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bangtanoneshotsx · 3 years

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Rain-Jungkook

I don’t really know what this is tbh. I’m not really back but this was just written one night at 2am

Somehow you didn’t hear the rain pounding against your office window. So as you looked up from your phone, finally seeing the outside from the small lobby of the office building you worked at, you silently cursed.

“Looks like there’s going to be a storm Miss.” The security guard spoke from his post, the small wrinkles in the corner of his eyes deepened with the gentle smile. With a sigh, you nodded, thanking him. Your bus stop was only a few minutes away, but still, in weather like this, it would feel like miles.

If the security guard was right, and there would be a storm, you couldn’t really chance it and wait in the lobby until the rain stopped. With the older man’s predictions you could be waiting all night. With another grumble, you zipped up your black bag, pulling your camel coat tighter around you. It was your one jacket without a zip, just flimsy buttons that wouldn’t do much. With another moment to brace yourself, you wished the security guard a goodnight before heading out. Instantly, you were drenched, the heels of your boots splashing the puddles, bringing up small droplets to the back of your legs. In the distance you could see your bus stop and the small shelter it provided. With your head down, and against the wind, you made your way to the stop.

Finally, you made it to the glass shelter, though the rain still pounded on the roof above you. You winced as you moved your soaked hair, the drops sliding down your back. Landing on the small bench, you let your back fall against the glass wall, your top sticking to your skin.

“I hear there’s a storm.” A deep voice brought your head up. A man, equally drenched as you stood just under the bus shelter. You noticed he wore a white blouse, that had turned slightly see-through, his sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoo covered arm

“So I’ve heard. Start of the season I suppose.” You murmured, glancing at the electronic sign telling you how far away the next bus was. The man grinned, sitting next to you. With a groan, he stretched, his head hitting the glass behind him.

“Is this the point where we stop pretending we don’t know each other?” You gave a burst of laughter, rolling your eyes. With your head to the side, you noticed him looking at you.

“How was work Jungkook?” You finally asked. Jungkook gave a gentle sigh.

“Yoongi was stressed, the client wanted the next four songs at the end of the week.”

“What does that mean for you?” Jungkook’s neutral expression quickly turned into a proud grin.

“It means I get to help produce and edit the songs.”

“Jungkook that’s great!” Jungkook’s cheeks were tinted red, though you could still see the pride in his expression.

“You think so?”

“Of course! This is what you’ve been waiting for.” Jungkook hummed, the smile on his face content.

“What about you? How was your boss?” With a groan, you slumped. Jungkook sat quietly as words tumbled out of you, all the stress from that day leaving you.

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“I checked the weather. I swear it said sunny all day.” You could only laugh as Jungkook panicked, jumping to his feet as he tried to stuff everything into the picnic basket he had brought. It was your first date. Finally, after months of meeting at the bus stop Jungkook had plucked up the courage.

“Jungkook it’s okay! Don’t worry.” Jungkook’s eyebrows were furrowed, his shoulders tense as he panicked more. Bending down, you picked up the last few items, a couple of wine glasses, and a small plastic box that contained some homemade food that apparently his friend had made for him.

“The car’s too far!” You shouted over the rain and the howling wind that had just started. You could see Jungkook scan the park before he grabbed your wrist. With a shout to follow him, he pulled you under a big oak tree. Jungkook’s wide eyes were focused on you as he dropped the basket, the plates inside clinking as he did so.

“I can’t believed it rained.” You laughed, tilting your head up. The only sound you could hear for the next few minutes was the rain hitting the leaves of the tree, enclosing you in a mystical bubble. Jungkook hadn’t spoke, instead he just watched, his lips in a small, twitchy smile.

“You okay Jungkook?” You asked softly. You knew he could be a perfectionist sometimes. And you weren’t so sure if the sudden change in weather had ruined his plans. “Jungkook.” Without a word, Jungkook stepped forward, resting his right, tattooed hand on your cheek. You could feel your breath hitch in your throat, your heart pounding in your ears. With a slight moment of hesitance, almost nerves, Jungkook pressed his lips softly against yours. His confidence grew quickly as his hand on your waist tightened.

After a few seconds, he stepped back, his forehead resting against yours.

“I always found kissing in the rain romantic.” He spoke, almost breathless. A deep chuckle escaped him as you rolled your eyes, hitting him playfully.

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You held a flute of champagne in your right hand. A grin on your face as you spoke with his mother, and now since four hours ago, your mother-in-law. You wore a sparkling white dress, the thin spaghetti straps that held it up, digging slightly into your shoulders. He stood to the side, his six closest friends next to him. You could see his eyes crinkle as he gave a certain type of smile that told you he was embarrassed. Jin was laughing, his hand slapping Jungkook’s back. With your conversation with your mother-in-law falling to a natural ending, you took a sip of your champagne.

“I better go save him.” You joked, thanking your mother-in-law once more. As soon as you got within hearing distance of the group of men, Hoseok grinned, nodding at you.

“Y/N, you look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you.” Smiling, you felt Jungkook’s arm wrap around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you noticed the boys watching the two of you, pride in their eyes as they looked at their youngest. You knew at that moment they had realised how much he had grown up.

“So does anyone know what the weather is like in….” You trailed off, waiting for someone to fill in the blank. With a chuckle, Jungkook held you tighter, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

“Nice try. But even they don’t know.” Quickly, you tried to find any hint of deceit in their faces. Finding none, your eyebrows rose in shock.

“Really?” You exclaimed, a huff leaving you. Namjoon shook his head, an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry Y/N, he doesn’t trust us.” You sighed, defeated to the fact that you wouldn’t know where your honeymoon was until you were at the gate waiting to go on the plane. The honeymoon was the one thing Jungkook wanted to be in charge of, he wanted to keep it a surprise. Why, you had no idea. Before you could interrogate them anymore the DJ started to play a familiar tune. With his hand away from your waist and now held out to you, Jungkook grinned.

“May I have this dance?”

You were only a couple seconds into your first dance, your guests now surrounding you, the occasional click of a camera interrupting the soft beat. Although you had practically tuned everything else out, you still heard it. The first few raindrops were soft against the fabric of the marquee. Until suddenly, harsh raindrops fell, almost covering the song. You burst out with laughter, looking up to notice Jungkook was grinning.

“I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything else.” You grinned, your voice soft. Jungkook hummed, placing a quick peck on your lips as he brought you into a twirl.

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“Can you bring his jacket down too please!” You shouted up the stairs to Jungkook, who was currently on the search for his raincoat. With a shout to let you know he heard, you focused back on your son. He sat at the bottom of the staircase, his eyes wide and resembling Jungkook’s as he wore one red rain boot, his scarf and beanie already on. He was only four, but already he looked so much like Jungkook. He sat patiently as you helped him slip on the other boot.

“Is it red?” Jungkook shouted after a few minutes of silence. You winced as you could already imagine the mess he had created by pulling everything out of the closet.

“Yeah! It should be on the right side.” Softly you smiled at your son, fixing his scarf so it kept him warm.

“You know where your jacket is don’t you?” Your son nodded, agreeing with you. “Great, why don’t you go help your dad?” With a jump, your son raced up the stairs. You could tell when he found Jungkook, by your husband’s exclamation, his cheerful voice straining as he probably picked up your son. You took the few minutes of silence to get yourself ready. Slipping on your boots and your raincoat, you pulled up your hood just in time to see Jungkook holding your son’s hand as he jumped down each step. With the last one, you caught him as he jumped, bringing him onto your hip. He giggled as you tickled him, grinning.

“Did you show your dad where your jacket was? Did you go save the day?” Your son lit up with the mention of ‘saving the day’. He was currently into superheroes, so much that you were surprised that there wasn’t an argument about not wearing his cape outside.

“You ready?” It may seem like you were going on a big adventure, but really you were just going out into your driveway and garden. It was raining, and per tradition, you were getting ready to go out to jump in the puddles.

You swung open the front door to reveal the rain pounding the stone driveway, the front yard already becoming muddy and covered with puddles. With Jungkook’s permission, your son raced out, jumping as high as he could and landing in a puddle. The muddy water that had gathered covered his rain boots and splashed his jeans.

You yelped as Jungkook pulled you out of the house. With a flash, he pushed down your hood, grinning.

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed, though you were quickly cut off by his lips on yours.

Rain had somehow become a constant in your relationship with Jungkook. Something that often changed your plans. You weren’t sure how it happened. All you knew, as you jumped in the puddles, holding Jungkook’s hand tightly and watching your son play with your small white dog that had escaped outside, was that the rain created the best memories.

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 3 years

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Undercover - Chapter 3

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Few days later

I woke up at 5am with my alarm blaring. I turn it off covering my face with the pillow then taking a deep breath and standing up. Going to the kitchen I brew a pot while taking a shower.

Using my lavender shampoo and conditioner then washing them out. I look down and see Aarons body wash and I chose to use that instead.

When I finish my shower my coffee is ready and its 5:20am. While getting dressed my phone lights the room.

Aaron - Morning, when you come in today go straight to my office; I wanna ask you something

Y/N - Okay, I should be there in about half and hour

I grab my things and go to the parking lot; getting into my car and heading to work. It was a short drive occasionally getting some texts from Aaron.

Walking into the building I pass Reid, joining him in the elevator. "Morning", I could see him shuffling getting closer to the doors so he could leave.

"Morning", with that the doors opened and he rushed out going to his desk. I shrug off what's happening with him, putting my stuff at my desk then straight to Aarons office; I knock on the door.

"Come in", he still kind of had his morning voice. It was deep and gravely, "What's this about."

He leans back putting his pen on the desk, "Can you shut the door please." Shutting the door he resumes, "I wanted to ask you out on a date."

Oh I looked a little surprised, "That'd be nice." I take a seat in front of him, "Dinner?"

"I could eat", I flash him a smile; getting up over to his chair and sitting on his lap. His large hands automatically moving to my hips and ass.

I brought my hands to cup his face, "Good Morning."

My lips pressed to his, biting his bottom lip. Getting a groan from him he moved a hand into the waistband of my pants. My hands making its way into his hair and tugging.

I moved away before it got too heated, but the damage was done.

"Well hello", I could feel him underneath me; I grinned and shifted on his lap, "Fuck." He said through his teeth, "You love teasing me don't you."

I smiled and met his gaze. "It's what I'm best at luckily for you I'm willing to help with your- uh problem."

I palm him through his pants him groaning in my ear. I sank to my knees looking into his eyes; I undid his belt. He lifted his hips so I could pull him out.

Taking him out of his boxers, his cock smacking his stomach before going straight.

He was bigger than any of the men I've been with. I knew he was packing but damn, I thought to myself.

I pump him a few times before flatting a stripe from the base all the way up his shaft, running my tongue along his tip with small little circles.

"Little girl please", he groaned; I internally smiled to myself. I wrapped my mouth around him; hollowing my cheeks. Aaron laid his head on the back of his chair.

I relaxed as I pushed him all the way till he hit the back of my throat.

I pumped what I couldn't fit; His hand found it's way into my hair guiding my movements up and down. He hissed when my tongue flatted on the underside of his cock. Aaron bucked his hips forcing himself into me.

I quickened my pace, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen; tears springing from the corners of my eyes. He looked at me in awe never breaking eye contact.

"Baby I-", I could feel his dick twitch and I quickened my pace. I wanted to taste him, I hummed around him pushing him over the edge.

"Be a good girl", I swallowed every last drop. He cleaned up the sides of my mouth and put himself back into his pants.

I gave him a long kiss, walked to the door and unlocked it; walking down the ramp to my desk. Hotch sent me a text. He opened his blinds so I could see him.

Aaron- I'll pick you up at 7, and wear something fancy

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It was 6:00 and I still needed to get ready; I got side tracked from cleaning my apartment. I get undressed and took a shower washing everything and shaving everything. When I got out it was 6:20.

I curled my hair once it was dry; I throw on some black heels and a tight black dress with a slit going to my mid thigh. It was exactly 7pm when I heard a knock at my door.

I saw it was Aaron and I opened the door. He wore a black dress shirt that hugged his frame and black pants. Aaron eyed me up and down. "You look gorgeous', he wouldn't stop looking; it made my face red.

"And you sir are very handsome", he held out his arm and we walked to his car. I held on to his bicep; he went ahead and opened my side of the car. He got in and headed to the restaurant, his hand on my thigh the whole drive.

We arrive at a strip there are multiple things lighting the street. He opens my side holding out his hand. "Thank you", he walked us over to an Italian restaurant.

"Reservation for Hotchner", the women takes a second; "Ah here we are right this way." Our table is in the corner of the room so we can view everything.

I ordered the Chicken Marsala and Aaron ordered the Spaghetti Carbonara. I had 3 glasses of white wine and was tipsy. The conversation was light half taking about work the other half about our hobbies and other friends.

"Check please", Aaron held onto my hand on the table. "What are we doing now", I said excitedly. "I wanted to walk around for a bit", I gripped his hand; nodded and we left.

He took me to a park not too far from the restaurant; there were lights hanging in the trees and was well lit till we got to the water.

I heard the waves smacking against the rocks below us. There was a warm breeze; we began walking along the water.

This time I grabbed his hand; interlacing our fingers. "Y/n", I tilt my head looking to the side.

I hummed, he takes a deep breath. "On your first case when you were basically sleeping on me", I started to giggle.

"I saw that there were uh- scars running down you back", I tensed up an closed my eyes almost completely letting go of him but he held on.

I wanted to hide an lock myself away those were memories I didn't need to be reminded of but he wanted to know. "Y/n what happened." His voice was low and soft like he was trying not to scare me away.

I stopped in my tracks tugging on his hand to turn around, "My ex husband...he was great at first, after about a year he started to get aggressive.

Always snapping at me for no reason hitting me, one da-." I looked away avoiding his eyes trying to blink away the tears.

"One day I decided I had enough and tried to fight back then leave. He tied me to the bad post on my stomach while he dragged the knife across my back. He would take his time saying 'This is what you deserve'."

"He kept me there for a few days till he let me go and threated me. I got away but I don't know what happened to him after that." Aarons face was written with sadness traces of tears in his eyes.

I was still avoiding facing him but he grabbed my chin gently and making me look at him. There were tears streaming down my face, my make-up was smudging.

He moved his hand from my chin to my cheek cupping it. "I would never do that to you, understand."

He let out a sigh, "My god y/n." He held my waist pulling me towards him. I threw my arms around his neck standing on my toes, I put my head on his shoulder crying.

"Can you take me home", I said in a whisper. Aaron nodded, "Of course."

We walked to the car and then drove me home, I was holding his hand the whole drive. He walked me to my door, "Goodnight....just know you can always talk to me...okay?"

I gave him a weak smile, "Okay."

I opened the door and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight", and I shut it going straight to bed.

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2 weeks later

I wake up at 2am unable to go back to sleep. The thought of my ex running the blade on me makes me stiffen up and wanna break down.

I reach for my phone scrolling through my contacts.

My finger hovering over Hotchs determining if I really wanna bother him with this. I click his name; the phone ringing and he picks up.

"Hotchner", I smirk to myself; just hearing is voice relaxes me.

"Hey it's y/n", I hear him sit up waking up a bit more. "What is it?", I really don't wanna bother him.

"It uh- nevermind", he shuffles and I sit up. "No it's okay you can tell me"

"I'm just... having trouble sleeping."

"Can you maybe come over, you don't have too If-", he cuts me off.

"It's not a problem I'll be there." We both hang up; I get up waiting for him.

Someone knocking on my door; I open it, "Hey." I said sounding small still feeling like a burden.

He had a bag on his shoulder and he drops it on the couch. Hotch tugs my hand to sit on the stool, "How are you really", I honestly didn't know how to answer that.

I've been having some trouble sleeping. I've noticed that I'm drinking a little more than I usually do.

"I'm not sure, but I've been having trouble sleeping, been drinking a little more. My ex is basically haunting my dreams right now. I don't remember the last time I had a good nights sleep by myself."

Aaron looking at me genially listening to what I have to say, like he actually cares.

He grabs my hand and I continue. "The only time I'm actually okay is... with you."

He brings me towards him kissing my temple, "I think you're the first person to say that an mean it." I push him back a little bit, "Come on I'm being serious." He chuckles and I pout a bit.

We sit there for another half an hour mainly talking about my problems.

I end the conversation grabbing his hand an pulling him to the bedroom. I get under the covers and he lays next to me.

My back against his torso; his hand tracing my spine. Placing kissing up and down my jaw an neck.

He sucks gently leaving behind light purple marks. I moan but I cut him off flipping to face him.

"Now now we'll have time for that tomorrow, but right now I just wanna sleep." Pouting a bit, but he understands.

He lays on his back, my face on his chest I trace the scars on his stomach.

Tangling our legs together I find his hand lacing our fingers. His deep breaths on the top of my head relaxes me, "Goodnight little girl."

Aaron POV

I wake up in her arms, the sun peaking through the curtains illuminating her face.

She’s gorgeous, I whisper into her ear, "I'll always be here. I'll never hurt you." She shifted and moved her hand to my side.

We hadn't discussed what this was but I already knew what I wanted; I said to her, "I want you to be mine and I wanna be yours." She lifted her head and looked at me.

"Really?", want and need flashed through her eyes. "Really", I said in a reassuring tone. She cupped my face and crashed her lips with mine.

I pulled away looking her in her eyes, "Now now we'll have time for that later." I got up and headed to the shower. Getting back at her for saying that to me last night.

I walked away with a huge ass smile.

Leaving her on the bed in a shock. I stepped into the shower letting the hot water run down my body.

Y/n POV

He wanted me; he just left me hanging. He's not getting away that easy. I opened the shower curtains and stepped in after him.

Wrapping my arms around his waist running my hands down his stomach and to his shaft.

His breath hitches and he started to harden. He turned around; not a second goes by and his lips smashing into mine.

His tongue swipes along my bottom lip. I let his in and he bites my lip, I groan into the kiss.

I go to move my hands along his cock but he slams me on the tile wall pinning my hands above my head; the water running down his body. Droplets of water dripping of his hair on to my skin.

My back arching from the cold surface, "I do the touching, understand." I didn't know what to say.

I whimpered and he jolted onto me; in a stern voice he said, "Come on little girl use your words."

I kiss him biting on his lip almost drawing blood; I pull away and stare into his eyes, "I understand."

"Good girl", he dragged his movements bringing his hand to my inner thigh and grabbing.

I suppress my moan just begging for him to finally touch me. He got closer an closer to where I needed, teasing me but never giving me release.

"Please", I whimpered. His mouth got close to my ear, "Okay baby." His fingers finally doing circles on my clit as he nibbled on my ear lobe.

I moved me hips to gain some extra friction.

"Baby", I cried out. "I want you jus-", he slipped a finger into my wet pussy thrusting in and out hitting my g-spot.

He inserted a third finger; combined with his thumb rubbing it was beginning to be too much. Just as I was about to tip over the edge he stopped.

He pulled out his finger and I cried out, "Why'd you stop." With out warning he slammed his cock into me not letting me adjust to his size.

He brought his hand to my throat lightly choking me. Pounding into me still holding me into place, he pressed harder around my neck.

I put my leg up on the side of the tub. Fucking me from a new angle I pull him into another kiss. His mouth muffling my moans.

He signals me upwards and I wrap my legs around his waist.

I throw my head back in euphoria as I get closer to my high. Aaron thrust start to falter, I can feel him pulsating; he's close too.

I clench around him and he releases a loud moan. He hisses through his teeth, "Fu- baby just like that."

"Aaron", I moan out breathlessly as my high washes over me. He slows his movements riding it out; making me feel every inch.

He resumes his pace pounding into me when I pull his hair leaning his head to the side; I nip, kiss, and suck on his neck leaving my mark on him.

He moaned loudly into my ear taking both of my hands and pinning them back over my head. His thrust became sloppy and he twitched inside me.

He pressed his forehead to mine and gave me a long kiss as he pulled out. I winced and he pulling me into the water putting shampoo into my hair, "You did so good baby." Massaging my scalp while placing kisses on my shoulder.

Rinsing it out and washing my body I do the same for him. We step out of the shower and get dressed.

"Did you wanna get some breakfast." While getting dressed, "Yeah that's good, maybe we can invite the team too. Honestly I haven't really talked to them all that much this week."

"I'll call them", I smile and we go get breakfast. "Oh and I wanted to talk to you about Reid."

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clumsyclifford · 4 years

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i'll ask u so much u'll regret reblogging that ask game: 2, 3, 4 for neon weekend, 8 for brazil fic (ABSOLUTELY use this as an excuse to talk about brazil...), 3 and 13 for baby driver, and 2 and 8 for accapella au xoxo, arbor day/iba/muke whoever the fuck I am

oh my god okay this got lengthy so im putting a cut but just know that i honestly love you for this

also:

ask me about any of my fics!!

more than just a neon weekend

2: What scene did you first put down? the very first one!! weirdly enough i wrote the first scene first but then almost the whole rest of the fic was written out of order which i really don’t make a habit of doing so if its choppy thatll be the reason why

3: What’s your favorite line of narration? everyone basically mentioned this line in comments n stuff about the fic which i was really chuffed about because i actually put Thought into it but anyway:

He’s tempted to say something, weighed too heavily down by the silence in the room, the glare of the strip lights around the walls of this hotel, too. But there’s nothing Luke could possibly say that wouldn’t ruin this; even goodnight feels out of place. So he breathes out, exhaling the last of the strain from his chest, and shifts Calum closer to him. They fall asleep like that, exceedingly warm, deceptively well-matched, puzzle pieces stolen from different puzzles.

before u even get to the puzzle pieces line you have the part about how there’s nothing luke could say that wouldnt ruin it, not even goodnight, and i really like that too, but then u get to this metaphor that i honestly think i was possessed when i wrote it because it really is exactly the feeling i wanted to create? things that do fit together but for all intents and purposes shouldn’t fit together. very proud of that one im not going to lie. im also gonna toss in this one:

"I slept with someone I shouldn't have," he admits, pink-cheeked just thinking about it. Ashton either isn't surprised or does a good job hiding it; Luke thinks maybe he should be offended by that.

cos of luke being like well i slept w someone i shouldnt have and ashton having ZERO reaction and luke being like......you could at least PRETEND to be surprised GKJDFKGJDSF ALSOOOOO oh god im really proud of a lot of lines in this arent i well these two are from the same scene so im putting them together as one

Calum breathes out, exhaling the smoke into the air, and Luke wonders how he became the kind of person who romanticized smoking, even though he knows the answer is standing just before him, slumped against the brick.

[...] Luke wonders if he’d breathe easier filling his lungs with smoke; surely even that must be better than filling them with nothing at all.

really not a fan of smoking and dont like when it gets super romanticized in stories but the truth is that when u fancy someone ur gonna romanticize what they do but i still felt like i needed to acknowledge that its not the kind of thing i normally WOULD romanticize so put luke’s lil comment there as a disclaimer of sorts

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? aha i actually have an answer!

Luke’s nerves are all on fire; he tilts his head back against the wall, baring his throat, and Calum leans in and whispers, “It’s just sex, Luke. Means nothing to me if it’s nothing to you.”

gets repeated a lot of times throughout the fic because i dont really know why tbh i just like how its constructed and........yeah

brazil fic

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? WELL!! real EVENTS? yes actually the world cup of 2014 inspired it in part even though lets not tell tales here most of the inspiration was me going god im dying to write a fic about brazil how can i justify this. once i figure out how to justify writing a jewish fic its over for you bitches ANYWAY. the events in the fic itself arent really inspired by events in my life since as previously mentioned Nothing Ever Happens To Me but. there are THINGS in the fics taken from my life. for example like i said the grocery store, Zona Sul, is the grocery store my family went to. and the pizza place they go to, Vezpa? BEST pizza ever been there so many times. also i did mention this already as well but the line about the sunset melting into all these different colors is straight from my memory of watching the sunset one time. and obviously every single word in portuguese.....banheiro was one of the first ones i knew (obviously, crucial word). i liked having calum (who’d been to brazil before) and ashton (who was very enthusiastic abt it) in the fics to use as kind of vehicles for my own like.....LOOK WHAT I KNOW ABOUT BRAZIL compulsion like for example when calum points out dois irmãos i was like theres no reason michael would know that but i know that and i want to share it. sugarloaf, for the record, is called pão de açucár (literally means sugarloaf) but i felt like having calum know that was maybe overkill lol. also fun fact when i lived there i lived right next to the smaller mountain of dois irmãos we had a lovely view SO yeah you got me rambling about brazil i dont even know if i answered the question lets move on

baby driver fic

3: What’s your favorite line of narration? okay im just scrollin thru the fic so ill probably stumble across a couple others but this is one of my absolute favorites

“Am I living it right?” Calum asks, in time with John Mayer, although he knows he isn’t.

cant really explain why i just really really love how it ties the music calum listens to with his place in the world and how his music really reflects his thoughts and moods and is like such a lens through which he views the world

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading? WHAT A QUESTION well interestingly enough i dont typically listen to music while writing fic but i did a lot of musical research for this one so i could get a vast enough array of songs meaning i was listening to a lot of music while writing but what should READERS listen to?? well i am SO glad you asked iba because the answer is this handy playlist i made with all of the songs that get referenced in the fic!!! i have to say even separate from the fic itself this playlist is fucking GOOD like the range......the emotion.........yeah if u listen in order u may ascend fair warning

acappella au fic

2: What scene did you first put down? the first one, probably. first fic i ever wrote for the fandom!! but it was some time ago and i honestly don’t like, Remember, but i typically write in chronological order so i assume i just started from the beginning

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? oh my god SO many. the entire first bass acappella group is HEAVILY based on the all-male acappella group at my school. the songs they say they perform are stolen from that group. ALSO, in MY acappella group i sing bass (mine’s all-female so u know), so all of those references are from me. the pizza place that’s open til 2am? straight from my campus. the acappella showcase at the very beginning, up to and including calum’s reaction to it, are all straight from my life. the chaotic group chat is largely inspired by the one my acappella group has together w the all-male group. the performance in the student center. literally the scene where calum gets drunk and then has to go sit outside on the front stoop even though it’s drizzling? direct from my first experience drinking. and the scene with michael walking calum home and then they kiss and then it’s really awkward?? took it from something that happened to my friend. that entire fic is just things from my life. it is embarrassingly projected

#side note dyou know how many times. ive reread neon weekend #SINCE I POSTED IT #so many dude literally sooo many #anonymous #ask #answered #acappella fic is just an autobiography if you read it right #afkljfshkmlkjgskmxkjv #thank u iba........i owe u everything #arbor day anon

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writingwithadinosaur · 7 years

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“Fireproof” - Part 3

( Part 1 / Part 2 )

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Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Word Count: 1,700

Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Minor Injury. I think that’s all. If I miss anything, please let me know!

Summary: After a genetic mutation showed itself about 5 years ago, you became a Kingsman and worked alongside some of the best agents: Your father, Merlin, Roxy, and Eggsy. When you are assigned a mission with Eggsy, things flare up.

Author’s Note: So this is my first Kingsman fic. I had this idea at 2AM when I was working on packing up my stuff for moving. I know it’s a bit out there, but I hope you give it a chance.

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It had started with a few light whimpers that Eggsy could barely hear through the doors, but it progressed quickly into crying and screaming. At that point, he grabbed a water bottle that he had nearby for this situation, and barged into your room to help.

When he came in, he saw you curled into a ball, crying and repeating the words “I’m so sorry.” Your once (Y/H/C) locks were now covered in flames that licked and snapped in the air around you. He dropped the water bottle near his feet and he knelt on the edge of your bed. His first task was to get you uncurled and try to get you to wake up.

Getting you to lay out was surprisingly easier than he anticipated. He grabbed your biceps and tried to lightly shake you, hoping that that would be all it took. Merlin was true to his word when he said that your flames wouldn’t hurt anyone but yourself in this type of scenario. The flames would brush against his hands on your arm and he wouldn’t feel anything. But there was no time to dwell on that right now; he needed you to wake up and get you out of whatever hellscape you were painting in your head.

He tightened his grip on your arm and shook you a bit harder.

“(Y/N/N)! Please wake up, sweetheart!”

Eggsy was watching your face with such worry. He knew you were strong, so seeing you crying and looking so broken made his heart ache. It only took another good shake for your eyes to shoot open. Eggsy took his hands off and backed away when he felt a little bit of heat by his leg. Looking back at you, there were two flames taking up your hands.

You shot up and brought your hands to your chest, hunching down over them, trying to smush them out. It worked, but because of your panicked mindset, you weren’t thinking about protecting yourself. So you ended up burning yourself right underneath your collar bone. You let out a painful cry. As you did, your hair slowly faded back to its original (Y/H/C) color, and Eggsy took a step closer.

“No! Stop! I don’t want to hurt you!” You looked at him with blurry eyes and a few tears racing down your cheeks. Eggsy held up his hands and took one more step towards you as he spoke.

“You’re not going to hurt me, luv.” He took another step, but then knelt down to grab the water bottle near your bed. Getting back up slowly, he held it in his hand and waited for you to calm down enough to let him closer.

“Focus on breathin’ first, alright (Y/N/N)?” You nod in response.

You take a minute to stop hyperventilating. Thank god for Roxy’s tips that she engrained in your head a few months ago. Once you start breathing a bit better, you swing your legs over the side of your bed and sit there with your head in your hands. Eggsy knew that you were okay enough for him to get closer now, so he slowly sat next to you on your bed, trying not to startle you. He then took the water bottle he had brought and undid the top. He put a soft hand on your back and rubbed a few small circles.

“That’s it. Good girl, (Y/N/N).” He kept rubbing your back gently until you told him otherwise. As he was doing that, you spoke.

“I’m sorry, Eggsy. You shouldn’t have had to--” your voice was just a tad raspy from the screaming and crying of your nightmare.

“No. Do not start that shit. You have nothin’ to apologize for. Merlin told me what to do if somethin’ like this happened while he was gone. And I care about you too much to just sit by if this stuff is happenin’. Now, drink some of this while I go get a first aid kit for those burns, yeah?”

You just sat there and nodded. Taking the bottle from Eggsy, your hands were shaking, making it difficult to hold it up to your mouth. But you did and ended up drinking about half of the bottle by the time Eggsy came back with the medical kit. He sat down on your bed again and turned to face you as he opened the kit and got the supplies he would need out of there: a type of ointment and some bandage dressings. You slowly put one of your legs up on the bed and turned to face him. Knowing where your new burns were, you had to take off your top for him to have easy access to them. Thank god you were wearing a sports bra to bed.

As Eggsy took care of the two fist sized burns on your chest, he broke the silence.

“How long have you had this ability with fire?” You honestly had to think about that one. These past years with Kingsman have all kind of blurred together.

“About 5 years. Happened and then I joined Kingsman.” You paused, debating on telling this next part to Eggsy or not. He knew so much about you, and you trusted him; why hold back? “I almost left about 3 years ago.”

“To where?” Eggsy was thankful you didn’t leave, but he couldn’t help but be curious. You leaned over and grabbed a folder that was in your dresser drawer and handing it to him. He looked at you confused and then opened it.

“Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters? Isn’t that where--” You interrupted him before he could start going on about the X-Men.

You met with them as soon as Charles Xavier found you through cerebro and came across the pond to talk to you and your father. You didn’t feel comfortable leaving and moving to the United States by yourself without getting a tighter grip on your mutation or “gift” as Charles has said.

“Are you takin’ a fuckin’ piss?! What made you say no to them?” Eggsy was invested in this conversation, but also went back to finishing up your bandages.

“I still wasn’t doing that great in the mental health department, and knew that if I moved to a different continent away from my family, it would have gone tits up real quick, even with whatever other mutants they have there.” Eggsy secured the last bandage and held one of your hands while flipping through some of the information in the folder.

“Are you still thinkin’ about goin’ there?” He quickly realized that he may have sounded like he wanted you to leave. “Not that I want you to go. It’s just that lookin’ through these papers, I can see how much this could help you. Just learnin’ about that life and knowin’ that you’re not alone, not to mention the possibilities for learning how to control your powers. It could be life changing, (Y/N/N).”

You just looked down at your hand in his, he was watching you to make sure he hadn’t said anything to upset you. You just chuckled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about givin’ Charles a call a couple of times. But then I think about my dad. He would be on edge and probably more of a dickhead to you all if I added that stress on him right now. And I don’t think I’m ready for that big of a move. Plus, what would you do without me?” You gave him a small but true smile, which he gladly returned with that smile of his that made your heart flutter.

“I haven’t got a clue what I would do without your beautiful smile in my life, luv.” You couldn’t help the blush that crept up on your cheeks. There is a bit of a silence while you take another sip of water. Eggsy pats your hand and then releases it, kissing the top of your head as he starts to get up.

“It’s late, (Y/N/N). We should be gettin’ some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning before we--” He stood up, but then you grabbed his hand again, not letting him go any further.

“Can you… Um… Can you stay?” He looked at you with a bit of surprise written on his face. “I mean- You don’t have to. I was just wondering cause I don’t want to have this happen again and wake you up and have you do this all over--” He sat down again and shushed you.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, sweetheart, I’ll stay.” You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and look down shyly. He leans forward and kisses your head again before standing up.

“I don’t know which side you like. So you tell me where to go, yeah?” You nod and then begin getting back under the comforter.

You shimmy onto your usual side of the bed and you felt the mattress dip as Eggsy took the unoccupied space next to you. You laid on your side and Eggsy naturally draped an arm around your middle. As soon as he did, he lifted it up a bit and leaned towards you.

“Is this alright?” You smiled at his tenderness and noded. He then puts his arm back there put doesn’t force you to move closer to him or anything. You actually lean back into him a bit, trying to get him to realize that you actually wanted to be close to him. He got the hint and pulled you closer to him, your back against his comfortably warm chest.You could get lost in this feeling forever. Being this close to him and seeing him really care about you made your love for him grow even though you thought that wasn’t possible.

“Goodnight, Eggsy.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” You could feel him lightly chuckle before responding.

You let out a contented sigh, feeling yourself drifting off to sleep. Before you do fall asleep, you feel Eggsy place a kiss on the back of your head. He must have felt your breathing even out and thought that you were asleep and therefore unable to hear him because what you heard next made your heart swell.

“I promise I will always be there to help you whenever you need me, sweetheart. I love you, (Y/N/N).”

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jugheadslut-blog · 7 years

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the serpents come out at night - Jughead Jones

requested: “Jughead smut about the jacket? Like the reader is really mad he took it but he looks really hot and sin happens? Plz I’m a ho sorry”

GOD I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR AN EXCUSE TO DO THIS AND HERE IT IS

warning(s): SMUT, slight alcohol use

fuck here we go

The night is cold, tranquil. In FP Jones’ trailer the moonlight gives off a blue glare through the shutters on the windows, and the cans of Bud Lite that were previously gulped down with ease are now laying on the carpeted floor, slightly crushed.

You’re pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped against Jughead’s waist - your lips furiously moving against his in a rushed motion as he takes your shirt off effortlessly, your hands latching onto his clothing and doing the same.

And then he’s pouncing onto you again - his name written against your breaths of desperation for him to just do something already. He grabs your waist and kisses down your neck, nipping softly, before there’s a knock at the door.

“Oh my god -” You gasp out, Jughead losing his confidence in the spur of the moment, his head whipping around to look at the door.

“Is that your mom..?” He asks quietly, setting you down on the kitchen counter, pulling his shirt on, not bothering to fix his hair when he walked to the door.

You didn’t bother replying, you just followed him close behind.

Jughead was conversing with the Southside Serpents, from what you could tell - something about FP not snitching and how they would always have his back.

And then you saw the jacket.

That god damned jacket - the Snake embroidered leather jacket that symbolized all that was the antichrist of Riverdale. It shocked you, for a small moment.

But what really got to you was when he put it on.

Your boyfriend, Forsythe Pendleton Jughead Jones III, innocent, weird writer kid, with sex hair and a little smirk on his face, puts it on.

And you fucking die, you swear.

You widen your eyes and feel your heart tense up, your hand grabbing onto his arm, which is now guarded by his new article of clothing. “Juggie..?”

He thanks the Serpents and waves to them before closing the door behind him, walking back inside, an aura of badassery clinging to him. It was a new vibe, and strangely, you liked it.

“Jug -”

He didn’t even let you speak before you were hurled up into his arms and making out with him again, right back where you started. His hands decide to travel more, unzipping your shorts and shoving them down.

You whine and pull back, his lips all smudged from your lipstick, and you swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t hesitate to get to the point. He runs his fingers over your heat slowly and pulls them back, grinning and biting his lip.

“Naughty girl..” He mutters to himself and picks you up again, running to the small bedroom in the given space of the trailer, tossing you onto the unmade bed. “I want your underwear off.”

You immediately obey him, taking your lacy thong off, sliding it down your legs teasingly.

He leans down and kisses at your v line, leaving tiny hickies along his way to your cunt, pinning your hips to the bed so you couldn’t move away when he licked a stripe up.

You gasped and curled your toes, looking down at your beautiful boyfriend. “Jug -!”

He moaned, raspily, and began to eat you out, using every skill known to man with his tongue, and his lips, sucking on your clit as well. He’s so good at it and you don’t know if this is his first time or not, but fuck, does he know how to go down on you.

You have no idea where this boost of confidence came from, but you are not complaining in any way. Jughead is taking his time and going hard, looking up at you with lust the entire time, his eyes seducing you to the point of insanity.

You whimper underneath him, your body writhing on the bed in attempt to buck up and have some sort of liberation, your hand fisting in his somewhat nappy brown locks, back arching.

“Juggie, oh my god - yes..”

“Mhm?” He moans against you, and just as you’re about to come he pulls away, his lips wet and red. “Was that good, baby?”

“Wh - no! Go back!”

“I don’t think you call the shots, (Y/N)..” He purrs, kissing at your neck again, rubbing you slowly, one of his long, amazing fingers slipping into you. “God, how is it that you’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you?”

You sobbed and held onto him tight, rolling your hips against him and sucking on his collarbone, making sure he fucking felt that. “Take your shirt off, and the jacket - please..”

(there’s about to be some serious sin here folks prepare yourselves)

In almost an instant, his jacket and his shirt come off, as well as his socks and jeans, and he’s left in nothing but his tented boxers.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do..” He mutters, his lips pressed against your ear, “I’m gonna let you go, and you’re gonna make me feel good. Got that?”

You obey him when he let go of you, and start palming him through his boxers, squeaking quietly when you felt him twitch underneath his hand. “Jug..”

“Keep goin’.”

You nod, gulping and slowly taking his boxers down, your breath catching in your throat when you see him fully. But you still wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly at first - speeding up when Jughead moans at you to continue.

“That’s a good girl..” He rasps. “Suck me off.”

God, this was it.

You wrapped your lips around him and sucked slowly, teasing him, moving all the way down to his base, cupping his hip. He threw his head back and pushed himself into your mouth even more, panting. “God, (Y/N).. that mouth is astonishing.”

You groan around him and look up, using your tongue to brush the underside of his cock, his breath hitching.

It’s been a few minutes of you giving him head, and it’s tense - and hot. Jughead is moaning and gripping your hair and pushing you down further onto him, so close.

“H - Haah.. god, I’m close, baby, come on..”

His encouraging words made you speed up, and you pulled back, stroking him as fast as you possibly could. “Come on, Juggie, come on..”

“Open your fuckin’ mouth.”

You obeyed him again, sticking your tongue out while you opened.

Jughead felt a rush of excitement pulse through his veins as he reached his release, letting a low cry out as he came into your mouth, his back arching. “Fuuuck..”

You swallowed so the horrible taste wasn’t in your mouth anymore, panting when you were finished. “Thank you, Forsythe..”

“Mhm.” He grunts, laying down and pulling you next to him, “You’re welcome.”

“Jug?”

“Mm?”

“I - I didn’t come, yet..”

“And?”

“C - Can I?”

Jughead though for a moment. “No.”

“Why not?!”

“Tomorrow, my love, I will wake you up with a surprise.”

“..Fine.”

“Now, enough talking, go to sleep.”

You cuddled closer into him and nuzzled his neck, appreciating the warmth of his body. “Okay, goodnight, baby.”

“Night, babe.”

that was it! it was alright but i was up at like 2am writing this so i mean

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