down slowly.

Y/N released his arm, only to grip his hand lightly. “You want a beer? I’d offer you wine, since you guys usually drink that stuff during the season, but I hate the shit. I don’t keep any here.” Josh laughed and okay-ed the beer. She stopped to take a deep breath into the open fridge door, letting the cool air wash over her face. It should have felt weird to have Josh in her apartment, just like she knew she should have been more mad than she was, but right now it seemed like up was down and down was up. Nothing made much sense. He sat on her couch, in those damned soft clothes, looking like he was meant to be there. That jolt in her skin when she grabbed his arm was the same jolt she felt in Ohio. There was something there, and she had to explore it. Josh looked back at her, likely wondering why she was just standing in front of the fridge, and she smiled at him. His answering smile took her breath away.

The food was set out across the coffee table when Y/N reached the couch again, and it was her normal order, down to the lack of cheese on the pasta. Josh smiled when Y/N handed him the beer, and she slid past him to sit on the couch in front of the setting he’d made for her. “How did you know what my order is?” Josh’s smile was sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Wait,” she interjected, “let me guess. Bo and Holly.” His answering smile and nod had her shaking her head. They ate silently, though Josh relaxed the longer he sat there without being thrown out. He finally leaned back against the cushions when he finished eating, his beer cradled in his right hand.

“Holly said you don’t hook up very often.” Josh spoke hesitantly, like he was afraid Y/N would change her mind about forgiving him. “Actually, she said never.”

Y/N took her time chewing her spaghetti, organizing her words. “I don’t do emotional detachment very well.” She met Josh’s questioning eyes with a half smile. “I get emotionally attached to people a little too quickly, especially ones I have sex with. I don’t do hookups because hookups lend themselves to emotional detachment and I just end up feeling like shit.” Josh reached over and gripped her thigh lightly, and when he squeezed Y/N was thrown back to Columbus and his hands all over her body. “That’s probably why Holly pushed so hard for you to come over here,” Y/N continued quickly, shaking off the memories. “She knew I was likely already attached to you and not taking the argument well.” 

She leaned back over her spaghetti, fighting the urge to look at Josh. It was pretty weird to admit to being attached to a one-time hookup, she knew that. It didn’t make her any less attached, though. Josh squeezed her thigh again, an attention-getter, and Y/N looked over at him questioningly. His eyes were soft, and an understanding had settled over his face. He was starting to get her, and that made Y/N feel damn good.

“I got pretty attached too.” He was? Josh ran his hand through his hair roughly, and Y/N lamented the loss of the weight on her leg. “I’m not used to being attached to a woman romantically like this, but I just can’t get you out of my head. It was easy for a while, until last night actually, but now that I see you again I need to keep you around.” His hand left Y/N’s thigh, and she lamented the loss momentarily. His hand quickly found a home where her neck met her shoulder, and Y/N stared into Josh’s eyes intently. “I want the whole damn thing with you, Y/N Y/L/N. The awkward dates, the good dates, the family meetings, the sex,” Y/N groaned at the last one, and Josh shot her a smile. “I fucked up royally, but I promise I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.” 

If he didn’t do anything else well, Josh was made for pretty speeches. Y/N found herself nodding quickly before she could change her mind, and Josh perked up. “Yeah?” She nodded again. “Yeah,” she whispered back.

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It took almost 2 months before they told the team they were dating. The Horvats suspected, because they were the only ones who knew about the argument, but everyone else just thought Y/N was accepting Josh into the fold much like she had every other member of the team. Y/N smiled to herself from her spot next to Holly, waiting in the hallway after the game. Gunnar was settled into Y/N’s arms, sleeping finally. He’d become colicky, and sometimes Y/N’s arms were the only ones he would relax in. Holly said she was a baby whisperer, but Y/N insisted it was because he could tell she was the cool aunt. 

Josh’s arms came around her from behind, settling on her hips as he rested his head on her shoulder to stare down at Gunnar. “You look good with a baby.” Josh’s words were whispered, but Holly clearly got the gist. She smirked, and raised a hand to high five her husband as he reached their group. 

Bo obliged, though he looked confused by both her enthusiasm and the way Y/N and Josh were standing.“They finally got together!” Bo’s confusion turned to one of mischief, and he turned around to holler at Thatcher. Y/N groaned, because she knew what was coming.

“Yo! Dems!” Thatcher turned away from his spot chatting up Jordie and Jessie to raise an eyebrow at Bo. “You owe me fifty bucks!” He pointed at Y/N and Josh, the latter of which raised a hand to wave at Thatcher. Thatcher’s face split as he barked out a laugh, and the team began to cheer. Bo turned back to the pair with a smile. “We’ve been taking bets on how long it would take for you two to get together. I had bet you already were, but hadn’t told anyone. Guess I was right.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, though she settled deeper into Josh’s chest. Of course they’d bet on it. Boys would be boys. Thatcher broke free from his conversation to make his way over, stopping in front of them with a glare Y/N could tell wasn’t that serious. “Hurt her, I kill you. I don’t care if you’re my teammate, that’s my family.” Josh nodded seriously, and Y/N rolled her eyes again. Boys. 

She handed Gunnar back to his parents with a smile and a goodbye. Josh gripped her hand as they walked to the parking lot, and Y/N squeezed back gently. “I’m really thankful I broke my no-athlete rule for you.” 

Josh didn’t speak for a minute, though he opened the car door for Y/N and waited as she settled into the seat. He leaned forward and kissed her gently. “I’m really thankful you know so much random sports shit.”

#josh anderson imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #Baseball Trivia ML

[raquel-and-sergio]

What wouldn’t I do for you- part 4

I finally finished writing the part! Yey! It’s a bit long to make up for posting so late 😁. Anyway enjoy and don’t forget to comment what you thought!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Sergio was sprawled out on the couch, watching the news as if his life depended on it. It did, in some way. He had his phone at hands reach and his walkie-talkie open on Marseille’s channel. He had promised himself not to leave his hiding place till after everyone had checked in their final destination. Already, Nairobi had confirmed that she had reached her paradise refuge. The doctors assured her she was out of danger.

Denver Stockholm and the other too were back home. The Professor was only awaiting Rio and Helsinki’s confirmations.

This time, they had agreed to stay inside the country or place they had chosen to go to for at least one and a half years in order for the police to have lessened their searches. After that they had the right to wherever they wanted, excepted course Europe. And hopefully they had all learned their lesson not to use any satellite mobiles or disobey the safety measures set by the Professor.

Marseille’s voice sounded from the walkie-talkie:

“Everyone has reached their safe houses.”

Sergio sighted in relief.

“Thank you, Marseille. It has been an honor and a pleasure working with you.”

“The pleasure‘s all mine.”

“Take care.” Sergio turned cut off the communication, and threw the gadget along with his phone into the microwave. He then activated it at full speed, barely flinching when it exploded.

He sat back down in the couch. It was done. His plan was once again successful. He didn’t feel anything. All his team was out there, rebuilding their lives, but he had lost the one person that gave meaning to his. He had decided upon not telling Paula and Marivi anything until his return. He has asked the band to check up on them now and then, without telling them anything about Raquel’s death. For all they knew she was enjoying her holidays with Sergio.

Sitting in this basement all alone, Sergio decided it was now time to stare planning his revenge.

He wanted it to be explosive, cruel, memorable, but he knew he owed it to Raquel to get out alive. So that he could go back, and take care of her daughter and mother.

A painful knot formed in his stomach. He wanted to have married her. They would’ve gone on a beautiful road trip, they would’ve explored the world. It wasn’t fair.

He felt so guilty. The feelings that he had been repressing the previous days to plan the bands safe escape had started creeping in through cracks in his mental balance.

“... and when the day comes, you can’t feel guilty of something that you couldn’t control.” Had said Berlin, but Sergio couldn’t care less. He felt guilty, he blamed himself, and he wanted to die.

He is going to personally target Sierra, he thought, who had ordered the execution. And also Angel, who had sat down and allowed it and of course that damned cop Suarez who had killed his own friend while she was unarmed and on her knees. He’ll add Raquel’s ex-husband on the hit-list, because god knows he deserved it.

The next few days were spent transforming his physical appearance so that he could get out in public. He had hacked into security cameras, cellphones, and had started pulling up information that would help him hit his victims where it hurt the most. He wasn’t in a rush, because as the French said, la revanche est un plat qui se mange froid. And Sergio was a patient, patient man.

It was a couple of weeks later, and Sergio was going through the GPS data of Raquel’s ex-husband’s phone. He noticed frequent visits to the a prison in Madrid. That spiked his interest, and he decided to look into it hoping to find something to use against the man. Sergio thought of going to visit the prison himself, but then decided against it as he would be walking right into the lion’s den.

He made a few phone calls on an old-fashioned burner phone, and less than a day later he had the images of the security cameras inside the prison for the last three months.

Sitting back and plunging his fork in a bowl of cold pasta, Sergio began going through the footage.

He noticed that the visits had started very recently, right before the last day of the heist to be precise.

But what was even more bizarre was that the footage of whoever Alberto was visiting was nowhere to be found. Sergio has looked through every single hour of visitation, and he found nothing. He had then looked through the individual cells, thinking that with his status of officer he could visit someone directly in their cell. But again, nothing.

It was as if he went to the prison, disappeared for about some time, then reappeared again. The shortest visit was of one hour and the longest ten.

Actually, right before Alberto, he had seen Sierra coming out of the prison, along with Suarez, but he couldn’t find any footage of them going in.

Sergio was a smart man. He knew what, or rather who linked all those people, especially given the circumstances. But he didn’t dare give in to hope.

One of his monitors beeped, indicating that two of the phones he was tracking were in the same room. Sergio paused the screen on which the footage was rolling, and augmented the volume of Suarez and Angel’s phone recordings.

“... didn’t see her in there, what’s going on isn’t right.”

“Raquel’s a criminal Angel, she’s what she deserves. Besides, it’s not like we aren’t offering her an amazing deal if she just gives us some information about her boyfriend.”

Sergio’s heart skipped a few beats. He felt the room moving around him, his eyes widening in realization. It couldn’t be, he thought, he had heard her shot for crying out loud! He had seen the death certificate in the police database! But then again, that didn’t prove anything. They could’ve faked her death as easily as his band faked an escape. Using the microphones on Raquel against him. His mind was racing with delirious thoughts until Angel’s angry voice pulled him back to reality.

“Suarez they’re torturing her for fuck’s sake! She was your friend, and I know you’re angry at how they humiliated you but fuck she doesn’t deserve that! No one does!”

“How are you so sure about that?”

“I saw her you idiot! I was going to talk to Inspectora Sierra and ask her if I could visit Raquel, and when she saw me she immediately closed the computer she was looking at. But I had seen what was on it Suarez! Raquel was bleeding and bruised all over! Plus, Sierra didn’t allow me to visit her, lied to me that she was in solitary or something till she agreed to cooperate. That’s not okay and you know it!”

“Okay even if what you’re saying is true, it’s not like we can do anything about it!”

There was a long pause. Sergio’s mind was numb. Raquel was alive. Raquel was alive. She wasn’t dead. She was alive. With trembling hands, he called some of his connections that knew more than him about hacking.

“I need all the footage that has been going in and out of the prison for the last twenty days. Every second of it, and not the one from the legal police cameras. Search for none registered cells, solitary confinement anything you can find on the phones of people that have visited the prison these weeks. Look through all of it. Contact me immediately if any of you sees Lisboa in any video. And do it fast, I want answers today!”

His breath shaking, Sergio focused again on the conversation those two idiots were having.

“... I’ll see what I can do. Angel, you know, I used to admire and respect Raquel a lot. She of all people doesn’t deserve torture, so if I find out that she’s being mistreated, I will help you get her out of there.”

Sergio lowered the volume again, Angel’s answer fading in the background.

A deafening silence overcame the room. For the last three weeks, Sergio has been so overwhelmed with grief and obsessed with avenging Raquel that he did not even stop to consider that she might be alive.

Now that he looks back, it makes much more sense for the police to have arrested her, not killed her. They faked her death, knowing that he’ll be listening to make him do something stupid. And like the worst of the beginners, Sergio had walked right through their trap.

And now, Raquel was getting hurt because of him. She has been getting hurt for almost three weeks now and his selfish self, too occupied to fulfill his own desire for revenge, had done nothing about it.

His wallowing in self loathing was interrupted a couple of hours later by a monitor chiming. A new folder had appeared one of his screens titled “Lisboa”.

And suddenly, right there in front of him was Raquel. She was shackled to a wall in what seemed like a terribly uncomfortable position, and was siting alone in her cell. The video was taken by an infrared camera so Sergio assumed the cell was plunged it utter darkness.

He accelerated the video, and saw what seemed to be her ex-husband entering the cell and turning on the lights. His face wasn’t in full view of the camera so Sergio couldn’t be sure.

The video ended there. Feverishly, Sergio clicked on the next one. The cell was dark again. Raquel was hanging her head in exhaustion, and the floor of the cell was covered with what looked like vomit. Sergio paused and zoomed on a small metallic object that wasn’t there before. His stomach churned. A cattle prod.

He went on to the next video, then the next one, then the next one. Every time Raquel would be left alone for some time, an hour, a day, five days, then the man would go in, the video would cut and start again after he’d left. Sergio couldn’t help but notice that she was always naked.

Every few days a new object was added in the corner of the room. A bucket, a rope, a whip, a wet towel. And every in video Raquel would look much worse than in the previous one.

Sergio felt bile rising in his throat, and he rushed to the bathroom. Tears in his eyes, he when back to his pseudo-living room.

Change of plans. Screw revenge he was going on a fucking rescue mission right now. He had lost enough time, and he knew exactly what to do.

Putting on a fake wig and taking off his glasses, Sergio threw in a suitcase his computers, cables, papers... He hastily erased all traces of his presence and walked out of the trapdoor of the bunker. Pulling behind him his heavy bag, he headed towards his garage. With his beard and mustache that he had let grow and a few touches of expert makeup he was unrecognizable.

Twenty minutes later, he had reached an old barn, and he unlocked its creaking doors. An old unregistered car he had bought came to the light. Panting, he carried his heavy bag and managed to tip it on the edge of the car and make it fall in the trunk.

He sat down in the drivers seat, put on his contact lenses and drove north towards Madrid.

The car ride was long and dreadful. The Professor spent the entire time perfecting the plan he had imagined. It was still flawed when, maybe seven hours later he had reached the capital. The sun had only started rising, but he didn’t care. He headed straight to Angel’s apartment and buzzed the intercom.

“Who is it?” Answered after a while Angel’s a sleepy voice.

“I have information about Raquel Murillo.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I have information about Raquel Murillo. You want to see this.” Repeated the Professor.

“Please wait right there I’m coming down.” Angel wasn’t very well awake and despite being curious as to what the man was talking about, he wasn’t careless enough to let a stranger in.

The front door opened and Angel’s chubby figure appeared.

“What do you want?”

Sergio whipped out his iPad and showed Angel a few parts of the footage he had acquired.

“Where did you get these? And who the hell are you?” A hesitation in his words made him sound a bit scared.

“I think you know very well who I am.” Sergio mouth twisted in a sarcastic grin as he saw the look of understanding dawning on Angel’s face.

“What makes you think I’m not gonna arrest you right now?”

”I don’t see how you could. You have no gun, no manacles and I’m easily stronger than you. But more importantly, if you do arrest me Raquel would have suffered all that for nothing. And no one is going to save her, I bet the police is gonna keep both of us there till we spill everything we know about the whereabouts of the band. They might torture her some more even threaten to kill her in front of me, so I’ll have to start talking. Do you really want to have that on your conscience?”

“Okay okay I get your point.” Interrupted Angel. “So, why are you showing me this, what the hell are we supposed to do?”

A faint smile appeared on Sergio’s lips.

“I have a plan.”

#raquel murillo #sergio marquina #casa de papel #alvaro morte #itziar ituño #el profesor x inspectora #marquillo #la casa de papel season 3 #la casa de papel season 4 #la casa de pape #la casa de papel fanficfions #lcdp #lcdp3 #WWIDFY-M

[nobody2212]

Original Character A.N.O x Elliot Alderson

chapter [I] A strange encounter

Loud buzzing was ringing in my ears as I suddenly opened my eyes. I got up from the bed, still feeling shaken by the nightmare I just had. 'Shit, it's Monday' I think, staring at the little black alarm clock on my nightstand. It read 7 AM in bold green characters. I ruffle my hair with my right hand. My body was pleading for some more rest but I knew I couldn't afford to waste more time. I simply took my phone to check for new messages I might've received last night. I notice 2 messages from Tyrell wellick, Annoyance clear on my face as I read the text about how if he made me his personal manager, my payment would get boosted aka bullshit. I just responded with a 'no thank you' at his 'generous' offer. Plus, I don't want my cousin's wife to think something dirty is going on.

Yes, you heard me, I'm the cousin of this dipshit. You would assume that I'm the same as him since we're related and all, but guess what, I actually deny and don't go straight up killing like him. I've worked at E-Corp for like what? 3 months now? And everyone sees me as an enemy, well more like the fans and the F-society clan. Most people don't even know what F-society means, That name's true meaning is 'fuck society' in my opinion. My inner monolog was abruptly stopped as the realization struck me,

'who am I even talking to?'

I shook my head and check the time, now it was 7:15 AM, 'wow I spent 15 minutes staring at the wall' I get up and stretch before deciding to take a bath. While preparing the tub, of course, I put a bath bomb in there. I usually like to entertain myself with those. I put my headphones on and I let the warm water and music relax my aching muscles. I lay there for 30 minutes. After I got myself out I then dry my hair and body. I jump into my suit and put my hair in a nice bun. I go to get my glasses with screen protection because I want to actually see when I'm old. I laugh at my little joke then give food to my bunny, Scott, and leave some water for him before I leave for work, feeling both bored and sick of this hell of a day named 'Monday'.

I pass both men and women, all somehow looking scared yet confident, I see teenagers with masks on their faces as they run past me, one of them colliding shoulders with me, making me lose my balance a little. As I regain my balance I hear the kiddos screaming "F-SOCIETY BITCH!" from behind me. I smirked, seeing how these revolutionary people who created 'F-Society' Just gave these rebels the reason to burst out like bombs. I chuckle, unimpressed by this world. I enter the subway and immediately notice an overdressed dark figure sitting down, waiting for their ride. I tried not to seem too obvious, my introvert self got curious but I just brushed it off, losing my interest as soon as it came. I sit across them, opening my termux and tried to connect with this person's phone.

yeah yeah, I can already hear you say: 'what the hell? you work at e-corp but you're a hacker, but you are not in F-Society?' well let me let you on a little secret, whoever made this, they never wanted that to end like this, they had a good and reasonable cause for it. Maybe people from the company? maybe the corruption and the nasty things women have to do to be someone?

Yeah, sorry but no, I'm not into that shit. I always had the urge to meet them, though. This site they used to make posts, it was so well encrypted, it made my heart skip a beat at how good they were. You may be asking why I said what I said about them. That's just how I feel about it, no one can do this shit ALONE

My attention got caught by the dark dressed guy. He was staring at me deeply, he must have noticed the black text, I quickly turned off my phone and just got up. Luckily, my train was there so I had a good excuse to leave. To my surprise, they also got up and started to follow me. I felt my body tense but I quickly recovered and tried to act as nothing happened. He probably knows I'm onto him. but I'm relaxed because I know I'm going to work and they cannot pass the guard. But this is most likely a common ride and I'm worrying too much, haha. I smile to myself when I notice they were looking at me again. The train stops and I get off, this being the station I was supposed to be at. Then I just leave, still feeling their eyes on my leave form. I give them a smirk over my shoulder.

'well, that was interesting' I laugh to myself as I walk out of the subway to my building (e-corp). It only takes a short while for me to get to my office. I put my purse down before I start the computer, ready to

start this somehow not so bad on monday.....

TIME SKIP TO 4 PM

wow, I'm very surprised Tyrell didn't visit me at all, he must have been REALLY busy today' i think as I get my stuff and put the papers that need to be finished in my purse. I say goodbye to everyone before I start walking to Ron's coffee shop. I heard what happened to the owner. Very unfortunate for him. I get my coffee and waste no time to walk out. I get to the old' sweet subway quite fast. While I wait for the train to arrive I can't help but notice someone with a black hoodie sitting next to me. I ignore the fact that our shoulders were almost touching. After a few moments, I hear a deep male voice say:

"you tried to hack me...why?"

His voice seemed lifeless and cold and that made a shiver run up my spine. "Well you caught my attention with your way of dressing, You looked like you were hiding something, but I didn't seem to get anything out of Termux" I answered, trying not to sound as interested in the topic as I actually was "So did you follow me back there or was it just pure coincidence?" he was silent for 5 seconds then spoke "Well e-corp and Allsafe are pretty close" I turn my head to look at him, only to catch his beautiful eyes already staring at me. "I thought the boss of Allsafe died and that the company died with him," I say a bit thrown off by his eyes

"one of my colleagues discovered that the company has a very nice compromise with e-corp," he said then got up, I followed suit after I noticed our train was here. I entered a different door, only to stare at him from across the corner of the cabin we were in. I huffed under my breath then averted my gaze from him to text my friend, Ollie, who has been single for a while now, not that I'm interested or anything. Ew, no. I just wanted to note that, who knows maybe I'll need it for later. I decided not to tell him about this guy and just get this man out of my head.

I go back to my hacking for a while before I notice someone in here had a stolen phone in their possession. I shortly made a report about it to the police. 15 minutes pass before the train stops and I walk out. In no time I'm back to my apartment's building. I turn on my phone to check the time, the screen read 6 PM. Jesus, I must've talked to that guy a lot. I chuckle as I enter the building then shortly after, my small-sized apartment. Seeing Scott jump and make cute rabbit sounds made me smile. I picked him up, giving him a few pets. After I set him down in his cage I changed my clothes. now more comfortable, I plopped down in my bed with my laptop.

I soon notice my Kali is open, but those were not my commands. I quickly cancel every process it had, then quickly backfire the other hacker's camera. I smirk, seeing that it was the guy from the subway again "What? Already got obsessed with me?" I chuckle, knowing I won't get an answer, "Next time you underestimate me, use the //blockcamera_01." I shut down the laptop, knowing its clean from any social media. After I set it on my nightstand I decide to go to sleep but first I made sure to delete every message and log out from every account on my phone.

That night I fell asleep with a cocky smile resting on my face

[solastia]

Beneath The Surface | 3

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader

Word Count: 4,212

Notes: Ok, I know I said this chapter was going to be a ticket to angstville, but I lied. That’s the next chapter. I decided to just give a touch of angst. I thought Hobi deserved to have a nice date first. Also, so far this is one my favorite chapters of anything I’ve written so far. I freaking love boyfriend Hobi. 

Genre & Warnings: Smut, Angst, Hoseok being cheesy but cute. Doing naughty things in public.

Taking extra precaution to silently creep down the hallway, Hoseok almost let out a loud screech when he was tapped on the shoulder from behind.

“Where the hell have you been?” Namjoon asked, quirking his eyebrow at him. 

“Out,” Hoseok mumbled, avoiding eye contact and continued walking, Namjoon following close behind. 

“Out where, exactly? You were gone all night, and then all day today. You’re lucky I covered for you when Manager came by. Wait, did you leave with that girl?” 

“If by “That girl” you mean Y/N, then yes.” And, oh, how he wished he was still there. He couldn’t believe he’d only known her for a day. It felt she was meant to be his, and he planned on holding onto her whatever it took. He could still smell her on him. The mixture of strawberry and sex was intoxicating. The ache to hold her again was almost painful. 

"J, you gotta be careful, man. You can’t just go around fucking whoever. If she blabs or someone finds out, there would be a shit show to deal with. If you’re that desperate for a fuck, you know Bang PD has those discreet escorts on call.”

“I’m not stupid, Namjoon. I just had to get out for a while. Don’t worry, she’s cool.”

“You think I don’t want to get out sometimes? I do, trust me. I know. But we have an obligation...”

“Goddammit! I KNOW, okay? Fuck.”

Hoseok turns and mumbles, “I’ll see you later.” Namjoon snorts. “Whatever man, just don’t forget they want to see a song sample from your mixtape next week.” He finally enters his own room, leaving Hoseok to finish his journey to Yoongi’s. 

Hoseok is thrilled to see that Yoongi is actually here. He knows that if anyone can help him and not spread stories around, it’s Yoongi. He throws himself on the bed next to Yoongi, who is lounging and scrolling through his phone. 

“Can I talk to you?”

“Apparently you can since you’re speaking to me right now.”

“Please don’t. I'm serious. I really need a good friend right now.”

“Okay, okay, sorry. What’s going on?” Yoongi sets his phone down, giving Hoseok his full attention.

“I’m head over heels for a girl. I REALLY like her, and I want to take her out tonight. I need you to cover for me. Tell everyone I’m down with a cold or something, I don’t care.” Hoseok looks at Yoongi pleadingly, although he knows the routine. He’ll bitch for a bit, then do it anyway. 

“You know that we are at our highest point so far in our careers, so all eyes are on us, and dating is fucking risky?” 

Hoseok nods.

“And you think she’s worth it?”

He simply nods again. 

Yoongi lets out a long-suffering sigh. 

“Alright, you know I’ll help you. Make sure you both are hoodied and masked up. If anyone takes pictures, you’re fucked.” He reaches over to his nightstand and picks up a condom and his car keys, throwing them at Hoseok. 

“And remember,” He drawled, shooting a gummy smile at Hoseok, “Don’t be a fool, wrap your tool.” 

“If only Army knew you can be almost as bad as Seokjin.” Hoseok sighs, smiling widely at Yoongi. “Thanks, man, I appreciate it.” 

Yoongi salutes Hoseok on his way out of the room, quickly going back to scrolling away on his phone. Hoseok heads to his own room, a little more lighthearted. Maybe things will work out after all if even Yoongi wasn’t TOO worried. 

You look in your mirror, pleased with the final outfit choice. Sexy stalker look apparently suited you. Knowing that you and Hobi were going to have to be discreet, you’d draped yourself head to toe in black. Black skinny jeans, black off shoulder peasant shirt, even shiny black pumps. Knowing he’d be here any moment, you went ahead and threw on the equally black zip-up hoodie and sat on the couch to wait. You weren’t sure what time he’d be there, but since it was already late in the day, he couldn’t be much longer.

It’s been seven hours. It’s now midnight, and you’ve finally gotten caught up on the show you’ve been putting off for six months. You sigh, clicking off the television and head to your room. You’re pretty sure you’ve just been stood up. Not that you’re that surprised. The idea that some super hot, super famous, incredible in bed, celebrity would actually want to date you was too far-fetched to believe anyway. Still, he could have at least sent you some lame excuse text. You would have even accepted the ole “It’s not you, it’s me.” Anything was better than silence. 

You throw off your hoodie and kick off your heels, laughing at yourself. Ah, you really were a dummy. You pause when you see the bed. You still had to change the sheets. You rip them off immediately, bundling them up in your hands as you walk to your washing machine. You can smell him on them as you walk. Soft hints of vanilla and sweat. He really did smell great for a guy. Yet another thing that was totally unfair. You threw the sheets into the washer angrily, starting it and practically stomping back to your room. You throw yourself on your bed, not even bothering to get a new sheet set, and just stare at the ceiling. 

You’re distracted from your self-loathing by a soft yip and scratching at the front door. Momo must have heard a neighbor come home or something. Then you hear a knock on the door. You glance to your right at your alarm clock. 12:45 am. What the hell? You get up with a groan and shuffle lazily to the front door. You really need to call the front office and tell them to fix your door camera, you make a mental note as you open the door. 

“Good evening, beautiful!” And there he is, equally clothed in all black, smiling from ear to ear. Were you seeing things now?

“Hobi?” you can’t help but gawk at him, but he just smiles down at you in understanding. 

“I know, it’s super late. I couldn’t warn you ahead of time how long it was going to take because they were doing phone checks today. Like we’re dumbass teenagers instead of grown men.” He mutters bitterly, but he reaches out his hand that he had been hiding behind his back. 

“TADA! Sunflowers! So even though we have to have our date in the middle of the night like a couple of vampires, you can still see the sun!” You cringe at his utter cheesiness as he hands you a gorgeous, AND HUGE, bouquet of sunflowers, peppered with baby breath. You can’t help but smile. 

“Funnily enough, sunflowers are my favorite.” His smile widens even more, something you hadn’t thought was possible. 

“WOW, I’m good. I’ll have to remember to always get Sunflowers for my Sunflower” He puffs out his chest, and you laugh at his antics, ready to forget that just moments ago you were damning him to hell. 

“Well, come in. I’m sure you can see Momo wants to see you, and I’ll just get some shoes and a jacket on.” You walk to the kitchen to put the flowers in water as Hobi makes himself comfortable on your couch, your ever-so-loyal pup making himself comfortable next to him. 

You head back to your room, throwing the hoodie and heels back on as Hobi yells from the living room. 

“Honestly, I thought you’d be a lot more mad and screaming at me about making you wait so long. Sorry about that, baby.” 

You walk back into the living room and try to shrug like you weren’t having a mental crisis earlier. 

“Uh, well, I didn’t think you were actually coming. So, this is actually a pleasant surprise.” 

Hobi cocks an eyebrow at you. “Oh, ye of little faith. Can’t you tell yet you have me whipped as fuck for you?” 

“Hoseok, it’s been ONE DAY!” you laugh at his ridiculousness. 

He scrunches his face in confusion. “Are you sure? I could have sworn this was our fifth-year anniversary date. I was even planning on giving you the traditional fifth-year gift of some wood later.” 

“Oh my God, that was horrible,” you mutter with a shake of your head, as he chuckles and leads you out to the car. 

“What are we even going to do? It’s almost one in the morning,” you ask as you settle in.

“What’s the use of being a celebrity if you don’t have connections? Just trust me.” He starts the car and threads his free hand in yours as he sets off. You stare at your clasped hands in wonder. It amazed you how easily normal, every day, couple things didn’t seem out of place, despite only knowing each other for such a short time. You knew he was kidding about the five years earlier, but it really did feel like you’d been together forever. You weren’t sure yet how you felt about that. You look up to see him smiling softly at you before he turns back to the road. You sigh in contentment as you feel his thumb making little circles, and lean your head back, relishing the moment. 

“We’re here, baby.” you hear a hushed voice in your ear, and you slowly start to wake up. You look through hooded eyes to see Hobi smirking in your face. “Good morning, sunflower.” 

“Mmmphh, sorry. Being in the car always makes me sleepy, unless I’m driving.” 

“It’s Okay. Although you probably shouldn’t drive with anyone else for awhile, if you’re going to be moaning out “Oh HOSEOK” in your sleep.” He grins at your mortified expression. 

“Don’t worry, I enjoyed it very much.” He pecks your lips really quickly, before rushing around to your side of the car, opening the door for you and reaching out his hand. You accept it, and he directs you to stand in front of him to look at the building.

“Here we are. Dinner and a movie. AT THE SAME TIME! Cool, right? You sit down, and they have a little screen that you order from. You can eat restaurant-type food while you watch the movie. They agreed to keep it running late for us. I got tickets for that new comedy.” 

Little did Hoseok know that you were already aware of the place. You remembered it opening for the first time, and you BEGGED your fiance to take you. It sounded so cool, but he’d said it was tacky and that he wouldn’t be caught dead there. And now here you were. Such a little thing, and he didn’t even know how much it meant to you. 

“LET’S GO!” You yell, grabbing Hobi as you practically skip inside. He laughs at your eagerness. 

“AH, so cute.” he murmurs, lacing your hands together as you enter the theater. 

“YAH, that’s your fifth bite. You said you wanted to take one bite to try it. Do you want to switch plates?” You tease Hobi as he shoves another bite of your spaghetti into his mouth, knowing it will just prompt him to take another bite to get a reaction out of you.

He’s barely touched his own dinner, not that you can blame him. It was just a salad, albeit a big salad, but still mostly made of nothing but iceberg lettuce and tomatoes. He said he had to watch his diet since they were going to be filming something soon. You still couldn’t find this speck of fat he kept talking about. He looked lean and muscular like a dancer should. Luckily, you’ve been able to tease him into eating more of your pasta than he’d planned, and that made you feel a little less guilty eating it in front of him. 

“No, just wanted a bite. You want a bite of mine?” He offers you a bit of the salad, and you accept, forcing yourself to act like lemon juice is a totally acceptable salad dressing. 

You turn to the movie as a loud crash in it distracts you, chuckling as you see Hobi steal another bite of pasta. Honestly, you can’t even recall what the movie was about. Some silly college comedy. The two of you had been just talking and laughing together, only turning to the movie on occasion. You could get used to empty movie theaters. You look down and smile before pushing the button to call the attendant to pick up your dishes. Hoseok had eaten the rest of your pasta.

The attendant comes quickly, clearing everything away, and leaves just as fast. Hoseok is leaning back in his chair, patting his stomach contently. He throws an arm around your shoulders, and you lean into him. As far as first dates went, this was definitely up there. There was no awkwardness, just a constant flow of conversation as the two of you continued getting to know each other better. It also probably helped that you’d gotten the initial sexual tension out of the way. You’d already had sex four times today, a record breaker for you. You felt him move his arm from around your shoulders and place his hand high on your thigh, stroking lightly. Apparently, someone thought he’d try for a fifth time. Your suspicions were confirmed when he suddenly drops out of his seat onto the floor, coming up between your legs, and stroking his hands up and down your thighs slowly. He looks up at you, his endearingly sweet smile contrasting almost perversely with his actions. 

“What are you doing?” You hiss at him. “It’s one thing to get caught on a date, it’s another thing to be caught doing it in public with your date. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” 

“Relax, baby. I told them not to come back in after we finished eating dinner. And now...it’s time for my dessert.” 

Your breath hitches as he winks at you and reaches up to the buttons on your skinny jeans, popping them open with snail-like speed. He pulls down the zipper, and you lift up to help him as he tugs down your pants, the cool air hitting your core. You hear him hiss in a breath when he looks back up. 

“No panties? Wow, my girl is naughty.” He chuckles, kissing the inside of your thighs as he makes his way closer to you. You buck when you feel his hot breath on you, already so sensitive just from anticipation. 

Anticipation turns to embarrassment when you realize he’s just smelling you. He practically has his nose shoved in there. You hear his ragged moan as a widens your legs to move closer. He makes his fingers into a V shape, rubbing them up and down through your folds slowly. He’s definitely in no rush.

“God, you always smell so fucking good. Like strawberries and just...you.” He presses a small kiss the top of your mound. All the things that you’ve done together already and this feels like the most intimate. 

You whimper loudly as he flattens his tongue and licks a line from your hole to your clit, circling around it with the tip. With a raspy groan, he pulls you closer to the edge of the seat by your thighs and throws your legs over his shoulders before diving back in like a man possessed. 

You throw your head back, panting heavily. You feel his tongue everywhere; sucking your clit, licking through your folds, lapping away at both of your holes. The sounds of lewd slurping and his deep moans only pushing you closer to the edge. 

“God, baby, you are dripping onto the floor.” He pulls back to look at his handiwork, staring at your pussy like he’s starving, and you feel yourself shiver at the sight of him. His face is covered in your juices, his lips red and puffy. Without thinking, you grab his hair and shove his face back into you. You decided that’s your favorite place for him to be. Only he could make getting eaten out in a movie theater feel like it’s something special. 

“Fuck, yes, ride my face. Use me to cum, baby.” You hear his muffled groan as you rock back and forth across his face, his nose bumping across your clit and his tongue deep in your hole, fucking you with it. 

“Ohhh, Hobi, I’m so fucking close...” you wail, grasping hard at his hair, your thighs probably choking him to death. Suddenly, he looks up at you with a smirk before sliding three fingers right into you, hooking to rub against the spot no one else had ever bothered to touch. 

With a scream, your back arches and you cum, your body pulsing. Your mind clears of everything but the absolute pleasure you were feeling. It felt like you were going forever. As you start to come down, panting and shaking, you look down. Hobi’s head is thrown back, his shirt drenched, bucking his hips erratically into the air. You hear him yell out your name, and watch as another wet spot forms on the front of his pants. 

Hoseok opens his eyes to look at you with a sleepy grin, crumpling to the floor and leaning his head against the back of the chair behind him. 

“Shit, that was probably the hottest thing of all time.” He chuckles, looking down at his shirt. 

“Don’t you...need me to take care of you?” You ask, sitting up a little more, your mind finally starting to clear. 

Hobi laughs. “I just came in my pants like I’m a fucking thirteen year old. I’m good. You squirted all over me, and I lost my mind. Trust me, I had plans to bend you over the back of that seat, but you are too hot.” 

“I what?” You thought that was just sweat all over his shirt. You...

“Squirted. Came like a fucking Goddess all over my hands and face, drenched my shirt. You’re amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever get the sight of you cumming so hard like that out of my head.” He was pulling your pants back onto you, kissing your thighs on his way up. You lift up to help get them back on, and as he’s buttoning them closed, he leans down to kiss you. It’s soft and sweet, and you can taste yourself on him. 

“I think since neither of us has been watching this movie, you wouldn't mind if we left early? I’m starting to get a little uncomfortable down there.” He grins, flicking his eyes down to the stain on the front of his jeans. You blush and nod, gathering your things together to head out. After he throws his hoodie and mask back on, he threads his fingers through yours, and you leave the theater. 

Hobi walks you up to your door and releases your hand, stuffing his in his pockets. He leans down, kissing you hard, and pulls back with a smile. 

“I want to stayyyyy.” He whines loudly, making you smile at his antics. “But we have a shoot in the morning. I have to head back and get the four hours of sleep ahead of me. If I stay here right now, I won’t be sleeping.” He growls playfully, making you giggle, and you nod in understanding. 

“It’s fine. And, in case I didn’t make it clear enough, I had a great time tonight. Uh, if you want to leave it with me, I can wash your shirt for you.” You raise an eyebrow and nod at his chest. 

“Hell no! I’m keeping it and using it for all sorts of depraved activities because it smells like you. I can still smell it under the hoodie. If you’d had panties, I would be using those instead, but someone is a naughty miss.” He leans down and kisses your blushing face before starting to head back downstairs. 

“Get some sleep, Sunflower. I need you well rested.” He smiles over his shoulder, adding a quick wink. “I’ll text you later in the day.” 

You watch as he gets into the car, and he purses his lips into the most ridiculous kissy face as he drives past. You wave until you can’t see the car anymore, feeling silly. 

An hour later, you’re showered and eating a bowl of ramen, Momo at your feet. You swear the image of Hoseok’s wet and desperate face as he eats you out is going to be burned into your brain for the rest of your life. It was probably going to be the last thing you see before you die. You’re never going to have to look at porn again for the rest of your life. 

“Ahh, Momo, have I gone crazy? I’ve known the guy for a day, and already he’s all I can think about.” You stare at the sunflower bouquet he’d brought earlier as you eat, the events from the past day running through your mind. 

You wonder if the fact that he’d been your BTS bias before you’d met him added to your feelings. Perhaps the fact that you’d known of his existence and adored him from afar for four years caused you to have this feeling like you’d known him forever. You knew that knowing about someone famous was not the same as actually knowing them; you didn’t know their doubts, fears, worries. You hoped that Hoseok would stick around long enough for you to learn what he hid beneath his happy surface. Hell, at this point you were practically hoping he’d stick around forever. Sighing at your ridiculous thoughts, you put Momo to bed and head to your room, knowing that he’d be in your dreams at least. 

Hoseok was pretty sure he was in love.

The whole ride back to the dorms, he could smell her through the hoodie, and taste her in his mouth, and it drove him crazy. The sight of her cumming like that was going to be wank bank fodder for the next fifty years. The way she’d arched her whole body up, screaming HIS name. When she’d squirted all over him, he’d done his best to lap up what he could, drinking it down like it was the nectar of life. God, she was the sexiest woman alive to him. He couldn’t stop thinking of what else he’d want to do with her. She seemed so deliciously open to things. Even when he’d started things in the theater, her first worry was him getting in trouble, not doing it in the first place. 

As much as he couldn’t stop thinking of things to do to her, he thought about things to do WITH her just as much. He wanted to take her out for picnics or go to the beach. Hell, he’d like her to meet his Mom. He had it bad. He shook his head at himself as he made his way up into the dormitory after parking Yoongi’s car. 

For the second time today, Hoseok found himself creeping through the dorm, trying to get to the room he shared with Jimin quietly. He needed a change of clothes, a shower, and to rub one out while smelling her on his shirt. Not necessarily in that order. There were no lights coming from any of the rooms, showing that everyone was still asleep. The door to his room was cracked open, which was odd, but he didn’t think too much of it and crept inside. Suddenly, the desk lamp was turned on, and Manager Sejin stared at Hoseok from the desk chair. His look screamed disappointment and worry, and Hoseok got ready for the lecture that was sure to come. 

“Welcome back. I think we need to talk.” 

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