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Pyramid Scheme scammer ends up paying in the end!

(very long story)

About 6 or 7 years ago, I was trying to enlist into the military. I ended up not joining but that’s a story for another time. At this point, I was led to believe I was about 4 months away from leaving for Boot camp. I was running out of savings, and needing a part time job for some spending cash while I waited around.

So I did what any enterprising 20something would do, and searched craigslist for jobs. I normally hate sales jobs, especially those based on commissions, but figured it would be a great way to earn some extra cash short term. Found a few job listings that looked promising, and put out some applications. A few days later I received a call from David. He was opening up a new store and needed associates. He liked my resume and asked if I’d be available for an interview on Friday morning. I was very up front with him, and let him know that the distance was a bit more than I’d normally drive for a retail job, and asked what he was offering for an hourly rate, to see if it was worth the drive. He told me that they were planning on offering an hourly rate in the mid teens, along with commission. Seemed like an ok deal, so I agreed to be there Friday at 8am.

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Entanglement: (m) Namjin x Reader

Word count: 5.4k

Genre/warnings: Polyamory, smut, dirty talk

This isn’t very long because I wanted the second part to go into more detail and whatnot but enjoy :)

Parts: one | two 

Originally posted by yngissi

It was quite an interesting life you led. You were dating Kim Namjoon, a young successful writer who had his own publishing company. He was dashing and smart who treated you like a queen. People knew you had met him from your current boss Kim Seokjin. He was handsome and sexy, kind of an asshole but for some reason that worked for him. They had met in college, hating each other, competing against each other for grades, girlfriends, money, anything with an eyesight of each other. That was until one day they were assigned to be partners for a project in class. They had fought against it but surprisingly to them, they ended up liking each other. So much so that they ended up in bed together even more than that, they’ve been dating since.

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Bad Intentions (M)

Originally posted by bb-marklee

Part 1 of 2

Rated (M) for mature content, sexual scenes

Vampire Taeyong x Vampire Reader

Genre: college au, jealous vampire Taeyong, smut (in part 2)

Length: 5.6k

Summary: Jung Jaehyun was the epitome of everything you wanted… or so you thought

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Worth The Wait- Stuart Twombly

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Stuart x Reader

Words- 6,249 (uhhhhh)

Warnings- mentions of sexual assault (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED), smut, fluff, swearing, idk of anything else

AN: I stated this months ago but decided to finish it and post it for Stu week! I really hope y’all enjoy this because i’m super proud of it!

Also, thanks to @dylan-trash-tbh for proofreading this for me. I love you, Bee!!!! <3 And also a big thanks to @thelittlestkitsune for keeping me motivated and believing me!!!!! ;P

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

It was a Thursday night in the middle of August. The weather outside was rainy and cold and I could hear the sound of the wind rustling against the windows. I was sat alone in the library of my university, the only other person here being the little old librarian. She reminded me of my grandma: sweet and funny, and she always smelled like cinnamon. She also told the best stories, her stories.

I got up to put the book that I had just finished in the drop box.

“Finished already sweetheart? Didn’t you just start reading that about two hours ago?” I heard her sweet voice speak up.

I chuckled lightly, “I am. But you know me, I love to read.” I spoke softly. It was true though, the minute I open a book, I get lost in the beautiful words that litter the tattered pages.

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regrets pt.1 | namjoon

Originally posted by wrapmunster

Pairing: Namjoon + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Part 1 ?

Author’s Note Instead of ex-married, I made them just ex-boyfriend and girlfriend..hope that’s okay :)

Reader’s POV

Twirling your pencil in one hand while you continued to stare at your blank notebook, you sighed in frustration at the lack of ideas that were coming to you that night.

It had been almost a week since you had gotten an appointment booked for a wedding after such a long time, making you a bundle of nerves and excitement all in one.

Being a wedding planner, as silly as it sounds, was your dream job as a kid. With your own parents who divorced when you were just 3, you never grew up in a typical household, with your mom always too busy for you and your younger brother.

But through all that, you always seemed to love weddings. The love, the excitement, the dynamic environment, everything seemed so new and fresh to you, making you immediately want to be a part of it all.

Since you were younger, you were always good at planning, organizing and multi-tasking, as you often did by juggling school, jobs, and taking care of your brother. Becoming a wedding planner almost seemed like fate for you, as you couldn’t think of any other job that made you as happy as your customers were on their wedding night.

But then here you were, 1 am in the morning, struggling to come up with just the simple ideas for your appointment tomorrow at 10 am. With just 9 hours left, you felt all your hopes draining, while your eyes wouldn’t stop from closing.

“I’ll figure it it tomorrow..” you yawned, as you crawled into the warmth of your bed.

Finally giving up, you decided to just leave it to chance and deal with it at the your appointment tomorrow morning.

“Jin oppa!” you yelled, as you ran around the office like crazy, trying to organize your stuff for the appointment which was now in less than 15 minutes.

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This is something silly I wrote over the weekend on my phone for @goodqueenalys and my own jollies. She insisted I should share it. It’s a sort of followup to THIS beard-related phonefic. (Apparently, this is a thing I do now). 


Jon has just dismounted his horse when the cry carries across the courtyard. He watches as Aemon barrels down the steps two at a time, sprinting toward him, before colliding bodily into his father.

“We missed you,” Aemon murmurs against the wool of his father’s doublet, where his face is pressed, skinny arms banded tight around Jon’s middle.

“I’ve missed you too.” Jon returns his son’s fierce embrace, one hand affectionately tousling the boy’s head of dark curls. Aemon’s grown taller again, Jon’s sure of it. The realization leaves an aching in Jon’s chest. He will tell Dany next time three moons is far too long to be away from home.

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and I loved

“Okay! You can stop arguing with me now!” a male voice hollered from outside of the small house John lived in. He lifted himself out of the chair and walked to the window. He noticed a girl, she looked to be in her early twenties, stomping away and into the house next door. The man had walked away, John guessed it was to the bar that was down the street.

John sighed and grabbed a cup before pouring tea in it. He unlocked his door and walked to the house beside his small house. He knocked on the door, he heard rustling inside before the girl yelled.

“I told you! I am not giving up writing, if that’s such a big deal then you can leave!” she shouted, John was taken aback. It’s the 1700’s and she doesn’t keep her mouth close. That’s hot. He thought.

He opened his mouth while debating on saying anything. “I’m not the other guy, I’m your neighbor.” He told her, he heard shuffling and the sounding of footsteps before the door creaked open. She peeked outside and looked at him, “He’s not here?” she asked, he looked around before shaking his head, “He isn’t here.” He replied, she opened the door the rest of the way and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the room. His eyes moved around the room before he noticed the way paper littered the living room area.

“Why was he yelling at you?” John questioned, she looked at him and laughed softly, “I want to be a writer, he said that I shouldn’t because I’m a lady.” You pointed to the dress that hugged your torso. He shrugged, “Well, why should it matter if you’re a lady or not? It’s just a past time.” Her eyes had a glint of hope when John looked in them, “That’s what I’ve been saying!” she shrieked and walked to sit on the chair at the messy desk. “But he doesn’t let up, I am a lady and a lady shouldn’t do what men do.” She smiled, “I should clean and cook and wait on my children’s and husband hand and foot,” she laughed which made John’s lips turn up into a small smile.

“I know some people who actually write.” John said as he sipped the tea, “You do?” she asked, he nodded and she smiled and rose from the seat. “Tell me who he is!” she squealed and ran up to him, “His name’s Alexander, Alexander Hamilton.” John told her, her face fell for a moment before she smiled widely. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked and grabbed his hand that wasn’t holding the tea.

“No I am not, he’s actually my best friend.” John told her, her eyes lit up. “Oh my God! Tell me everything!” she squealed and led him to the couch. Before they sat down they heard footsteps walking up the porch. “Holy shit, okay. You’ve got to leave!” she said and started to pull John to the back door.

“Wait, what’s your name?” John asked, she smiled and opened the door while pushing him out she opened her mouth to tell him.

“Y/N, now go.” She pushed him before locking him out of the house. He took a long drink of his tea before walking back to his house.

“Y/N,” he mumbled before his lips turned up into a smile again.

“Okay and who is Y/N?” Lafayette asked John as he took a drink from the mug full of alcohol. “This girl who lives next door, man.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair, “She’s so beautiful. Gorgeous actually! And she writes and she has his beautiful smile and laugh that can brighten up any room she’s in.” he told the group of me.

“So, why don’t you just go after her?” Alexander asked, “She’s married.” John mumbled and took a long drink from the mug.

“You’re fucking with us, right?” Hercules asked with a small chuckle. “No, I’m not!” he defended, all of their face’s fell before John felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to be met with Y/N’s beautiful Y/C/E eyes.

“Hey,” she whispered and knelt beside him. Her dress pooled around her slightly as she looked at him, “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for pushing you out today but he scares me so,” she rambled and John nodded. Not trusting his words, not in front of her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” she asked, he nodded quickly as she got up and left. “Bye,” she trailed off again. He felt the feeling of all three other men kicking him and then Hercules shouting, “His names John by the way!” she allowed a smile on her face before she got up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, John.” Her hand brushed against his shoulder as he walked away, his head turned to watch as she walked away, his heart thumped in his chest as she sat down beside her husband.

Flash forward to like three months later…

John walked up to the house like he’d done multiple times before, “Hey,” Y/N said as she ran outside to meet him, her arms wrapped themselves around John’s neck as his went around her waist.

“How’s my favorite girl?” he asked, “You mean you’re only girl?” she teased and led him inside as he laughed. “Very funny.” He rolled his eyes and followed you. His hands met your hips when you shut the door. He spun you around and smiled down at you. His heart fluttered while his eyes met yours. He loved you. He seriously did.

“Do you know why you’re the only girl in my life?” he asked, she shook her head, suddenly shy. “You’re the only girl I love,” her smile beamed as he held onto her, he moved his face closer to hers, his heart pounding out of his chest before she moved away. He felt the tug of his heart strings, the feeling of heartbreak taking over him.

“John…” she trailed off as she moved from his embrace, “You know we can’t do this.” She whispered, his eyes held disappointment. He knew he couldn’t do this. He knew this would be disobeying many things. How could he be so stupid to think he could do something like that?

“I-I know.” He mumbled and stepped away, embarrassment filled his body along with regret. “I’m sorry.” He whispered and looked down at his feet. He watched as she walked closer to him as he took steps back, he felt her soft hands grab his face, holding it as she looked at him. He failed to meet her eyes as she pleaded for him to look at her.

“Please, John. I know it was in the heat of the moment. Please look at me.” she pleaded as he shook his head and moved her hands off his face, he muttered a few words as he walked out the front of the house. His legs quickly moved towards the bar that he knew Alexander and Lafayette would be at.

“So, you went to kiss her and she back away?” Laf asked his friend, John nodded and sat his head in his friends.

“Friend zoned!” Alexander hollered before laughing. His laughter died down when he saw the look John and Lafayette were giving him, “Or maybe not, I don’t know.” Alexander murmured and looked away, “Maybe she just doesn’t know what she wants?” Laf questioned, John shook his head. “No, she knows what she wants, she told me, but she can’t do anything about it.” John mumbled, “Have an affair?” Alexander suggested.

John looked at him, eye squinted. “No.” he simply said as he pushed the chair from the table and getting up. “I’m going home, I’ll see you guys later,” John muttered and walked his way home.

When he arrived he noticed a box with the words ‘my love, John.’ on it. He fought the smile that was forming on his lips, he looked at the other house noticing the outline of Y/N and her husband sitting with their children at the fireplace. He lifted the box and carried it in. Many papers with different cursive littered the box.

He pulled out one that had many papers attached, his eyes met with some of the small words on the back of the paper before he opened it.

‘John, my love.

I hope you find these and fall in love with them. There are many things in here and many pages, many letters that I hope you can make sense of. I do not mean to disappoint you, I never meant to. I just cannot have an affair. You know that. The love that I have for you is endless, and the amount of love I want to show you is too much to say. You make me happy, John. You really do, but if I hadn’t married Kylin, I would be dead. If I wasn’t with him, I would hope to be with you. You do mean so much to me and the one person I need most was you.

I wanted to tell you what these endless pages are and what they mean to me.

They are the stories I have written. The things I have observed and the story of two soul mates who cannot love. That is us.

I want you to make sense of the thousands of pages as I make sense of the pages Hamilton has given me. I want you to love and love and love until you can love no more. I want you to scream at the world when the world hurts you. I want you to be full of glee when the world gives you that time. My love, please know I will see you tomorrow and the next and the next. I am not giving up on you.

This is how I’m starting the next chapter of my life.’

He read before he turned the page over and scanned it. He looked up from the pages when a knock on the door bounced around the room. He trudged his body over to the door and opened it to see the girl he has longed to see at night standing on his doorstep.

“Hi,” she simply said as a smiled tugged on her lips, “I’m free.” She whispered and hugged onto him.


...but no man could truly tame a wolf.

Serena saw their hungry eyes. Her father was not dead a week and already they stalked Winterfell like it was their prey. Even now, at the feast for their father’s wake, they eyed her and Sansa both. She did not trust them– she would never trust them. Her half-uncles were vultures, bloody beaks already tearing into father’s corpse.

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ML Fluff Month Day 11 - Plushie/Stuffed Animals

Plushies/Stuffed Animals

Rated: G
Pairing: Adrinette

For: @miraculousfluffmonth


Day 1 / Day 12

“I can’t believe your first year anniversary with Adrien is the one day this week he has a photoshoot the entire day,” Alya huffed as Marinette walked beside her into the school doors.

With a sigh, Marinette nodded her head in disappointment. “I know, but he can’t control it.”

As the two made their way into the locker room, Alya let out a suspicious hum. “You don’t think his dad did this on purpose, did you?”

Eyebrows shooting up, Marinette blinked in surprise. “I don’t think so. Mr. Agreste is actually quite fond of me, I think. He tells Adrien all the time that he’s lucky to have such a talented girlfriend.”

“Wow,” Alya said with a whistle. “From what Nino says, Mr. Agreste is a serious stick in the mud. You must have really impressed him to get such high praise.”

Marinette gave a shrug and began putting in the combination to her locker. “It’s—It’s a learning process, honestly. I’m just very polite and go with whatever Adrien guides me into doing. The last thing I want to do is get him in toub…le…?” her voice trailed off as she saw what sat on top of her books.

Alya leaned over her shoulder to see what all of the fuss was about. Marinette gaped in surprise at the small stuffed cat that stared back at her. Had Adrien done this? It looked suspiciously like Plagg, so it couldn’t have been anyone else. Placing a hand over her heart, her best friend cooed at the sight. “Adrien Agreste is one of the sweetest boys on the planet, how lucky are you, girl?”

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Hey there lovelies. Here’s another request. I’m on my phone as of now, but I’ll do the hardcore editing when I get to a computer. Enjoy. (Expect a chapter of Unfaithful in the upcoming days)

Request: May I have a tommy request please? X3 Reader works for Alfie and is one of his loyalists workers, her hair short (pixie) and wears custom made suits that Alfie gave her so she feels more welcome. During a meeting tommy catches a look at her and is immediately interested on how a young woman (20) is in this line of work, Alfie notices and warns Tommy cause alfie and his men are protective of her but Tommy is smitten by her quick mind, fighting skills, and sassiness he can’t help himself (> ♡ <)

Warnings: Just language

Not-So Dangerous Man

It was nearing 8 in the morning when I entered the bakery, a young man sitting behind the counter, covered from head to toe in white dust.

The room smelled sweet, full of different aromas that mingled together perfectly. My mouth watered as I scanned over the many baked goods that lined the display window.

“Good morning James.” I greeted the eager young lad. He looked up from his current task of kneading a freshly risen pile of dough to return my bright smile.

“Good morning Ms. Y/N.” I continued walking to the back after grabbing a small piece of cinnamon bread from the counter.

When I walked through the large door with the matching lock and down the cement stairs, the light and airy atmosphere was exchanged for a dark and heavy one.

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#SanversWeek Day 2

It’s day 2 of @queercapwriting ‘s (who reposted my fic yesterday and gave me a little heart attack with how amazingly sweet they were in the tags.) #SanversWeek!!! *does a little dance* Todays’s prompt is: Nerd Girlfriends 

This was killing her grade.

It wasn’t her fault, per se.

If you ask her, Alex would blame whatever higher being above - Rao, God, an omniscient Overlord mayhaps - made Maggie Sawyer so damn beautiful.

(While cursing said being for making her so damn gay.)

This was Alex’s favorite class.

Chemistry was the one class that she didn’t need to study for, it just came naturally to her. And in a house where she had to get good grades, had to make her mother proud, had to honor her father’s memory… Being able to sit back and expertly solve chemical equations is something Alex had come to cherish.

Until about a week after the second semester starts.

Alex’s can’t truly explain what made her look up from her work the moment she did, right in time to watch the Principle Perry introduce a new student.

(And though Alex would hate to admit it, her heart lifted at the sight of the deepest dimples she had ever seen.)

Her chest tightened when Maggie said hello, and when Alex finally got to take the girl in, she could almost feel her pupils dilating to see more of her.

She was sunk before Maggie even knew who she was.

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I totally winged this story at some points. so I’m sorry if it makes no sense at some places. It was based off a literal dream I had, so I tried my best to convert it into a story! Hope you enjoy!

Plot: CEO Park Jimin get interviewed but a ruthless interviewer, but when things go wrong and an article about Jimin having an affair spreads, how will everyone react. Will Jimin and his wife have a divorce or will things be okay? (P.S. I suck at summary’s) 

Genre: Angst. Fluff. A little bit of Comedy (And bit’s of Romance).

Characters: Jimin X Reader.

Words: 5,678

Jimin’s POV

“Good morning Mr. Park” My secretary greeted as I walked inside the 20 story building.

“Good morning Seulgi” I greeted back, giving her a small bow in return.

We started walking towards the elevator that led straight to my office. People were giving me paperwork on the way, explaining what it was for, while my secretary held my coffee for me.

“Mrs. Seohyun is in your office right now sir. She asked to see you immediately and there was nothing I could do to stop her. I’m sorry” Seulgi explain.

“It’s alright. I know how stubborn Seohyun can be” I chuckled and Seulgi echoed me. It took a while for her to finally ask the question she wanted.

“W-Why would she be here sir?” She asked, and I sighed. I turned the corner to the elevator. I pressed the up button and answered.

“Do you know what Seohyun does?” I ask, giving Seulgi time to think.

“She is a famous journalist. Known for twisting around the words of her clients” Seulgi suddenly gasped “Is she trying to find dirt on you and then make you look bad?”

I laughed. The elevator opened and we both walked inside. Once inside, Seulgi was sure to press the 19th floor for me.

“The key word here is "Try” Seulgi. She has tried many times to take me down, but each time she has miserably failed. Just like all the other times, she WILL fail" I answered, giving Seulgi a hard stare that made her blush and look down at her feet.

“I’m not sure I would be as confident as you sir. Seohyun has done many bad things to others” I turned to look at Seulgi, who was still looking at the ground.

I let out an exasperated sigh, shaking my head in disappointment. Seulgi was right in a way. Seohyun had a knack for flirting. Word is she sleeps with her clients in order to keep quiet about their personal life. I happened to be the only one who wont sleep with her. Since I’m happily married for three years.

That frustrates her. She wants everything and she gets everything. But not with me. And what happens to a child when they don’t get what they want? They throw a temper tantrum. That’s exactly what she is doing right now.

She has come to my office three times a week, and it’s starting to get on my nerves. She will ask me many questions about my personal life or my work life, and I will answer honestly and specifically so there is no misunderstanding. And she is not having it.

I have to admit though, some of her questions are a bit hard. They were getting better and better with each visit. She watches you. Learning everything about you. How you react to certain questions. How your posture is. She analyzes you.

I was noticing that she is understanding that I don’t like it when she asks me about my personal life. My personal life is my business and I want no one else to be digging into it.

The ding at the elevator that told me that I was on the 19th floor; My office floor. I gave another heave before exiting the elevator with Seulgi.

When I walked into my office I could see the back of a young lady sitting in front of my desk. An all too eerie familiar back I knew too well.

As soon as my footsteps could be heard throughout the office, the chair spun around, revealing a menacing smile coming from the woman in a red flour dress and tan pointed toe heels. Her fashion sense wasn’t the best but I wasn’t going to say anything.

“Well hello there Mr. Park” Her malicious voice spoke sending shivers down my spine. She shouldn’t scare me this much.

“Hello Miss Seohyun. What brings you here today?” I ask while taking my seat behind my desk, although we both knew why she was here.

She turned her chair around as I sat down. She brought her hands up to her face, intertwining them and resting her chin on them, as if she was an evil villain. Not that she wasn’t.

“You know why I’m here” She spoke both our minds.

I hummed in response, waving my hand at her to continue as I sat back into my chair.

She reached down for her purse below the chair, grabbing a small notebook and pen. She wrote a couple things down before looking back up at me. A menacing smile on her face.

“Now. Jimin-Is it okay for me to call you that?” I honestly shook my head at her.

“Mr. Park is fine” I answered and she awkwardly chuckled.

“Alright.. Mr. Park. First things first. Are you married?” She asked and I scowled at her.

“You know I am” She nodded.

“Are you happily married?”

“Of course”

“How would you describe your relationship with you wife?”

“In what sense?” I leaned forward onto my desk, folding my hands together.

“Like is it honest? Would you ever cheat-?”

“Why in the hell would I ever cheat?” I answered making sure to keep a calm voice.

“Just a question” She continued “So if an attractive lady came along, for instants Miss Seulgi here” My whole body stiffened. I knew exactly what Seohyun was doing, and I was not liking it.

“Would you tell her she was attractive in front of your wife?” She tilted her head at me and I kept my mouth shut.

I glanced up at Seulgi and she was looking at her feet, a visible blush on her cheeks. I would lie if I said I hadn’t noticed the small crush Seulgi had developed for me. Of course nothing could happen since I was happily married, but she was sensitive, and if I said the wrong thing I knew I would end up hurting her. And I didn’t want that to happen.

“Do you even find Miss Seulgi attractive at all?” Seohyun suddenly asked, a fake gasp leaving her lips and anger boiled in my stomach.

“Of course she’s attractive!” I snapped before I could think.

“Oh.. Okay.. So.. Would you tell your wife that you are cheating on her with Miss Seulgi?” I stood up abruptly, slamming my fists on my desk in the process. I couldn’t believe my ears. She did it. After all these years, she had me in her trap.

“Why would I tell my wife I’m cheating on her when I am clearly NOT!” I let out another exasperated sigh. I closed my eyes shut as I waited for Seohyun to answer.

“So then why did you call Miss Seulgi attractive if you do not have sexual feelings for her?”

“Can’t someone call someone attractive without being "sexually attracted” to them?“

"Well last I head, telling someone they are attractive can lead to something very intimate-” I let out a deep groan.

“Please leave” I bluntly put.

I watch as Seohyun stands up, gathering her notebook and pen into her bag. She looks back up to me when she is finished and gave me a fake smile while holding out her hand for me.

I looked at her hand for a minute, her getting the idea and let it fall down to her side again. She bowed at me and I nodded my head in response, not wanting to be completely rude.

“It was nice doing business with you” She stated before turning around before I could answer, heading for the door. Normally Seulgi would open the door for the guest, but this time she stayed in her spot near my desk looking down at her feet. I don’t blame her, she must be completely embarrassed.

I waited until I could hear the elevator doors shut from just outside my office before I slumped down into my chair with an “Oomph”. I ran a hand down my face. I peaked my eye open to see Seulgi still standing there very awkward-like.

“Hey..” I call out, hoping she would look up, but unfortunately didn’t “I-I’m sorry you had to go through that Seulgi” I quickly apologized and she shook her head.

“It’s okay. Seohyun is known to do stuff like this.. I guess I should have expected it by now” She looked up at me now and I used this chance to give her a warm smile.

“Why don’t you go home, just to get your mind off of these stupid.. comments” I carefully put. She shook her head again.

“I really don’t mind staying, I won’t take anything personal. I like working for you. You’re kinder than any of my other bosses” She mumbled the last part and I chuckled at her sweet gesture.

“In that case I have a big favor for you” I quickly ask and she raises her eyebrow at me “Could you maybe.. Call the company Seohyun works for and make sure no bad article gets out for me please?” I finish.

“Oh” Was the only answer she gave me. She gave me a smile but her eyes told me she was devastated.

“Of course only if you are comfortable with it. I unfortunately can’t. I promised my wife I would be home soon. I only came to drop off some files” I quickly added, explaining my situation, and she nodded her head.

“Of course! I understand. I will get to it right away” She answered before turning around.

“Thank you!” I called after her. She didn’t look back as she pressed the down button on the elevator. She turned around to press the lobby button, her eyes still on the ground. I watched as the elevators closed and engulfed her.

I sighed once again, straining as I stood up from my office chair. I decided it was time for me to go home to my beautiful wife.

I smiled at the thought of finally going home only to end up on the couch. Snuggling close to my wife. Inhaling her intoxicating smell. Drifting off into sleep with her in my arms.

When I was downstairs, I could tell there was a visible buzz in the lobby. When I reached the front counter to receive my coffee, the receptionist looked sympathetic towards me.

“I heard what happened sir. I’ll have you know that I will always be by your side” She pumped her fist into the air.

I was a bit confused as to what she was talking about, but I brushed it aside, assuming she was talking about Seohyun investigating me.

I grabbed my coffee and walked towards the two double doors. On my way I spotted Seulgi. She was on the phone. She looked like to be in the middle of a heated argument. I also assumed she was trying not to let the article out.

Her eyes wandered around the room until they met mine, they widened for a split second before she smiled at me and turn so her back was towards me. I also brushed it off assuming it was to have a bit of privacy.

I thankfully reached my car in the parking lot without any trouble. I hopped inside and headed straight for home. It had been around a week since I’ve seen my wife, being that I had just came back from a business trip.

My heart leaped when I saw my home. Home sweet home. It was the best feeling to come home to my beautiful wife, being able to just relax with her and do nothing else.


My eyes were glued to the computer screen, not exactly believing what was in front of me. This had to be a lie. There’s no way. It just doesn’t make any sense.

“Cheating..” I whispered the words, as if saying it would make it be more real to me.

“He can’t… There’s no way Jimin would cheat on me” I could feel a tear start to fall down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away.

I could hear the front door rattle and I quickly slammed the laptop shut, looking towards the door. I could hear the lock on the door click, and I realized Jimin was home.

“Jagi! I’m home” I heard a soft chuckle from my husband, and I couldn’t help but smile, despite the article I just saw before.

I walked into the living to find Jimin had dropped his bags in front of the door. His shoes were kicked off lazily. I turned towards the couch, watching as Jimin slipped off his work jacket and unbuttoned a couple buttons from his white cotton shirt.

His eyes wandered a bit until they landed on me, and his smile grew from ear to ear. He quickly stood up, walking towards me fast before engulfing me in a bear hug.

“I missed you” His muffled voice spoke through the top of my hair.

“I missed you too” I answered.

“Come here” He quickly said before pulling back. His hand slipped into mine and he gently dragged me towards the couch. I frowned, knowing he wanted to cuddle, but my plan was to talk to him about the article that just came out.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with a tilt of his head. He always seemed to look right through me.

I shook my head “Nothing” I gave him a smile. He was hesitant but sat down on the couch, forcing me to fall on his lap, straddling his waist.

He grasped my face in his hands, and I rested my hands on his shoulders. He brought my face closer to his, resting his forehead onto mine. I giggled while he chuckled.

“You’re cute” He commented before leaning up to give me a quick peck on the lips. He parted all too soon and I playfully frowned.

He laughed at my expression, laying down on the couch and pulling me down with him. He wrapped his arms around my waist while my nose snuggled into the crook of his neck, our legs lacing together out of habit.

I let out a sigh of content. Of course I was wrong. Jimin would never cheat on me. He loved me too much, and I loved him too much.

“How were my two favorite people while I was gone?” Jimin’s soft voice spoke, reminding me of my unborn child in my belly.

We had found out we were pregnant just two day’s before his trip. He had insisted on skipping the trip to help me, but I knew the trip was important as he would meet with all the bosses and discus further plans for the company.

It took some convincing, but he finally agreed to go again. I would lie if I said I would have been and felt better with Jimin by my side, but It would be selfish to ask him to stay.

“We have been great” I answered. if he knew I was lying he didn’t mention it. Instead he leaned down to give me a kiss on the nose.

“What is with you and the pecking?” I teased and he gave me a fluffy smile.

“I really love you” He whispered while leaning down to place a proper kiss on my lips. He cupped my cheek in his hand and I wrapped my arm around his waist.

We laid there for a while, just kissing. Not really leading any where other than enjoying each other’s presence and touch. I had missed the touch of his lips. He tasted sweet and just like I remembered him.

Just then there was a loud ringing noise. Jimin groaned and pulled back, panting a bit.

“I have to answer that” He said, resting his forehead on mine like before “It’s my work phone”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded “It’s okay. Go ahead” I answered. He gave me the cutest pout before kissing my cheek and sitting up, leaving me laying down on the couch.

He answered his phone with an unamused face “Hello?” He sighed. I watched his eyes suddenly go wide. Curiosity got the better of me.

“What?!” He shouted. I sat up now. Afraid something bad was happening. I leaned in close to the phone to listen in the conversation. Jimin hadn’t seemed to notice, if he did he didn’t do anything about it.

“-Yes! I need you to come right away so we can fix it” I could hear a woman’s voice speak. My heart dropped. He said work phone, and that didn’t sound like Seulgi. So who would it be?

“Alright. I’ll be right there. Do not do anything without me”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon. Bye”

“Bye” I laid back on the couch as Jimin pulled the phone away from his ear.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Um..” He stood up now, grabbing his coat “I’m so sorry I have to go. W-work need’s me” I noticed his stutter. Something he does when he’s lying

“Really?” I asked one more time

“Yup. I’ll see you in a bit. I don’t think it should take too long” Once he was done putting on his jacket he walked towards me. Leaning down he planted a quick kiss on my lips and gave me a warm smile before turning around again.

“Okay.. I’ll see you” I mumbled. He didn’t answer, only opening the door to leave and close it as he exited.

I laid there for a while, lost in thought as I was trying to figure out what could have possibly happened. My mind wandered to the article I saw earlier and I frowned.

It couldn’t have been true. I quickly stood up and ran into my room. I pried open my laptop, but the article I saw before was not in front of my face, it was only a more elaborated one.

I gasped as I clicked the Video attached to the page. I sat down on my bed and made sure the volume was up high before I watched.

“Alright.. Mr. Park. First things first. Are you married?” I could hear a female interviewer ask my husband.

“You know I am” I could hear the distaste in his voice. I wasn’t sure if it was towards the question or the interviewer.

“Are you happily married?”

“Of course” I smiled.

The video was cut off and moved to the next scene and question.

“If an attractive lady came along, for instants Miss Seulgi here..” I wasn’t exactly sure what the interviewer was getting at, but I didn’t like it “..Would you tell her she was attractive in front of your wife?” There was a long pause with Jimin’s answer.

I could tell Jimin was looking somewhere in the distance and when the camera turned, it was confirmed he was looking at Seulgi.

“Do you even find Miss Seulgi attractive at all?” The interviewer suddenly asked, my heart started to race.

“Of course she’s attractive!” Jimin snapped and I swear my heart stopped for half a second.

“Oh.. Okay.. So.. Would you tell your wife that you are cheating on her with Miss Seulgi?” Jimin stood up suddenly, slamming his fists on the desk, making me jump at the loud noise.

“Why would I tell my wife I’m cheating on her!” There was a noticeable cut in the video and before I knew it Jimin was speaking again “Please leave” He said with a more calm voice.

The video suddenly ended, and I was left there staring at the black screen, not exactly sure what I just watched. Was this real? Was it forged? it looked a bit blurry, coming from a crappy camera. But that was Jimin. I know my husband, and that was very much him.

Someone like Jimin wouldn’t just cheat on me. It’s not real and I won’t believe it.. I can’t believe it. I mean I’m pregnant with his child. Someone who was as happy as he was when I told him I was pregnant wouldn’t cheat on me.. Right?

I couldn’t just sit here and watch this happen. I exited out of the video and read a bit of the article.

“… Is famous CEO Park Jimin having an affair with his secretary, Seulgi..?”

I skimmed through it some more and found a file attached to the article. It read “Proof Seulgi and Jimin are having affair-interview through phone call-from Seulgi herself!” The words emphasized “Seulgi”.

I took a deep breath before clicking the file and listening very carefully.

“..And now can you tell us how long this had been going?” The interviewer asked.

“Uh..” I could hear the soft voice of Seulgi muffled by the phone call. She nervously cleared her throat “Yes.. Um, it’s been around three years now” She answered. Three years. That’s how long Jimin and I have been married!

“Wow! That’s a long time. And how did it start?” The male voice continued to speak.

“Yes.. H-he came up to me around when I first got my job as his secretary. He said he wanted to become more than friends with me. I agreed. It was only until later that I found out he had a wife. I confronted him, and he said he was going to break off the marriage soon. That was until she got pregnant and things got complicated” I hadn’t noticed the tears freely falling down my cheeks.

“Mhmm. How do you think Jimin will react when he finds out the secret is finally out?” There was a small pause with the answer.

“I think he will be relieved. Knowing he doesn’t need to deal with his wife anymore. The entire time we were together, he couldn’t stop saying stuff about her like-” I slammed my laptop shut before I could hear the rest of the sentence.

This was not happening. I laid my head down on the bed, the sobs coming out. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, who would do this? Who would cheat on someone like this? Apparently Jimin did.

I hugged my chest. The loss of comfort dawning on me and making me feel even more miserable. How can people just sit here and watch this? How could I just sit here? I was being pathetic, laying on my bed and moping over my cheating husband.

That’s it. I had decided on it. I’m going to his work and I’m going to confront him.

I stood up despite my light headed protests. I forced my feet to move as I grabbed my coat and stormed outside. Calling a taxi, I made my way to Jimin’s company building.

I noticed there were news interviewers and camera men in front of the building. Wiping away my tears, I made sure to pull my hoodie over my face as I quickly walked inside. Thankfully no one tried to stop me.

I let the hood fall down as I reached the front desk. The receptionist looked up at me from typing on a computer, giving me a warm smile.

“Hello ma'am. How may I help you?” She asked kindly.

“Hi. I’m here to see my husband” I answered, the temporary label leaving bitter off my tongue. I looked around for any sign of Jimin or someone I knew.

“I’m sorry ma'am. You are going to have to be specific on your husband” She apologizes.

“Ah.. Yes. His name is Park Jimin” I spoke through gritted teeth. The receptionist stops typing and looks back at me, giving me the most quizzical look, like I told her I was a vampire.

She nervously chuckles “Aha.. I’m sorry ma'am. May you repeat that?”

“Park Jimin” I answer, my tone a bit more sharp. Why didn’t she believe me.

“I am going to need some I.D ma'am. Just precautions and all. No harm” She gave me a smile and I frowned.

“Why would I need to give you my I.D? I have been here before, people know me. I am Park Jimin’s wife” I quickly answer, getting a bit agitated.

“I’m sorry ma'am. I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the building” She no longer had a smile on her face. She waved somewhere behind me and when I looked behind security was coming our way.

“Wha- You called security” I looked back at the receptionist with an unamused look.

“I’m sorry it’s just part of my job” She went back to typing on her computer and I scoffed. How dare she? That little-

“What’s going on?” I heard an oh so familiar voice call from down the hall.

My head whipped towards the person, a smile on my face. I quickly remembered the reason why I was here, and the smile faded.

“Mrs. Park!” The receptionist looked a bit scared, and I couldn’t help the smug smile that was now plastered on my face.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jimin asked me.

“You know her?” The receptionist asked.

“Of course I know her Soochan. She is my wife!” He quickly walked to my side, leaning down to give me a kiss on the cheek “Why would you think otherwise?”

“U-Um.. Of course sir. It was my mistake” Soochan stood up and bowed many times in apology.

“It’s all right, just don’t let it happen again” Jimin gave her a hard look.

“Of course sir” She didn’t sit back down until Jimin and I were walking away.

“So.. You didn’t answer my question” Jimin proceeded. I looked up at him only to see him already looking down at me. I looked forward again, towards the elevator Jimin was leading us to.

I thought of what to tell him on the way here. I had a speech ready. It was going to be perfect and he was going to be honest. But now that I was here, looking at his soft smile on his soft face, everything was blank.

“I just.. I just wanted to see you..” I mentally cursed myself. This is not what I planned at all.

“Oh, okay. Well I guess that’s understandable since I have been gone lately” He answered. We walked inside the elevator and I watched the doors close, trapping us both as we went up. “But now of all times..” He mumbled the last part, as if he didn’t want me to hear, but at the same time he did.

“What do you mean? Now of all times? Why can’t I see my husband?” That’s what did it. Those words brought me back to reality. Speech thrown out the window, now replaced with only feeling. I turned my body so I was now facing him, arms crossed over my chest.

“Whoa.. What’s wrong? Why do you seem angry?” Jimin reached out for my arms, but I pulled back before he could. I kept my gaze away from his face, afraid I would loose it and give in to his plea’s.

“Y/N.. Please? What’s wrong-?”

“Are you cheating on me with Seulgi?!” I shouted a bit too loud. Jimin winced at the shout and took a step back. I was breathing hard and my heart was thumping out of my chest. My eyes were now locked with his. I wasn’t exactly sure what I saw in them. Pain.. Fear.. Emotion.. Which one?

The elevator doors suddenly opened, leaving Jimin and I standing there, staring at each other. My breathing slowed down as I was able to catch it, but the silence was killing me. Why wasn’t he answering.

Jimin opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out except for a small sigh. He broke our eye contact and ran a hand through his hair.

“Please don’t tell me you believe that article..” He breathed out.

“I’m not sure what I believe any more” I mumbled. I watched as Jimin lost his footing and feel onto his knees. I could see a tear slip past his cheek and I could feel my heart being torn to pieces.

“I thought out of all the people.. You would be the one to.. to look past the article and.. trust me” He spoke in between breaths.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you.. I just.. I need answers”

“Why would I ever cheat on you!” Jimin shouted this time. The elevator doors closed again, and I hesitantly reached over to stop it all together.

“I honestly don’t even know why..” I thought about it for a minute. No believable excuse was coming to mind.

“Then why would you think I did?” I fell to my knees so I was now at Jimin’s level. “The whole reason why I came here was because I had to clear up all the fucking rumors about me cheating on you!” I tensed up at his cursing. Jimin never cursed unless he was really frustrated.

“I-I’m sorry.. The article-” I whispered, but Jimin wasn’t done.

“Someone told me that Seulgi was the one who let it happen” Jimin chuckled in disbelief “I told her to call the company and clear it up, but instead they blackmailed her and now things are ten times worse..” He let his head drop and I could see the shaking of his shoulders as he started to cry.

“I have to fire her.. Even though it wasn’t entirely her fault.. I don’t want people to think I’m keeping her because I want to continue to have an affair.. Even though I didn’t do it in the first place..”

“I love you Y/N. I will NEVER love any one else as much as I love you. You’re caring my freaking child for Christs sake!” He lifted his head up again, and my heart broke. Tears were falling freely down his cheeks, his nose and eyes were red and puffy. I hated seeing him like this, and I hated myself for ever accusing him.

“I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! I don’t know why I believed that stupid article! I’m so sorry! I love you too Park Jimin! I will always love you! I’m so sorry!” I repeated over and over. Jimin grabbed me into his arms, resting his forehead on my shoulder.

I ignored the wet spot in my shoulder, the only thing I cared about right now was Jimin in my arms.

“I’m so sorry! Will you forgive me?” I pleaded and I can hear the soft rumbling as Jimin chuckled.

“Of course I forgive you. I just gave you a whole speech of how I love you” He looked up at me again, quickly wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He gave me a warm smile, and I couldn’t help but return the smile.

I leaned up and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, when I pulled back Jimin rested his forehead onto mine and I spoke again “I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever-”

“One ever in enough” Jimin chuckled.

“-Ever ever accuse you like this again!” I finished.

“I’ll remember that” He poked my side and I giggled.

We sat there for a minute before realizing we were in an elevator. My eyes widened and we both laughed. Jimin reached behind him and started the elevator again.

While we waited for the elevator to reach to lobby floor, we stood up again. Jimin kept his arms around me while I rested my head on his chest.

When the elevator doors opened again, there was the receptionist and a couple firefighters in front of the doors, waiting for us.

“Mrs. Park! You’re alright!” She shouted.

“Yes.. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He gave her a skeptical look. Clearly not over what happened earlier.

“The elevator was stuck, and it set off alarms throughout the building” I hid my face in Jimin’s chest, trying to hold in my laughs.

“It did?” Jimin chuckled with me “Oh. Well.. We stopped it manually.. So we’re okay” He answered still chuckling.

“Oh okay..” The firefighters were starting to leave the building, their job being done. While the receptionist stood there eyes wide, probably thinking we were doing something exactly opposite of what was actually happening.

“Oh that reminds me! Great new sir!” She suddenly spoke up.


“The article was taken down and we successfully sued the company that made the article. A correction article was put up and all the rumors are starting to clear up” She answered with glee.

“How does this remind you of that..” Jimin mumbled and I giggled “Alright! Thank you!” Jimin took a step back, forcing me to let go of him. He walked out of the elevator while holding my hand, slipping past Soochan.

While we were out of the building and in the car, hand still grasping mine, Jimin spoke up “This calls for celebration” He said and I playfully pouted.

“I don’t want to go out anymore” Jimin laughed loudly.

“You’re too cute, I was going to say let’s celebrate at home with junk food and cuddling while watching a movie” He finished, and my smile grew “How does that sound?” He took a glance at me before I answered.

“That sound perfect”

I’m so sorry!! This story was supposed to come out WEEKS earlier than it did. I ended up getting a new job, and my schedule has been clouded up because of that. I also unfortunately got a fever, I had to go to the hospital (for a different reason but still), so I have been REALLY busy! I’m sorry! But I hope you liked the story!

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Lady Boss - Thomas Shelby

Requested by anon: ‘Could you write a tommy x reader where tommy is threatened by another gang and the leader of the gang is the other leader and he has a plan to kill the reader but stops’ 

*not super happy with the ending but I couldn’t figure out the best way to end it. 

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sneak peak of what you have for Oblivion?

Sorry for the delay on this - last week was busy and I was at a wedding back home this past weekend. I am hoping to finish the rest of this sometime this month, but here’s the start of what I was writing for Regina’s birthday in the Oblivion verse.

She hadn’t wanted them to make a big fuss over her. That’s what Regina had said. It was her birthday, yes, but she wasn’t a queen here, she was the mayor, a mother, a friend, a lover. She didn’t need Snow to rent out the Town Hall for this world’s closest facsimile to a ball, she didn’t want the back room at Granny’s for an extended family gathering. She wanted dinner, at the mansion, with her family – at most.

And they’d complied, thankfully, due in no small part to Robin’s interventions. He’d talked Snow down, he’d worked Henry around, and he’d kept things subdued. Quiet. Modest.

So when he’d asked her for one simple favor in return – close the Mayor’s office for her birthday and spend it with him – she hadn’t seen any good reason not to comply. But it’s her birthday, it’s nearly noon, and Robin is not with her. Has not been with her all morning, in fact. Not since he dropped a kiss on her lips and told her he was “stepping out to run some birthday errands.” More than that, Robin has asked her to meet him at her office. Her office which is closed.

She’s torn between annoyance and curiosity – curiosity winning out only slightly, edged ahead by the hope that he’d requested that closed office for a reason. A very private reason. They have good memories in that office – that first picnic in front of the firelight, all warm kisses and wandering hands, tentative shivering orgasms. And other times, more recent times. After-hours quickies, and mid-day romps. With three children in the house, one takes what one can get where one can get it.

So she hopes that this mid-day office date is at the very least a chance for a little quiet, romantic solitude. And at the very most, something that will leave her knees feeling like jelly.

Robin doesn’t disappoint.

She lets herself into her office only to find him sitting in the chair behind her desk, barechested and waiting, elbows on the armrests and hands steepled in front of him. It’s warm in the room. Very warm. The fire is blazing in the hearth, and has been for some time from the feel of it. No wonder he’d left early – her office isn’t nearly as looming as her chambers had been in her castle, but it’s still a large space. It takes a while to heat up.

“Don’t let the heat out, love,” he tells her, his voice carrying an air of detachment that makes her immediately, inexplicably wet. She closes the door behind her, and turns the lock for good measure as he adds, “We wouldn’t want you to catch a chill.”

Regina swallows thickly – his state of half-undress coupled with the heat were all the indication she needed that this was going to be one of those jelly-kneed office trysts, but his words are enough to confirm it. She’s about to get naked. And when she takes two steps toward him, and he tells her simply, “Stop,” she realizes that she’s about to get very naked, quite possibly for a very long time.

That’s his dominant voice, no wonder she’s slicking up between the thighs so readily. Her tongue creeps out to wet her lips as she stills and answers dutifully, “Yes, Sir.”

Robin smiles. And the game is set.

Regina stands still on the opposite side of the room, and waits, and watches, her breath deepening, anticipation growing as Robin simply looks her over. She’s still in her coat, her scarf, her boots. It’s a chilly day, and she was wrapped up tight against Maine’s blustery intrusion. Now she’s overly warm.

She needs this, needs this. It’s been awhile since they did anything more than hushed dirty talk and firm hands pinning her wrists to the pillows. They’ve been busy with life, with children, with keeping this town alive and in good running order. She’s riled and ready, and he hasn’t even touched her yet.

Regina has the fleeting thought that this will be exquisite hell if she’s already this turned on, because she knows his favorite game and it’s denial, denial, denial until she can’t breathe or think or wait another second to come. She already feels like she’s halfway there, and catapults nearly the whole rest of the way when he asks idly, “Do you remember what you told me after that time I took you here on your desk?”

“Which time?” she asks, almost ashamed at the husky quality of her own voice. She needs to rein it in, my God, they’ve only just started. Haven’t even started.

Robin gives a stern look, and says, “You know what time, love. Don’t play coy. If you play coy, I may not give you what you asked for.”

Her mouth goes dry, her gaze flicking over toward the conference table for the first time since she walked in, and finally noticing that one of the chairs has one of her silk scarves draped over the back, and the leather handle of their riding crop peeking over the seat.

“I remember, Sir,” she tells him, because oh, yes, yes she does.

“I thought you might,” he tells her, and she can hear his smirk from here, even with her gaze still trained on the table and chairs. There are other things on the seat, she thinks, but the drape of the scarf is obscuring them. “And what did you confess to me that night? What was it again that you said you wanted?”

“I wanted you to take me on the table, spread and tied, Sir.”


“And I wanted the crop.”

“And do you still want those things, love?”

She looks at him then, finally, a sort of incredulous sarcasm-drenched stare, and asks, “Can you see me right now?”

He grins, tells her, “I can. You’re already flushed. And that’s quite enough cheek from you, young lady. Come here and take your clothes off.” Regina doesn’t waste any time, striding across her office toward the desk, Robin turning his chair until she can stand directly in front of him. “It may be your birthday,” he muses, relaxing back into the seat as she reaches for the top button of her coat, “but I’d quite like to enjoy the unwrapping of my gift. So, take your time. We’ve all day.”

Regina inhales deeply, slowly, the words all day sinking into her skin and making her even warmer. She releases another button, one more, slowly. Another. Meets his gaze, and smiles at him.

“Thank you,” she whispers, as the last button is freed and the front of her coat opens. She wishes she’d worn something sexier than a sweater and skinny slacks. Something that would be more of a treat for him.

“Of course, love,” he tells her warmly, adding, “Let it fall to the floor,” when she fiddles with her lapels, unsure where he wants her discarded clothes to end up. She does as instructed, shrugs her arms out of her sleeves and lets the dark material slip from her shoulders to puddle at her feet. She wants to hang it, he must know she does, but this is what he asked for, so this is what he gets.

She loosens her scarf next, shivers at the feel of the soft material dragging against her nape as she pulls it away.

“Regina, my love?” he asks, reaching out for the scarf before she has a chance to let it join the coat on the ground.

“Yes, Sir?”

He draws the scarf slowly through his fingertips, meets her gaze and tells her, “You’re not going to come for a very, very long time.” Shit. She knew that was coming, but it doesn’t do anything to help with the way she clenches at the words. “So I’d suggest you start working on some of that mental control. You’re already wound to eleven, it seems. I’d hate for you to disobey straight off.”

She nods, reaches for the hem of her sweater and lifts it slowly, slowly. Tilts her head a little as quirks a brow to tease him. “I’ll do my best, Sir. But I want this, so so badly.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How badly?” he asks, as that sweater is finally drawn up and over her head. She folds it, can’t help herself, and sets it on the desk, and then turns back to find him admiring the deep burgundy lace of her bra. At least she’d gone sexy with the underthings, she thinks.

She reaches for the button of her slacks as she admits, “I’m soaked. Have been since I realized what we were doing here.”

“Stop,” he orders, and she hovers, button undone, fingers just grasping the tab of her zipper. “Is that so?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come closer,” he urges, and she does, takes two steps closer until their knees nearly bump and then another once he widens his to make room for her. She should have seen this coming, but she’s so lust-addled that she doesn’t realize what he’s about to do until his hand is rising, and then she gulps and shuts her eyes. But he’s ordering, “Open them,” almost immediately, and she can’t help dropping her gaze as soon as she obeys, watching as he rubs firmly over her crotch, and god, it feels so good.

She moans, deep and throaty, because he hasn’t yet told her she can’t. And his hand doesn’t stop, presses in harder and rubs again, again, slow, firm passes over her clit that have her fists clenching and her breath hitching.

“I can’t feel it yet,” he tells her, disappointment edging his words. “You’ve been wetter.”

She breathes a “Yes, Sir,” because she doesn’t know what else to respond, her hips beginning to rock ever so slightly into his touch reflexively. It’s so good, so good, just what she needs, she could come like this in an embarrassingly short amount of time. But she doesn’t have permission, and doesn’t expect she’ll get it, so she clamps her lower lip in her teeth and hopes he’ll have mercy on her soon.

A few more seconds pass before he murmurs a quiet, “Oh, you are wet, aren’t you?” and her thighs are beginning to tremble.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasps, and then, “Please, Sir.”

“Please what?”

“Please stop.”

Robin lifts his brows at that, looks just a little bit impressed. He’d probably been sure she was going to beg for release, and she wants to, oh how she wants to, but what would be the point? Still, she didn’t expect him to actually give in, so she’s surprised (and torn between relief and mild disappointment) when his hand drops away.

“Since it’s your birthday,” he smirks, and then he’s gesturing for her to continue undressing, as he continues, “And since you’re already creaming your trousers.”

Regina’s fingers shake a little as she tugs her zipper down fully, the echo of his touch still throbbing over her clit. She forgets about her knee-high boots until she’s pushing her pants down her thighs, and curses softly, feeling the flush of her cheeks deepen with embarrassment as she tugs them back up and bends to deal with the boots.

“This isn’t sexy,” she murmurs, and Robin chuckles, strokes his fingers affectionately through her hair and tells her everything about her is sexy.

“Sit on the desk a moment; let me,” he urges, and Regina does just that. Scoots up onto the edge of the desk and lifts her foot up into his lap so he can draw the long zipper down. He shifts her another inch away from the obvious bulge in his pants, and then takes his time, frees her of one boot and then the other, rubs his palms firmly up her calves, her knees, kneads them along her thighs until she arches her back and moans softly.

“I think…” he begins softly, “that you may be too riled up for what we have planned.”

Regina’s stomach drops, the pleasant, percolating warmth in her belly fizzling out cold at his words. “What? No. I’m not, I can—”

“Hush, love,” he urges, and her mouth snaps shut into an apprehensive scowl. Things had been going so well… “I simply meant that perhaps you’d fare better if you had a release first. A little birthday gift from me, to you.”

Oh, that’s… that’s much better. That anxious knot in her belly unravels, and she nods, whispers, “Please. I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

“And as much fun as that is for me,” he smiles at her. “It seems a bit cruel on your special day. So you’re going to take off those pants now, and then I’m going to tell you just how I want you to touch yourself for me.”

She licks her lips and nods, shimmies out of her slacks and folds them up, too. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little disappointed that it seems she’ll be the one giving herself this orgasm and not Robin, but at this point she’ll take what she can get. Whatever will help her break this tension just a little so she can enjoy the delicious torture he has planned.

By the time her slacks are neatly set aside, Robin has slid his chair between her thighs, spreading them wide, giving himself no doubt a very nice view if the way he’s staring at her crotch and absently licking his lips is any indication. She straightens a little, settles her hands on her thighs and reminds, “You asked me to take my clothes off, Sir. Is this sufficient, or do you want me nude?”

“Oh, no, I think I want you just like this,” he husks, his fingertips on her calves now, ghosting up and down, making the muscle twitch. “I like this color on you. Should have asked you to wear your garters.”

“It’s not too late,” she reminds him with a little shrug. “Magic.”

Robin hums, and nods, tells her, “Too true.” His fingertip taps against her knee, and then he instructs, “What you have on now stays, love. But add the garters, and the black stockings I love, yeah?”

Regina nods, murmurs an affirmative, and focuses long enough for a little transformative swirl of smoke. It leaves her just as requested, black garters, black stockings, and her still-soaked panties and lacy bra. She watches Robin’s irises darken with lust, his palms skimming up over soft fabric, thumbs tucking under the strap of her garters, and then he murmurs, “I want you to feel how wet you are, love.”

Finally, Regina thinks, wasting no time in sending one hand down between her thighs. She hadn’t been lying, the silk is drenched, warm and damp and sticking to her. She runs her fingertips over her clit and sighs, but his hands squeeze tightly at her thighs.

“I didn’t say you could rub that,” he warns. “I said feel how wet you are; that’s all.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she breathes, skimming her fingertips lower, the touch teasing and tickling. “I’m so sensitive, Sir.”

“I know, love. And I know I said you get a free pass, but I want to be clear: You still need my permission to cash it in, so to speak.”

Regina bites her lip, and nods, strokes her fingertips lazily along the crotch of her panties until they’re molded to her even more distinctly, her clit starting to throb for lack of attention. But she waits, her thigh twitching once under the pressure of his still-stroking thumbs.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Now, you may touch your clit. Gently. Just one fingertip, please.”

God, he’s going to torture her with this, too, isn’t he?

Regina lets her fingertip slide up and caress her clit; it’s already swollen and sensitive, even that light touch making her clench, making her needy. She doesn’t mean for the whispered, “Please,” to break through her lips, but it does.

Robin just smirks.

“Just like that love, nice and slow. Little circles now, still soft. You like those little circles…”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathes, because she does, and he knows it, and she likes them almost as much now, when it’s her own familiar touch tracing tight spirals over the sensitive bud, as she does when it’s his own firmer, calloused fingers. The silk barrier dulls the sensation, but only a little, only slightly just enough to make everything smooth and delectable, just enough to make it that much better.

“You are so gorgeous, my love,” he murmurs, and right now she feels it. Like this, with him, she always feels stunning. Sexy, and uninhibited, and beautiful. It doesn’t hurt that he goes out of his way to tell her he finds her so, especially when they’re like this. Tells her how beautiful she is when she comes, how lovely she looks all bound up for him. “But as lovely as you are just like this, I think I’d like to see your breasts.”

“Yes, Sir,” Regina nods, but she doesn’t stop that circling finger, indulges just a second longer, until he’s giving her a firm, Now, Regina. Right. Don’t look a gift orgasm in the mouth, she tells herself, forcing that hand away and twisting back to unhook her bra. It falls away to reveal nipples already tight with arousal, her breasts flecked with goosebumps even in the comfortable warmth of the room.

The little moan Robin lets out at the sight of them is a relief; he’s gotten so good at hiding his arousal, at keeping it firmly controlled while they do this, that those little signs of how affected he is are always a treat. And at least she’s not the only one keyed up and wanting.

He must want very much, because he skims his palms up from her thighs, over her belly, cups the swells and thumbs her nipples gently. Regina presses further into his touch, wants to bring her own back to her aching clit, but he hasn’t given her permission for that, has he? So she places her hands on her thighs and lets him touch, lets him circle his thumbs over her nipples again and then grasp and squeeze them in a way that has her letting loose a high little whine of pleasure.

The sensation is warm and radiating, echoes down to her sex and back up, and she writhes a little as he tugs and twists and plays with her. “Robin…” she moans, and he stills. Shit. “Sir.”

He really is giving her grace for her birthday, because he lets that one slide, moves a hand around to her back to urge her forward until he can catch a nipple in his teeth. He gives her a gentle little bite, one side, and then the other, and then another sharp nip that makes her squeak. Not quite letting it slide, apparently…

“Say you’re sorry,” he murmurs, tongue teasing out afterward to soothe the tingling ache his teeth had left.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she (okay, yes) whines. “I’m just so…”

The delightful suction of his mouth distracts her from the rest of her thought, and then he’s murmuring, “I have plans for these later,” squeezing and tugging, firmly now, and her thighs are clenching. She wants to close them, to press them hard together and get some kind of friction, but her desk chair and his torso are still in the way and she’s left hanging.

Wasn’t this supposed to be relief?

“Sir, please,” she whispers, feeling an answering rush of air against her breast that she thinks is probably a snicker. Bastard.

“Rub your clit again,” he murmurs against her skin, giving her other nipple one last suck before sitting back in his chair to enjoy the show.

“Hard or soft, Sir?” she asks, because she knows it will matter.

“Nice and firm now, love.”

Thank God.

She presses two fingers hard to her clit and tremors immediately, so close she can taste it, but she doesn’t have permission yet. She thinks he murmurs something about her being beautiful, but she’s concentrating too hard on keeping the tightening, clenching pulses in her sex from tipping over into the spasms of an actual orgasm to pay attention to his praise. But then there’s a question, he’s asking her something, and she lets out a high, desperate, “Hmm?” when she misses it the first time.

“I asked if you’re going to cry out when you come for me, love.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasps, and, “Oh, God, Sir, please.”

“You’re trembling.”

She nods frantically, bites her lip hard, her thighs twitching, her ass clenching, and she’s about to ease off the pressure because she can’t hold back any longer, when she feels his palms squeeze just above her knees and hears him say, “Let go now, love, and don’t let up.”

She comes, hard, harder than she’d expected she would when he told her she was going to be the one administering this orgasm. But it’s good, and she lets out a wordless shout, another, a rough, heady moan, keeps pressing and rubbing, hard, doesn’t let up just like he said, until she’s tossing her head back and—


Regina’s hand falls away immediately, a sigh of satisfied relief tumbling out as she slumps a little. Her thighs are still twitchy, her clit still throbbing but pleasantly now, satisfied. Robin shifts guiding hands to her rear and pulls her down into his lap, pulls her into a deep, tongue-filled kiss she can barely hold for catching her breath.

And then he wraps his arms around her middle and murmurs, “Better, love?”

“Yes,” she sighs, cuddling in against him, nose against his neck, lips pressing lightly to his pulse once. Robin rubs her back, brushes her hair away from her shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Good.” One of those hands trails down, cups the curve of her rear and gives it a good squeeze. “Because I intend to tease you today, love. And I expect you to endure it.”

The promise has her biting at a smile, moaning softly in anticipation. “I’m looking forward to it.”

She sits up then, fully, her damp crotch pressing down against his erection as she does. She’s still sensitive, jerks a little at the sensation, but then she rocks slowly. For him more than herself. He hadn’t had so much as a kiss until just now.

The friction works a groan from his throat, his hands falling to her hips and guiding her into a torturously languid pace. “I thought we’d work up to the crop,” he tells her. “I have some – mm, love – other things in mind.”


“Mmhmm,” he hums, both hands sliding back down to her rear now and kneading as she rocks. “For one, I thought I’d blindfold you. I’ll take it off for the crop, I think. Let you watch, and wait. But until then, I’d like to see how you take to… certain sensations.”

“Good ones?” she asks, without a hint of fear. She trusts him, completely, but it does sometimes help to know whether she’s going to have to prepare herself to withstand pleasure or pain.

He makes a show of considering, and settles on, “Intense ones. I’d prefer to keep them a surprise, if that’s alright.”

She nods, leans in and presses her lips to his gently, pulling back just enough to form the words, “I trust you.”

“And I love you,” he assures, one last rocking grind and one last soft kiss before he asks, “Water?”

Regina shakes her head. “I’m good.”

“Then I’d like you to get rid of those soaked panties, leave the garters for now, and could you pop that scarf over here? I want to retain that air of mystery over my other tools.”

“Yes, Sir,” she purrs, a wiggle of her fingers and little puff of smoke producing the scarf in question.

In short order, they’ve gotten themselves rearranged for the main event, blindfold secured carefully over her eyes before he leads her to the table, the smooth surface a little cool against her back. He slips a pillow beneath her head and she smiles at his thoughtfulness, but that smile slips away into an anxious swipe of tongue over lips when he doesn’t ask her to bind herself as usual. Instead he draws her wrists up toward the corners of the table and she feels a strip of something soft, but strong wrap carefully around each one. 

ruby rose & y/n {dirty imagine}

“ruby meet y/n.” the lady from the front desk says tapping away at her tablet making appointments from what i can see. “y/n?” ruby aka my new boss smiles looking at me through the mirror while people cluster around her to do her short black hair and makeup. “umm hi nice to meet you.” i say nervously walking around to face her. she eyes me holding out her hand. “nice you meet you.” she finally says keeping a steady eye on me. “well if you need anything just let me know.” i tell her, she nods not saying a word. i find a seat near the back ruby is to my left, to my right is the photographer setting up for the next hour and a half photo shoot. this is the first time iam an assistant to anyone let alone the newest star on a hit tv show. “i need your input.” a guy with a measuring tape around his neck frantically says holding up two pieces of clothing. “what do you think?” ruby asks looking towards me. it takes me a few seconds to realize shes talking to me. “umm.” i begin looking between the hideous brown dress that looks like a potato sack than an actual dress and a simple leather black jacket with a undershirt. “well kid.” the guy snaps sounding irritated. “hush let her pick.” she defends. “the jacket.” i blurt out pointing. a small smile grows on her lips as she gets rushed into the back to change. minutes later she emerges with just the black jacket and tight black shorts. i have a hard time focusing on anything else but her. she looks so good, so gorgeous hell even without the makeup. she walks towards the front of the camera as i begin to try and not stare at my new boss. 

two almost three hours later i head down to the lobby to wait for ruby to see if she needs anything else before i leave for the day. “oh there you are ! i thought you left.” she smiles in her thick australian accent. “really? oh…. i mean no just wanted to see if you needed anything else for today.” 

“well i have things to go over with you if you dont mind.” she says. “sure.” i reply as her shirt slowly slides down. “c’mon ill drive.” she smiles eyeing me like she did earlier. i follow her to her car since my mode of transportation at the moment is the filthy city bus. the 30 minute car ride consists of sexual stares and glances, with sexual tension you can feel a mile away. once we enter her house i look around her medium size modern day loft. “like it?” she asks turning the corner towards the kitchen area. “yeah its amazing.” i smile looking up to the second floor that holds her bedroom. “stay right here iam going to change out of these clothes.” she tells me heading for the stairs. 

her bedroom is pretty much a balcony that holds her bed, night stands, and a walk in closet that i can see from here. i glance up to her as she changes out of her baggy shirt and jeans. my eyes ride over her nearly naked body through the railings of the staircase. its takes everything in me to rip my eyes away from her. i look around the place more, anything to keep me from totally going up there and having a full make out session with her. i end up back in the kitchen as she comes back down in her white tank top and sweat pants that hug her ass amazingly. “are you hungry?” she asks opening her fridge, pulling out a container of strawberries. “no thanks.” i reply watching her pull the fruit to her lips. does she have to be so damn sexual. “so what were the things you needed to go over?” i ask sitting on the bar stool across from her. “oh!” she nearly shouts walking over to me sitting next to me with her bowl of strawberries. “iam new to this assistant thing …” she starts, glancing at me while she puts another strawberry in her mouth. “that makes two of us.” i smile. she returns her smile. we sit in a weird silence what fills the room faster then the sexual tension did. 

she looks straight ahead as she licks the juice from the fruit for her lips, i glance down to i watch her hands as they slide onto my lap “so i noticed you couldnt stop staring when we were at the photo shoot.” she smiles sliding her hands up towards my waist. “sorryyy…” i mutter not sure what to say at this point and time. “no need to be sorry love because i couldnt stop looking either.” she smiles leaning my way. i lay one of my hands on her waist, my other hand is in her hair as she pushes her soft lips on mine. her hands slide up my shirt reaching for my breasts. i gasp when i feel her cold fingertips run over my nipples. she smiles, kissing down my neck. “wanna have a little fun?” she asks. i nod slightly, closing my eyes as her hand goes between my thighs. “come here.” she mumbles leading back around the counter. she opens the fridge and grabs a whip cream can. i raise my eyebrows at her. “what?” she laughs. she places the can besides us then tugs at my tights. i push the fabric to the ground then lift my shirt as ruby does the same. “jump up.” she states grabbing my ass for a quick second. i smirk lifting myself up onto the counter top. “what are you going to do?” i ask. “your going to love it i promise.” she smiles taking the can in her hand and popping off the blue top. “this might be a little cold.” she tells me squirting the whip cream onto my bare stomach. i lay my head back feeling her squirt small amounts on my skin from my breasts to my hip bone. 

the next thing i feel is her tongue sliding against my harden nipple covered in whip cream. she sucks down, i rub my legs together to feel something between my legs. she sucks on my other nipple, then goes down my stomach to the line of cream. i run my fingers through her hair once she reaches my hips. “do you want more?” she asks. i nod spreading my legs. she steps between my legs rubbing me. i roll my hips against her hand. “fuck.” she mutters looking down to the wetness that has leaked onto my undies. “please fuck me.” i beg, she pushes more against my core. “you really want it?” she teases. “yes.” i breath out rubbing my own clit. she smiles pulling my undies down my legs. with my legs wide open ruby squirts a small amount at the top of my pussy right over my clit. she smiles up to before wrapping her lips around the small mountain of cream and my clit and sucking. my back arches grabbing onto her hair.  “ruby.” i whimper, her tongue slides into my pussy. “fuck yes.” i moan pushing her face forward. i look down to her with her eyes closed, grabbing my ass in her hands, her head moves in circles between my legs. she keeps doing this and in a matter of seconds of me moaning and grinding onto her tongue i crash through my climax screaming out her name. i stay laying down with my chest rising and falling as i take in huff of air. ruby stands besides me with a wide smile. i reach down rubbing my clit nice and slow. her eyes follow watching my three fingers run over and circle my pink sensitive clit. “like what you see?” i tease grabbing my breast with my free hand. she smiles, “you need to stop before i plant my tongue back between those sexy legs of yours.”  i laugh sitting up. “what about you?” i ask pulling her back between my legs. she glances down to my pussy then looks up to me. “what about me?” she smiles. “i want to satisfy you.” i say softly wrapping my legs around her waist. “oh believe me you did.” she smirks looking down again. i press my lips to hers, sliding my hand into her sweatpants. “you dont need to.” she mutters against my lips. “i want to.” i mutter back slipping two fingers into her. she gasps laying her hands on both sides of me. “your wet too.” i smile kissing down her neck. “this feels…” she starts but stops once i push a third finger in. “fuck y/n.” she moans pushing back a bit. i jump down pinning her to the wall right next to the fridge. i kneel down in front of her, pulling her sweats down. she has her eyes closed leaning her head against the wall. her mouth is open in a “O” shape with one hand up her shirt. i ramp my fingers upward connecting my lips to her clit. “oh fuck!!” she shouts biting down on her lip. i keep going ramming my fingers at a slow then fast pace. “dont stop.” she gasps. i suck down on her clit. her cum covers over my fingers, “shit yesssss.” she shouts pushing my face forward. i lick her clit then i slide down to her pussy licking her. she rocks her hips looking down to me. i stand up keeping our eye contact pressing our lips together. “this is going to by very fun.” she smiles leaning down kissing my breasts then my collarbone, my neck then my lips. “such a good decision to get an assistant.” i smile. she nods smiling sliding her tongue into my mouth while her fingers travel back into me. 

thanks for reading! hope you liked it! let me know what you think xx 

Out Of Nothing At All - Twenty One

No no no no no.


Oh god.

You didn’t remember anything from the drive to the hospital, you were on complete auto pilot. Dashing as quickly as you could from the car to the ER entrance, you saw Penelope running from the opposite direction. She lived further from the hospital than you did so must have broken a fair few traffic violations to get here at the same time.

Her eyes were misty and red, but her demeanor was strong and determined. After greeting each other with a quick hug you entered through the automatic doors and rushed to the admissions desk.

“The maternity ward is level seven.” The clerk looked you up and down, taking in your condition and panicked disposition.

“We’re not here for that. Our friends were bought in. Agent Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid.”

She hit a few keys on her keyboard.

“And who are you? I can only release information to people authorised in their files.”

“Penelope Garcia and Y/F/N.”

She checked again, “Ah okay. The motor vehicle accident. They’re both still up in x-ray. Take a seat and someone will collect you when they’re back.”

“Are they okay though. Is Spencer okay?”

Garcia had started to walk to the bank of seats but you weren’t budging until you got some information.

“I really don’t know. I’m just the desk clerk. If you take a seat a doctor will come and find you in due course.”

“And when will due course be exactly?” Her haughty tone was pissing you off. You get that she had a job to do but she could show just a little more compassion.

“When they have time to.”

“Listen lady…. I’m 37 weeks pregnant here and one of those men is the father of my child. They are Federal Agents, as are we. I need to know if he’s okay and what happened otherwise the stress and anxiety of not knowing is likely to send me into labour right here, all over your shiny floor. Do you want that?!”

You would piss yourself to make her think your waters had broken if you had to, you needed answers.

“I’ll…. I’ll make a few calls,” she reached for the handset.

“Thank you.” Smiling sweetly you turned to Penelope, seeing she suddenly had company in the form of Aaron and JJ.

“Y/N…. ” Aaron had an amused smile on his face.

“What’s happened. Is he okay Hotch? TELL ME!”

“They’re on the third floor, come on.” He started walking down the hallway to the elevator, you and Penny hurrying behind. 

“They decided they wanted to leave after all so they set off for home, the rest of us decided to follow. We were maybe fifteen minutes or so behind them?” He hit the button on the elevator. “It looks like one of the tyres on the SUV blew out when they were a couple of miles outside of the city. It happened on a bend though and it caused the car to flip.” He stopped, hearing the gasp from your chest, your heart now pounding.

“Y/N he’s okay. They both are. We saw the lights from the ambulance and squad cars, it was only when we stopped that we realised it was them. They were both belted in and by some miracle seem to have escaped with cuts and bruises. Spencer had managed to free himself and was out of the car already. Morgan has sustained a concussion though. He was unconscious when the paramedics arrived but regained consciousness on the way here. They’re both just getting checked out. They should be out of xray soon.”

He pushed you lightly into the elevator, Penny and JJ following.

“So they’re okay… Spencer’s okay?”

“Yes. It’s seems that way.”

“Oh thank fuck for that.” You let out the biggest sigh of relief ever as the elevator rode up through the floors. Hotch led you through the corridors until you spotted the rest of the team hovering outside two rooms.

“They’re just cleaning them up now. We’ll be able to go in, in a bit.” Rossi told you, giving you a smile.

You lowered yourself on to one of the plastic hospital chairs, your back beginning to hurt from standing.

“You okay Y/N?” Kate asked you, seeing you grimace. You liked the woman who’d taken your place within the team, you’d spent quite a while conversing with her at the BAU, and Spencer spoke highly of her profiling skills.

“Yeah, just tired and a bit achey. Do you think they’ll have to stay in overnight?”

“Special Agent Morgan will, but Dr Reid will be allowed to leave.” The doctor had finally exited one of the rooms and addressed you all. “Their wounds are mostly superficial, cuts and bruises. They’ll be sore for a few days. Given Agent Morgan’s concussion and loss of consciousness, we’ll be keeping him overnight. You can go through to see him. Which one of you is Y/N? Dr Reid has been asking for you since he got here.”

Penelope rushed through after asking which room was Morgan’s, Rossi and Emily following her. You stood, announcing that you were Y/N.

“Ah well. I can see why he’s so anxious to get out of here then. You mustn’t have long left.” You shook your head, grimacing again. Fuck, you really did ache.

“You can go through, the nurse should just about be done with his stitches.”

You entered through the other door seeing a pretty blonde nurse stood over Reid. He looked a mess. Split lip, hair messier than usual and matted with blood, bruises already starting to form on one side of his face. A long gash disappeared into his hair line and you could see where the nurse had stitched and was finishing cleaning it.

His eyes lit up when he saw you and he gave you a little wave, you seeing that his left hand was heavily bandaged and his knuckles grazed.

“All done. Keep it dry and and clean for the next few days and come back in two weeks for them to be taken out.” The nurse handed Reid a self care leaflet, one that you’d all had multiple times. Perks of the job.

She picked up her tray and smiled at you as she exited the room.

“I…… You…… Are… ” Words just wouldn’t leave your mouth right now. You moved over to where he was sat on the bed, his legs swung over the side dangling like a little kids.

“I’m okay,” he said sheepishly. “I’m sorry if you were worried.” He reached out, his hand wrapping loosely around your wrist and rubbing the bone softly.

“Worried…… Spencer I was petrified when I got that call.”

“I’m sorry,” he told you again. “My cell got smashed in the crash.”


That word. A crash could be something so small or something so huge. In this instance it was the former, but what if it had been the latter? You couldn’t bear thinking about it. Your child being without her father. You being without Spencer.

Pardon? What now?

Ugh… Emotions. Ignore them.

You leaned in, wrapping your arms around him and hearing him wince slightly as he moved his own arms to your waist. Breathing into to his hair you whispered to him, “I’m so pleased you’re okay Spence. You have no fucking idea how happy I am. I don’t know what I’d have done if anything had happened to you.”

Okay wow… Your brain to mouth filter wasn’t working at all. What the fuck Y/N, you were making it sound like you two were a thing.

But then when he turned his head slightly, his bruised lips brushing your neck and quiet soothing words leaving his own mouth, you couldn’t help but question yourself. Were you a thing?

“Ahem…. ” Hotch cleared his throat from the corner of the room. You sprang apart from Spencer, turning to see Hotch grinning again.

“You’re cleared to leave Spencer. Y/N did you drive or…….”

“I drove. And I’m definitely ready to get back to bed. This child is fidgety tonight… And she’s chosen the most uncomfortable position to lie in. I swear she’s just squeezing at my insides or something….. ”

“Drive safely then and I’ll see you in a few days Dr Reid.”

You said your goodbyes to the rest of the team, smiling at how tightly Penelope was gripping Morgan’s hand.

The drive home was quiet, you stuck in your head thinking as Reid played with the radio and the baby continued to cause you much discomfort. Seriously…. It felt like she was break dancing in there or something. Every few minutes you’d get the most intense pain and then it would stop.

“Are you sure you’re okay Y/N?” Reid looked concerned hearing a sharp intake of breath from you.

“I’m fine honestly. I just need some painkillers or something and to rest.” Play it down Y/N, you weren’t the one that had been in a car accident. “Oh I like this song, turn it up.”

Reid did as you commanded.

“I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream”

Something strange was washing over you now. A feeling. The intense terror you’d felt from earlier resonated with this song, you remembering every word from the chorus before it even got there.

“And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time’s gonna fly
And I’m never gonna tell you everything I’ve gotta tell you
But I know I’ve gotta give it a try

And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules and then I know how to break ‘em
And I always know the name of the game”

Really Y/N? You glanced over to Spencer seeing that he was looking at you too.

Oh fuck.

You really hadn’t just been scared because of the baby, her not having a father. You’d been scared of you not having Spencer.

How though… How the actual fuck had you allowed this to happen? Oh christ, it all made so much sense now, you being jealous of him with that girl.

“But I don’t know how to leave you
And I’ll never let you fall”

Ah crap, you did. You actually did. Did he? Do you ask him? Wait…. His hand had reached out taking the one that was resting on the gear stick and squeezing it.

“And I don’t know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all, out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all
Making love out of nothing at all.”

You looked at him again, a shy smile on his lips. Yep. You were fairly certain you didn’t need to ask…..but still.

“Spencer…… ”


“OUCH…. Ow Ow Ow…. Mother fucking Ow!”

His eyes went wide at your outburst. You signalled, pulling over to the side of the road, not able to drive anymore as the pain suddenly intensified.

Oh shit.


Your own eyes widened and moved to your lap, his following your gaze.

You both watched as your trousers suddenly grew damp.

Your waters had broken.

Tempus Vernum Ep.5

That one time the Queen bribed you with Opera tickets.

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Sweet Affectionate Moments Memes - Able to Breathe Again

Anonymous asked: Hey! I was wondering, if you are taking prompts, if you could do 6 and 26? Thanks!

This is a part of a series of ficlets I’m writing in answer to THIS post. Enjoy!

6 - A Kiss of Relief 

26 - Tending an Injury

Claire was frantic. 

She and Jamie had taken their children to one of the museums near Edinburgh for the day, enjoying their rare time all together. Willie had been enthralled by the natural history exhibit, while Faith and Bree were enamored with the some of the more historical aspects. Jamie stood in front of one display, reading the placard to the children who couldn’t reach it quite yet. With a smile, Claire looked down at her three children and-

There were only two children.

Her heart stopped and the blood in her veins turned to ice. She must have made a sound, because Jamie turned and looked at her.



The entire Fraser clan devolved into madness as they searched for the little boy. He’d never wandered off before, but he was friendly like his father. He attracted people to him like a magnet. What if he’d attracted the wrong sort of person? Oh God…

Bree trotting along behind her, weeping endlessly, as she ran to the information desk.

“My son!”

“Calm down, madam. Tell me what’s-”

“Don’t you bloody tell me to bloody calm down! My son is missing!”

The woman stood up from her seat and came around the desk.

“Wee lad? Reddish brown hair? Bluest eyes ye ever saw?”

Claire’s heart leapt.

“William! Have you seen him? Where is he?”

The lady nodded and smiled, gesturing for Claire to follow.

“Jamie! Faith! We’ve found him!”

Jamie bounded around the corner with Faith at his side. The four of them followed the kindly woman to the office where William sat.

His face was tear-stained and he had dried snot under his nose. 

“Mam? Da?”

“We’re here, baby,” Claire said, dropping to her knees.

Gathering him up into her arms, she peppered his face with kisses everywhere.

“Don’t you ever scare us like that again!” she said while hugging him tight. “God Willie…”

Jamie knelt down beside them.

“William, what happened son?”

“We found him at a coloring table,” the security guard said. “When we asked where his parents had gone, he looked around and started crying. He tripped over the chair he’d been in and scrape his knee a bit.”

Claire, letting the boy sit back in his chair, began looking over his tiny scrape.

“Mam kiss it better?”

“Always, lovie,” she said, bending to kiss the scrape. “Mwah. Better?”

“Aye, better,” he said.

Faith and Bree pushed through their parents and nearly tackled their brother in a hug. Claire was finally able to breathe again as Willie embraced them back.

starscrumbling  asked:

i had this chloenette idea where chloe and mari are partnered for this art project and chloe is all ready to be Fighting™ but mari decides she just wants to get this over with and along the way chloe looks over at her and idk mari is doing something cute like sticking her tongue out and chloe is like "....oh" and starts blushing like mad and mari is just like "???" and awkwardness ensues

……… *frantically grabs her keyboard*

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Chloe heard her name and Marinette’s name called out by their teacher, and she wanted to freaking die. 

After the first couple of projects where work wasn’t handed in, two separate projects were handed in out of spite, and presentations just dissolved into heated arguments and angrily waving laser pointers, it became an unspoken rule amongst their teachers that Chloe and Marinette could not be partnered together for projects. Seriously. It was for the safety and sanity of the whole class. For the greater good. For peace and prosperity. 

Clearly their art teacher didn’t give a single crap about that. 

Marinette just let out a flat, stern, “No.”

“Ditto,” Chloe snarled. “Keep her five hundred and ten feet away from me or I swear to god I’m going to have an aneurism.” 

Their art teacher sounded much to patient with them, and Chloe found the whole thing suspicious. “Darlings, it’s actually wonderful that you two don’t see eye to eye. The whole point of the project is to display two different interpretations of the same scene. Disagreements are encouraged!”

“I don’t think you understand,” Marinette explained. “You put us at the same table, and I will not be held responsible for any damages when I kill her.”

“Oh bite me, Dupain-Cheng! I’m wearing heels today. Don’t make me dropkick you.”

Marinette snorted. “Sure you’re not going to break a nail putting in some actual physical effort?”

Chloe smirked cruelly. “Oh, I’ll be breaking something alright….”

“Girls!” their teacher interrupted. “Enough of this nonsense, you’re young ladies! Group assignments are final. But since you two seem so privy towards enacting bodily harm, you’ll be sitting at my desk at the front of the room so I can keep an eye on you. One argument, and I’ll mark you both down 3 points. Is that understood?”

Chloe felt her eye twitch. She’d already been getting notes home from her teachers about issues regarding homework assignments that looked to similar to others in her class and group projects where she admittedly contributed a minimal amount of effort. She really couldn’t afford to be knocked down points because Marinette decided to be a literal nightmare. She didn’t think her father would be too pleased to see her come home with another note to sign and another pile of extra homework. 

Crap. She was going to have to be civil. Gross. 

Their teacher clapped her hands impatiently. “Move along now, ladies. Grab your sketchbooks and come sit up here. Time is precious!”

Chloe made a show of grabbing her art supplies, huffing as loudly as she could, and stomping over to their teacher’s desk. Marinette slumped down in the seat right next to Chloe, both of them keeping their gazes straight ahead and refusing to acknowledge each other. They had a full view of the entire class that was already hurriedly getting to work on their own projects, meanwhile Chloe was quickly trying to calculate how she was going to survive this period without wanting to bang her head against the chalkboard. 

Marinette broke first. “We get this over with as soon as possible. Agreed?”

“Well, duh. No need to sit here with you any longer than necessary.”

“God, would you stop for two seconds? Look, we don’t necessarily have to talk to each other to do this. We have the prompt, and we can just sketch our interpretations on our own. We’ll…..just pretend we talked together about it afterwards and bullshit the reports later. Sound like a plan?”

“A plan where I don’t have to interact with you? It’s like freakin’ heaven on Earth. I wonder where the choir of angels is.”

Marinette let out a withering sigh as Chloe smirked and turned to her sketchpad. “Let’s just….work. And not speak to each other. Can we do that?”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Chloe answered. “You make it sound as if I’m dreading the very thought.”

Admittedly, it wasn’t as horrible as Chloe was anticipating it would be. Once the two of them buckled down to do their own work, it was very easy to pretend that Marinette didn’t exist. Plus there was nothing more encouraging than having their teacher stare them down critically from across the room to make sure they didn’t attack each other in the middle of the class period. Chloe supposed that the impending threat of a failing grade was also a pretty good motivator as well. However, Chloe wasn’t much of an artist and personally didn’t see the point of the art classes they took anyway. It only took her about 15 minutes to grow completely bored before she dropped her pencil and peeked over at Marinette’s work. 

It was so annoying that Marinette was such a good artist. One, because Chloe hated admitting that Marinette was better than her at anything, and two because there was no way for Chloe to spontaneously become a better artist to spite Marinette back. Chloe wasn’t a bad artist per se, but staring in between their two sketchbooks was downright infuriating and Chloe was so tempted to make a biting comment just to piss Marinette off. She remembered to reign herself in and instead pulled out her cellphone to take a break for a couple of minutes before trying to draw again. 

Chloe had refreshed her Facebook news feed three times when she suddenly heard humming coming from her right. She rolled her eyes and was about to tell Marinette to shut the ever loving hell up – Facebook required concentration for God’s sake – but she turned to Marinette and felt her jaw go slack. 


She must’ve really not been paying attention because she didn’t even notice when Marinette pulled out her pigtails and threw her hair up into a bun. The baby hairs at the back of her neck were hanging loose, and there was one strand of hair tickling the side of her cheek. Chloe didn’t think she’d ever seen Marinette in a bun before. It was….odd, but in a way that didn’t fill Chloe with annoyance. If anything, she had to grudgingly admit that she looked….nice with her hair up. Softer somehow. 

The sleeves to her button down were rolled up to her elbows, probably because the charcoal sticks she was using were getting all over her fingers and forearms. There was just a small smudge of black on the bridge of Marinette’s nose – like she’d rubbed her face and didn’t realize she’d accidentally dirtied it – and damn it all, it was cute. Chloe glared at the thought. Well that was ridiculous. Since when was Marinette cute? That was such a wrong word to use for her. Marinette was infuriating, unsupportable, and most certainly not aesthetically pleasing, adorable messy buns and charcoal smudges aside. 

It was then that Chloe recognized the song that Marinette was humming along to – some new, catchy hit that had been repeating on the radio all week. Marinette was bobbing her head and swaying her body along to the beat while she worked, as if having a song and a rhythm in her head helped her work. She started smiling when she got to the chorus, and just as she started brushing her middle finger across her project to smudge her lines, her tongue came poking out of the corner of her mouth as she began concentrating even harder. 

Chloe blinked. Shit. Okay. Fine. That was really precious. Super adorable. She didn’t think people actually did that, yet here was Marinette doing that and looking downright charming while she did it. The whole image was just so completely non threatening, and it didn’t make Chloe want to hate her. It made Chloe want to tuck her loose hairs into her bun, rub the smudge off her nose, and watch her while she worked. Marinette was so often fighting with her, it wasn’t often that Chloe got to observe her sit so still and act so absorbed in her work. It was surprising, was all. So surprising that Chloe just kept staring at every little detail just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. After all, she didn’t really want to work on her project. And she had nothing else better to do…

“Um….can I help you?”

Chloe blinked, shook her head, and was suddenly meeting eyes with a very perplexed looking Marinette. She’d stopped sketching and was regarding Chloe cautiously. Chloe realized that she was still facing Marinette. Crap. Had she spaced out? Had she caught her staring? Dammit. 

“N-Nothing,” Chloe scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t need anything from you, Marinette.”

Marinette raised a brow. “You were staring…”

“Was not!”

“Yes,” Marinette replied patiently. “Yes you were, you were totally spaced out and staring right at me. What is it?”

Marinette didn’t sound angry or annoyed. She just sounded confused, which meant that Chloe hadn’t done something irritating like she normally did. She’d done something weird and that was enough to have Marinette looking at her like she’d suddenly started handing out presents and compliments to her entire class. God, what the hell was she thinking? How had she not noticed where her gaze was falling? How on Earth was she supposed to explain her way out of this one?

“Don’t flatter yourself darling,” Chloe tried to recover. “This project is abysmally boring, and I was trying to drown out everything around me. Like I would waste my time staring at someone like you.”

It seemed to have worked because Marinette responded by rolling her eyes and turning back to her project. “Whatever you say, Chloe….”

Chloe breathed out a quiet sigh of relief and decided now was as good a time as any to go back to her own drawing. The fewer chances she gave herself to stare at Marinette, the better. 

Not that it mattered anyway, because Marinette was still humming next to her. Which made Chloe think of her cute head bobbing. Which made her think of her lovely hairstyle. Which made her think how nice Marinette looked in button downs. Which made her think how darling it was that Marinette pouted her lips while she sketched. Which made her think how in the hell she hadn’t noticed that Marinette was freakin’ beautiful this entire time?!

Chloe paused. 

Okay. Okay, yeah, so she definitely just thought that. Shit. 



Chloe Bourgeois!” her teacher hollered from the other end of the room. “Mind your language please!”

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip and covered her mouth with her hand. She looked sideways at Marinette who was staring at her oddly again before shaking her head and turning back to her drawing. Chloe pressed her fingertips to her temples and leaned her elbows on the table, staring at the desktop in abject disbelief. 

Yup. There was that aneurism. 

Perception (Jungkook x Reader), pt.1

There’s a lot you’d like to know about him.

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There’s a new student in the seat next to yours.

Carefully, you fish out your schedule from the folds of your robes to confirm: Study of Ancient Runes, Class 6A. Fourth Period. Yep, you’re in the right place.

You stare at the boy from where you’re standing in the corner of the busy classroom. All the other students are excitedly chattering with each other, catching up, exchanging stories. He’s hot. And judging from his robes, he’s a Slytherin. But he also seems so lonely, isolated in his own bubble, sitting at the desk by himself.

You end up standing there and admiring his side profile until you realize that crap, class is starting, and finally hurry into your seat, sliding in next to him. He only spares you a glance before turning his attention back to the front of the classroom.

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