Eisuke: His sneezes are those annoying sneezes that build up all day, but linger on the nostrils (no wonder he’s always in a bad mood). Like, you’d think he’s faking a sneeze, but it just never comes out. When he does sneeze, he does it like a drama queen. His whole body shakes violently, and he sometimes even falls on the floor for dramatic effect. He gets mad when people don’t say “bless you” after a sneeze. It pisses everyone off.
Soryu: Like a ninja, his sneezes come out of nowhere. The whole penthouse room is silent, and everyone is busy doing their own thing, and then suddenly a sharp “a-CHOO!” would scare the living shit out of everyone. When they all snap their heads to look at him, Soryu acts like nothing ever happened.
Baba: Like, his sneezes have so much build-up and anticipation that you’d think he’d be roaring after. But no, it’s just a weird, anti-climactic “ah-AH-AHHHHHHHH-choo.”
Ota: Poor Ota sneezes like a rapid fire gun. Once he starts sneezing, he could go on for as long as it takes, depending on how dusty a place is. One time, he managed to reach a whopping 21 times, but by then, his face was so red and he sprayed everyone with his germs.
Mamoru: This guys sneezes like a beast. Like, you can feel the whole penthouse shake whenever he sneezes. Plus, he doesn’t really cover his mouth like he’s supposed to, so everyone’s pissed at him because they’re covered with his nasty spray. Ota and Baba once caught his sneeze on film, and it was glorious.
Shuichi: Nobody knows if he actually sneezes. If you ask Hikaru, though, he’ll tell you a different story. Apparently, this guy tries to hold in his sneezes all day, so when he finally gets home and is 100% sure that nobody’s looking, he explodes.
Luke: Polite sneezer. His sneezes aren’t as obnoxious as Eisuke’s or as loud as Mamoru’s. He always has a handkerchief prepared, or anything to cover his mouth, really. He wouldn’t allow himself to spread those nasty germs. That’s just gross.
Hikaru: Whenever this guy sneezes, it’s a mess. Like, he covers his mouth with his hand, but you can tell that he slobbered all over it. He always begs for tissue from the nearest person, and it’s almost a pitiful sight to see.
Bonus - MC: She, bless her soul, has the cutest sneeze. It comes out like a little “chew!”, almost like a puppy or a kitten. She doesn’t want to spread her germs around, so she always covers her mouth with her elbow or a hanky. Interestingly enough, after she sneezes, you can hear eight voices screaming “BLESS YOU!” in varying degrees of loudness.
“I slept with your fiance,” Jiyong’s voice is monotonous, his face shows off no emotion whatsoever. He doesn’t bother to look at you and your broken expression.
“You son of a bitch,” Mino tightens his fists and charges at Jiyong who seems equally as pissed off. You watch the scene in front of you unfold. The two men began swinging at eachother viciously trying to get the other one down on the floor.
Description: After a heartfelt arguement with Mino you open up to him about your past. All hell breaks loose when he Jiyong shows up at your apartment.
“You’re so selfish!” Mino hollers. He slams the door shut once he’s entered your shared apartment. You don’t stop to look at his face because you know that if you look at him, you’ll react horribly.
‘You take and you take and you don’t know when to stop taking!” His voice sharpens the longer he speaks.
You try to brush him off and tune him out like you tune everyone else out but for some reason you can’t. Every word hits you and engraves itself in your head and you know very well that when you’re alone, they;ll come back to haunt you.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” He grabs your arm and spins you around to face him. You put on your famous poker face, the one that you have mastered after so many years of being screamed at by loved ones.
That’s when you really see him. The Mino that you had created stands in front of you. His eyes are red rimmed. You don’t know whether it was from the soju or if if there were actual tears in his eyes. His bottom lip was swollen from biting it on the way home preventing himself from screaming at you in front of the taxi driver. But now he really wasn’t holding back.
“You keep taking,” Mino’s voice softens as do his eyes. You can see the way he’s almost begging you to defend yourself, to at least attempt to convince him that you weren’t selfish. To his misfortune he and you both knew you were. “You’ve taken everything,” he glanced up at the ceiling and tried to swallow down the cries that were beginning to emerge from deep inside of him.
He begins to slowly back you up against the wall. You feel your back press against the cool brick, he cages you. He places his hands on either side of your head and bend down, he cranes his neck so that the two of you see eye to eye. Mino desperately searches for any emotion in your dark eyes. Little does he know that you’ve perfected the art of masking your feelings. After all, it was an art that your future career demanded.
“Give me something, anything.” he begs. You can feel his cold breath against your cheek as he slowly brings his face towards you. His lips brush on yours as he whispers, “please,”
Request: Shawn comes back from a celebrity party really
wasted and Y/n worries and they get into an argument but the make-up and y/n is
all like “You smell like a wet dog” / You’re seriously like a man-child / “You
cannot banish me! This is my bed too!”
a/n: hiiii!! this is just a little short one but i hope y’all enjoy it!! i’ll be watching the grammy’s tonight so if you’re tuning in as well we should chat about it! i have a really busy few weeks coming up so i’ll try and get more writings up as soon as i can! but school is my top priority! i hope y’all are having a nice end/start to your week!!💜💜💜
after three in the morning when you heard the door unlock to your apartment. Shawn wasn’t very careful going about his
actions either. You heard him fling his
shoes off as they loudly came in contact with the floor, you heard him stomp
down the hall until he paused his movements for a moment.
There was a
part of you that wanted to be mad at him.
He promised he wouldn’t some home late, yet here he was trailing in
after three in the morning. But then
again, you knew he was out having a good time with his friends.
into the room, trying to be quiet, which backfired on him when he opened the
door too fast and fell face first on the floor.
so this one day, we were all at lunch, and since it was the start of a new school year, we got too many students and many of us had to sit on the floor. my friends and i were part of the group that sat on the floor.
fast forward about 15-20 minutes. a large group of people begins forming in a very huddled circle in the central quad area, and i was like “oh, some people are probably fighting again,” since that’s what happens when a couple of people fight in school areas. everyone huddles up and watches the fight. a few seconds later everyone in the huddle is screaming “FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT” repeatedly and not too long after that a school administrator went to go split up the group because they didn’t want anything to get hurt.
note the fact that i was sitting on the floor and watching from a distance, so i couldn’t see anything through everyone’s legs. after the administration cleared them all off, i could see what they were fighting over
and on the floor were
HALF THE SCHOOL SQUADDED UP TO WATCH PEOPLE PLAY YU-GI-OH.
Please imagine hugging Junkrat. Like we’ve all seen the photo of Reaper hugging him and he’s super happy but ima gine it. He’s super excited, probably doing his ridiculous giggling he does, letting himself feel this for a while before hugging back. Lets be real he’d lift you off the floor. He’d spin you around. If you backed off too soon for him he’ll grab your waist and hug you there which would probably keep your arms to your sides but he doesn’t care because you did it first, so you must care about him in some way right?? He’d probably hug you all the time after that, or at least wrapping an arm around you. He’d get protective because “ Listen mate this is my friend and I will blow you up if you make a wrong move on them. We HUGGED. We’re close. Move along, pally.”
“Alright guys, so I think everything is ready to head over to Y/N’s to set up the prank.” Joe spoke into his camera as he double checked the bags that were piled on the floor. “She is due back form work in roughly 3 hours so hopefully I can get in, set up the prank and have time to hide before she gets home.”
Joe’s phone dinged, a message coming through fro his Uber that had arrived outside of his building. He turned off the camera before shoving it in his pocket, grabbing the bags and heading out the door.
“Okay, lets get this started.” Joe said flicking on the light in his girlfriends bedroom after he had let himself in.
Joe kept his camera recoding after setting it down on her dresser being sure to capture enough so he could edit it into a time lapse later. He bent down and unzipped one of the bags he had brought over from his flat, pulling out a giant bag of clothes pegs that he planned on using to redecorate Y/N’s room.
After joe had finished pegging Y/N’s bed, curtains, carpet and other objects sprawled across her room, he moved himself, another bag of pegs and his camera into the bathroom where he continued to peg various objects until there was nothing that was left unpegged.
“So I still have so many pegs left over and have about 45 mins until Y/N comes home, I think I’m going to peg her wardrobe” Joe said into his camera as he looked down at the remainder of the pegs that were still in his bag.
A little less than an hour later, the sound of keys jingling could be heard throughout the house. Joe had set up a few GoPros in the bedroom and bathroom before he decided to hide himself in her wardrobe behind her clothes.
Y/N made her way through her flat, dropping her purse and coat onto her worktop before making her way towards her room to change out of her clothes. She stopped in her tracks when her eye caught a glimpse of something on the floor. She moved her gaze from the phone in her hands to a peg stuck to her carpet. Her eyes moved to the next peg and the next before she finally lifted her head to take in the new state of her room.
“What the hell?” She said quietly looking at around for any sign of her boyfriend. “Joe?”
She kicked a few pegs out of her way as she moved further into her room instantly spotting the GoPro balanced on her headboard.
“JOSEPH!” she yelled as she turned around heading back to the hallway. “I know you’re here you dick!”
When Joe didn’t emerge out of his hiding spot, she decided she’d have to find him herself. Y/N kicked more pegs out of her way as she made her way over to her ensuite, her mouth falling open after seeing that Joe hadn’t left anything in her bathroom untouched either.
“Bloody hell Joe. You better still be here” Y/N said looking behind the door for her boyfriend.
With no luck, she turned back into her room heading straight for her wardrobe knowing that that was the only other possible place he could be hiding. She gripped the handles and flung the doors open. Without fail Joe jumped out camera in hand in attempts to scare his girlfriend but failing this time.
Y/N stood looking at Joe, an unamused expression on her face as Joe laughed into his camera.
“What is this?” She finally asks trying her best to hold back her own laughs.
“’This’ is a win for Suggy!” Joe said smiling into his camera.
“Um no its not because you are clearing this up” Y/N said poking a finger into Joe’s chest.
Joe closed out his video, apologizing for pranking Y/N and not-so-sincerly promising to not do it again.
“Clean this up” Y/N said pulling the pegs off a hoodie she had taking out of the wardrobe.
“Why, you don’t like what I’ve done with the place?” Joe said making his way over to the GoPro to turn it off and toss it in his bag.
“Not really. Where do you even come up with things like this?”
“These are just the thoughts the run through my mind at night love” Joe said wrapping his arms around Y/N’s torso pressing his lips against her neck lightly.
“Well you should’ve thought about the consequences of your actions Sugg” She said shrugging him off of her.
“Why do you say that?” Joe asked watching her change into her hoodie and trackie bottoms.
“Because, look at my bed.” She said pulling on her bottoms. “Can’t do anything in that when there are pegs all over the place now can we?”
Y/N stood watching the expressions on her boyfriends face change from confused to one of his infamous smirks.
“Did you have something in mind love?”
“I did but not anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well we could be doing other things beside having a conversation about pegs but it doesn’t really matter now, I’m too tired.” Y/N said walking past her boyfriend and towards her kitchen.
“We can take them off the bed Y/N” Joe said following her out of the room.
“Yeah but then I could step on them in the middle of the night. Honestly its fine, you can go home and I’ll pick everything up.”
“What? No I’m not going home, you have a spare room, and a couch-”
“I really want to sleep in my bed tonight, seeing that I was yours all weekend.” Y/N said over her shoulder as she rummaged through her fridge.
“Y/N,” Joe said not really knowing what else to say.
“Yeah?” Y/N raised an amused eyebrow as she turned back around anticipating what her boyfriend was going to say next.
“You’re a tease” Joe narrowed his eyes are her finally realizing what she was doing.
“And your a dick who just struck out for tonight. Sorry bud.” She said before turning back to her fridge, pulling out ingredients for dinner. When she turned back around, Joe was gone, the faint sound of pegs being piled together coming from her bedroom.
“That room better be sparking clean before I even consider taking back what I said!” Y/N said smile to herself as she started preparing dinner for the two of them.
My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.
Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.
I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.
“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.
“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.
I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor
“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”
“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.
“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”
“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”
Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.
“There’s no place like home.”
I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.
I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.
The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.
I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.
“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.
“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.
“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.
He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”
Thanks Clint, see you soon.“
"Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.
Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.
I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.
“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.
“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?
“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.
He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”
A/N: Part two of my A/B/O series based on the song prompt “Magic Man” by Heart for @dr-dean’s a/b/o writing challenge. Sorry it took a while, had some real life stuff to get taken care of. This picks up right where part 1 leaves off. Hope this isn’t a disappointment after that wait. Many thanks to @roxy-davenport and @kayteonline for the support and beta work on this part. And many thanks to you for reading it! I love feedback, and hope you enjoy it.
“Okay. Okay,” you whisper to yourself, “Okay.” You think if you say it enough, you’ll be fine. It takes a few tries, but you finally hit the button for the correct floor. Your eyes squeeze shut as you think about Charlie’s words, ‘You’re experiencing a heat.’
“No,” you scoff out loud to yourself. “No, just think. Travel. Stress. Dirty bathrooms. It’s just that. I’m just sick. Break it down. Just think.” You nod with each point, keeping your eyes closed to focus on your mental checklist, trying to drag the focus away from the pain in the pit of your stomach; from the heat simmering just below your skin. Trying to block out the image of the man with Charlie - Mr. Smith. The way he flustered you with just one look, the way that your body itched to-
“No. Okay. Baby steps,” you tell yourself, dragging your focus back to the task at hand: getting home. The simple task feels like too much work, your muscles seem to be begging you to just flatten out on the ground. You fight against it, gripping the handrail with sweaty, slick palms. The car bounces to a stop, opening to reveal the harsh fluorescent lights of your floor.
I am stupidly excited to finish that one, friend. I am weak to the pre-war.
You want an excerpt? I got an excerpt. It’s still WIP Wednesday over here, after all.
Steve had been
sitting on Walt’s lap, a reward for the bruise he’d earned defending
Fran’s honour against the new piano player, whose hands had wandered
a little too far off his keys, when he spotted the curve of Bucky’s
ear and the wicked white line of his teeth on the dance floor,
pressed up against Teddy like he wanted to crawl under her skin and
never leave. Steve’s first thought, in a frantic succession of
thoughts that should have started with what the everloving fuck is
Bucky Barnes doing in a queer bar? was whether Bucky knew what he
was getting himself into, on account of Teddy having a reputation as
a real fast girl. Not that anybody with brains ever said it in a mean way, but just as plain fact—Theodore “Teddy” Plaskow
was the kind of pansy who never went home alone, and if you danced
the last set with Teddy, everybody knew what you’d be doing fifteen
minutes from closing. The way Bucky was moving, the energy in his
feet and the intensity in his face, the way he got sometimes when his
blood came up and he’d do anything short of howl at the moon to get
it out of himself, Steve thought: probably he does know exactly what
Bucky’d spun Teddy
into a perfect crocodile roll right about then, and the table next to
Steve’s started an appreciative whooping. Steve turned around just
in case Bucky looked their way, adjusting his arm over Walt’s
shoulders, risking a glance back at Walt’s face when Walt made an
“Friend of mine
pitching woo to Teddy,” Steve explained. “Don’t want to throw
off his moves.”
surprised,” said Fran, low. Then, higher: “Or do you think he’ll
Steve had said, before Edie could march over and grab Bucky by the
ear. Steve was pretty sure about that, anyway. Not that they’d ever
said it in so many words, but—Christ, they lived out of each
other’s pockets, and Bucky wasn’t stupid. “Just don’t think he’s
expecting me to be here.”
“Neither were you,
viz: him,” Walt said. He’d turned around and stared until Steve
shoved his cheek from behind and made him face front. “And you
live with that sheik? Gosh, Stevie, I don’t have your
self-control. I’d’ve climbed that like a tree years ago.”
said, mock-stern and motherly. “Think of the poor boy’s
“His or mine?”
Steve asked, to general laughter. “Anyway, he wouldn’t be shocked
none. He buys the bluesies, same as you.”
“Stevie, baby, I’m
dying here,” said Walt. “Spill, before he flies off to Mars with
Teddy Bear. Does he cook? Does he sing? Oh lord, does he box?”
“He never puts a
shirt on at home,” Steve offered, conciliatory, and Walt put a hand
to his forehead in despair.
“I feel like I’m gonna pass out.” Justin managed to say in between getting sick and catching his breath.
Not long after you got Justin back in to his bed he quickly fell asleep.
After you were sure Justin was asleep you made your way back in to the bathroom in an attempt to clean up the mess. You tied the garbage bag from the trash can and placed another bag in it. You picked up the tissues off the floor and placed them in the trash can. Walking out of the bathroom you took the trash can with you placing it on the floor next to the bed in case Justin needed it again.
As you walked down the stairs you considered making some soup for Justin to help him get something in his stomach, but decided you would wait a little so you didn’t need to wake him up so he could eat it. He needed the rest.
After throwing away the bag from the trash can you walked in to the large kitchen and washed your hands. You walked over to the fridge looking for something to snack on. You decided to grab an apple to cut up. Walking to the counter you set the apple down and went on the search for a knife. After locating a knife you began to walk back to counter.
“Y/N” You heard Justin shout.
You put the knife down and ran up the stair in a hurry. Walking in to Justin’s room you seen him sitting on the floor leaned up against the bed with his eyes closed. He was getting sick again.
“I feel like I’m gonna pass out.” Justin managed to say in between getting sick and catching his breath.
“Just relax baby you probably still have a fever and your blood sugar is probably low since you can’t keep anything down.” You reassured.
You quickly made your way back to the bathroom to get another cold face cloth and the thermometer this time.
Walking back in the room you grabbed Justin’s drink and tissues from off the bed handing them to him. You sat down next to him placing the cold face cloth on the back of his neck. Once again Justin shivered as it touched his skin. He blew his nose and attempted to sip his drink slowly before throwing up again.
Once Justin had calmed down a bit you were able to successfully take his temperature. Placing the thermometer in his mouth Justin leaned his head on your shoulder as you guys waited for the beep signaling it was done reading his temperature.
“You’re burning up baby, I think we should go to the hospital.” You suggested.
You helped Justin get up off the floor as you guys slowly made your way downstairs and into the car.
Once you got to the hospital Justin gave his information to the nurse and went through the triage process.
After waiting for a long time finally his name was called and it was his turn to see the doctor.
“Well Justin you seem to be pretty sick. You have a very high fever and seeing as you couldn’t provide us with a urine sample I’m worried that you’re very dehydrated. We’re going to admit you to give you some fluids via IV to get you re-hydrated, give you something for your fever and something that will hopefully help your stomach.” The doctor announced.
The IV was inserted in to Justin’s right arm and he was given the medication. After the chaotic day Justin didn’t have trouble falling asleep in your arms.
So I obviously decided to make a part two, hope you guys liked it. Don’t forget to put in your request and give me your feed back :)
Xiumin- Since he is the oldest one, he would
approach it more mature. I fell like Xiumin values his relationships with people a lot. So he would try to make what had just happened to not change your relationship. Only, if he knew he liked you and knew that you liked him as well, he would go for it.’‘You like me, I like you this accident just makes things better’‘
Suho- I can bet, he would get so flustered. He wouldn’t know what to say or do, after he quickly got off of you. While you would be still on the floor shocked he would help you get up, because his just such a gentleman.’‘I……..sorry…..?….Uhm…’‘ you bet he would be lost.
Lay- This poor baby would be confused af. He wouldn’t understand how you feel off the sofa and dragged him with you, while making him accidentally kiss you.’’How…..in the world…..did you even do that?’’ He wouldn’t try anything though, he would just let it slide.
Baekhyun- He would definitely get embarrassed, awkward about it,trying to laugh it off ’’I…..I……didn’t-’’, he would still like it since he knows that you like him and likes you back. The fact he wouldn’t be able to do it while thinking about doing it, would play big role. Since he is all for skinship, the only problem is that at start he would have a bit of trouble starting something.
Chen- His such a little shit tease. Even if it was his fault, he would try to make it to be your fault ‘‘Hey, why did you have to do that? Did you want to kiss me that much?’‘, just because that’s how he jokes around.’‘I did it? I’m pretty sure you’re the one that fell, not me’‘. He would be nice though, he wouldn’t go for it, he’d get flustered and embarrassed that it was his fault, so he would try to joke about it, but the big grin on his face would kinda give it away.
Chanyeol- He would get so embarrassed afterwards, he would still go for it since he knows that you both like each other. He’d be so adorable about it though, after the kiss he would be lost, not knowing what to say or if he even has to say something, so you would be the first one to say something.’‘So…..that was nice?…’‘, you bet he would be smiling so hard his cheeks would hurt afterwards, ‘‘Y-Yeah….’‘.
Kyungsoo- Satan would be kind of proud of it I feel like, if he knew that you liked him and he liked you, he would use the situation for good.’‘I was waiting for the right moment, but I guess it came by itself.’‘ Of course he would only do that if he knew that you both liked each other.’‘So, this wasn’t planned?’‘ I feel like Satan wouldn’t be so shy with someone he likes, he would be quite forward I think.’‘No, but it wasn’t that bad was it?’‘ While you would be shook he would be so happy with himself ’‘N-No…it was n-nice..’‘, that he finally moved your guys’ relationship forward.
Kai- Even if it was an accident he would be still happy that it happened. Since he was also waiting for the right moment, he could never find the right time or place. He would most likely go for it, if you two liked each other, but he wouldn’t make the kiss last forever, it would be a sweet and memorable kiss. He would find your reaction extremely adorable, so he wouldn’t be able to not smile, since in his eyes you were a goddess.’‘You’re so beautiful’‘, he would say stuff that would make you blush even more ‘‘S-stop it…Jongin’‘, you would be dead thanks to him ‘‘Sorry, I can’t help it.’‘
Sehun- Everyone knows that Sehun is such a little shit tease, he would be proud af of himself. At first he would get a little bit flustered, but he would just turn into such a tease, not letting you ever forget that this happened. Nonetheless he would go for it, only if he knew you liked him and if he liked you. But he would never shut up about it ’‘Admit it, you enjoyed that’‘, so prepare yourself.
“Oh my god,” you said, waking up to the sound of something hitting the floor.
Spencer’s head popped up from underneath the covers. “What was that? What happened?” he sputtered.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, wondering if you’d ever know a good night’s sleep ever again. “I think Junior is up,” you said, throwing the covers off your body, “and it sounds like something fell off of the refrigerator.” Just over four years ago, about eight months after your wedding, you’d had Spencer Morgan Reid and just six months earlier, you’d had your baby girl, Elia Brooke. Your nights were filled with late night and early morning feedings, story time with Junior and generally just running around like chickens with their heads cut off, never truly resting. Despite the chaotic nature of your marriage, you made sure to make time as a family and with each other.
Your parents moved to DC shortly after Junior was born, so at least once a week, they took the kids, so you and Spencer could spend some quality time together. Many times, it would just involve a quiet dinner and some slow lovemaking, but on occasion, you allotted your time to some kinky endeavors. As parents, you didn’t have as much time as you used to, but you never let that side of you disappear. After all, it’s how you met your Kinky Prince Charming.
“Junior!” you yelled on your way out of the bedroom. “What did daddy and I tell you about going into the refrigerator by yourself?”
Spencer had headed to the kitchen before, so when you turned the corner, you saw your husband, looking down in a mix of love and exasperation at your son. “What happened here?” you asked him, before turning to see Junior.
You wanted to be mad, but he was so damn cute. Chocolate cake had been had the night before and there were a couple of slices leftover in the refrigerator - well, now there was one less. Your four-year-old son had cake and frosting all over his face. “Little man…really?”
“I like cake,” he said, looking slightly ashamed, but mostly excited he got to have cake for breakfast.
Spencer bent down to meet his son’s gaze. “I know mommy makes delicious chocolate cake, but you can’t eat it for breakfast. If you want some more, you have to have it after dinner, okay?” He took a warm, damp rag to Junior’s face, wiping the remnants of chocolate crumbs off his face. “How did you cake on your eyelid, Junior?” he laughed.
A low, steady cry drew your attention to the nursery, Elia was awake and needed food. God, you were tired.
“Do you want me to grab this feeding?” your husband asked, reaching toward the refrigerator for some of breast milk you’d pumped the day before. Your boobs hurt just thinking about it.
“No, that’s okay, love,” you said, kissing him on the lips and then your son on the forehead. “Why don’t you grab bath time for messy man and I’ll grab Elia. Mommy’s boobies are coming, baby girl!” you screamed as your daughter’s cries intensified.
It was a Saturday, so you both had off from work. The BAU had a rare day off and you had hired another employee to work some shifts at the shop after you’d had Spencer Jr.
The day went by in a blur, as it normally did now that you had two children, but tonight was date night. Your parents were driving in from their house 30 minutes away that they’d moved into after Junior was born. Spencer was taking you to a restaurant you’d never been to before - an Indian restaurant about 20 minutes away that was basically in the middle of nowhere. You both loved Indian food and never really had the chance to have it, so you figured why not go a little out of the way. The grandparents wanted all the time they could get with Spencer and Elia, so you always took an extra-long date night when they agreed to babysit.
“Hey, Mom. Dad,” you said, opening the door in your tea length white dress decorated with a navy blue lace overlay. You never got the chance to wear heels anymore. Heels with a pre-schooler and a six-month old? Not likely, so you decided to wear your nude colored heels along with your dress. “Thank you for coming over. We need date night.”
“I’m just sorry we couldn’t come over last week,” your mother said, taking Elia from your arms.
“How’s my favorite granddaughter?” your mother said, rubbing her nose against your little girl’s.
“Hey mom,” Spencer said to your mother as he turned the corner. “Dad. Thank you for coming over.”
“Not a problem, honey,” your mother said, kissing your husband on the cheek. “More time with the grandbabies for us. Never a bad thing.”
“Ready?” Spencer asked, turning toward you and grabbing your hand. You shook your head and turned back to your parents. “Thank you again, guys. And Junior,” you said, giving your best stern mom-look, “no stealing cake from the refrigerator. Be good for Nanny and Pop Pop.”
“Ok,” he said, looking as cute as a button, “Love you mommy and daddy.”
“We love you too, little man,” Spencer said, blowing him a kiss.
As you walked down the stairs, it immediately felt like when you were dating. You both felt it was the key to a lasting relationship. Continue dating and you’ll never lose the other. His mother was right; a long time ago, when you’d only recently started dating, she’d said that routine was the marriage killer - and it very easily could be, so you made it a priority to date each other, even now.
Once at the restaurant, Spencer hopped out of the car, walking around to your side to open the door. “Always My Kinky Prince Charming,” you said, extending your hand. “You really weren’t kidding about this place being in the middle of nowhere.” It was on a city block, but it was one that next to no one ever frequented, except for the occasional businessman early in the morning.
Minutes later, you were seated at your table and quickly decided on your meals. Spencer ordered the Murg Shahi Korma, a chicken breast in a cream sauce with bell peppers, almond and raisins. You hadn’t had super spicy food in ages, so you went with the Masala Macchhli, which was mahi mahi in a hot curry sauce topped with roasted red chiles. Spencer loved spicy food too, but his stomach couldn’t tolerate the stuff anymore.
Although on a date, the conversation quickly fell back into kids, feedings, changing, story times and school days. Junior had just started preschool and was already showing signs of taking after his father’s genius. You had a meeting with the school principal the next week to discuss his status. Your meals arrived about fifteen minutes later and you both dug in, making all kinds of yummy noises. “Oh my god,” you exclaimed, fanning the fire in your mouth, “holy fuck this is hot.”
“But it’s delicious, right?” he asked, laughing as you chugged a half a glass of ice water.
Nothing was tamping down the fire in your mouth. “Yes,” you said, still fanning the flames, “but I feel like a fire-breathing dragon right now.” You proceeded to blow hot curry air into your husband’s face.
“I have never wanted you more,” he said sarcastically. Although from the look in his eye, he wasn’t being entirely sarcastic.
You hadn’t had sex in about a week and a half; you were getting a little cranky. “Do you think after the kids are down tonight, we might be able to…?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.
“Actually,” he said, after asking the waiter for a take-home box, “that’s kind of why I chose this restaurant.”
“Huh?” you asked, “I don’t see the connection.”
“Well,” he said, looking around to ensure no one was paying attention, “remember when we first started dating, we both said we might enjoy a little exhibition…well, no one comes down this block - ever. So maybe…”
You couldn’t see yourself, but you would bet money on the fact that your eyes had dilated to twice their normal size. “You wanna fuck me up against the wall out back?”
Please say yes. Please say yes. Your mind kept repeating.
“Yes,” he said quickly, “More than anything at the moment.”
“Well, get the damn bill then. Let’s go, man,” you laughed. Immediately, he turned towards the waiter to signal for the check.
About ten minutes later, you had dropped your leftover food in the car and proceeded to walk down the street - making it look like you were just going for a walk. Once Spencer had ensured there was no one around, he guided you between two buildings.
“I’m embarrassingly wet right now,” you said, as your husband backed you up against the brick wall. His lips traveled down the nape of your neck as you climbed on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.
With your back against the wall, thankfully buffered by the material of your dress, you reached between you, unbuckling his belt just enough to release his length from his pants. Ever so gently, he raked his fingers up the length of your slit, and subsequently placed his slickened fingers into your mouth. “You are very wet already,” he laughed, as you moaned into his mouth.
Neither of you wanted to push getting caught, although it was the allure of what you were doing, so Spencer reached down, pulling your panties to the side. With one slick movement, he pushed his length inside you, thrusting sharply and quickly, grunting with each breath.
Your eyes fluttered closed as he continued his movements, almost not caring if someone caught you - this was so fucking hot, but you were going to come in a matter of seconds. You felt Spencer near his own release and went to your patented move - grazing your fingernails gently over the skin at his waist. It was enough to cause him to lose it almost every time. “Oh, fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, as he pinned you even tighter against the wall.
“Fuck…me…” you whispered, clasping your legs even tighter as the tremors started to roll through you.
“Holy fuck, Y/N,” Spencer breathed, taking your mouth in his as he rode out his own high. “That was so hot.”
“Right?” you said, through a half-lidded gaze. You put your legs back on the ground, careful to use the wall as leverage; your legs felt like jelly. You and your husband continued your sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as you readjusted his belt. “We should do that again some time.”
He’d just fucked you senseless up against the wall of a building, but you both peeked outside of the alley, checking if anyone was in the vicinity before walking out.
A shiver shot up your spine as you returned to the car, ready to relieve your parents of changing diapers and random feedings. “Good thing we didn’t get caught,” you said, as Spencer pulled out of the parking space.
“Definitely,” he said, the smile on his face betraying exactly what you’d just done. “I don’t really fancy telling our kids one day that the reason I got arrested was because I was fucking their mother senseless in public.”
You snorted. He wasn’t always so vulgar with his language. That was your territory, but when he did, you found it hysterical. “Yea, that would be a bit embarrassing. Speaking of which, you need to wipe that sex-satisfied smirk off of your face by the time we get home. My parents aren’t profilers, but anyone could see through the look on your face right now.”
“Sorry,” he said, wiping his hand over his face, trying to cover the satisfaction he was feeling. Immediately, his face went back to smugly satisfied. “Dammit,” he said, laughing hysterically, “It’s not going to be that easy, Y/N.”