#i have a few more asks but i have not slept in like 48 hours so i will answer them as soon as i can

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Falling For You.

[REQUEST] spencer reid x BAU!reader but they're in a secret relationship, and basically she gets him to watch all these romcoms, so when he makes a reference to something like Notting Hill or You've Got Mail and then the whole secret is blown.

warnings: mentions of lila archer, spoilers for 90s/2000s rom-coms, co-workers to lovers, love confessions, implied smut, secret relationships.

word count: 2.4k

It was no secret that the newest team member had a thing for romantic comedies. From the little jokes she made with Penelope to the quote from Pretty Woman on her travel mug, she was a walking Rom-Com reference.

Hotch understood some of the references, JJ would talk her ear off about her favourites, and even Emily and Derek would jokingly re-enact that scene from When Harry Met Sally every time they had a team lunch. It was only Spencer who didn’t get the jokes, and after having to explain them all to him 1 too many times, she finally invited him over to watch some. 

The first one they watched together was Can’t Buy Me Love. Patrick Dempsey, a loveable nerd has been saving up all summer to buy the telescope of his dreams when the girl next door accidentally ruins her mom's favourite dress and needs to buy a replacement… he ends up buying it for her on the condition that she pretends to date him so his Senior Year can be his best year yet. Spencer likes the movie overall, he wishes someone in his high school took enough pity on him to make him popular. But his favourite scene is when they go to the abandoned airplane graveyard and watch the stars in his homemade telescope. 

“I can make one of those,” Spencer whispers to her. 

“Really?” 

He nods, “It would be pretty easy… maybe we could go star gazing someday too?” He asks, biting the bullet and making this movie date the first of many dates they’d go on. 

—

The next movie they watch is Never Been Kissed. Drew Barrymore is a nerdy reporter who goes undercover at a high school and gets to relive her teen years while falling in love for the first time. Spencer likes this one because he can relate, he never had his first kiss until well into his 20s… and she was an actress, too. When he explains that to Y/N she can’t believe it, but he has the magazine photos of them saying goodbye after the case to prove it. 

“Have you kissed many people since then?” She asks, wishing he’d move a little closer to her and steal one. 

He nods, “a few.” 

“anyone good?” 

He shakes his head, “no, I’m saving the best kiss for last.” 

She looks puzzled? “What?” 

“My best kiss will be from the girl I end up marrying,” he gives her a smile and moves his hand over to hold hers. 

“Oh,” she bites back a smile and looks down at their interlocked fingers. “Have you at least met her yet?” 

“I think so…” 

“Well, then shouldn’t you kiss her to find out if she’s the right one?” She teases, leaning into his space even more. 

“I suppose you’re right,” he teases, he cups her face with his free hand and rubs his thumb over her cheek, “are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

She nods and leans in all the way this time. Effectively pressing their lips together. And even for a first kiss, it sure does feel different. It feels like her last first kiss ever. 

—

Keeping it a secret at work is hard when all they want to do is stare at each other with googly-eyes, they’ve fallen head over heels for each other and not told a single soul. No one knows about their movie dates or their real dates either. No one knows they’ve spent a whole night kissing or that they really, really, don’t mind sharing the hotel room with the two queen beds. And they definitely don’t know that they only slept in the one. Together. The whole week they were away. 

After the case ends, they head back to her apartment for their mandated 48 hours off with the pan to watch as many movies as they can. 

The third movie they watch is You’ve Got Mail. 

“Rival bookstore owners hate each other in real life, yet on the internet manage to fall madly in love with one another. Based on an older movie called The Shop Around The Corner, it’s a beloved story brought to life once again by the one and only Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.” 

She explains every movie like this before they put it on. He’s honestly only watching them because he loves listening to her talk about them. 

“You see, they both have partners in real life but they email each other every day, as friends… but you know what it's like in movies like these,” she smirks. “Best friends who have a lot in common find it easy to fall in love.” 

“That they do,” he agrees. 

He raises his arm over the back of the couch and she sits back, leaning into his side just as his hand lands on her shoulder. They snuggle up close, she hits play and he watches with glee, not knowing this was going to become his favourite movie by the time it’s over. 

His favourite line is when two cars honk at each other and their drivers get out to argue, followed by Meg Ryan saying “Don’t you love New York in the fall?” Which is something Tom Hanks says to her in an email earlier that morning.

He loves the way the old man recalls a woman of his past and called her “enchanting” because what a wonderful thing to say about a woman.

He giggles when Tom Hanks tosses aside Pride and Prejudice cause he just doesn’t get it the way Meg's character does. But ultimately, he picks it back up because he wants to get to know her through her reading history. 

“I sympathize with Frank,” Spencer whispers as he brings out a typewriter when they have a perfectly good computer at her house. 

“I know,” she laughs. “I love the tablets at work, I can’t believe you still have Penny paint the files out for you.” 

You are a lone reed standing tall, waving boldly in the curet sands of commerce. Frank compliments Kathleen, or at least he tries to. 

Spencer giggles again. “I remember what it was like being a lone Reid,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

She gets all flustered, so madly in love with him that she wants to scream it from the rooftops but it feels way too soon. They’re only 3 movies into their relationship. Maybe at 10, she’ll tell him. Till then, she looks over at him and steals a real kiss. 

Kathleen is so passionate about her books in the same way that Y/N loves her movies. Spencer sees so many similarities between them that it’s really no wonder that Tom Hanks’ character falls in love with her. Passionate, kind, beautiful women will always have a place in Spencer's heart. 

Their 4th movie is another Meg Ryan classic; When Harry Met Sally, and now Spencer understands why Derek pretends to have an orgasm when he eats a good salad… 

Their 5th movie is Notting Hill and Y/N can tell he doesn’t like it very much because unlike William Tucker, the actress who kissed Spencer never talked to him again after that. 

Their 6th movie, however, is Pretty Woman. And while they shared a bed all through the last case, they’ve never really slept together. So watching a movie all about sex and falling in love really didn’t help the frustration they were both feelings. By the time the movie ended, it was almost midnight and they should’ve been getting ready for bed. 

She gets up and heads to her room, expecting him to follow but he just stands in her doorway, watching with a bit of anxiety in his gut. 

“So…” Spencer asks. “What happens after he climbs up and rescues her?” 

She stills, her heart fills with love and she quickly makes his way to him. She cups his face in her hands, staring up at him. “She rescues him right back.” 

“Indeed you have,” he leans in and presses a quick kiss to her lips. “You know what all these movies have in common?” 

“What?” She has no idea where he’s going with this.

“They all fell in love pretty quickly, I mean just look at Vivian and Edward, it took them less than a week,” he explains. “So I don’t feel too crazy when I say… I love you, Y/N. I love you so very much.” 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she whispers between kisses. 

They kiss and kiss and he walks with her, leading her toward the bed where they fall in and make love for the first time. It's hot and close and emotional. It's slow and steady and perfect. It’s everything both of them have dreamed of when they finally met the one. 

— 

On their second day off they watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, 13 Going On 30, 50 First Dates, A Walk to Remember, 10 Things I Hate About You, and The Holiday. They would’ve gotten to more if they weren’t so wrapped up in one another. By the time they go back to work, they’ve gotten through half of her list of favourite movies. 

He’s not sure if it’s luck or coincidence or what… but their next case happens to be in New York. 

When they land, they get into their Bureau-issued SUVs and weave in and out of traffic on their way to the scene. They’re honked at multiple times and Spencer just smirks to himself. It’s not until they get out and they’re honked at once again, with some guy yelling at them to get out of his way, that Spencer turns to her and says. “Don’t you love New York in the fall?” 

She giggles and shoves him, “Shut up.” 

“It’s not the fall?” JJ remarks, not knowing why he’d say such a thing or why she’d react like that. 

“Hey, isn’t that…” Emily thinks it over for a second. “That’s a line from you’ve got mail!” 

“How would Spencer know that movie?” JJ laughs it off. 

Spencer turns to beat red with embarrassment. “I’ve seen it…” 

“You’ve seen you’ve got mail?” Derek even rides him for this slip-up. “And when do you have time to watch rom-coms?” 

“I’ve seen the original,” he lies. “It’s based on The Shop Around The Corner. My mom liked it before she got sick.” 

“Okay,” they drop it there. 

Thankfully. 

And by the time the case ends, 3 days have passed, the unsub has been booked into Jail at 9am and they’re free to go home. If they want to. Derek suggests they all go out for breakfast, and Hotch says he rather go home and sleep. JJ wants to go shopping and Emily’s right there with her. 

Spencer on the other hand, he opens his phone and sends Y/N a message. 

“There’s a place in Riverside Park at 91st street where the path curves and there’s a garden. I’ll be waiting there for you.” 

She digs her phone out of her pocket seconds later and smiles, a small sigh leaves her as her shoulders slump. She’s so in love with him it's unreal. 

“What about you, Y/N?” Emily asks her. “Do you want to come with us?” 

“No… no, I have a friend in town I want to meet up with.” 

“Looks like it’s just me and you for breakfast, pretty boy,” Derek teased, wrapping his arm around Spencer. 

He shakes his head, “Actually, I was thinking about going on a little sightseeing adventure, you know I only come to new york for work.” 

“Fine then,” Derek drops it and he, Emily and JJ watch as Spencer and Y/N head off, out of the precinct and in different directions. “I bet you ten bucks they’re meeting up.” 

“Hold on,” JJ says as she calls up Penelope. “Hey, yeah, can you tell me where Spencer and Y/N’s GPS pings in 20 minutes?” 

“I can… why?” Penny asks nervously. 

“No reason. Just a hunch.” 

When Penelope eventually calls her back all she has to say is Riverside Park at 91st Street and they know. 

—

Y/N gets there first, she’s never seen this place in person before. The flowers are even more vibrant than in the movie. There are bees dancing around every other flower, couples walking around hand in hand, people on dog walks and moms with their strollers. It’s just an average early morning in New York. 

And then she sees him. He comes rounding the corner, he’s carrying a bouquet of flowers wrapped in newspaper… at least she thinks they’re flowers. 

What they don’t notice is their friends on the other side of the garden, watching them get closer and closer until they’re chest to chest. He wraps his free hand around her waist, she cups his face in her own hands, and she stares up at him like he hung the stars just for her.  

“I wanted it to be you,” Spencer whispers what was originally Meg Ryan's line. “I wanted it to be you so badly.” 

“You sure did save the best for last,” she knows exactly what he means. 

Just as they lean in to kiss, as his lips meet hers, they hear it. Someone is playing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” just for them. They smile into the kiss, shocked that their life is playing out like a perfectly written movie and then they see them.

It’s their own friends who played it. They’re clapping in the distance, “Woo!!” Emily cheers.

“We knew this would happen!” Derek throws in for good measure. 

They can’t help but laugh, Spencer pulls her in for another kiss, a longer, more hearty kiss. He loves her and he wants everyone to know. 

When she pulls back, she looks as though she could cry, so he extends the bouquet to her. It’s a bunch of yellow, newly sharpened number 2 pencils tied up with string. 

“Don’t you love New York in the fall?” 

“Not as much as I love you,” she says as she takes them, gladly. “Not even close.” 

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[willowser]

sometimes i get the very strong urge to write a comes back ??? fic for bakugou but the more i think about it, the more i realize how emotionally taxing and honestly horrifying it would be.

you and bakugou spend a few years in that weird will-they-won't-they stage before you officially start seeing each other seriously, and then it takes some time to adjust to having a pro-hero for a partner — so it's not always easy. until the time goes by and you have a break up scare or two and things finally level out, and you figure out how to talk to each other and you fall into the beautifully warm comfort of just being together, in love.

and then he fucking dies. in a heart-explodey, blind-in-one-eye kind of way.

the two years that follow are just — time passing, like pages in a chapter you can't understand the words to. you know grief in a way you never could have comprehended before, you wonder what it's all for and how you'll go on. you're angry at him for sacrificing his stupid life and angry at the world for taking him from you, but you're so deeply, down to your bones, heartbroken over losing him.

and you're not the only one; more than any of his friends that you see, deku is the one who is there for you the most. calls you daily and pulls you out of bed, makes sure you eat because he knows that's what kacchan would want. lovingly flings out a few gruff insults that make you laugh until you're both crying in your kitchen. it means something, maybe, that you both can just mourn in the presence of one another, without judgement or care.

your relationship gets a little — dependent. not romantic, at least not for you, but it's like you need the other person for the bits of bakugou they hold that you don't. the memories and the laughs and the bad times as well as the good. the secrets katsuki would never tell you, and the tenderness izuku was never shown.

it never gets easier. every day is just another day. if you think about it for too long, it all comes crumbling down. you're almost having to disassociate through your life just to make it, and that's hard when the whole city mourns him, too. but you do it. every single day, even on the worst of them.

izuku calls you a little more than two years after, in the middle of the night.

sounding way too awake and out of breathe, though you don't think that's necessarily out of the ordinary, considering his profession. he's a very hyper-fixation kind of guy; you can only imagine what hobby he's picked up and also mastered in the last 48 hours.

he asks if he can come pick you up from your apartment because he "needs to show you something important" and you agree, even if it doesn't feel like it usually does, when the nights are long and you both need someone to talk to. this feels — urgent. a bit worrisome.

you don't know where he takes you, but he's quiet the whole way there. in an old sweater, hair mussed, bags under his eyes like he really hasn't slept in the last 48 hours.

("stupid flighty fucker," katsuki would say, sometimes, when the weight of the world was weighing too heavily on the number one hero's shoulders, and even if he would huff and puff and grit his teeth, you'd notice him checking his phone more often than usual. taking every phone call that came without hesitation.)

you almost want to tell izuku that, in the car, because that's what you do, that's how you've kept him alive between the two of you; kacchan would make a point to tell you that's not how generators work, in the shitty horror film you and deku go see, that kacchan wouldn't dare sit through.

("no, he would," you argue, solemn as the lights in the theater warm back to life, as it empties. "he would."

and after a long, heavy beat, izuku would agree. "yeah. he would.")

izuku brings you somewhere that's too clinical to be as quiet and as dark as it is: inside, the walls and floors are sterile with anti-septic but the lights are off, in every hallway. the only visibility comes from a small lamp that's in a lobby of sorts, and there is a small handful of people you don't know, at all, already there. waiting.

you say his name in a small, concerned question, and when he takes both his hands in yours, they're warm and too wide and sweaty. his eyes glow, but in a way you don't recognize. everything he says to you is — gibberish, a mish-mash of worry and half-sentences and all the warning bells are going off in your head.

"y-you can't freak out, okay? you have to—i can explain all this when...when the time is right."

"you said that you would give anything to have kacchan back, remember? you said—you would do anything."

"i know this sounds—i know how this sounds, okay? but nothing is impossible!"

"i just need you to trust me."

and up until now, you had no reason not to. but you're not sure when he slept last, or even when he ate last, or why he's muttering things about his quirk, how he and katsuki are connected somehow, in ways he's not able to explain.

or why you can faintly hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor just beyond the only closer door in this wing of the hospital.

#not me actually crying while writing this lmaooo #deku is ✨ delulu ✨ enough for the both of us kahfkaha #no bc the thing is that he comes back and it's the age old question of. what have we done. #but at what *cost* #in my anime world logic for this deku does something something with all for one to bring him back — along with other unspecified stuff — an #bakugou comes back with deku's memories of the last two years 👀 #and he can FEEL how miserable deku was without him 🥺 how bad deku felt for YOU 🥺 #how weirdly close the two of you got 🤔 #does he come back wrong ????? or does bringing him back make YOU wrong ??? 🥺 #okay bye for real for real we've been driving all day bye bye #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou

[haddonfieldwhore]

look after you - mjf

mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: injury (concussion), mostly fluff, probably ooc for max idk i’m trying. for simplicity i’m using ring names, slightly nsfw at the end

summary: when you sustain a concussion during a match, someone has to watch over you. who better than your older brothers new bff?

your vision blurred as you were slammed onto the canvas, your head hitting it harder than it was supposed to. you were supposed to get up and move to do the next spot- supposed to kick out of the pin, but you couldn’t find the strength to move, instead you eyes fluttered closed as your chest rose and fell heavily with each breath.

it should’ve been like any other match- it was only a power bomb- a simple move that just went slightly wrong. you couldn’t even remember who your opponent had been, your head was spinning so fast. you heard the bell signalling that the match had been ended prematurely, but it sounded like it miles away.

officials rushed over to check on you, and you could feel their hands carefully lifting you onto a stretcher and taking you out of the ring to medical. you could tell people were talking around you, but couldn’t hear what they were saying as you drifted out of consciousness, and everything around you went black.

•••

when you woke up, you were in your hotel room, the bright lights had been turned off so that the only light in the room was lamp on the side table. your head was pounding, but you managed to sit up on your own, albeit slowly, and take a look around. to your surprise, you weren’t alone; none other than maxwell jacob friendman sat in the arm chair in the corner of the room, his head on his shoulder as he slept. max had become friends with your older brother adam in the last few months, and while you were still wary of max due to his reputation as a bit of a scumbag - how much of that was his character you weren’t sure- you had no personal issue with him. if you were correct, he was around your age, maybe a year or two older, and you had been a little surprised at how fast he and adam had become friends.

max seemed to notice that you were awake, as he stirred in his seat.

“hey- how’re you feeling?” he asked, walking over to the side of the bed to check on you.

“i have a headache but i’ll live,” you sighed. “don’t take this the wrong way but-“

“what am i doing here?” he laughed, and you nodded, regretting the decision instantly as pain shot through your head. max placed a hand gently on your shoulder, before seemingly realizing what he’d done and removing it.

“take it easy. the doctor said you need supervision for 48 hours, and your brother asked me if i could keep an eye on you since he’s at home with britt this weekend,” he explained. “but if you’re uncomfortable with it i’m sure we could find someone else to-“

“no not at all. i just didn’t expect to see you when i woke up you know? we’ve hardly talked,” you replied, and then realized that may have come across as rude. “but i am grateful, it’s nice of you to do this for adam.”

“we’re brochacos for life,” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but think that he looked cute when he had a genuine smile on his face instead of the usual cocky smirk.

“i’m assuming if i’m not in the hospital i can’t be hurt too bad,” you thought aloud, and max nodded, pointing to the end of the bed silently asking permission to sit. you pulled your feet up under you to sit cross legged and he took it as a yes.

“yeah, somehow just a minor concussion. you should be back to kicking ass in a few weeks. just gotta take it easy and avoid bright lights for a few days.”

“i can do that,” you sighed contently, relieved to hear it wasn’t a more serious injury.

“we were all really worried about you. that bump looked really fucking scary,” he admitted, and you felt even more grateful that you were in as good a condition as you were. a smile crossed your face.

“maybe it has something to do with the wonderful nurse i have,” you teased, gesturing to max, who mocked offence.

“please, you wish you could see me in one of those little nurse outfits- i would look fantastic,” he joked.

“i don’t think they really wear those anymore. or you just have a perverted idea of it.” you both laughed, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than you expected. you trusted you brothers judgment, and if he was friends with him you knew that max must have some redeeming qualities. it also helped that he was so handsome,

“you should get some sleep, it’s late,” max said, and you glanced over at the clock, seeing that it read 2:05 am. even though you had just slept for almost 4 hours, you were exhausted. your eyes landed on the uncomfortable looking arm chair in the corner of the room, and you felt bad thinking about max having to sleep in it. your room unfortunately didn’t have a couch or pull out bed but it was a king sized bed, so there was more than enough room for two people.

“you don’t have to sleep in that chair. it’s probably terrible for your back and i would feel bad making you sleep there after you’re being so nice and taking care of me,” you offered.

“it’s not a big deal; and i don’t know how much adam would appreciate-“

“adam doesn’t have to know. besides, it’s not like that,” you rolled your eyes, and max smiled.

“thanks,” he said softly. he stood up, pulling his hoodie over his head, leaving him in a black tank top, a good chain around his neck. he walked over to the other side of the bed, and sat down before switching off the lamp, leaving the room dark. you both laid down, the large bed leaving a comfortable amount of space between you as you found yourself drifting off to sleep with ease.

“goodnight, y/n,” you heard max softly say, but you were too tired to reply, already nearly asleep.

•••

sometime around 10 am, you began to stir awake, not yet conscious enough for your brain to register the feeling of arms around your waist. your head hurt significantly less than it had last night, and you shifted slightly, before you felt yourself being pulled closer to max, who you realized had at some point in the night, pulled your back against his chest and caged you safely in his arms. you knew you shouldn’t, but you found yourself enjoying it; he was so warm that you couldn’t help but turn over in his arms, curling into his chest as he hummed slightly, still asleep as he tucked you under his chin. you couldn’t have got up if you wanted to now, tightly in his embrace as he koala hugged you, and you felt yourself fall back to sleep.

max woke up about an hour later, and looked down to see you securely in his arms, and his heart sped up. this wasn’t supposed to happen- what would adam think if he saw this? of course nothing like that had happened, it was just sleeping; but would adam believe that? would anyone? the worst part is how much he enjoyed waking up next to you. while agreeing to watch over you had not been an elaborate attempt to get in your bed, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it before. he knew it was wrong, your brother being his best and only friend after all, but he couldn’t stop himself from the growing attraction he had to you, and it was only getting worse the more time he spent with you. how the hell was he supposed to survive 24 more hours alone with you? max felt you move slightly in his arms, but rather than waking up, you nuzzled into his chest more, and at that moment he realized just how screwed he truly was.

max placed a soft kiss to your forehead, and this time you did wake up, and he was worried he had fucked up. but as your eyes opened and you looked up at him, he was relieved when you didn’t freak out. instead, you mumbled a soft ‘good morning’, and max let you out of his grip.

“how’s your head?” he asked, and you smiled before responding.

“i haven’t had any complaints,” you smirked, and it only took max a second to get the joke. he laughed, rolling his eyes as you sat up against the headboard.

“very funny.”

“i feel a lot better. i think sleeping definitely helped,” you gave a real answer now, and he smiled a genuine smile again as he looked up at you, still laying with his head on the pillow. “is the bed more comfortable than the chair?”

“definitely,” he scoffed. “it could have something to do with the cute teddy bear i had.” you felt your cheeks heat up, and you grabbed the pillow from behind you and whacked him with it. he laughed again, the pillow over his face before he moved it to his chest, and a comfortable silence fell over the room.

“adam…” you started.

“doesn’t need to know,” he finished the thought you were having. you nodded, thankful that it didn’t hurt your head this time.

“do you want to order breakfast?” you asked, carefully standing up for the first time since the match. max noticed you wobbling, and rushed out of bed to offer a shoulder to you. “i guess chivalry isn’t dead,” you teased.

“what can i say i’m a gentleman,” he smirked, helping you over to the chair in the corner.

“thank you,” you said, as he passed you the room service menu. “i was right - this chair is awful,” you laughed, confirming your suspicions having now actually sat in the rock hard piece of furniture.

“yeah, i think i might’ve lost years off my career if i slept in it,” max laughed, rubbing the side of his neck as if imagining the stiffness he would’ve felt. you continued reading the menu options until you found something you wanted, and then extended the paper to max.

“do you know what you want?”

“do i,” he mumbled. he was distracted looking at you and hadn’t meant to say it out loud. you looked at him funny, assuming you had just misheard him and honestly thinking nothing of it. “uh no i have to look at the menu.” he cleared his throat.

“here,” you smiled, and he took it from your hand before sitting on the end of the bed. as he looked over the food options, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him. how did he look so good first thing in the morning? his brown curls were slightly messy, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips. you were sure you looked horrible in comparison, and decided to try to walk on your own to the bathroom. max looked up at the movement in his peripheral vision, and offered to help again.

“i’m okay - i’m gonna have to figure out how to stand on my own at some point. unless you’re going to help me shower?” you joked, and max raised his eyebrows, and you swore his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“i mean if you NEEDED me to i-“ he teased, grin on his face. you had much better luck walking on your own this time, and managed to make it all the way to the bathroom door, grabbing a change of clothes from your suitcase on the way by.

“nice try, friedman,”

“just trying to be helpful,” he smiled, and you shook your head.

“you can go ahead and order the food; i’ll just have whatever you’re having. they should just charge it to my room but if they don’t my card is in my wallet,” you pointed to your bag on the dresser, before stepping into the bathroom.

“just yell if you need anything,” max offered, before grabbing the phone to order the room service. he heard the water turn on, and after he had ordered gave his credit card number - no way in hell he was using yours.

after he hung up, max flopped dramatically onto the bed, landing on his stomach with his face in the pillow. he noticed it smelled slightly of your body spray, and groaned softly. get it together, he thought to himself, but the thought of you in the shower was doing nothing to help his brain from thinking all too much.

•••

you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, feeling a lot better after letting the hot water relax your muscles. you wrapped a towels around your body and dried off before putting on your clean clothes, a simple t shirt and some shorts since you would be staying in the hotel room all day. deciding in the mirror that your appearance was acceptable, you walked out of the bathroom to find max laying face down in the bed.

“what are you doing,” you asked, laughing slightly.

“i’m relaxing- what does it look like i’m doing?” he replied, and you walked over to the side of the bed next to him. he rolled over so he was looking up at you, and sat up with his back against the headboard. “the food should be here soon.”

“awesome. want to find a movie to watch? you can pick since you’re stuck here with me,” you offered.

“you feel up to staring at a tv screen for 2 hours?” he asked, and you realized you hadn’t really thought about that.

“good point. i think i’m fine, if my head starts to hurt i’ll close my eyes,” you promised. max looked at you unsure, but sighed.

“fine, but don’t push yourself. come here,” he said, gesturing for you to sit next to him, and you resisted the urge to curl into his side. what had gotten into you, you thought.

•••

the food had arrived and been eaten, a movie playing on tv that you weren’t really paying attention to. it wasn’t really bothering your head thankfully, but the constant thought of how close max was to you was plaguing your mind, the scent of his expensive cologne driving you crazy. you decided to make the most of the opportunity, and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. he looked down at you, immediately wrapping his arm around your back to hold you close.

“you okay? is it bothering your head?” he asked. “i’ll turn it off.”

“it’s okay, can you just turn it down a little? i’m just gonna close my eyes for a minute,” you mumbled, and max turned the sound nearly to mute, before you felt him pull you into his lap, your legs over his sideways. you were a little surprised, but nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, a without thinking, placed a gentle kiss below his jaw. you both froze, and you pulled back to read his expression. you began to apologize, when his finger reached forward to gently hold your chin. you nodded softly, before max leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. he tasted sweet, a hint of maple syrup on his tongue from breakfast, and you felt your heart skip a beat. he kissed you so gently, like you were made of glass, and when you finally separated, you both stared at each other, catching your breath.

“i-“

“i’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” max admitted, his cheeks flushed, and you were sure yours matched.

“really?” you asked, surprised.

“uh, yeah?” he said, like it was obvious. “god, adam would kill me if he could read minds.” you laughed, leaning forward to kiss him again, gently nibbling at his bottom lip. his hands landed on your hips and adjusted your position to straddle his lap, the blanket gathering around your waist.

“adam’s not here,” you pointed out. max screwed his eyes shut.

“i’m starting to think that you’re a very bad influence,” he groaned, his voice a little deeper than usual.

“how can i be a bad influence on someone who calls themselves the devil?” you asked. his fingertips dig into your sides,

“i’m trying really hard to behave myself right now, but you’re not making it easy….” he trailed off, looking up at you as he breathed heavily.

“i don’t know what you’re-“ you played dumb before he interrupted you with another kiss, rougher than the previous ones. his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, before his tongue slipped past and explored your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, and max bucked his hips upwards slightly at the sound. he pulled away, breathing heavily as he apologized.

“i’m sorry- i don’t think we should do this right now. i really don’t want to hurt you.” he admitted, and you could tell that it pained him to say it. you kissed him one more time, gently again, as if to say you understood.

“you’re probably right. i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay. don’t think i don’t want to,” he assured you, and you nodded. curling into his side again, you rested your head back on his shoulder, kissing him on the cheek quickly before you closed your eyes.

“thank you for taking care of me,” you mumbled, feeling sleepy again. max pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you hummed softly.

“anytime. although, maybe next time you don’t have to get a concussion to convince me to spend time with you,” he teased, and you playfully punched his ribs. “okay, okay, sorry.” his hand rested on your thigh, his fingertips drawing little shapes and patterns on your bare skin.

“deal.”

#mjf #mjf x reader #mjf imagine #mjf fic #maxwell jacob friedman #maxwell jacob friedman x reader #aew

[kxxkiecxre]

ꕥ Coming Down | Jeon Jungkook ꕥ

ꕥ You never typically ask for help with stuff like this, with such personal matters, especially not him.

ꕥ Warning: !18+! Sexual themes. Reader seduces Jungkook but ofc not without his consent! Reader is yummy! She a freak ;). Face riding! Protected sex! Brief mention of Jimin x reader!. Potentially part 2?.

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It wasn’t like you couldn’t get someone else to do this for you. Perhaps someone you actually can tolerate. But maybe it’s better to do this with someone who absolutely despises your guts, with the hopes he can sprinkle, said insides, with some lust? Though, standing in front of his dorm room door, cladded with only a long trench coat covering your skimpy lingerie, made you a little nervous. Actually, a lot nervous.

Deciding to rather suck up the nerves and the constant nag somewhere in the back of your head, you raise your enclosed fist and tap it three times against his door.

Both being in college and having unresolved anger, was exhausting. This was your last year, both of yours. And since graduating high school with bad blood brought extra beef within your college campus, you really didn’t want to be pushing your luck in these last few months, especially after accidentally spilling water on his light washed jeans and pissing him with your little snarky “oh my! Poor kookie still gets too excited just like the poor puppy he is” comment in front of his friends. That was a mere 48 hours ago. In your defence he deserved it. Had he not told his pathetic friends you slept with him multiple times and was obsessed with him since you turned 18, you wouldn’t had to take such drastic measures.

The door swings open, his figure appearing, dressed in a tight white knit tank top and black shorts. He looked hot without even trying and it seemed to only irk you more. A hint of a smirk was present on his pierced lips, though his eyes showed surprise. You rolled your eyes before pushing past him and entering his personal space. Still at the door, he smirks to himself with a small scoff before closing the door and turning to you.

“To what do I owe the displeasure?” He asks.

It was silent for a moment. You didn’t utter a word as you stared right into his doe eyes, remembering the day his family and he moved in a couple doors away from you. You were only ten years old as was he, you became friends, finished school and went to high school together, until you turned fifteen and rejected him. You were only a teenager interested in school and no time for boys. You were working hard for good grades to get into this college while Jungkook slept with every girl that came within one hundred yards from him. The day you rejected him was the day he laughed and told you he never really liked you, as his friend or anything even more than that. Of course, you were mad. Very mad. So even with his incessant apologies, you ignored him. All the way from high school to college. Aside from bullying and getting on each others nerves, you never communicated.

“I need a favour.”

He chuckled, leaning against the wall across you. Arms crossed over his chest, his muscles bulging. Fuck, you hate him.

“A favour? My dear princess asks me? The devil as she calls me, for a favour?” He hisses through his teeth eyes squinting, “that’s a very binding deal my love hm?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m being serious.”

His eyes flashed with concern for a split second, “you have the floor prince-“

“Take me.”

His eyebrows shut up, before he scoffed in disbelief chortling in a sense, “take you? That doesn’t tell me much love. Take you how hm? Use your words.”

You licked your lips, “Jungkook.”

His eyebrows only raised. This was something you were very adamant on. You needed this. If not him then Jimin, though for some reason, you really want it to be him. You tipped your head slightly. Like a little puppy with your big eyes, the low lightning coming from his tv casted a light shadow over your outstanding features, putting him in a trance like state as he watched you walk like a snake, your heels clicking of his wooden floors.

Your body was close to his, not close enough to touch but close enough for him to smell your sweet enticing scent. God he was obsessed with you beyond sanity. Your fingers began undoing the belt of your jacket, “can I?” You ask before you begin.

“Only if you’re comfortable.” He replies.

With his lips drying and his eyes darkening into a hazy drunken look, you open the jacket and begin to peel it of your body. Revealing the matching red lace lingerie. Your bra barely doing anything to cover your round plump breasts, he could clearly see the tanned skin of your nipples through the sheer lace, the hem of the bra slightly glittery and the small playboy bunny tattoo on your hip such a contradicting accessory. A slutty bunny for an innocent angel like you. Enticing.

“What are you doing to me y/n?” He asks.

“Show me the performance every female on campus raves about. Take me. Take me as I am Jungkook. Take my innocence and do as you will, we may have bad blood between us, but I’ll never trust any man with this as much as I trust you.”

He becomes suddenly very aware of his surroundings. You are giving yourself up to him. Him. Of all the worthy males on campus, you chose him. The broken hearted fifteen year old boy within him jumps in glee. While the adult within him, sulks. Why?.

“You trust me? Even after everything I put you through? Y/N, are you sure about this? As much as every atom of me is yearning to have my way with you, I will not do this if it’ll only cause you harm.”

Your lips dry as his body finally glues itself to you, his hand so soft, almost ghostly against the curve of your waist. His lips, face, so close to your own your swallowing each other up.

“I have never been as sure of something as I am right now.”

With bare seconds, his lips moulded to yours tightly. Aggressively. He was assertive, dominant in his presence around you. Though it was all so skilful, so perfect with every smack and mould of your lips, he was able to have your feelings heighten by tenfold. His hands finally press against the curves of your waist, pulling your body against his, before he harshly pulled away, pulling the tank top over his head and throwing it somewhere on the floor. He backs you up till the back of your knees come in contact with the edge of his bed.

“Don’t hesitate to let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable, understood?”.

You nod softly. His finger holds your chin, lifting your head to look up at him, “nodding is no good love, I need your voice. Words baby. Words.”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl.”

His praise sent shivers down your spine like a glide of one’s finger against the keys of a piano.

Turning your body, so your back faces his front, he gathers your hair and lays it down one shoulder, before his lips come in contact with your ear, “this is about you. Everything about you. I will give you my entire self tonight. My body and soul, anything.”

You weren’t exactly sure what his words meant, but you shook it off, feeling his hands unbuttoning the bra of your back and pulling the straps down your shoulders, eventually discarding the cloth somewhere on the floor.

His lips pecked their way from your ear, while turning your body towards him again, he laid you down on the bed, continue his kisses from your neck, soft and gentle, to your chest, with few bites here and there, leaving small bruises in the wake of his tender lips, to your breasts, his mouth sucked onto the soft skin, creating pretty purple bruises on them, loving the small gasps coming from you above him. His mouth enveloped around your nipple, twirling the small nub with the tip of tongue before abandoning it, the coolness of the room hardening it again, his tongue and mouth giving the same love to the other breast.

His mouth trailed down your stomach, coming down to your lacy thong, his tongue running over the small playboy bunny before he looked up at you, your eyes closed and face concentrated, cute. He hooked his fingers in the material and slipped them off, catching your glistening cunt in the low lightening of the room.

“Fuck baby.”

“Mhm”

Your body was incredibly in tune with him, reacting to every motion his mouth created as it pecked the top of your pussy before sucking one of the lips into his mouth humming in approval as your surprised gasp drove him manic. He made out with your pretty pussy for a minute before he tapped your ass,

“Get up”

“Hm?”

“You’re gonna ride my face baby.”

Your jaw dropped, absolutely stunned.

“I’ve never-“

“Trust me?” He asked.

You nodded with an audible yes, before he laid down. In your previous position. He motioned you to climb over him, as you did, your legs straddling his chest as he shook his head no, gently laying his hand on your lower back and nudging your forward until your cunt was centred with his face.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, “now sit down pretty girl.”

You hesitate, before he grabs your hips and pulls you down on his face earning a surprised moan from you. He began moving your hips up and down his face, introducing you to the feeling as you began to come out your shell, moving your hips yourself as your moans began pitching, his tongue out and collecting all of the slick dripping down you, some escaping down your thighs as your fingers tangle in his hair and your rhythm picks up, your moans louder as he hums against your pussy, not being able to get enough of it.

Your hips rolled in a controlled pace before they began to lose their rhythm, prompting Jungkook to realise you were rather quickly approaching your orgasm, he stilled your hips, lifting them up above his face before his mouth latched onto your clit, suctioning against it as the tip of the muscle began flicking the nub up and down, easing a finger gently into your wet tight pussy, curling it upwards as he thrusted get another repeating a ‘come here’ motion as they thrusted faster. Your thighs began jerking and your moans became loud, “fuck oh my,” your gasp got stuck in your throat, a strangled “yes” coming out while you gushed down his chest, the sheets becoming drenched with your cum.

“ you’re so hot fuck.”

He pushed your body back down against the sheets having you lay flat down on the end of his bed, the tv in the corner of the room giving him the perfect lightning on your face. He freed his cock from the restraints of his boxers, pulling a condom out of the bedside locker and ripping the tip of the foil with his teeth. His dick was between your folds before you could even catch your breath, running up and down your pussy as you began feeling overstimulated, whining as he eased the tip of his cock inside you. With every inch of his cock you felt a stretch. Nothing painful, more of a sting and pressure. Before he buried himself inside you fully. Giving you a moment to become acquainted with the feeling of him.

“Kook, fuck me like you love me.”

That was not a hard task for him. He’s been in love with you ever since he can remember.

His cock dragged out and inside of you again, your muscles contracting around his dick as he groaned, falling onto his elbows, each on either side of your head as your legs wrapped around his waist and lips peppered rather aggressive yet tender bruises on his necked. His hips picked up a rhythm as he listened to your moans and whines mix with his own groans. Fuck he could do this for breakfast lunch and dinner. He could survive on you.

“Fuck, kookie.” The nickname drove him insane, finally, he raised his upper half, pulling you closer by your thighs, before throwing your legs over your shoulders, arms wrapping around the middle of your thighs as he began slamming into at an animalistic pace. Your voice became strangled, pitchy and rough as the pleasure took over your lower half and your head, your hands squeezing your bouncing breasts as he began pounding into even faster and rougher your pussy pulsing and sucking him in even further the pleasure dripping down your thighs and onto the bed. A feeling of about twenty thousand fireworks threatening to explode began to swarm and burn your lower belly and pussy, the feeling incredible and mind blowing before he sparked a fire and everything inside you began melting, your body became nothing but a puddle of pure ecstasy and pleasure like this never felt in your entire life. The way your back arched of the bed and head tipped back as you squeezed your breasts. Jungkook followed right behind you. Spilling all of him into the condom, right to the brim.

“Fuck.”

Not only were you just fucked physically, but mentally too.

Damn you jeon jungkook.

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A\N: excuse my disappearance for like two months lmao. Anyway enjoy this pwp because I was about twenty minutes away from falling asleep on my phone lol.

NO TRANSLATION, COPYING OR RECREATION OF ANY KIND IS PERMITTED OF MY WORK!

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[artdivadej]

Mr.Sandman

Part One

18+ | NSFW

The nightmares never stopped. Not unless I was in his arms. I’d been trying so hard to keep a good distance between us these last six months because I was still confused about how I felt to be honest. I knew I needed him. I knew I’d never cared for anyone else in the way I did him. Was that because the feelings were from trauma bonding to him or because I did finally actually see him after 11 years? It seemed wholly unfair to keep putting him in situations if I couldn’t reciprocate his earnest feelings. He was always honest about where he stood to the way he spoke and how he treated me. How passionate he could be!

During the second games I’d allowed myself to just let my body respond when he’d kissed me on the beach. It scared the hell out of me. Fire erupted in my veins and the pit of my stomach when his tongue met mine, my roots tingled with every pass of his large, gentle fingers running up my neck to cup my cheeks. I’d never wanted sex until that moment.

When Peeta had pulled back and met my gaze, his pecan eyes now a toasted walnut, they too screamed his hunger for more. I wanted his hands all over me, to give me everything that he had on that beach. To feel his gentle lips explore every inch of me. To listen to Peeta worship me all the while. Because I can tell just by how sweetly he talks to me normally that he’d be so vocal. I wanted to really give the capital a show of the fiery passion within me for him in that moment. I was afraid of what that might mean.

I’d been forcing myself to sleep alone since we got back from the war although he only lived 2 houses down from me. Or at least as much sleep as I could muster, which was never usually more than 2-3 hours.

The nightmares never stayed at bay long.

I did visit him when he was asleep. He still slept with his window open and there was a nook built under the window in his bedroom. I’d sneak in when I was sure he was asleep and watch him sleep for a while, surrounded by his scent to make me feel safe again. It brought peace and allowed me to get more sleep at night to see him safe and content.

This was my routine.

I know it made me seem crazy. Especially since I know I could selfishly ask to climb into bed with him and he’d happily tell me yes. That somehow seemed more wrong than this. This didn’t feel like using him. That did.

I didn’t see him conscious much, choosing to hide out in the forest or in my cellar most of the daytime. I used to spend more time at Haymitch’s but Effie’s been visiting him for the last month and I don’t want to intrude.

I missed Peeta. His friendship. His warmth. His light. His smile. His touch. His lips. His hands.

Was that because he was all I had? Because his presence was the only thing that kept me going? I still swear he’d put some kind of spell on me that night at that beach.

I’d slept all alone this week though, knowing he had some big orders for weddings this month (the biggest gossip at the Hob right now) and would be working late hours. I couldn’t be sure when he would be down or up, now that his schedule had been changed for who knows how long.

It had been a hellish week and I just needed some sleep. It had been over 48 hours since I’d gotten any and my body was screaming to just let it drop. I’d have to risk oversleeping a little tonight at Peeta’s and pray he was just as tired from the extra orders.

I waited until a little after 2 am before I popped open my bedroom window and peeked around to make sure the coast was clear before leaping onto the grass barefoot. He’d definitely been baking something because the closer to his house I crept, the stronger the scent of fresh bread became. Oh, I missed this smell. Pushing onto the balls of my feet, I peeked inside to see him rolled facing away from the window, sleeping peacefully with his blanket around his waist. I leapt inside hitting the cushion silently, staying still for a few moments to make sure I didn’t disturb him. Peeta grunted, his left-hand scratching at his hair, his soft dirty blonde hair, before he was still again. I let out a deep breath and pulled the hoodie he had on the seat over my head, settling in and listening to the sounds of his peaceful breathing to lull me to sleep.

×××

I jumped awake, startled by how deeply I’d been sleeping. I wasn’t wearing his hoodie anymore. I’d been wrapped in the same blanket Peeta had round his waist earlier. I was no longer in the window seat either. Peeta had to have woken in the middle of the night and seen me. Shit! When had he moved me to the bed? It was still dark out. A chance look at his alarm clock let me know that I’d only been sleeping for about an hour but, Peeta wasn’t here.

Just as I thought to make a speedy exit, he came out of the adjoining bathroom scratching at his wayward curls, his bare feet slapping the floor lowly. He climbed into the bed still unaware that I was now awake and watching him since I’d stayed on my side. When his arm curled around my waist and pulled me in close, I felt my body slump immediately, my safety returned.

Turning in his arms I realized I’d surprised him as much as he had me when his eyes met mine.

“I didn’t mean to wake you”, he hummed as he brushed his fingertips tenderly down my cheek.

“That’s my line”, I choke ignoring how my breath hitched at his touch.

Oh, I’d been starving for his touch. Those large hands, capable of tossing a man twice his size with ease, yet gentle enough to make fine strokes that create an intricate design on whatever they touched.

“I had to piss anyway”

“You leaving must have woken me up”

“It always did”, he smirked playfully. “So...”

“So?”

I sigh knowing he’s going to want to talk about why I haven't been around him for the last 6 months. I’m a little too tired for that tonight.

“How long have you been sleeping here?”

Ok.

Not the question I was expecting. I bite my bottom lip and break eye contact. His honest, adoring pecan eyes always made me crack and I desperately wanted to lie.

“Baby girl?” he cooed pulling my eyes back to him, his index finger tilting my chin up to make sure he could hold me spellbound.

“A while” I breath

“I knew I hadn’t heard you scream in a long time”

“You could hear me?”

“Of course. I could hear you across a forest, you don’t think I’d hear you 100 feet away?”

“Sorry about that”

“Don’t be. I missed having you this close”, he breathed pulling me in tighter so my rapidly heating body was flush against his.

Oh God I loved his strong arms around me, his thick corded upper body able to surround me completely whenever I buried my face in his chest.

“I can’t sleep without you”, I admit trying to catch my breath

“You missed me?”

I don’t answer and his hand is cupping my cheek, his left that had been tucked under my hip had curled around my waist and was sliding up my back now. His left-hand slides beneath my shirt and up my back smoothly making my body tremble in response. For someone who worked so much with his hands they were so damn soft when he handled me. Whether he was tossing me behind him protectively or throwing me up onto his hips for a hug. Peeta’s terrifyingly powerful hands always felt like silk on my skin. He smirked when he realized there was no bra beneath my t-shirt. Oh, his hands. He tilts his head minutely so his lips just barely brush mine and that heat flares within my belly again. I want him to kiss me so bad.

I want his hands on more of me.

“Say it sweetness”

“Yes. I missed you” I finally admit practically hissing with need.

God I must be tired. I couldn’t string together a coherent thought outside of his lips or his prodding fingers along the expanse of my back and cheek.

“Good girl”, he grinned pecking my lips gently.

The hand cupping my cheek slid down the curve of my neck and I had to be honest, I briefly imagined them on my throat as he made love to me, his overgrown blonde curls falling into his eyes as he brought me to climax beneath him.

Such power in those gentle fingers. I arched up to kiss him again but he pulled back, slightly rolling so that he lay atop me now, both of his hands on either side of my head as I gaze up in wonder at him. His tight muscles strain against his shirt nicely and I reach out to touch him, not wanting him to hover above me but for his skin to touch mine. His right hand grabbed mine. Peeta nibbled my fingers before locking it above my head with the other, pinning me in place with his left hand. He hadn’t even needed to flex a muscle to keep me immobile.

Oh God.

I whined and arched again, hoping he’d take pity and kiss me again if he wasn’t going to touch me.

“Is there something you want?”, he hummed pushing my thighs apart with his knees.

“You”

“What about me?”

“To kiss me” I whined loudly

I would never be this honest if I wasn’t delirious from sleep deprivation but, as far as I knew this could all be a dream. The perfect time to take full advantage of such the perfect dominant vocal Peeta.

His brow quirked but he seemed to have mercy on me as he leaned forward towards my lips. I couldn’t help the excited whine that left my throat any more than my low groan when they met my neck instead.

“You want my mouth on you sweet girl?”, Peeta hummed as his lips began to suck at my neck oh so gently, his thick tongue rolling over my pulse so wonderfully.

“Oh yes!”

“You missed my lips?”, Peeta whispers through his teeth before sinking his teeth into the column of my throat, sucking hard enough to bruise.

Oh Fuck! His lips were descending lower, his teeth snagging at my raised shirt to pull it over my collarbone.

“So beautiful”

I squirmed under his penetrating gaze as his eyes took in every part of my exposed torso, hating that of all the scars the Capitol could get rid of, the one Cato gave me would forever mar my upper body. He’d cut me from waist to throat badly enough I had to practically sew my torso back together. It went from my left hip up through the middle of my breasts, and over my shoulder. The skin was still slightly raised and a deep angry red that made my otherwise pretty skin a jagged mess. Peeta leaned forward and lay a kiss on its apex at my shoulder, suckling the sensitive skin lower and lower until his hot mouth hovered just above my nipple.

“You’re so pretty sweetness”, Peeta groaned pulling my left nipple between his lips, giving a soft suckle. “Such strength in such a lovely frame”

“Ah, Peeta!”

He released my hands, my left happily threaded through his soft curls while my right squeezed at his shoulder. His left hand hiked my thigh up so that my legs dropped open to make more room for his wide frame. Peeta’s large hands cupped both of my breasts, his lips wrapped around the slick swollen bud of my left, his teeth nibbling as he sucked hungrily. I couldn’t stop the shaking of my frame if I tried. Moving his attention to my left breast I pull at his hair, my hips bucking to meet his desperately, drowning in his wet mouth on my nipples.

“Is this what you miss?” he hummed

“I-I-I've never” I try and fail to explain

“You wanted just me to taste you sweet girl?”

“Only you” I pant with another buck of the hips

This makes Peeta smile with a wicked mischief I only remember seeing on his face when he announced my fake pregnancy. His left hand releases my breast and I whine at the loss of contact but his mouth is quick to suckle the bud up into his warm mouth. Only leaving the bud to suck around it and leave his mark on more of my heated skin.I was so lost in his mouth that I’d lost track of his free right hand. Peeta had pushed my panties to the side, dragging his index and middle finger up back and forth against my slick lips.

“So wet for me”, he moaned

Peeta was robbing me of all reason I had as his hands explored every dip and groove that set my body on fire. To hear his deep sweet voice, whisper such lewd things as he made me melt with his fiery touch was enough to set every atom ablaze with his heat. When he slipped his index finger deep within me to his palm, I gasped in surprise at the fullness the thickness of his finger gave me. His mouth was on mine in seconds, swallowing my gasps of pleasure as he curled and slow stroked my walls.

“Peeta”

“Breathe pretty girl. I need you ready for me” he whispered in my ear as his left hand rolled my nipple between his fingers.

If his finger felt like this how would I fit all of him inside of me? Almost as if sensing my thoughts Peeta’s teeth enclose around the top shell of my ear before licking the shell and biting again. Oh. I liked that.

“Can I taste you sweetness?”

“I thought you were” I gasp when he tweaks my nipple and thrusts up particularly hard with his finger in a way that makes me clench around him.

“Oh no, I meant your sweet pussy”

He slips his finger from within me and I can’t help but whine again, missing the full feeling but he places his soaked finger into my open mouth. I wrap my lips around it and suck hard, rolling my tongue over it, making a show of enjoying the sweet flavor. Peeta’s eyes widen as he watches me and I can feel his dick twitch against my thigh. His lips capture mine quickly as his tongue sucks mine hungrily to get a taste of me as well.

“Can I please?” he groans against my lips, his hips rocking back and forth desperately now.

“Yes”

“Yes”

The triumphant soft moan that leaves his lips makes my clit jump in response. Was Peeta always this doting? This open about his desires? Oh, I couldn’t wait to feel his mouth worshipping my lips for the first time. I had a feeling Peeta was going to have me awake for the rest of the night.

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[theodorecanaryhood]

The coffee shop guy

Red Hood x Male! Reader (Arkhamverse)

Jason goes to a coffee shop after a long night of patrol, which is where he keeps running into a handsome stranger.

Seemed only yesterday that Jason was determined to get revenge on the big, bad Batman. Seemed only yesterday he failed miserably, regretting his choices and making a decision to help Bruce.

Jason hadn’t slept decently for a good few years as nightmares always crept up, 2am or 3am and then that was it, he’d be awake the rest of the night.

Jason couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to start pulling all nighters, patrolling the streets until the sun came up.

Of course, Jason knew he couldn’t go in like this forever, he knew exhaustion would win. Until then, Jason would power through.

It was around 7am and Jason needed a pick me up for the drive home, he didn’t exactly want to fall asleep at the wheel.

‘Clover coffee? Seems cute’ Jason mumbled to himself, he walked inside trying his hardest to look as awake as possible.

He stared at the menu in the wall for a good minute or so, settling for his usual choice.

Jason always found it funny about how when people order the same thing, they go to a coffee shop or a restaurant and look at the menu, only to order the same thing again.

‘Hi, what can I get you?’ The young girl behind the counter asked with a smile, Jason smiled as best he could, his tired face not being able to show much expression.

‘Hey, can I just get a black Americano please?’ He asked, not paying attention to his surroundings as the girl took his order.

‘Can I take the name please?’ She asked in return.

‘Jason’

A few minutes of standing waiting for his order, Jason heard his name called out.

Sit inside or walk to the car? Well, Jason could’ve still fallen asleep at the wheel if he hadn’t allowed the caffeine to hit yet.

Jason settled for sitting inside, only till he got more than halfway, then he’d head home.

Still not paying any attention to his surroundings Jason didn’t even take in that there was other people inside, Jason looked around a bit. That’s when he noticed him, you.

Your h/c hair slightly messy as if you’d been ruffling it, your black framed glasses sitting perfectly on your face. Not dressed to stand out, but at the same time, dressed to be noticed in some form.

Jason couldn’t understand why all of a sudden he was so engrossed with the male figure sitting opposite him.

You stared at the screen of your laptop as you slightly smiled at something on the screen. Fiddling the pen in your hand.

Jason kicked himself for not having the courage to at least try and get your attention, but then he wasn’t in a state to chat some cute guy up, Jason looked as tired as he felt.

What Jason really needed was a day and night in bed, sleep, rest. It took Jason a good 48 hours to somewhat recover, sleeping so many hours he’d lost track of if it was day, night, morning, Wednesday. Jason really had no idea.

Jason didn’t patrol for about a week by this point, he couldn’t keep forcing himself to stay awake.

Some more time went by and Jason was allowing himself to sleep more, get more comfortable with staying still and allowing himself nights off.

He went out with Roy after so long of not seeing his best friend, Jason even started to look like he was dead…again.

Jason had actually forgotten about the cute guy in the coffee shop, until he went back again to get another dose of caffeine. This time not from staying up all day and night for weeks on end, but from simply having to wake up early.

Like most people, Jason couldn’t face getting up at shits o’clock so needed a hit of caffeine.

‘Americano for Jason’ the male barista called out, Jason took his coffee with a smile and a small thank you.

Sitting down in the same spot he sat last time, noticing you again.

It was like you didn’t move from the last time he was here, except you had, because you were wearing a different outfit, but still.

Jason tried to see what your name was on your cup, but he couldn’t spot it. Jason thought he might come off creepy if he sits and stares at you, but then you weren’t looking near his direction.

‘He’s not into you Jason, he’s probably straight, or married’ Jason whispered to himself quietly.

Luckily no one was close enough to hear Jason arguing with himself. They might lock him up in Arkham for thinking he’s crazy.

Still there was no denying, Jason was into you and couldn’t help but to look at you. He watched as you took a sip of your coffee, adjusting yourself in your seat a little.

‘No wedding ring, ok good start’ Jason thought to himself as he saw your left hand.

You pushed your glasses up your face as you typed something, Jason sat and wondered what your job was. A reporter? A journalist? An author?

Either way, Jason found himself creepy right now, staring at this man who for all he knew was really just minding his own business.

Days went by and Jason kept coming back, the same coffee shop, the same seat. Checking out the same guy.

By this time Jason was trying to see what name fits you more. Were you a Blake? A Jordan? A Cameron? No, none of those names fit you.

Maybe a more sophisticated male like Nicholas? Tristan? Sebastian?

Jason was also thinking about how soft your skin is, what it would be like to touch, how it would be to kiss you. Ok, now Jason really felt he had to stop. Even he was finding this super creepy now.

Jason threw himself into a good book to distract himself, in the back of his head thinking wouldn’t it be hilarious if after all this time of checking you out, you had the same name as him.

‘Stop Todd’ Jason thought to himself, losing his page.

Today was different, Jason was at his usual coffee shop in his usual spot. But, his eye candy wasn’t there today.

Jason was going to bring a book anyway as a distraction. But now he really has no choice, he couldn’t sit and look up at his coffee shop crush every now and then.

Just as Jason got halfway down his coffee he saw you walk in, he smiled a little to himself. Watching as you walked over to the counter.

There was only one other person in the whole coffee shop today, as it is a weekday and most people are on the school run or heading to work already.

‘I need sugar’ Jason said out loud in case anyone thought he was just being weird.

The stand with all the sugar and stuff was next to the counter where you order, this seemed a perfect opportunity for Jason to catch the first glimpse into your life, your name.

‘Hey, can I get an Almond latte please?’ You said, your voice soft yet had a gravelly tone too.

Heavenly, was all Jason could think as he heard you speak for the first time.

‘What size would you like?’ The barista asked.

‘Medium please’ you replied, Jason thought it was cute how polite you were.

‘The name in the order?’ The barista asked again.

‘Y/n’

Jason grabbed a fistful of sugar sachets as he smiled to himself, he finally knew your name. And it was very fitting.

‘Oh, sorry’ you said as you nearly walked into Jason, looking him in the eyes.

‘No problem, I should watch where I’m walking’ Jason chuckled, he was caught off a little by your eyes.

They were the most beautiful e/c eyes he’d ever seen, and your smile was even more amazing.

Jason tried to catch his breath a little as he walked back to his table, watching slyly as you walked to your usual spot.

Driving home with a little smile on his face as he finally knew, as sad as it seemed to admit to people. He finally knew his crushes name, what he sounded like.

Jason never went everyday but went regular as not to look desperate. But by this point, Jason was getting a little eager to know more about you.

Jason was here before you again as he’d come a little earlier today, simply coming for needing the caffeine hit. Jason had a rough night, last night he’d taken out Black Mask, and it was brutal.

Jason hadn’t slept much for the first time in a while, Jason was a little grumpy and not in the mood for people.

Jason saw you walk in but this time was different as you came in with someone, you were both laughing as you walked in.

Jason smiled as he heard your laugh for the first time, it was magical.

Though, Jason couldn’t help the little tug at his heart as you came in with a woman. The two of you stood at the counter while you both spoke.

‘Fuck’ Jason mumbled to himself, feeling like an idiot as he watched his months long crush with someone else.

Jason dove himself back into his book as he sipped his coffee, not noticing the figure coming towards him.

‘Hey, sorry to bother you, is it ok if I borrow this chair?’ You asked Jason, hand on the backrest of the seat.

Jason nodded, smiling a little as not to seem rude, you smiled as you took the chair and placed it opposite yourself, your usual place of course.

Jason cursed to himself again as he mentally kicked and punched, thinking he was a total loser. Once again, not noticing you coming over.

‘Hey, sorry to bother you, again. I always see you here alone. Was just wondering if you’d like some company?’ You asked, really out of the blue which caught Jason off guard.

‘Sure’ Jason kind of hesitated with the answer, walking over to your table with you.

‘Got you an iced latte, as it’s getting warmer now’ your friend said, she spotted Jason, who was seated next to you.

‘Hi, I’m Terri’ she said, Jason smiled and waved a little.

‘She’s a work friend’ you said, Jason then mentally apologised to himself for all the mean things he’d called himself.

‘Awesome, I’m Jason’ Jason livened up all of a sudden.

‘Y/n’ you finished.

The three of you sat for a good hour as you spoke, Terri suddenly looking at her phone screen.

‘Shoot, I got a run. You boys stay and enjoy the chat’ Terri rose to her feet, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and shaking Jason’s hand again. Heading for the door.

Now is your moment Jason, don’t be an asshole, you’ve had a crush on this guy for months. Talk to him. Jason mentally challenged himself to jump in a ask you out.

‘So, you’re here a lot’ Jason cringed at his words as soon as they came out.

You laughed heartily as you sipped on your coffee, pushing your glasses up your nose. Placing your hand close to Jason’s.

‘Yeah, it’s my favourite place to just come and forget about the outside. You’re also here a lot’ you pointed out.

Jason smiled, thinking back to the first time he came here. What kept him coming here straight after.

‘Yeah, truth be told I came in the first time because I was extremely and unhealthily tired, but I kept coming after because of, a different reason’ Jason explained, you raised an eyebrow. Nodding your head slightly.

‘Mhm, and I’ll guess the reason isn’t the $7 coffee?’ You chuckled, smiling so bright Jason’s day just lit up more.

‘My coffee shop crush’ Jason blurted without thinking, he covered his mouth as he realised he’d said it out loud. Though, you laughed.

‘I figured, I saw you checking me out’ you admitted, Jason instantly regretting the long distracting thoughts while staring directly at you for weeks on end.

‘You did’

‘Yeah, but it’s cool, I checked you out too’ you admitted once again, Jason blushing.

‘What?’ Jason looked genuinely shocked, as he didn’t think you’d be interested in him. Jason Todd of all the guys in Gotham, what made him special.

‘What can I say? I like them mysterious’ you chuckled, brushing Jason’s hand.

Another question answered as Jason discovered your skin really was soft. As soft as anything.

He still had two more things to find out, one being your job and the other what it felt like to kiss you.

After a bit more talking you looked at your watch, standing up.

‘Well, time is getting away, I have a thing but this really should happen more often’ you said, Jason smiled.

‘Yeah, it really should’

‘I finish work at 4’ you smiled as you wrote your number down on a napkin for Jason.

‘What do you work as?’ Jason asked you as you winked.

‘School teacher’

Another question answered as Jason walked with you outside, feeling the softness of your hands once again as you touched his as you said goodbye.

Jason was humming to himself in the shower as he was really, for the first time in a while, happy and excited about something.

Jason put on his best shirt and pants as he sprayed some nice cologne, putting on his signature leather jacket and heading for his apartment door.

It was his first date with you tonight, for the first time Jason didn’t have to sit and imagine what it was like to do something with you, he could just do it.

A bar for a few drinks, then dinner, then a nice walk through the city as you both talked about life, childhood, family, funny stories. Jason could listen to you talk for hours. In fact, he could listen to you talk all night.

The final part of the date was approaching really fast, now Jason started to panic.

‘So, what’s a big No for you on a first date?’ You asked curiously, Jason thinking for a bit.

‘I guess I don’t have limits, maybe just be nice to me’ Jason answered, wondering if he should hold your hand or not.

‘Mine is about to break’

Jason looked at you confused, turning to you fully as he saw you looking into his eyes. Jason finally got the answer to his final question.

The kiss was amazing, it started as a light peck as you teased a little. Then you pulled Jason in fully and stayed there. Your lips were soft, the softest Jason had ever been blessed to kiss.

You took Jason’s hand as you both continued walking. Jason not talking much as he finally got to know what it was like, kissing you was the best feeling.

However, Jason had a bonus question. What would it be like to have you in his bed, sleeping next to him.

Ok, now Jason was going insane because all he wanted was to have every inch of you. Clothed or not.

Jason couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun, well that’s a lie, he can it was with Roy a few nights ago in a bar. But, date wise, Jason could not remember.

It has been a few dates by now and Jason was getting quite impatient, he wanted to have you in his bed. Of course, he would never rush or force you. Yet, he was still itching for you.

‘This is the man magnet’ you chuckled as you walked into Jason’s apartment.

It was definitely a bachelor pad and had probably seen some action. Truth be told, Jason lived on one nights, he never let himself get attached.

Yet since meeting you, properly anyway, he never had interest for other men. When he saw you the first few times, Jason pictured your face when he was with other men, or alone and needed a release.

‘Not for a while’ Jason remarked, you gave a face enough to reply without speaking.

‘Ok hot stuff’ you responded sarcastically, Jason grabbing your arm as he pulled you in for a kiss.

The small kisses turned into making out, which turned into you tugging at Jason’s shirt, as he did the same to yours.

Jason’s bonus question got answered as he finally got to know, the feeling of you in his bed. The sounds you make, the way your body moves, his name being called, your body, your smell, your lips on various parts of his body, and his on yours, the noise you make when you’ve reached the ultimate level of pleasure.

Jason was in a dream as he lay on his back in his bed, you fast asleep on his chest.

How lucky that Jason didn’t sleep for so long, how lucky he stumbled on a random coffee shop. How lucky, Jason had the most precious thing in his arms.

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[glittter-vamp]

Trick Or Treat |A.I

Warnings: Fluffy. Super super cheesy and short. Halloween theme. First Andrei fic so, bear with me lol.

Word Count: 2.3k

A Halloween playlist played on your small Bluetooth speaker as you cleaned your kitchen from the mess you had made from baking a pumpkin pie. It was Halloween night and the song Superstition by Stevie Wonder played lowly in your home. You were in your Halloween pajamas that were all black with spiderwebs on them. It was almost 10PM now, which was a bit late to be baking a pie but you had worked a double shift today at the hospital and had been attending all the kids trick or treating in your community this evening up until about 45 minutes ago. You were almost out of candy and now wanted to enjoy some delicious pie and maybe some wine as you watched a classic Halloween film to wind down from your very long day before bed. As you looked at the bottles of wine you had, you decide which bottle to open and you settle on a nice red you had bought a couple weeks ago for a friends party that was never opened and had told you to take it home because she was more of a white wine type of person. 

As you look for your electric bottle opener in your kitchen drawers your doorbell rings and you look at the time on the phone. It was a little late for trick or treaters to still be out there at this time but nowadays even teens still trick or treated so maybe it was some teens. You grab your pumpkin candy bowl you had next to the door, which only contained of a few pieces of candy now and open the door expecting a kid or two but when you see who it was you were taken by surprise. "Andrei?" You ask looking at the tall handsome dark haired man who was in a zip up hoodie and sweat pants with some Nike slides. "Trick or treat!" He says showing off his perfect white teeth. "What are you doing here?" You chuckle looking at the bags in his hands. "I saw on your story that you had a long a day at work and thought I'd surprise you with some food. Cool PJ's" He says looking at your pajamas and holding up the bags in his hand. You and Andrei were pretty good friends, one of your best friends was dating one of his teammates and you two got to know each other at a party they both threw a few months ago. He had been over your place a few times since he lived nearby and was still getting used to Cincinnati and didn't know that many people other than his teammates and people who worked for the team/league. 

"That's so sweet, but you didn't have to do that. You must be tired yourself getting back from San Francisco almost 48 hours ago." You let him inside from the chilly Ohio fall air, to which he does and leaves his slides by the door. "I slept almost all day yesterday after we came back in the morning and practice isn't until noon tomorrow. I'll be alright." He sets down the bags on your kitchen counter. "What did you bring?" You ask continuing what you were doing with your wine. "I got us food from Panda express and I went to Kroger's and found these spooky cookies we can decorate after we eat." He smiles taking everything out of the bags. "This is so sweet, you didn't have to do that." You pout at him feeling bad that he went out of his way to do this for you. "Don't mention it." Andrei says giving you a smirk. "Wine?" You ask him. "Sure, got any forks though? They forgot to put some in the bag when I picked up the food." He shakes his head seeing there was only napkins and sauces in the bag. "Yeah, they're in that drawer next to the stove." You nod getting two wine glasses for you both after opening the bottle. "Smells really good in here, what are you baking? or is it a candle?" He asks going to get the forks. "Pumpkin Pie, felt right given it's Halloween today and Thanksgiving is next." You pour the wine in the glasses. 

"I like the vibes in here! Halloween music, fall foods, few decorations and lights around...I'm still used to going to parties and dressing up so it feels cool to be lay back this year. Especially after the season we've been having." He lets out a sigh. "I can only imagine the stress." You hand him the glass of wine. "Let's not even talk about that, tonight my mind is on all this." He says waving his arm around the food. "You can take the food over to the living room, I think the pie should be done so let me get that out of the oven and we can watch movies or something." You grab your oven mitts. "Sounds like a plan." Andrei nods getting the food as you take out the perfect pie out of the oven and turn it off. Leaving the pie to cool off you grab the wine glasses and make your way to the living room turning the music off. "I got a bit of everything so I hope you don't mind sharing." He says uncovering the food that he placed on the coffee table. "Of course not, I gotta say though; I didn't expect NFL players to eat this late at night and much less Panda Express and sugar cookies from Kroger's." You snort sitting down on the floor grabbing the remote to put something on. "Old habits die hard, I've done better now than in college but I have my days like this where I just need something tasty and filling late at night." He sits next to you on the floor. 

"Okay, what do we want to watch? Something Kiddie, little scary or very scary?" You ask him searching for movie titles on your firestick. "Um...little scary." He nods making you snort. "Someone get scared easily?" You smirk taking a sip of your wine as you eye him. "No...I just get weird dreams." he mutters. You go to put on the exorcist and he shakes his head profusely with a mouth full of food. "Nuh-Uh! I said little scary." He says with his cheeks full of food and fist covering his mouth making you laugh. "The movie is like 50 years old, there's nothing scary about it!" You laugh. "Says who!?" You exclaims. "What a baby. Do your teammates know your this much of a wuss?" You giggle looking for something that was suitable for him instead. "That's not nice." He shakes his head making you laugh. You settle on Chucky since it had more humor and rauchy-ness than anything scary. You grab one of the plates of food and see it was noodles with their walnut shrimp. 

"Want some?" You ask him and he nods picking a few off your plate. You two pick at each others plates as you watch the movie. You were really enjoying yourself, even though you were exhausted and had to get up early in the morning for work you didn't mind having Andrei here. You lived by yourself and all of your closest friends were in relationships meaning they didn't hang out with you like they once would when they were single or just casually dating. You also were developing some feelings for Andrei but how could you not? He was extremely good looking, sweet and smart. Plus that smile whether it was showing his perfect pearly whites or his little smirk he did, did something to you that you couldn't explain. "Did you have a lot of trick or treaters? My apartment building doesn't allow stuff like that. Bought candy for no reason." Andrei asks pulling you from your thoughts. "I had more than last year, there was a little one dressed as one of you guys. It was so adorable." You smile and nod. "That's cute, I usually just dogs walking around in out jersey's." He chuckles. After finishing your food. You grab more wine and you start on the cookie decorating. The sugar cookies were  in all different shapes like pumpkins, bats, skulls and ghosts. The kit also came with a bunch of different colored frosting and sprinkles. You thought it was super cute of him to do this out of the blue.

"Which ones are you going to do?" Andrei asks, there were two of each. "Um, I think the Bat and Pumpkin." You nod reaching over for them and setting them down on the paper plate you each had now. "We should post these online and have people vote after we're done. Winner has to take to take the other out to eat at a nice restaurant." He smirks and you smirk back. "Deal. Hope you took art classes at Princeton." You tease, Andrei giving you a pretty flirty grin. You two begin on decorating your Halloween cookies, you eyeing him every so often seeing how focused he was, eyebrows furrowed, tongue slightly sticking out and his fingers covered in frosting. "Hey! Don't be looking at my masterpiece. Worry about your own!" He says trying to cover his cookies with the box the cookies came in which made you laugh. He was taking this quite serious which you found cute.

"Pft! I'm almost done." You boast putting the finishing touches on your bat and pumpkin by adding some sprinkles. "How!?" He scoffs his eyes opening wide in disbelief. "Rule number one Iosivas, never underestimate your opponent and overestimate yourself. Didn't they teach you that in football?" You smirk finishing up and licking some frosting off your finger winking at him. Andrei looks at you licking his lips before chuckling and just shaking his head. "You're supposed to trash talk back you know." You raise an eyebrow as you sip your wine, he was sort of acting different than usual but you couldn't put your finger on it. "Why would I do that?" He chuckles which made you question things even more since you guys had that type of friendship. "Because it's fun!" You say getting up to get a slice of the pie you made. "Do you want a slice of pie? You ask him from the kitchen. "I'll take one to go, I'm still stuffed from dinner still." He responds. You cut yourself a small piece putting it on a small plate and grab a eating utensil. "Done yet?" You hum sitting back done having a piece of your pie. " I think so." He says showing you the final product. "That...is certainly...a cookie." You look at it in confusion. "The ghost is you and the skull...I just had fun with it."Andrei gives you a boyish grin, you found it so adorable that he had made you into the cookie ghost. it was all purple with black hair and a smiley face. "Okay, that's really cute and sweet. Looks...like a 2nd grader made though." You tease making him suck his teeth and roll his eyes at you. 

You then hand over yours which you did your best with. "Oh, what!? These are fire! Damn Y/N." Andrei smiles looking at the cookies You made an orange pumpkin with tiger stripes and the number 80 on it. On the bat you made the same thing but in white and black. "Dang, now I'm not so sure about the bet. No way I'm beating this, people are going to humble me." Andrei shakes his head. "I'll count tonight for the bet." You shrug but he shakes his head no. "I still... want to take you out." He smirks at you as you look up at him. Confusion spreading on your face. "What do you mean?" You chuckle. "I still want to take you out, if that's okay with you..." he bites his lip looking at you in anticipation. "Like a date?" You ask and he nods. You were caught off guard by this, you didn't think he'd see you more than a friend so this was unexpected for you. "I think that sounds really nice, I'd like that." You smile feeling the heat rise to your cheeks and butterflies in your stomach. "Okay good, cause I made reservations for tomorrow night at 8:30" He smiles and you chuckle at his forwardness. "Was this your plan all along tonight?" You ask and his cheeks turn a shade of red indicating that it was. "That's super sweet and pretty smooth of you." You lean over and kiss his cheek which clearly caught him off guard this time. Your eyes travel down to his lips after making eye contact and you two slowly inch closer and closer until your lips meet. His lips soft and tasting like wine you two had been drinking. The kiss was short but sweet & gentle.

Pulling apart a loud scene in the movie startles you both which made you both laugh. "Let me get out of here so you can get some rest, didn't realize it was almost midnight." Andrei smiles before giving you a kiss on the cheek. You two quickly clean up the mess you had and pack him some leftovers including the cookies and the pie. "Text me when you get home, and don't let the boogey man get you." You tease with a smirk on your face, Andrei giving you a look before chuckling himself. "I will, I'll see you tomorrow.  8 on the dot, and wear that dress you wore that dinner we attended. It looked real good on you." He smiles before giving you another peck on the lips before he walked to his car that parked in the driveway. 

This Halloween was quite the treat. 

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A/N: Wanted to write a lil something. Andrei Iosivas masterlist will be coming soon! Thanks so much for reading 🖤

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[bangtansocean]

Roommate's Prohibited List: Three

Content Table: 01 l 02 l 03 l 04

THREE

“Where did all this rain come from?!” You complain to yourself as you close the front door with your hip, both hands busy carrying your grocery bags.

“You need help?” A second voice startles you, dropping one of the bags on the floor as you turn to the place where the voice came. 

A tall, pink haired guy stands by the door frame of Yeonjun’s bedroom. He stares at you as he slurps on his instant ramen, blinking repeatedly as he struggles to keep himself awake. The bags under his eyes make it more than obvious that this man has not slept in the last 24-48 hours. 

“I got it, thank you,” You reply in a slightly harsh tone due to your annoyance with the crazy weather, but offer him a smile which he reciprocates. 

“I gotchu,” he says, walking towards you as he picks the fallen bag up, placing it on the kitchen counter. “Sorry I couldn’t welcome you last night, I had a long shift.” He excuses himself. “I’m Yeonjun.” He places the now empty cup of noodles next to the bag as he helps you unpack your groceries and places them on your designated shelf. 

I’m pretty sure I said I don’t need help, you say to yourself as you stand next to him, mimicking his actions as you place everything where it's supposed to be. You both work in silence, finishing to put everything away faster than you thought you would. “I’m y/n, by the way.” You present yourself after you realize you haven’t. “Sorry, the rain got me in a mood. I hate getting wet.” You excuse yourself this time, which makes him laugh. 

“No worries, I can help you unpack the rest of your boxes if you need an extra hand.” He offers kindly, which this time you don’t reject. 

The few boxes you left on the hallway are the ones that are too heavy to carry by yourself, so an extra hand would be more than useful to you right now. 

“Thank you, that would be nice.” You smile back at him. 

Yeonjun gets into moving your boxes right away, carrying them with ease to your room. 

Once they are all in your room, he begins opening the boxes and helping you sort where everything goes. To be honest, you weren’t expecting him to help you organize everything, but you are thankful for his company, and competence. 

You engage in small talk and quickly learn that he is in the medicine major, which explains the I-haven’t-slept-in-3-years kind of look. He gives you all the tea about Beomgyu, and tells you about his crazy ex-girlfriend that almost moved in with them, instead of you. 

In less than an hour, you find a friend in him, confiding in him to talk about everything and nothing as you both work efficiently. “What about Soobin?” you ask, genuinely curious to have the big question answered. 

“You met him already?” He asks, as he throws an empty box from your bed to the corner. “He’s a cool dude. We get on each other’s nerves a lot, but he’s like a brother to me.” He nods to himself, a smile appearing on his face as he thinks fondly of his friend. 

“Is he Beomgyu’s pass friend?” You ask shyly, instantly regretting it when Yeonjun sits on your bed next to you, his body frozen as he looks at you deadpan. 

“What? You like Soobin?!” He snorts, trying to keep his laugh to himself which he fails to do. 

You panic as he covers his mouth with his hands, finding the situation hilarious for some reason. 

“Why are you laughing? And no. I was just asking!” You roll your eyes at him while folding your clothes, placing them in the correct pile and avoiding eye contact with Yeonjun who is still laughing by himself. 

“Sorry, it’s just funny to think of someone actively having a crush on Soobin. He’s a weird ass dude, I think he’s asexual or something. Allergic to people, almost.” He chuckles again. “But yes, he is Gyu’s free pass.” He grabs one of your hoodies and folds it, “and if he wasn’t Gyu’s he would probably be mine.” He shrugs, “So yeah, he’s off limits.” He giggles again. “Not that it matters, I’m sure he would never even think about being around you like that, no offense.” 

Offense: taken.

“Ouch!” You say half-joking, hurt at his choice of words. 

“I didn’t say it because of you though, it’s him! He’s been single for the whole time I’ve known him. Such a complicated guy. He’s waiting for the right one, or whatever.” He exclaims exasperated. “We’ve tried to get him laid, and we almost succeeded a couple of times, but he’s so stubborn! and picky as hell.” He rolls his eyes, annoyed at the memory of his friend rejecting every single girl who has ever shown interest in him.

“He didn’t seem like that to me. He was so smile-y and nice.” You frown. Soobin definitely seemed like a guy who knows what he wants, but he never came across as stubborn or anti-people as Yeonjun portrays him to be. 

“Smile-y?!” Yeonjun laughs again. “He must be sick, or plotting some twisted revenge on me, or Gyu. Who knows, maybe even against you for making him deal with your boxes!” He throws a shirt at you which you throw back harder, laughing at his younger brother-like antics. 

Yeonjun helps you fold the rest of the clothes before organizing them inside the closet, indulging in more small talk about the many memories he has made while living here. He takes his cardigan off, the red crop top coming into view that matched his red belt that held his black ripped jeans in place. For someone who seemed so professional and a future doctor, he sure had the style of a rock star.

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“So who is your free pass?” You slurp on your instant noodles, sitting with your legs crossed on the floor of your own bedroom. 

Yeonjun moves around the noodles of his second cup of instant noodles of today, blowing on them before taking a handful to his mouth, answering with his mouth full. “Huening Kai.” He swallows. “It used to be my ex-girlfriend, but obviously that’s changed.” He huffs. “He’s in the medicine field with me, a second year.” 

You listen to him attentively as you indulge in your noodles, nodding as he continues to tell you about this new mysterious friend Kai. 

“You’ll probably meet him soon, we should be having a gathering in the house on friday so we can all properly meet.” He announces before taking another handful of ramen into his mouth. 

“Oh,” You reply, “Am I Invited?” you ask shyly, feeling slightly left out of the plans that were happening and you had no idea about them.

Yeonjun looks at you deadpan again, his cheeks full of food as he rolls his eyes before replying. “Stupid,” he drops his chopsticks on his cup and proceeds to push you lightly on the shoulder. “We’re literally having the meeting because of you, think of it as a welcome party of some sorts.” He shrugs before taking the chopsticks again and finishing his ramen like a hungry animal that hasn’t been fed in months. 

The idea of a welcoming party makes your heart flutter. You really hit the jackpot with these roommates and with the new place. You are extremely thankful to Monica and Mingyu for making this happen for you. 

The rest of the evening you enjoy Yeonjun’s company, moving to his room to watch some T.V but eventually ending up in the living room playing video games on the collective playstation he, Soobin and Gyu bought together. 

“Oh you guys are awake,” Beomgyu walks through the main door, a drenched umbrella in his hand as he smiles once he realizes you guys are playing his favorite game. “I didn’t know you played y/n!” 

He quickly removes his shoes and runs towards the couch, snuggling next to you as he takes an extra controller. “Let me in!” He speaks loudly, turning to Yeonjun who is sitting on your left side, too focused to listen to his roommate. 

“He’s almost dead, you can join us after,” You whisper to him, and continue watching Yeonjun play, as you have already died way earlier in the round.

You’re surprised at how well Yeonjun plays, carrying your team till the end of the round, eventually dying on a 1v1. “Nice try Junnie,” Gyu encourages him. “Now let me in.” 

You laugh as he sits up, connecting his controller to the game. 

The small chit-chat between your two roommates lets you dive into your thoughts, which most were about Soobin. It’s not that you wanted to think about him, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to think about anything else. 

Maybe I just need to get laid, you think to yourself. It could be that your body has gone crazy after seeing the tall, handsome, prince-like guy, awakening a feeling you haven’t had in almost eight months. However, you’re unsure if getting laid would get rid of the butterflies you get in your stomach everytime you think about Soobin. 

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[luvforemikai]

Bitch i might be

summary ~ just a regular day with the cullens, except the cullens have to deal with your bullshit. Not taking your adhd meds you're extra... active today. Enjoy!

warning ~ cussing and talk of pills

Quotes mentioned -

"Bitch i might be" - Gucci Mane

Music mentioned (in order) -

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"PINK WIG THICK ASS GIVE EM WHIP LASH, I THINK BIG GET CASH MAKE EM BLINK FAST, LOOK AT WHAT YOU JUST SAW THIS IS WHAT YOU LIVE FOR AHHHHHHHH IM A MOTHERFUCKIN MONSTAA" - "Y/N KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE!" rosalie yells, absolutely tired of your mess. You ignore her though and keep rapping while jumping on your bed, which causes your dad, carlisle, to come up and ask you himself. "I know you like to sing or rap or whatever it is that you do just please try to keep it down" he says softly. "Okay!" You say, but continue to rap your nicki minaj playlist until esme yells for a snack. You run out of your door aggressively, heading downstairs towards the kitchen singing beyonce. "DONT YOU EVER FOR A SECOND GET TO THINKINNNN YOU'RE IRREPLACEABLE!!". Jasper rolls his eyes while altering your mood , making you wanna stop singing and sit on the couch watching one of your favorite movies playing, "rush hour". Carlisle scolded jasper for what he did but he didnt care, he just enjoyed the peace and quiet while you ate your burritos esme made.

When you were finished you did an awkwardly flexible flip off the couch to go bother your parents carlisle and esme. "Can i have a friend over?".. "no, not while you're off your meds" esme says "okay but like the doctor said himself i should wait 48 hours to take my meds again because of that weird thing that was going on with my heart so i think I'll be alright.".. esme gave in "fine, which one"..."Nat?" Esme shakes her head "no absolutely not" "whyyy???" You say disappointed " i dont like her, so no. Pick somebody else"... "fine, uh, jasmine?"... "sure." Esme says while giving you a look of suspicion. "AAH thank you!" You say while hugging her.

Its 12pm and Jasmine comes in. everybody welcomes her and you go up to your room. You stay in your room with her for a few hours til you guys go downstairs to get something to eat. She's sitting on the couch singing.. "rock it dont stop it everybody get on the floor. Crank the party up we about to get it on .." while you bust out in dance moves, pulling from all those hiphop rehearsals you went to when you were little. You guys bust out laughing after a minute of it considering how random it was. She goes home a little while after.

Its 8pm and esme makes dinner for you. In return you play music on the television. "Baby boy you stay on my mind fulfull my fantasyyy i think about you all the time i see you in my dreamsss" you sing loudly while whining your hips. "I think she's going crazy without her meds" Edward says jokingly "Bitch i might be" you say quickly after while carlisle tells you to watch your language.

The food is done and its finally time to take your meds. Those 48 hours were rough. You slept a whole day and was active the next, you were more than ready. You still had trouble taking pills because of your borderline fear of choking so you took them with some icecream and was out like a light the next hour. You had Jasper to thank for that along with the crushed up melatonin Emmett put in your food. "Goodnight y/n" is all you heard when you were dosing off in Carlisle's arms while he took you up to your room.

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[woso-fan13]

NO. 29 WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME...

Sleep Deprivation 

You staggered into the hotel like you were drunk. Even though you could legally drink in Europe, there was no way that you could be drunk. You hadn’t had time to fully shower in the last 48 hours, you didn’t have time to go out. 

“Y/N, babe, you okay?” Emily asks. 

“Just peachy, thanks,” you respond, your tone of voice indicating that you were not, in fact, just peachy. 

“Seriously kid,” oh great, Kelley’s here too, “what’s up with you? You tripped on your own feet walking inside.” 

“I’m good, really,” you assure them. “I’m just tired.” 

“I feel that,” Emily agrees. 

“I know,” Kelley sounds almost sympathetic. “Time zone changes are tough, especially when we have practice as soon as we get here. But we’re having lunch now and then you should be able to nap for an hour or so before weight training.”

“Time zones suck, but I’m pretty used to them. We had to travel a lot when I was growing up, so I got used to sleeping weird hours.”

“I forgot about that,” said Emily. “Then you should have an easy transition over. As long as you got solid sleep the night before, you should have been able to get enough sleep on the plane to count for a night. As much as I hate flying overnight, it is convenient.”

“I wasn’t able to sleep on the plane, I had a bunch of schoolwork to do. My teachers gave me all the assignments I’ll be missing for the tournament before I left, and I doubt I’ll have much downtime here.”

“That’s rough, I’m sorry kid.” Kelley says, “but missing one night isn’t too bad. As long as you slept the night before.”

You stay silent. 

“Y/N?” Kelley probes. 

“I couldn’t. I’m sorry, but I didn’t have time.”

“Babe,” Emily questions, “when’s the last time you had a full night of sleep?”

“A full night? Sometime last week. But I’ve been able to get in naps, just not for a few days.” 

“Y/N M/N L/N,” Kelley sounds mad. “No, you can’t do that. Come on, we’re taking you to bed.”

“I’ll go,” you yawn, now thinking about bed, “but you guys go get lunch. I’ll be fine, and I’ll see you at training.”

You turn towards the elevator, eyelids drooping as you wait. A warm hand on your back causes you to turn slightly, Kelley giving you a soft smile. She puts her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her. 

“Emily is going to grab us something to snack on. I’ll get you ready for bed, we can eat, and then you can sleep. Okay?”

You nod, too tired to argue. 

Kelley looks at the elevator, wondering why it’s taking so long, “sweetheart, you know the elevator comes a lot faster if you hit the button.”

She steps forward, pressing the call button. You furrow your brow slightly as the warmth and comfort leave, but they soon return. The elevator arrives shortly and Kelley ushers you in. Once you reach your floor, she pulls you down the hall and opens a door. 

This is definitely not your room. Judging by the king sized bed and suitcases, it appears Kelley and Emily were able to convince the coaching staff that they were responsible enough to share. 

Kelley opens a suitcase, digging through slightly to find a pair of pajamas. She then quickly turns to you, pulling your clothes off and dressing you. After so many times in the locker room, you two have no sense of modesty. 

A short knock is heard before the door pushes open. Emily walks in, giving Kelley a quick kiss before kissing your head. She pulls sandwiches from a bag, handing one to Kelley and moving to put another in the fridge. The last one she keeps for herself. 

She also pulls a granola bar from her bag, handing it to you. “Eat this, then you can sleep. You’ll have something real to eat when you wake up, but you need to sleep more.” 

You quickly manage to eat the bar, looking towards the couple for guidance. Emily puts her lunch down, guiding you into the bed. She settles you in the middle, pulling the sheets over you. Within 2 minutes, you are fast asleep. 

Kelley and Emily then quickly finish their lunch, settling on either side of you. They lay down, snuggling you into them, talking quietly. You were so soundly sleeping that they could have been shouting and you wouldn’t have woken up. 

Kelley starts the conversation, “I texted Coach while you were tucking her in. Everyone is having a bit of jet lag, so weight training is pushed back 2 hours and cut short.”

Emily simply nodded, grateful for the shortened workout. Although it was nothing compared to you, she was feeling the time change. 

The two women settle fully, wordlessly deciding on a plan. Kelley sets a quick alarm on her phone, tossing it on to her nightstand. Emily props herself on one elbow, looking towards Kelley. 

“I’m obsessed with this kid. Can we keep her, Kel? Please? I promise I’ll feed her and walk her.”

Kelley laughs at Emily’s overeager child impression, “I think we have to. It’s a bit too late to drop her at the pound.”

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[themultifandomgal]

Sweet Pea- Moms Last Musical

"Ok YN, Sweet Pea let's try this again and this time don't look like your going to kill each other" Kevin shouts from his little desk in front of the stage. Today is our first day of rehearsal for the musical Heathers. I'm super excited to play Veronica, but Sweet Pea is playing JD. Whooo. Sweet Pea and I used to date, that is until we broke up and he started to date.. excuse me be friends with benefits with Josie "let's start from, Veronica what are you doing in my room. And action!"

" Veronica, what are you doing in my room" Sweet Pea sits up from the makeshift bed

"Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you. 'Cause Heather says I gots to go. You're my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities"

"No! No no no" Kevin shouts

"What now?" I huff

"Where's the chemistry between you both?"

"Ask him" I look at Sweet Pea getting up

"Me? your the one who broke up with me for no reason"

"And your the one who jumped beds quicker than you can say Southside Serpents"

"That's enough. If this is going to work then you two need to get on. If you don't work this out Veronica and Archie will replace you both, got it" I scoff at Kevin

"Veronica and Archie seriously?"

"For the next week you two are going to do tasks I'll set for. I'll have the tasks ready for you by this evening. Go and cool off, both of you" Sweet Pea and I walk off stage "let's have the Heathers sing candy store. For now we will pretend Veronica is there" Kevin sounds defeated

"I guess I'll see you later then" I say to Pea walking out of the auditorium.

"What does it say?" I ask Sweet Pea while leaning on my locker

"Go bowling together"

"How did you get to school this morning?"

"My dad dropped me off"

"Guess we're taking my bike then"

"Great" we walk out of school and head to Sweet Pea's bike. He hands me his helmet, I take it off him and put it on getting on the back off his bike.

We arrive at the bowling ally and head inside. We get sorted and for a while we play in silence

"This was our last date before we spilt up" Pea says as I pick up a ball

"I know. We ordered fries and a shake, of course not as good as Pops"

"Didn't you get food poisoning?" Pea smiles at me making me chuckle

"Oh god yeah. 48 hours of throwing up"

"My trailer smelt awful for days" we stop laughing realising that's when I broke up with Pea

"What happened YN? we were so good"

"So good that when I told you I needed space and some time alone you got into bed with Josie?"

"I was angry"

"So you carried on? I don't understand why you did that"

"And I don't understand why you broke up with me"

"You know what. Let's go" I put the ball down and walk out of the bowling alley.

Over the next few days Kevin has been making us relive our dates. They've been rather awkward. Tonight is Thursday and we are currently reliving our first ever date, a meal at Pops. We are eating our exact same meal, Kevin has kinda freaked me out how well he knows all of this

"YN talk to me"

"About what?"

"Why we broke up"

"Why do you keep pushing this?"

"Because I haven't had a reason for our break up in 4 months"

"Exactly it's been 4 months so why do you need to know"

"Because I never got over you" Pea raised his voice at me

"Then why did you sleep with Josie? look we're going round in circles here" I sigh putting my head in my hands holding back tears

"Ok" Pea breaths out "I never slept with Josie" I frown looking at him confused "we were going to, I wanted to do anything to get over you, but I couldn't do it. We kissed but it didn't feel right"

"So you lied? how does she feel about that?"

"She was in on it. She wanted to get Reggie to notice her and I wanted to get you jealous so you'd take me back. It was stupid and I shouldn't have done it especially because now I realise it only makes you hate me more. What did I do?"

"I never hated you Pea" I let the tears fall from my eyes "you didn't do anything wrong when we were dating"

"Then why?" Pea now has tears in his eyes. I wipe my face and take a deep breath

"My mom is sick. She hasn't got long left, a few months at the most. I just couldn't cope when I found out. That's why I shut you out, why I needed space. The only reason I'm doing this musical is because dad is going to film it for mom so she can watch me perform one last time. She's come to every other musical and this will be the first one she won't see in person"

"Why didn't you tell me? does anyone else know?" I shake my head

"No no one. I didn't want pity"

"So what was the plan? you were going to just ignore it? what about when she passes? what were you going to do then?"

"I don't know Pea, I just wanted to feel normal until then" Pea takes my hands in his

"Whether we're together or not. I'm not letting you go through this alone”

1 month later

"... slap me, pull my hair. Touch me there and there and there. And no more talking. Love this dead girl walking. Love this dead girl walking"

"Wait, wait"

"Love this dead girl"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah

“Yeah" mom pauses the video and look at me and Sweet Pea

"As much as I'm proud of you, I didn't need to see that" mom and I chuckle before she starts coughing. I grab her a cup and pour some water in it. I help her drink some water "stop looking at me like that. Let's finish watching your show"

I close the lid after we take our bows

"I wish you could have been there mom"

"So do I sweetheart. Now what's going on with you two, I haven't seen Sweet Pea in months and you haven't spoken about him"

"We split up" I say looking down at my hands

"Because I'm sick?" I look back at my mom "do you both still, what's it you kids say these days? oh I don’t know, do you still have the hots for each other” Sweet Pea and I look at each other then back at my mom “let me be proof that you need to live your life like every day will be your last…”

“Mom”

“No YN listen. Whatever’s happened between you two you need to figure it out, because I’ll haunt your sorry asses if you don’t try and make what you have work. Sweet Pea, come here” Pea moves towards mom “my daughter is stubborn, takes after her dad. But if you love her, you do what you can to keep her”

“I will” Sweet Pea takes my hand in his, and I don’t let go. Maybe I was a fool for breaking up with him and going through this alone, but now he’s back. Whether it stays platonic or grows in to more. At least I have him now. That’s all that matters.

#sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #riverdale imagines #riverdale

[donnerpartyofone]

I have been trying to look up the identity of what I am led to believe is an electronic, pacemaker kinda device that was long ago implanted into an elderly cousin's brain to control her extreme suicidal depression. This is hard to google now because of the very recent emergence of similar devices that are generating lots of conversations. I wish I knew her well enough to reach out and ask probing questions about her mental health, but I don't.

It's frustrating how little I know about my family's medical history, but we are weird, and there are few of us, and fewer still are accessible. But I think about that cousin, and I think, "I have whatever she has."

My depression is way more extreme, bleak, and controlling than it was when I was young and depressed. I'm generally depressed at all times, but sometimes--like, from a few days to a few weeks--there is literally nothing I can do but lie in bed and cry and drool. Sometimes there seems to be a circumstantial trigger, but it doesn't ALWAYS result in a multi-day collapse. The collapse seems like it is going to happen when it happens, no matter what. And then it happens until it is done , whatever I do. I describe it in terms of "the juice". It's like when you've slept long enough, and your body doesn't have the juice to keep sleeping. Or you've had enough sex or jerked off enough (or you're on antidepressants), and you don't have the juice to have a fresh, satisfying orgasm. Something chemical is happening. I have the juice to feel cataclysmically bad, and then at some point I run dry, even if I still feel intellectually bad about my situation.

For a time I was afraid that my cycle, whatever it is (I haven't noticed a specific pattern yet), was related somehow to PMS. Without birth control I only have a period a couple times a year, unpredictably, and I have never been able to relate to the community women find amongst themselves related to common period issues. When I hear about PMS-related emotional problems, i.e. "I was wondering why I suddenly wanted to kms for three days and then I got my period! Awww I'M A WOMAN," I'm always offended, not comforted. It's like oh great, my feelings are not real, my most extreme experiences are purely synthetic and detached from who I am, I'm basically not even a person, cool, great. So anyway this summer has been really hard for me mentally for various more and less mysterious reasons--but I started charting depressive episodes according to my period, and I'm deeply relieved to discover that there is no apparent correlation between whatever is wrong with me and my biological sex. I should be bleeding in the next 48 hours, and yesterday I had a bad experience that often/normally sends me into a long spiral of darkness, but I came right back from it, and in the recent past plus today I have been up, ambitious, communicative, energized, and kind to others. The investigation continues.

[marshmallowprotection]

How do you think that first night in the cabin on saerans route went? We see a bunch but theres still the fact that this is really the first time their allowed to spend more than like 20 minutes with eachother. Plus there was presumably only one bed in the cabin, not that saeran slept much but they could have rested together. Maybe a bit awkward at first?

You were in the cabin for only a few seconds before Saeran realized that there was a phone in your hand. He’s been focused on saving the two of you, so his mind was only on the road. It wasn’t easy to duck and dodge any believers that came chasing after you. Rika might not have had the mind at the time to send the guards, but they already had prior orders to take care of you & Saeran.

That was exhausting, to say the least. Blood pumping out of your mind for hours like that needs you to slow down momentary to regain control of your head. So, do we want to make a timeline out of the official hours given to us by the game or do we want to assume that it’s more likely that the timeline is skewed over to make more sense in the moment? If we look at the official chat times to base a lot of this after, we have to look at the moment we escaped to the following day at 8AM.

16:13 / 4:13 P.M. 18:37 / 6:37 P.M. 20:22 / 8:22 P.M.  21:39 / 9:39 P.M. 23:48 / 11:48 P.M. 08:00 / 8:00 A.M. 

With this in mind, we have to account for a few factors. So, you make a break for it at 4:13. You start running through the mountains and you don’t get to the cabin until sometime after 6:37. We know you’re still running when you’re speaking to V and Jaehee, so there’s no concrete answer on when you arrive to the cabin in the night. It has to be somewhere between 6:37 and 8:22. Depending on that, I know that it’s easier to gauge what we’re working with in regards to what you’re doing with Saeran.

So, let’s just assume that there’s a period between the time that you arrive to the cabin and before you open the messenger. That’s going to be a break where you catch your breath. Saeran inspects the cabin for safety, you check everything in the place to see what you’re working with food and water wise. That’s a fact that I know for sure because Saeran has to run down to the river to grab some fresh water during a phone call.

Then we have to account for the time it takes Saeran to set up a connection with the messenger and ensure that he did indeed have the right skills to ensure that Mint Eye cannot trace him yet. I can assume that this takes twenty minutes, it’s just a rough assessment. You then sit down with Saeran, open the messenger to chat with Yoosung and Zen. You coax him to slow down, relax, and open himself to them with good faith. He relaxes.

Realizes fast Yoosung and Zen aren’t helpful in this case while they sputter, he kisses your cheek, presses his hand to yours in a small act of faith, and then he goes to turn on his laptop and hunt down what the C&R team sent him. We can assume that took a few minutes so you finish up your chat and then go sit with him while he checks in with Jumin and Jaehee. That’s when he has to start his work right away. But, you see, Saeran isn’t working alone now. He has this big team at C&R. He isn’t doing this alone.

He is working with them, balancing out work and ensuring that everything is going to work out. Jaehee even comments in the chat following at one at 9:39 that he’s wonderful, practical, and a hard-worker. So, at an hour in, he’s already made huge process with everyone. He’s doing his work, and you’re likely moving around the cabin trying to see what you have to eat... since there’s a phone call in here about asking him if he’s hungry! He says he wants to join you, so that is enough for me to assume that he’s able to take a couple of breaks that night but not many.

Enough for him to look at you and breathe. He can look away for five or ten minutes every hour. He is determined to do work, but he wants to make sure that you’re okay, too. He doesn’t want to ignore you and work like this again... it’s the reminder of those first days at Mint Eye that make him say he needs a tiny break just so that he can hold you or you can hold him momentarily. This a lot for him to process and he’s going through it.

He keeps working hard with C&R into the night. It’s revealed that they’ve found where they think Saeyoung has been taken by 11:48. So, within the span of the few hours you’ve been in the cabin, Saeran’s been spending much of his time coordinating the C&R team while doing his work, too. Yet, he’s had the time to eat with you, fetch some fresh water, and take a short walk around the area of the cabin. We know he doesn’t sleep that night, and you probably don’t get a lot of sleep, either.

I imagined that you slept on a couch not far from him while he was doing his work and that motivated him to keep pushing through the exhaustion since he could finally see you at peace. So, whatever happened overnight isn’t clear to anyone. He could’ve had more breaks to check on you or be with you, or there’s a chance that you checked in with the intelligence unit with Saeran to speak to Jumin or Jaehee yourself. There’s no telling what you’ve done on your phone that night, either.

That’s up for the player to figure out. We all know it ends with Saeran taking a break on the phone that morning to tell you that he’s watching the sunrise... and you’re looking at him from the window, seeing how free he finally is. By the time the sunrises, it’s time to go.

The 8AM chatroom happens which would be the point that says “okay, now we have to face the Prime Minister”. We know that Driver Kim has to come and pick up Saeran and the player from the cabin and bring them back to C&R. We don’t get any idea of how long this takes. So, you have all that time with Saeran to try to rest and relax before you’re thrust into C&R’s building on the spot to fight the biggest fight of your life. I am sure this entire time is tense, awkward, and a little bit uncertain. It’s not easy to figure out where you stand with Saeran and all the RFA, and the same goes for Saeran. You’re both figuring this out.

All I can say is that the end of Day 10 feels like the longest day of your life.

#8 bit space #ask #mod kait #character analysis #mystic messenger #mm #mysme #mysticmessenger #saeran choi #choi saeran #ge saeran

[winchestersworld4]

My Only Sunshine (Chapter 2)

Word Count: 5988

Dean worked quietly so as not to wake her while she slept in his office. He assumed she must have been exhausted to softly snore through every call he made, every button on the keyboard, and sigh of frustration. She certainly wasn’t going to make his job easy. She had clients, booked appointments, friends who would come looking… oddly enough she seemed estranged from her family though?

What he didn’t expect to find was no other link to the cartel. Deep in his heart he wanted to trust Sam’s instincts but it was his job to protect Sam above all else, and that meant he had to know. He had to know if she was just covering her own ass.

Yet, he kept coming up empty handed… which just didn’t make any sense to him.

How in the hell could someone miss all of this? She HAD to know…

Shuffling on the couch pulled him out of his thoughts. He watched as she stretched softly and looked around slightly confused, freezing as her eyes landed on his. The pieces of the last 48 hours fell together and he watched it like a movie in her eyes, her face was too readable, he would have to fix that somehow.

“Sleep well?” He asked.

“Yeah. Thank you.” She mumbled. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, it’s down the hall, right?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Dean said as he copied her move to stand and turn towards the door. But he was stopped when she turned to look at him with confusion on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go pee by myself?”

“No.” He answered plainly.

“We haven’t even left the police station.” She sighed exasperated.

“Sorry, you and I are stuck like glue until this trial is over. Get used to it.” He answered unapologetically.

(Y/N) had to wonder if he was just exhausted or always this pleasant to be around. She sighed and turned back towards the door with a soft eye roll once she faced away from him. He wasn’t kidding when he said glue, not allowing himself to be more than an arm’s length away through the halls.

She reached the door to the women’s bathroom and turned back to face him.

“Did you wanna come in the stall and watch me drop my pants too?”

“Don’t temp me.” He put on a crooked grin and raised an eyebrow.

Something inside of her felt like it did a small backflip, and she knew if she spoke, she’d just stumble over the words. So instead, she huffed and shoved the door open to disappear behind it. She had to admit that it was the most friendly and happy he had seemed since he met her, he was definitely a flirt. A charmer under any circumstances outside of work.

(Y/N) spent a few minutes splashing her face with cool water at the sink, trying to clear the dark circles that had found themselves a home under her eyes. She gave up shortly after and dried her hands before stepping back out to find Dean in the same spot she left him.

“Fall in?” He asked slightly annoyed. Waving for her to walk back towards his office, following closely behind.

“I just wanted to wash my face a little. I’ve been here for hours.”

“Right. Well, you’re in for a spa day sweetheart so let’s meet with Sammy and get on the road.”

“Spa day?” She questioned.

“Yep.”

“Why doesn’t that sound like a good thing…” She mumbled more to herself than anything.

When they entered the office again Sam was there waiting for them.

“Good Morning, (Y/N).” Sam smiled.

“Yeah, something like that.” She sighed with a soft smile.

“Well, let’s get down to the details.” He said as he handed each of them a coffee.

“Okay, we leave in an hour. New hair, I’ll send for clothes if you’ll write down your sizes. Safe house will be located here.” Dean said sliding a file over to Sam. (Y/N) sat in shock as she listened. “Rotating watch every 12 hours, limited men. I want a 4 man team tops. No one else in or out, someone’s sick, then the other 3 cover. That’s it.”

“Okay. Know who you want?”

“I want two of my men, and you can pick two of yours, better odds that way.”

(Y/N) pulled at her long dirty blonde hair and ran the ends through her fingertips. Wondering what exactly he was expecting her to do. How drastic was this change going to be? Would she have to chop it all off?

“Hello, (Y/N)? You listening over there?” Dean interrupted her thoughts.

“Yes, sorry.” She shook her head and looked up between him and Sam.

“What did I just say?”

“I-I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m listening, just. Say it again.”

Dean rolled his eyes and stood off the desk.

“I asked if you were on any medications or anything we needed to know about? Something you’ll need us to get you?”

“Oh, y-yes.” She answered hesitantly.

“Just write it down for me and I’ll take care of it, okay?” Sam asked softly handing her the notepad. (Y/N) took it and wrote quickly before handing it back. Sam glanced down and looked up to her for a moment before nodding. “Okay, anything else that you need?”

“No. Uhh… I guess not. It’s not like I can go back for the dog or anything, huh?” She asked with tears prodding the corner of her eyes.

“No.��� Dean replied stiffly.

“That’s really the only thing in the house that matters to me… so if I can’t have him then I guess I’m good to go.” Her voice cracked on the last word. She bit down on her lip to force the quivering to stop, refusing to let him see the way her heart crumbled at the realization that she would be leaving her furry companion behind. The one who’d gotten her through some of her darkest nights. The one who brought a smile to her face every day. She worried about him already.

Has he been fed?

Had animal control taken him?

Would they put him down or lock him in a cage?

Would her asshole of an ex kill him too if they left him at home?

Would he ask himself why she never came home to him again?

She turned away from the two men and looked out the office window as she squeezed her eyes tightly and bit down on the inside of her cheek.

“Okay. Let’s get shit done. I’m gonna run home and pack, do you have someone to stay with her?” Dean asked.

“I’ll stay with her till you’re back.” Sam assured him.

“Okay. I’ll be quick.”

Dean was out the door quickly.

“(Y/N)?” Sam asked softly?

“Hm?” She replied not turning around, not giving her voice another chance to betray her.

“I’m sorry… I know this is hard.”

“It’s fine.” She croaked.

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 “How short is short?” (Y/N) asked annoyed, but honestly almost numb at this point. Everything about this day has just fucking sucked. Her life as she knew it had officially ended. She has left her home. Her dog. Her career. She has a bag of clothes someone bought for her. A bag of medication with no one’s name on it. A man at her side who still seems to give zero shits that any and all of this sucks for her too, and now he wants her to chop off her long beautiful hair.

“I mean, shorter than it is now for sure.”

“What the fuck ever… Just tell me what you want and I’ll do it.” (Y/N) said as she crossed her arms.

“I mean, you can pick, I’m just saying cut it off.” He replied equally as annoyed.

“Dean, I’ve not gotten to pick one fucking thing for myself all day. I don’t care anymore. It doesn’t matter. Just. Here- pick one, tell the woman. Get us the hell out of here, and get some sleep.” (Y/N) said as she thrust the book into his hands as she stood and walked away. Pacing back and forth in front of the large glass window in the lobby.

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed as he flipped through it. How the hell was he supposed to pick for her?

I mean, he supposed he had a thing for red heads… She was pretty. She would look good as a red head. He shrugged to himself as he frequently glanced between her and the book in his hands. He too was itching to get this over with and get on the road to the safe house, looking for a bed to lay in and a bite to eat. He hadn’t slept in over a day now and even he knew he was probably being an ass.

He still didn’t understand why she was cooperating with Sam.

He still didn’t understand why he couldn’t find a link between her and the cartel.

He still didn’t understand why he didn’t trust her… but he didn’t.

Maybe sleep would clear the fog in his brain and show him resolution one way or the other.

“Okay, we’re ready for her.” The stylist called out. Dean watched (Y/N) walk over and sit with a soft smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes the way it probably should.

“What are we doing today, babe?” She asked kindly.

“Whatever he wants.” (Y/N) smiled in return, a little wider this time so as not to make the interaction awkward as she looked up to Dean. He played along and smiled back.

Dean held a picture up to the stylist.

“Ohhh, I like it. She’ll look great with that color.”

“Yeah. I thought so too.” Dean winked to (Y/N) before walking away.

“Okay, let’s get you started.”

For the last two hours the stylist had kept (Y/N) turned away from the mirror so as to keep her new look a surprise. Dean struggled not to doze in the chair and stood to keep himself awake, he watched as the stylist put the final touches on and couldn’t help but pull a small smile on his face as he realized that the look did truly suit her.

(Y/N) watched his face nervously.

She didn’t understand what she was seeing… it was almost like he was pleased?

He hadn’t really shown any liking of her from the moment they met. Just tolerance and annoyance. Although she really hoped someone of that would get better after he slept.

His eyes met hers and he tried to give her a reassuring nod, she gave a tight smile in return and he was suddenly the one who felt nervous, afraid she would hate it.

“Okay, here we go.” The stylist said as she swung the chair around and (Y/N)’s eyes landed on someone she barely recognized.

Her hair was now a dark auburn, almost maroon color. It sat just below her shoulders, a tad shorter in the back than the front and choppy at the ends. The stylist tossed in a waved curl in the middle all the way around to give her some volume and she had to admit… she kind of loved it.

It was something she never would have chosen for herself. Red was far from her wheelhouse, but the way it changed the color of her eyes and contrasted against her skin were all complimentary.

She couldn’t find a thing to be mad about.

A genuine smile fell on her lips for the first time since Dean met her, and he breathed a small sigh of relief. He could tell now that every smile he had seen before was forced. Pushed. Half-hearted.

This smile was enough to light a room.

“Wow… It… WOW.” She mumbled as she pulled her fingers through it. “It feels so light.”

“Do we love it? I love it!” The stylist smiled.

“Yes. Absolutely!”

Dean paid and walked (Y/N) out to the car casually, opening and closing her door before getting in and pulling them out onto the road.

“We should be there in about 4 hours.” He said softly.

“Okay.”

“So, are you gonna stab me in my sleep?”

“What?!” (Y/N) looked up to him in shock. Is that honestly what he thought of her? Did he think she was guilty too?

“Your hair?” He teased. “Do you really like it or were you just playing along?”

“Oh. No. I actually think it looks good. I never would have picked this, but… I like it.” She shrugged with a soft smile.

“Me too.” He nodded to (Y/N)’s surprise.

The rest of the drive was in comfortable silence. (Y/N) wouldn’t admit it out loud but the old impala made her feel like she was in some hot rod movie. She loved the way she felt sitting against the leather seats and she had to admit he looked damn good driving it. She wondered if this was his personal car, or a just something he used as a decoy.

Something no one would expect a cop to drive.

She made a mental note to ask him sometime.

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It was mid- afternoon when Dean pulled them into a small house, there wasn’t a neighbor for miles. A small pond with a dock, woods surrounding them. They had been on a 2 lane road for several miles that then led them to a dirt road.

As they pulled in there was a black SUV sitting in the yard waiting for them.

(Y/N) swallowed nervously.

“He’s one of mine. It’s fine.” Dean said without looking at her.

He parked the car and the two of them exited, standing stiffly as they hadn’t stopped once since leaving the salon. Dean walked over to the man and shook his hand with a hard smile.

“Benny. Perimeter?”

“5 miles. No Civs. No trails for interference. Closest outpost is 7 miles due east, and seems to be a black bear nearby.”

“Who’s relieving you?”

“It’ll be Cas.”

“Good… I don’t know who Sam is pulling in. Probably Jody. This is a black out. No comms. No satellite unless it goes through me, understand?”

“Yes sir. I got everything you requested. It’s inside.”

“(Y/N), move.” Dean said nodding towards the door, he and Benny followed closely behind you. When you walked in you were surprised it was clean. Light and airy on the inside even. The small white house in the woods was homey and even comforting on the inside. Cottage like, with fresh green plants and wood décor.

“We’re staying here?”

“For now.” Dean sighed. “There’s two bedrooms, I’m on the right, you’re on the left. You have a bathroom attached. Window is bolted shut and reinforced with bulletproof glass, don’t get any ideas.”

“Like what exactly?” She asked slightly offended.

He ignored her.

“I’m going to get some sleep, Benny brought you some food. Stocked the kitchen, there is fresh linen and toiletries in the bathroom if you wanna get cleaned up. No internet but there’s a TV and a stack of old movies in the corner. Get comfy.”

“Hey Dean?” She called out to him. He turned to face her. “Please be nicer when you wake up.”

She flashed him a sarcastic smile and walked away from him and back towards the kitchen. The door slammed shut as she turned the corner and caught sight of Benny, he gave her a polite smile from where he sat at stood at the counter.

“Hello ma’am, I’m Benny.” He nodded to her.

“(Y/N)” She smiled back softly.

“I brought pizza?”

“That sounds great, thank you Benny.”

He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and laid a couple of pieces on it before sliding it to her across the counter.

“Do you prefer tea or coke?”

“Don’t tell me you made me sweet tea?” (Y/N) teased. It was obvious by his accent he was straight out of a southern love story.

“Yes ma’am, I thought you might need something fresh after being stuck in the car with such stale company for so long.”

(Y/N) giggled at that and nodded.

“Is he always like that?” She asked as he filled her glass.

“He’s a little rough around the edges, but it’s because he’s good at what he does. He doesn’t ever turn off his brain. Constantly stays in a mindset of survive and protect when he’s on an assignment like this, you’re important to him.”

“I’m important to Sam, maybe.”

“Which means, you’re important to him. There’s no one in the world Dean loves more than his little brother.”

“Hmm.” (Y/N) mused, just remembering that Sam did look a little younger. For some reason she hadn’t realized that Dean was the older of the two, the dynamic between them made more sense now.

“He’ll come around, but he’ll always put your safety before your feelings. Just how he is.”

“I suppose I should be thankful for that, huh?”

“You’ll never be safer than with him, I promise you that darlin.”

“Will you be with us a lot, Benny?”

“I’ll rotate in and out, yes.”

“Well then, I think I’ll survive. It’s nice to be treated like a person again… Sam was the only one who’s treated me like I wasn’t a criminal since they kicked in my door.”

“I’ll be here, and you’ll meet Cas. He’s a little weird but friendly in every sense of the world. Loves Dean to death. Loyal as they come.”

“Do you all work together?”

“Yes, we’re squad brothers.”

“How long?”

“Oh, I’d say going on 5 or 6 years now?”

“Wow. That seems like a long time for a team to stay together.”

“Good teams tend to stick like glue.” Benny shrugged. (Y/N) giggled again as she took a bite of her pizza.

“Thank you for lunch. I don’t even think I realized how hungry I was.”

“You’ve had a lot to process, it’s normal.”

“Yeah… have you… have you ever been on a case like mine?”

“Yeah, sorta.” He nodded.

“Did… did they make it to trial?”

Benny held her gaze in his. The lack of response made (Y/N)’s stomach drop to her ass. Benny noted her reaction and gave a sympathetic smile as he put a hand on her shoulder.

“Like I said darlin, you’ll never be safer than you are with Dean. If there was anyone in the world I’d trust with my life, my family. It’s him. Just, trust him. Grumpy or not. He’ll take care of you.”

“Thanks, Benny.” She whispered.

She finished her pizza and he topped off her glass of tea once more before placing the empty cup in the sink, she complimented Benny on the best tea she’d ever had in her life.

“I think I’ll probably grab a shower and then pass out for a while. He’s not the only one who hasn’t slept much in the last day or two.”

“Yes ma’am, when you wake there are movies available. A stack of books on the shelf, notebooks, pens, pencils, and over on the desk there is a laptop.”

“Laptop?” (Y/N) asked confused. “I thought Dean said there wasn’t any internet out here?”

“There’s not. He said to get the laptop and the camera. No internet required.”

“Camera?” She asked hesitantly as she walked slowly over to the desk in the corner.

“Yes ma’am. He asked for them both specifically, separate from the rest of the supply list.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, a smile pulling from within her that she couldn’t contain. Had he really done that?... for her? But why? It was obvious he couldn’t stand her. It was obvious he didn’t care about her feelings or her happiness. Even Benny had admitted her feelings would not be high on his priority list, yet here sat a brand new very nice camera, and a laptop to go with it.

“Thanks again, Benny.” (Y/N) smiled as she walked down the hall to her room.

Finally, alone.

Her emotions felt like a roller coaster jumping from one to the other.

She turned on the shower and climbed under the water that was almost unbearably hot, but just hot enough; and then she fell apart. She was careful to try and keep her hair from getting wet as she sank to the floor and let the water splash at her legs and feet.

She felt every inch of pain and confusion.

Betrayal.

Absolute fucking shock.

She wanted to hate him.

She wanted to understand.

She felt so fucking stupid for missing all of it. How could she not know? How could she not see?

All of those poor girls.

The girls who were kind, and young. The girls who had dreams and lives and families that loved them.

She knew it was likely that she would ever actually speak to Brian again.

She knew it was likely she’d ever get to see her beloved dog, Butcher, ever again.

She mourned them. She mourned her life. She mourned the career she had built for herself from the ground up, from absolute dirt to becoming an in-demand photographer with a fully booked schedule.

All of her clients… who would they go to now? What did they think happened to her? Did they think that she scammed them? Took their money and ran?

Who the hell would come after her?

How long would she be in danger?

She remembered the man from the photo. Watching him at dinner with Brian. Watching him treat the waitress as if she were nothing more than a dirty animal who stood in his way. She remembered the disgust she felt watching him interact with pretty much every person around him, and now she knew why.

He was a terrible, terrible man.

She looked down and pulled the diamond ring off of her finger. Chunking it out of the shower and across the bathroom where it bounced off the door with a small thud.

How could he do this to her?

How could he drag her into a mess she didn’t even know he was making?

How could he put her in such danger; did he ever love her?

Would he have killed her, too?

So many thoughts swam through her head.

So many tears blurred her vision.

As her mind stopped swimming and tears began to slow, she began to think about things moving forward. The things she had now. She had Sam. He believed her. He knew she was telling the truth, and he knew that she would do the right thing. He was good. She had Benny, who brought her pizza and made her sweet tea and told her that she would be safe.

She supposed she had, Dean.

Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. At least she knew he would keep her alive.

One minute (Y/N) could swear that he hated her. He must be convinced that she’s guilty of something. That she’s a bad guy in all of this. Then a minute later she’s watching him smile at her in the salon. He’s asking her if she likes what he picked out for her. He got her a camera.

The whiplash was almost as confusing as some of the cruel statements he made. As if he truly questioned her innocence.

Perhaps Benny was right; maybe Dean was the best person in the world to keep her safe. But how could he protect her if he thought she was the one who had done something so terrible? If somewhere deep down he honestly thought that she was a terrible person? He wouldn’t protect someone like that.

Which meant she was on her own…

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(Y/N) stayed like that until the hot water ran lukewarm and she then finished her shower quickly. Dressing in a simple olive green t-shirt and black sweat pants she curled onto the bed and fell asleep.

It was dark outside when Dean’s eyes opened again. He heard the sound of the front door open. When he stood and stepped out of his room he found Cas and Benny standing in the kitchen.

“Sleep beauty over there hasn’t done a damn thing since he got here.” Benny teased with a grin, speaking to Cas but looking to Dean as he approached them.

“Yeah yeah, keep it up Benny. She give you any lip?”

“Not a bit. She’s a sweet one.”

“Sure.” Dean huffed and lifted his eyebrows momentarily. “Cas, you already check the perimeter?”

“Fixing to go now before we hand-off. Going to do the inside sweep first.”

“I’ll do the internal sweep, you two take the outside.”

“Yes sir.” They both nodded and the three men split.

Dean moved room to room. Checking every door, window, and possible weak spot for entry. He opened the door to (Y/N)’s bedroom after his soft knock got no response, he found her sleeping on the bed and used his mag-light instead of hitting the switch on the wall. He walked slowly around the room and checked for anything that might be out of place.

“Dean?” She mumbled as she shifted on the bed.

“Go back to sleep, just doing a sweep of the house. We’ll do them twice a day.”

She didn’t reply but he could hear her body lay back against the mattress in the dark. He continued to wander and moved towards the bathroom to finish up, but as he moved to step in his foot landed on something. He shined his light and knelt down to pick it up in confusion.

Her ring.

“Trash it”

“What?” He asked turning towards her in confusion.

“Trash it. Sell it. Give it to your girlfriend… throw it in the pond for all I care. Just get it out of here.”

Dean could barely see her face in the dark, but he could hear the anger in her voice. The betrayal and pain. The clarity in his mind brought on by his slumber helped him piece together some of what he may have been missing before.

“Engagement ring?” He asked.

“Just another lie, Dean.” She sighed. “I’m going back to bed.”

He nodded to himself and slipped the ring in his pocket as he finished checking every corner of the bathroom and then exited her room without another word.

(Y/N) shook her head softly before falling back asleep with the hopes that she never saw the fucking thing again.

Dean was standing at the fridge pouring himself a glass of Benny’s famous sweet tea when he and Cas entered the house again.

“Clear?” Dean asked.

“Clear.” Cas nodded.

“Good. Clear inside as well. No weak spots. Benny, do me a favor… get this appraised.”

Dean reached out and handed him the ring.

“Someone in your life you forgot to mention?” Benny asked with an eyebrow raised.

Dean deadpanned over to him.

“It’s hers. She wants me to trash it, but she may need the cash if she has to start her life over. Do it quietly. I don’t want anyone to come looking. Ring like that will draw some attention, get it to a market dealer.”

“Yes sir, may take me a while to get it to the right person while the comms are off limits.”

“That’s fine. We’ve got time.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow, 11 sharp.”

Cas nodded him out as he sat across from Dean at the table.

“Benny says she’s a good one. Kind. Not too prissy.”

“We’ll see. Too early to tell.”

Cas grinned.

“What’s that look for?”

“You’re being judgey. You usually judge the ones you don’t want to like. You usually don’t want to like them, because you like them.”

“Shut up.” Dean rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, Cas. Something doesn’t add up here. How could she be so close and have no idea what was going on? Sam even said that she followed him to meetings with the boss. Had photos. Identified cartel members. There’s no way she didn’t put two and two together. She claims she thought he was cheating, but… I just don’t know. Sam swears she’s squeaky clean.”

“He’s usually right.”

“Yes. He’s usually right. But when Jess is involved, his judgement clouded.”

“Fair.” Cas nodded. “Did you dig?”

“Of course, I did.”

“And?”

“And I can’t find a damn thing…”

“Well, then maybe she’s clean. Did you try talking to her?”

“She’s defensive.”

“Well from what I heard they treated her like she was guilty from the moment they brought her in. Sam was the only one who even gave her the time of day.”

“Leave it to Sam.”

“How long did you sleep?”

“About 8 hours? We got in about 3 or so.”

“Go back to bed after you eat dinner… you’re cranky.” Cas smiled before walking towards the TV and digging through the movies. Dean shook his head and finished the pizza slices on his plate before heading Cas’s advice and walking back to his room to cash in a few more hours of sleep.

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The sound of birds crept through the window and woke (Y/N) from her sleep. She slept surprisingly well for someone who was uprooted from her life. She figured it was the exhaustion, but hoped that she continued to sleep well while here. She stretched and walked to bathroom to brush her teeth and clean up a little. When she exited her bedroom, she found Dean and another man both sitting at the kitchen table. The start of the sunrise peering through the kitchen window illuminated their faces with soft orange light.

“Morning.” She smiled as she walked towards them, slipping her hands into the jacket she had slid on.

“Good morning.” The man she didn’t recognize smiled to her widely. He had bright blue eyes and dark hair. He was almost boyish in his grin, but still held himself like a man would. The gun on his hip assured her that he must be Cas.

“Cas I’m guessing?”

“That would make you (Y/N)?”

“Yes sir.” She smiled as she reached the coffee pot, looking over towards him. “Refill?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Sure.” She said as she stepped over and topped him off.

“Dean?”

“No. Thanks.” He said without looking up from the stack of papers in front of him. (Y/N) tried not to take it personally and hoped he was just distracted, that it wasn’t a sign of how the rest of the day would proceed. She moved back to the counter and poured a cup for herself as she leaned against the counter.

“Okay. So now that you’re up we should go over the rules.” Dean said looking up to her finally.

“I thought we did that yesterday?”

“Yesterday was a quick briefing so that I could get some sleep, we need an in-depth discussion of how to keep everyone here alive and avoid any problems.”

(Y/N) looked between Cas and Dean nervously. Cas gave her an encouraging crooked grin.

“Okay.” She nodded walking towards them and taking a seat beside Cas at the table, Dean directly across from her. She cleared her throat nervously and tapped her thumbs against the warm cup.

“If you have questions, stop me.” Dean said looking her directly in the eye. Intimidation creeped up her spine, instead of risking the shake in her voice she simply nodded. “Okay. You are never to leave the house alone. You only go outside with me or one of the other officers. The only place you can be alone is in your room, which again. Windows are bolted shut and the glass is re-enforced. If you want privacy, that’s where you go. If you want space. That’s where you find it.”

He paused and looked up to her, she nodded again.

“There Is a list taped to the fridge. If you want something, anything at all you write it on there and one of the officers will get it if it is within reason. Medication shouldn’t be an issue; Sam will have that sent out to us.”

“Within reason?” (Y/N) Interrupted. “Who makes that determination?”

“I do.”

“Of course.”

“Problem with that?”

“No sir.”                          

Cas chuckled from beside her.

“What?” Dean asked him annoyed.

“Nothing.” He shrugged. “I like her.”

Dean glared at him and (Y/N) bit her lip. She liked him, too.

“If I say run, you run. If I say hide, you hide. If I say play along you play along with whatever the situation may be, think fast and be convincing. It is quite literally your life and mine on the line. We will have a safe word, that safe word will be “Thunderstruck”, got it?”

“Classic rock. Got it. I dig it.”

Dean nodded with appreciation and surprise.

“If any of the other officers ask you to do anything you are not comfortable with, seems unsafe, or goes against something I’ve said then you use the safe word in front of me and I’ll know to separate them from us as discreetly and quickly as possible.”

“Uhh…” (Y/N) looked between Cas and Dean nervously.

“I’m not worried about him. I can kill him I my sleep and he knows it.” Dean shrugged.

“I already owe him my life like six times over, so I kind of have to be loyal.” Cas agreed.

“Cas and Benny are safe?”

“Cas and Benny are safe, but even they may be leveraged against us. So again- if they do anything out of the ordinary then you use the safe word. Got it?”

“Thunderstruck.” (Y/N) nodded once again.

“Good girl.” Dean smirked and something within her stirred that she didn’t expect. Something she didn’t quite understand because she wasn’t sure she had ever felt it before… she tucked it away in the back of her mind for later.

“Anything else?” She asked.

“This is important, (Y/N). There is no phone. No internet. No communication whatsoever. If we go into town, you are not to use a payphone. You are not to contact friends or family under any circumstances. Stay away from cameras, stay away from public events or people taking selfies with their phones. You cannot be in the background. No matter what. If we ever separate, you are to call Sam or myself. No one else.”

Dean slid a card to you across the table.

“What if you don’t answer… what if. What if you’re hurt and Sam doesn’t answer?”

“We’ll answer.” Dean assured her without a single shred of doubt in his voice. “You hide and lay low until we find you. Protect yourself with anything you can get your hands on.”

“I-I can shoot. I mean it’s been a long time. But I have before.”

Dean looked up to her hesitantly, something in his eyes made her nervous.

“We’ll talk about it another time. Does everything make sense?”

“Yeah. Dean. It makes sense. Stay quiet. Follow directions. Write necessities on the list.”

(Y/N) sighed. Realizing this was going to be a long and difficult road, so she better find a way to make the best of it.

“Good” He nodded. “One last thing, you need a name. One that you can answer to, remember. Write… new identify incase we have to blend.”

“A new name?”

“Yes.”

For some reason this one hurt her. This one she couldn’t swallow. This one made her eyes sting and the room was silent as the two men watched her closely. Dean noted the change in her posture, the way she fixed her gaze on her lap and chewed on her lip.

“(Y/N)?” Cas prompted her softly.

“Yeah, uh.” She mumbled standing. “Can you just do me a favor and pick one?”

She didn’t look up to either of them, but kept her arms crossed tight and her head down.

“Sure.” Dean nodded, as she disappeared around the corner and the sound of her bedroom door closing brought his eyes up to meet Cas.

“You like her too.” Cas whispered.

“Shut up.”

 Authors Note:

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solangelo they both die at the end au

i had no idea how to write this so i’m going to post it here because i don’t think i’ll be able to finish it (it’s like not finished at all by the way) ((will also has a kid in this bc i love dad will))

Nico di Angelo got the call at 12:48 AM on June 12th. He didn't actually know he got it until 15 minutes later when his sister shook him awake with tears streaming down her face. Apparently he slept through the call and so they called back, again and again until he answered. He wasn’t surprised when he hung up on the overly joyful lady on the phone, he was more tired than anything.

He held Hazel close and comforted her through whatever grief she was feeling, he couldn't imagine what she’d be like when he was dead. About ten minutes of her crying later, she went limp against Nico’s chest, he sighed before laying her on the bed and going towards his desk with the intention of writing her a very long letter

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William Solace got the call at 2:24 AM on July 12th. He was immediately aware of the ringtone that was blasting from his phone and ran towards his desk, he was in the middle of a work shift after all. He answered “Hello, I’m calling from Death-Cast. I regret to inform you that sometime in the next twenty-four hours you’ll be meeting an untimely death.” Will held his hand to his mouth as he choked back a sob, he didn’t want to die. Especially not now. “On behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we are so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest, okay?” Will knew they weren’t sorry to lose him, they didn’t know anything about him, they didn't know he had a 5 year old he had to take care of because her mom had left him once she was born, they didn’t know he was a full time neurosurgeon who had patients he had to treat, they didnt know anything about him so how would they miss him.

“I will, thanks.” He said, his breath shaking. He removed the phone from his ear and hit the red button at the bottom. Then he called a different number. The phone ran a few times before the person on the other end finally picked up.

“Will? It’s 2 in the morning, what is it?” Kayla’s voice boomed in his ear.

“Hey, hey Kay um, can you watch Cora for today? I have some stuff I need to take care of and the daycare is closed.” He told his sister, his voice quivering slightly. She agreed and told him to drop her off whenever before hanging up the phone.

“William, when I said whenever I did not mean 3 in the morning.” Kayla scolded him when she answered the door. Will bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, careful not to wake up the sleeping child in his hands.

“you should’ve been more specific” Will shrugged before walking into the house and placing Cora on the couch. Kayla groaned before closing the door and following him.

“So what’s this important business that’s making you drop off your daughter at 3 am?” Kayla asked, sitting on the couch and looking up at him.

“I got the call.” Will told her, moving his eyes to look at the floor instead of Kayla. They were silent for a minute, before he heard Kayla get off the couch. He tried to look up but realized he didn’t have too when he saw Kayla wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Does anyone else know?” She whispered into his shirt, he returned the hug before sighing.

“No, I called you right after I got it.” He told her, looking down at the top of her head. She let go of him and backed up, her eyes were glossed over with tears.

#614 words #not edited #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #hazel levesque #kayla knowles #percy jackon and the olympians #fanfic #they both die at the end #tbdate au #original work #original character

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Chapter 48 - Sex should be fun and enjoyable and freeing, not another place in life with 10.000 rules and regulations.

Episode 1.

It was late afternoon as Sam woke up. He was laying in Adrian's bed, surprisingly next to a naked, sleeping Raven. He looked different as Sam observed him. Soft, almost innocent. He sighed soft and rubbed his eyes as glimpses of their nightly escapades rolled through his mind, they had ended up in a hard sweaty threesome, and eventually fallen asleep. It felt like he had only slept few hours, yet his body felt like melted butter, as if someone had massaged his muscles for 12 hours straight! He sighed soft and pulled the blanket up over Raven's hips, then slowly got out of bed, trying his best not to make a sound. He walked to Adrian's closet, grabbed a pair of boxers, pants and a hoodie, getting it all on before he quietly climbed down the ladder to the main house.

Andy: Hey

Sam: He froze, then turned in almost slow motion to see his dad on the couch, sipping a beer. He nodded awkwardly, quickly making his way to the kitchen, his heart pounding, trying his best to create some distance between the two of them

Andy: He chuckled hoarsely what's up with you today?

Sam: Nothing! he quickly grabbed the coffee, pouring himself some in a mug Where's Adrian?

Andy: He shrugged lightly You ask me? He wasn't here when I came home.

Sam: A worried frown crept over his face

Andy: Is something wrong? he frowned soft

Sam: No…. I don't know? he frowned deeper I hope not….

Andy: Uh, you don't sound that certain?

Sam: …. he sipped his coffee lightly

Andy: Sam… what did you do? he slowly got up from the couch

Sam: I didn't do anything he frowned soft

Raven: Suddenly walking in from the outhouse, butt naked and sleepy, dragging his feet towards the coffee maker

Andy: Looking at Raven, looking at Sam

Sam: Blushing bright red

Andy: Judging by your face you certainly did SOMeONe! he grinned cheekily

Sam: Dad! only blushing more

Raven: Slowly sipping his own coffee, but definitely holding back a smirk

Sam: Could you two try to just be adults about this? He sighed deep Adrian isn't here, there's no note, and now I'm worried maybe last night was too much for him after all he frowned soft and walked to the dining table, picking up his phone, then sighed relieved as he spotted Adrian come walking through the gate, heading through the garden in long steps

Raven: I'll be home if anyone needs me, I better check up on Evan and the baby he put his mug on the table then disappeared with a smirk

Andy: He chuckled hoarsely the sexual tensions

Sam: Dad, please he frowned soft and quickly opened the front door for Adrian

Adrian: Before you say anything, please let me speak clearly not seeing Andy because of the angle of the door I know we talked last night about not getting married, cause then others would line up too, and I'm not the marrying kind, but I took a walk and I've been thinking, between you finding Meena like that, now already being a dad to Sparrow, being pregnant with our kids, and the new hormones, a lot is changing already, and I'm scared of losing you in it all, so Sam he quickly got on one knee I don't have a ring, but-

Sam: He shook his head lightly Adrian, no

Adrian: I'll give you my whole heart if you want it

Sam: His eyes filling with tears please stop

Adrian: …. what?

Andy: No no by all means continue he walked by the two of them quick I'll give you some privacy!

Sam: He shook his head and quickly hurried after him Dad!

Adrian: Still on his knee ……………..

#unicorntales #Samuel Cullman Thompson #Sam #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #Adrian Blackwood