but never before has it fitted so perfectly

Bering & Wells: Split Screen #60 Brady Bunch Edition

My Riverdale Killer Therory

Oh boy, this is going to be long.

So we know that Riverdale is a popular show, and the writers knew it was gonna be popular and a lot of people are gonna watch it because Archie comics and all, so they were obviously prepared for a season two, now we don’t know that there’s gonna be a season two but it’s a new show, it’s on Netflix and cw, so yeah there’s probably gonna be a season two.

Keeping this is mind, the killer CANNOT be either of the four main characters aka Archie, Jughead, Ronnie or Betty. I mean think about it, if say the killer is Betty, the show won’t be the same in seaosn two. The writers need to keep these things in mind for the show to be successful and to keep the ratings up.

Next, who are the characters who are most suspicious? We have two atm. That’s Cheryl and Ms grundy. Too suspicious don’t ya think. All the evidence points towards the two of them (or either) now the characters who are very suspicious are seldom the culprits, so they’re most probably ruled out. Now I’m not saying that these suspicious characters don’t have any involvement in his death. Maybe they do. But they can’t be the ones who actually killed him.

Okay next, we have the elders aka the parents. That’s very very unlikely…wtf would they have to do with Jason blossom right? Even if they do, we’ll find out later on.

Now there’s one more character, we haven’t met her yet, but most of the fandom already suspects her. That’s Polly. But hear me out. Killers are always presentthrough the entire thing. They need to be present in the pilot, they need to be at the crime scenes, they need to have involvement with other characters. Polly has none of the above. The only thing she does have is a motive to kill Jason. I’ll explain later why characters who have a motive are almost never the killers.

Now who are we left with? The minor characters aka Josie, Kevin, Moose and Reggie. Now see, Josie Moose and Reggie are very minor. The only reason they’re probably on the show is character fulfilment because Riverdale is supposed to have all the comic book characters.

Now on to the killer. The killer is always in the pilot, alWAYS. Check Kevin. The killer is always supposed to seem innocent. Check Kevin. He’s always supposed to be at the scene of crime. Check Kevin. He’s supposed to be friends with all the characters. Check. .
It’s Kevin Keller. Or should I say Kevin Killer. He found Jason’s body. Think about it. Nobody, not even the police found Jason’s body for weEKS but suddenly when Kevin goes there with Moose, he finds the body. He’s the sheriffs son, so nobody could suspect him, he’d cover up his tracks well. Kevin is friends with everyone; Betty, Ronnie, Jughead, Cheryl, Archie you name it. He’s in the pilot. He’s in all four episodes. He’s not too major but not too minor. He fits perfectly, and the writers have his whole romance as a way of throwing suspicion off him. Plus, always remember, the killer never has a motive before he is revealed. His motive is always told after he is revealed as the killer. Characters who have obvious motives for killing Jason are probably not the killers.

So yeah that’s my theory lmao

One Missed Call Part 3

A/N: Alright here we go! Last part. I’m super excited about this one. Let’s find out what happens to Emma… Enjoy! 

Hey it’s Shawn. Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, but just leave a message and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible. *beeps* 

Hi, Shawn? It’s me. I feel stupid calling like this, but this is just to tell you to stop calling, okay? I saw you today… saw you with Emma. Thought we could move past this. Thought I could at least. Figured the news of the baby would make you wanna work on things more. Seeing you with her today, helped me realize that you have some unfinished ties that I want nothing apart of. So I’m sorry Shawn. Don’t think I’ll be coming home anytime soon. So again, please stop trying to contact me. Goodbye. *beeps*

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Lies - Sidney Crosby (smut)

Requested by anon: Hey I was the Crosby anon I literally just sent one in but I changed my mind about the second one (that is, if you do it) you have a one night stand with him but you guys are secretly seeing each other and texting after & he has a girlfriend and you have a boyfriend and then guys break it off but then later you run into each other at an event and it’s awkward but you find yourselves alone and then you get into a huge argument and then he kisses you in the middle and then you have passionate sex?

A/N: I hope you like it! I’m quite with how it turned up.

Word count: 1433


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Originally posted by tyler91seguin

What is he doing here? I ask myself, taking another glass of champagne from one of the waiters that are walking around. From all the places that I thought I could run into Sidney Crosby, the Pittsburgh Museum Gala wasn’t one of them, and now I’m getting face to face with my biggest mistake.

Sidney and I met six months ago in a bar. He was celebrating with the team, I don’t even remember why they were that happy anymore, and I was there with my friends. Neither of us is a party person, so we found ourselves just chatting, sitting on stools at the bar and looking how his and my friends got wasted and misbehaved. I’ve convinced myself that i must have been drunk as well, because I wouldn’t have done what I did if I wasn’t intoxicated. Sidney offered to accompany me home and when we got to my house I asked him if he wanted to come in. He did. And we didn’t even make it to front door without getting our hands on each other. Mistake numero uno, my friends.

Mistake numero dos was even worse, because if that night had been a mistake, the next two months we spent texting and seeing each other in secret were the epitome of foolishness. We just couldn’t stop. We couldn’t get enough of each other. But then things changed; Jeremy proposed. Yes, I have a boyfriend, now fiancé, and Sidney has a girlfriend.

Jeremy and I have been dating for four years, and I spent six months of those four years cheating on him with another man. I’m not proud of it, but when he proposed I decided to make it right for him and just stop whatever I had with Sidney. I cut ties and never looked back… until now.

He is looking good, but again, when isn’t he? The tailored black suit fits him perfectly and black on black has always been my favorite combination for a man. He is walking around, being stopped by everyone; he is Pittsburgh’s favorite man. I look at him, pretending to pay attention to the conversation I’m supposedly having with a couple other guests.

It seems like forever before he lays his eyes on me and I can see the surprise on his eyes. He walks towards us, but I don’t want to have this conversation, not now, not never, so I excuse myself and walk away before he can reach me, blending myself with the crowd so he can’t find me. I know he is looking for me so I can only hide or leave, but the awards haven’t even been given and I cannot just go home to Jeremy, so hiding it is. It is cold out and the terrace is empty, so I choose this spot to hide. The night is clear and frosty, and my strapless dress doesn’t cover enough skin; I shiver, hugging myself when I feel something covering my shoulders. I turn around and I see him.

“(y/n).” He says and I almost purr because of the way my name plays on his lips.

“Sidney.” I answer him and I can see him looking at the ring on my finger.

“I guess I should congratulate you.” He points at my hand and I swallow hard.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

The air is tense, charged with electricity and unspoken words. I knew that the day would come but I’m nowhere near ready to have this conversation, but Sidney is and he is not going to let this chance go.

“Why?” He asks. Why what? Why did I stop answering? Why didn’t I even say goodbye? Why were we doing it in the first place?

“It wasn’t good for any of us.” I say, leaning on the balustrade. “It was all a big lie.”

“A lie?” He asks angrily, curling his hands into fists. “How was it a lie, (y/n)? Because it sure as hell didn’t seem like a lie when you were moaning in my bed.”

I can feel my face heating up, remembering all the nights that I spent on his bed while Jeremy thought that I was away on a trip for work.

“But I have Jeremy and you have your girlfriend.” I reply, looking to my feet so he can’t see how flustered I am. “It wasn’t fa…”

“I was going to leave her.” He yells and that leaves me speechless. “Hell, I did leave her. I told her everything. But then you disappeared and I can see why.”

“He proposed and…” I try to explain, but he cuts me off.

“But it was easier for you to just say yes.” He says, getting closer to me.

“I love him.” I defend myself and he chuckles ironically.

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Out Of Sight Part 4 - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by willynylanders

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1854

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

*Your POV*

You press your ear to the cold wooden door waiting for conversation to be made, hands on either side of your head. Your insides are bubbling up from curiosity. A part of you wanting to stay in the bathroom and listen, the other part begging to jump out and into his arms. The moment Willy opens the door he invites Auston in. The love of your life now standing on the other side of an inch-thick plank.

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It’s Been a While (1/2)

Summary: You knew Lance in high school but never really hung out. After a small reunion you know you’re in trouble.. (I still suck at summaries..)

Lance Tucker X Reader

Word Count: 2158

Warnings: Bad language. some sexual content. 

A/N: Okay, this is going to be split into two parts. The next part will be both smutty and angsty. Everybody who is tagged either liked my post about the fic or sent me feedback on it. If you wanna be tagged or untagged in part 2 please let me know :) (And I’m really bad with titles too..)

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

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whitefoxgirl  asked:

BTS reaction to you coming home sobbing because you didn't get the Swan Queen part and when you explained to them why didn't the director give it to you, he told you that "You have an hourglass figure, it's too seductive for a white swan." And you ask them if your butt or boobs are too big.

Thank you so much for the request ((:

BTS Reaction: When you come home sobbing from a bad audition

Would be heartbroken to say the least, seeing as you were extremely excited beforehand to get the part you were so passionate about. Jin would be the type to reassure you that you are perfectly fine the way you are and that you have many other opportunities ahead.

Originally posted by boguming

Yoongi (Suga):
He has never seen you break down before, and it was especially saddening to know that you were dying to get this part. Though I know he would never be rude or mean to be rude about just say it as it is.

“You may just not fit the role.”

While saying that, he would probably be holding a grudge at the director in the back of his mind.

He would definitely reassure you that you were were great the way you were and tell you to keep pursuing your dreams.

Originally posted by mn-yg

Namjoon (Rap Monster):

Would tell you how you were of course fine the way you were, laughing a bit out of nervousness to calm you down. He would try his very hardest to look on the bright side, telling you this isn’t your only chance.

Originally posted by jeonskookie


Worried about what he would say, at first he would try and silently comfort you, holding and calming you down. He would probably say what you would expect, telling you you’re perfect and all that. 

I also have a feeling later on he would go on a hunt through open auditions, surprising you with a ton of new parts that are open and cheer you on.

Originally posted by theseoks

Hoseok (Jhope):

This ball of emotion would probably be on the verge of shedding a tear of sympathy, seeing how passionate you were and how much time you spent just to get that part you ended up missing. Hoseok would be the type to talk you through the whole thing, maybe even pulling the director to the side another day.

In the meantime, he would pull you in for a bear hug.

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs


Hopefully i’m not getting this wrong, I’m sure he said once that a good way to comfort someone is just to listen (which is true in many cases) so he would tell you to slow down your words and explain everything that happened.

In the end he would praise you for how well you did and that you don’t need to change anything about yourself.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Taehyung (V):

I can find him getting frustrated at the director (who wouldn’t?) just at the rudeness in his tone and how he definitely could have used his words better. He would comfort you, arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulling you close.

“Please don’t cry, you have so many opportunities ahead of you.”


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New Suit { Bucky Barnes x a Reader Oneshot!}

“Can I request #6 and #7 with Bucky? 💕💕”
{ xoxoxoxo} @curiositykilledthepepe

“ Tony I’m just a hacker I don’t think-”
“ it looks great on you kid! ” Tony exclaims as he walks around you.

 When Tony suggested that you should have a cool suit you didn’t imagine this ; but you should of, he is Tony Stark after all. The suit he created was similar to Natasha’s cat suit, just with a few alterations. For some reason this suit has a deeper neckline than Nats , but it clings to your body just the same . You can feel it hug all your curves , if you didn’t feel so badass in it you’d probably feel self conscious. You turn your self around ,your eyes gliding down your reflection until they land on your ass. Holy shit. Your ass is perfectly outlined, you never really thought it looked like this. The suits shows off how round it really is. 

“ You’ve had to come out on the field before y/n, better safe than sorry . Besides ,it fits you deliciously.” tony reasons through his smirk .

“ way to make it creepy T. ”

 He rolls his eyes and waves you off. “ there’s built in holsters, and it’s bullet, and shock proof . You’re an important asset dear, gotta keep you in one piece.”

  Not even a day later you are called out on a mission . The team caught wind of a hydra base that is rumored to contain vital data . Being the talented hacker you are ,  youre task is  to shove your flash drive in  & extract all the files .

 On the jet Steve assigns everyone’s area, him & Bucky are to be your cover while you are getting the data . You know missions should be serious, but most of the time the team makes them entertaining. You get along with all of them , the only one you really  you get into arguments with is Barnes.

After adjusting to being free, coming to terms with himself and being with the team , Buckys personality blossomed . He went from a shy, quiet , to an open ,flirty & slightly annoying man. You guys are friends, but when he started being the 40’s ladies man he once was , the more he started flirting and getting on your nerves. He flirts with everyone, but sometimes you think you catch a glimmer of something else in his eyes when he does with you. You never get your hopes up though, his words never had any physical backup, sadly .

  Entering the base wasn’t as difficult as you thought, well at first . Steve pushed through the set of steel doors that are suppose to lead you To the hall containing the data lab. As soon as the doors are open, you’re under fire . Steve holds his shield in front of the two of you, while Bucky takes out the agents . When it’s clear you rush to the data lab, but a new set of agents are behind you.

“ I got it out here Buck, guard her in the lab!” Steve shouts . You watch as the onslaught of agents swarm the hall. Bucky shoves you in to the lab,bolting the door behind you.

“ we don’t have a lotta time here doll, do your thing.”
  You don’t waste time replying , instead going straight to the computer desk to start working. Where the fuck is the chair ? Whatever.
You’re bent over the desk, clicking through the files when you feel eyes on you. You slowly turn to see Bucky eyes glued to your ass.
“ my eyes are up here buddy .”
His eyes snap up to yours , a smirk stretching across his lips. You quickly turn back to the computer, praying he didn’t see the blush blooming across your cheeks.

“ that’s quite a suit y/n. It compliments you very, very well.”

“ Calm down there Romeo. I’m just about done here.” You pull out your drive , tucking it safely away in your suit. You follow Bucky out into the hall, soldiers scattered along the hall .

“ Do you think Steve only used his shield to do this? Or threw a couple punches ?” You ask ,gripping onto you gun tightly as you round the corner .

“ I don’t know doll, that guy is pretty attached to his shield .”

“ you two Realize you are on a comms system right?”
Steves voice startles you for a second . How could I forget that , whoops. You hear the others laugh in the comms.

“ well rogers , shield or hands ?” Nat asks

“ does it Matt- buck you have about 20 agents coming your way, find an alternate route NOW.”

Panic seeps through your body, you look around for a way out . Upon hearing the approaching agents ,Bucky grabs your hand and runs the other way. The first door he sees, he rips open and tosses you in, then getting himself in. Luck seems to be against you today, the room bucky forced you to hide in was a closet . A fucking closet .

“ are you kidding me right now bucky!” You harshly whisper . It’s pitch black, and your bodies are pushed right up against each other, chest to chest . You can feel his breath fanning down over your face ,

“ we didn’t have a choice , but I can’t say I mind this situation too much .”

You can hear the smirk on his face. Your hands are pressed against his chest , making your attention go to where his are .

“ Can you get your hands off my ass? Thanks.”
He lets out a hushed laugh, grabbing your ass .

“ Dude!”

“ it’s a small closet doll, can’t help it.”

“ The hallways clear guys, unless you want to continue seven minutes in heaven .” Tony says through the comms.

You feel around for the doorknob, but when you find it, it doesn’t budge.
“ doll as much as I like feeling you against me, I think it’s time to get outta here.” Bucky teases ,

“ the door is fucking locked jackass.”

“ caps on his way to find you two.”
“ thanks Clint.”

You feel buckys hands begin to grab at your butt again , this time a little harder. You bite back a moan, not wanting to give him any leverage .

“ what do you think you’re doing?”

“ just testing out a theory Dollface.”

Deciding to play along with whatever little game this is, you slide your hands from his chest up into his hair .

“ and what theory is that Bucky ?”

“ that you like it rough d-”
You tug his hair, making a deep moan slip from his lips .

“ seems like I’m not the only one.”
You hear him mumble a low “fuck “under his breathe . You can feel your heart beating faster , the closeness of your bodies, the feeling of his hands tugging on your ass is getting you more flustered than you like to admit .

Fuck it. You don’t know what possessed you to do it, but you lean up and connect your lips to his. He is responsive immediately, like he was waiting for you . His hands pull you impossibly closer while your hands tangle farther into his hair . You can feel his boner pressing against you through his tactical gear. You lightly roll your hips against him, when he parts his lips in shock you slide your tongue against his. You both moan into the kiss at the feeling . You finally part to breathe , the only sound is the two of you panting.

” guys ?“ You hear steve distantly call.

” STEVE!?“ You yell . You hear the patter of his feet , then the door is ripped open.

you untangle yourself from Bucky and nearly fall into the hallway . You can feel the blush on your face as you lock eyes with Steve.

” what-“ steve starts but you cut him off

” how many closets could there be, that it took you this long to find us ?“ You ask as you dust yourself off. You look up to see Steve smirking at Bucky, then turning to you with the same look. You look to Bucky, seeing a smirk plastered on his pink, extremely kiss swollen lips.
If his look like that means mine do too.

” I didn’t mean to literally play seven minutes In heaven Y/n.“ Tony says through his laughter. Fuck , I really need to stop forgetting about the comms.

You groan and stomp off down the hall.

” I must have really kissed you senseless, the jets the other way doll.“ Bucky shouts. You stop dead in your track , spinning on your heels to stomp the right way.

” not another fucking word .“ You warn as you pass the boys. They both howl with laughter as they follow behind you.

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

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How do I even begin to tell him how much I love him? How do I convey that his very presence makes me feel whole like never before? That even now when he kisses me my heart jumps into my throat and I can’t stop myself from smiling? Or that when he snores, or mumbles, or bumps me in his sleep, I feel so incredibly grateful that I’m the one beside him every night? How do I let him know that he has created an entirely new perspective on life for me because before I met him I didn’t think two souls could fit so perfectly together? How do I communicate these things when he leaves me at a loss for words?

Okay but reincarnation Au with vampire Yoongi meeting the new life version of his past lover. 

They’re in the middle of a giant ball happening to celebrate the merging of vampires and human working together in their town against war and the moment his eyes land on the boy smiling across the room, in his blood red and golden suit jacket, he knows it’s his lover reborn. He doesn’t even need to hear the boy’s voice or think about it twice. Just by seeing those wide doll like eyes surrounded by the dark thick lashes that fan the boy’s cheek so prettily, he knows it’s him.  

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to stand and walk up to the beautiful boy. 

“Would you dance with me please?” 

The boy giggles and Yoongi knows if his heart was still beating it would have hitched in beats because it’s the exact same giggle the past version of the boy had. It was the exact same giggle Yoongi had fallen in love with nearly two hundred years the first time he heard it. It was the exact same giggle every version of his lover carried and it was the only sounds he ever wanted to hear. 

“Okay.” The boy takes Yoongi’s hand. “But only if you tell me your name.” 

This makes Yoongi chuckle as he leads to the dance floor and although the vampire has never been much of a dancer Yoongi knows, he’d waltz away his entire life with the boy. 

My name is Yoongi, Min Yoongi.” 

The boy giggles again as he’s turned in a perfectly graceful circle before Yoongi pulls him closer. They’re in the middle of the ball room and getting such awed stares because of how beautifully they contrast each other yet look as if they fit so well together. The boy wears a pretty lace blood red choker around his neck to match the outside of his suit jacket, Yoongi swears it’s almost as if it’s to tease him.

“My name is Taehyung, Kim Taehyung.” 

Yoongi hums as he turns Taehyung around again and this time when he pulls Taehyung closer he keeps the boy firmly pressed against him. 

“Taehyung. Do you want to hear a story about this very same ballroom we’re in?” 

It’s kind of odd to ask as they dance in the middle of a ball surrounded by women in their giant dresses and dapper dressed men but Yoongi knows Taehyung. He knows the past life version of his lover would never turn down the chance to learn some part of history and this Taehyung nods happily. 

“This ballroom.” Yoongi lets his hands lower to Taehyung’s lower back. “This ballroom has witnessed two of the same lovers fall in love with each other over and over again.” 


Yes.” The vampire smiles as he brushes away some lose hair that has fallen into Taehyung’s face and it makes the younger blush so cutely. “The first time the lovers met was nearly two hundred years ago. A young vampire on the run had broken into his mansion when he thought it to be vacant and found a beautiful human boy dancing in this same ballroom.”  

Taehyung’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion pulling another chuckle from Yoongi.

“They spoke for hours in this same ballroom everyday, the boy had wanted to be a ballet dancer but his family would not allow it, one day when the vampire showed the boy had not.”  Yoongi twirls Taehyung again. “The vampire had found out that the boy’s family had sent him away to live with other family so, with nothing else to do, the vampire begin rebuilding the fallen down mansion.” 

The song they dance to comes to an end but rather than stop dancing they just follow and continue into the next melody. 

“Isn’t that silly?” Taehyung giggles. “His lover left so he decides to rebuild a house?”

Yoongi smiles just because Taehyung looks gorgeous with a grin painting his face. 

“Well maybe the vampire thought if he rebuild the ballroom where the boy loved to dance it would somehow call his lover back to him. Anyways there’s so much more to the story but the ending is all that really matters.” 

“What’s the ending, then?” 

Yoongi turns Taehyung one last time before dipping him and pressing a kiss to the younger’s neck. This time when he pulls Taehyung back up the younger is blushing again but he also looks happier. 

“The ending is the beginning. The vampire’s lover did return and when he saw the ballroom he was so happy he promised the vampire that no matter what they would always find each other here again. They both knew the human would die of age while the vampire continued to live like he had before so the human lover promised to always come back to the vampire in new lives and together they swore they would meet in this same ballroom and continue their dance stuck in time.” 

It’s only when Taehyung and Yoongi finish dancing that something like wonder and realizing fills Taehyung’s wide eyes. The boy turns to look at Yoongi and he gasps. 

“What were their names? The vampire and human lovers in your story?” 

Yoongi smiles. 

“Taehyung and Yoongi”

Baby Blues

I’d always wanted children ever since I was a little girl. I loved the many baby dolls I was gifted, gave each and every single one a name and treated them with the utmost care like they were well and truly alive. My mother and even my friends told me I’d make a wonderful mom someday. I delighted at those words and couldn’t wait to become a mom myself so you can imagine how happy I was when I got married and six months later found out I was pregnant.

I was so excited to welcome my baby into the world. Perhaps I was a little too excited because I ended up decorating the entire nursery so quickly after finding out that I was a little sad I had nothing more to do with it and was still so far from my due date. That was alright though, I still spent a lot of time in there, reading the baby books to my child and playing music for him or her.

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ceramic teacups [draco malfoy]

request: “Oh man can you do a draco x reader using 248 and 370 please?” - @tragicallypetty

word count: ~1600

a/n: if this got terribly confusing/out of hand i apologize, i started off in one mood in the beginning and then, due to my mood swings, ended in a totally different one. if this is crazy sorry! im a crazy lady! lmfao anyway enjoy i hope this is what u wanted!!!

248: “please, don’t leave.”

370: “you know, it’s okay to cry.”

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Jongin - Come Home (M)

Jongin x (Y/N) scenario

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Oral sex, vanilla sex

Word count: 4552

Saturday mornings always bring tired eyes and lazy Netflix binges tangled in a blanket on the sofa. At least, they have for the past month. I don’t have anything better to do anyway. My roommate won’t be back from her home-stay for another 6 months. I’ve nearly forgotten the scent of her floral perfume wafting through the apartment as she scurries around getting ready for work. She hates her job, but keeps a smile on her face regardless. Despite frequently working overtime and off-duty business calls, not to mention lowkey harassment from a coworker (something she doesn’t trust will be properly dealt with if she notifies her lackadaisical boss), she remains optimistic. She’s like a ticking bomb. Though she doesn’t like to admit it, I know that she has a limit. It’s only so long until she explodes, and I’m not ready to see such a mess sprawled out before me.

But honestly, as I sit flipping through an endless scroll of B-movies I can’t be bothered to waste brain cells sitting through, all I can think about is one person, and it certainly isn’t my optimistic roommate. Letting the remote go limp in my hand for a moment, I grab at my phone lazily perched on my hip. No new messages. Damn. How long has it been anyway? 3 days? He could at least drop a text to say “Good morning” or “Sweet dreams” or “I love you~”. Even a “Thinking of you” would do. But he’s been completely silent for far too long (3 days can seem like a long time when you’re completely and utterly in love with someone who isn’t near you). It’s not like we promised to talk everyday, but considering that he’s 92093842347 miles away from where I am, I would be willing to hear even just a small peep from him at least once a day. He must be busy, I tell myself, setting my phone aside again as I begin to harass the remote buttons. “God damn it, there has to be something to watch on here!” And yet there isn’t. Either I’ve watched everything already or there’s nothing interesting left. So I pull up YouTube instead. Perhaps a few random tutorials and Story Times down the road, I’ll actually find something to binge on. As soon as I open the screen, however, one thumbnail catches my eye and I feel a pang in my chest. ‘170425 EXO’rDIUM in NY - Acoustic Medley’. I try to hide my frown, if not only to trick my spirits into staying light. My fingers move on their own, and I’m sucked into the melodic harmony of all the members singing Call My Baby and Love, Love, Love, and other songs he’s sung to me while I fall asleep nestled in his warm embrace. He looks so content, sitting there among his near brothers, lifting the mic to his lips when it’s his turn to sing, gazing out at all the fans who adore him so passionately. And it’s almost the same look he gives me when he comes home sometimes after work and holds me in his arms, something we aren’t able to do as much as we’d like. I know that I’m the only one who gets that extra special look, that look of “this is the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my life”. I give him the same one.

Kim Jongin is warm-hearted to a fault. Literally anyone who meets him could tell you that he’s always a gentleman, and he’s always polite, but he also knows how to joke around. He’s the epitome of the perfect sweetheart. It’s no wonder he has young girls worshiping him around the world. But, of course, what they see on the screen, even what they are sometimes lucky enough to see in person, is only a part of the man we know as Kim Jongin. Behind closed doors he’s so much more. He shows me aspects of his personality that he’d never show anyone else. There’s so much to know about Jongin. There’s so much to understand, and adore, and protect. Although he’s undoubtedly tough, he also has a certain fragility about him, which only makes me care for him more deeply.

I just want him to come home. A month is a long time to be deprived of seeing the one person you love above all else. He’s been really good about replying to my texts of encouragement and also the ones that say things like “Oh my god, when the fuck are you getting home, I’m about to die!!!” Although I know he’s busy and probably isn’t supposed to be on his phone. I get his messages and have to remind myself that it’s not, in fact, 4am where he is when he sends them. I can only imagine how the time difference affects him. Poor baby works too hard anyway. We’d tried calling each other once only to have to keep it short because he was getting ready to go to rehearsal at 8am while it was 9pm in Korea. Before we’d even had a chance to talk heart-to-heart, his manager called him away. He promised he’d call another time or maybe even Facetime, but his schedule got more detailed as the days went by. Even before the tour, they were so preoccupied with preparations that he decided it was best to just stay at the company for the time being until after their return. Hence why we haven’t seen each other for a month. EXO’s schedules get especially rigorous during comebacks and tours. I feverishly worry for him, for all of them.

The video ends and I scold myself when I realize a tear has trickled from my eye. “Come home…” I murmur, my voice cracking. My phone buzzes and my hand has never flown so fast to pick it up. A big smile graces my lips when I look at the screen.

'Sorry, we got really busy. It’s times like these when I really, really miss you… xoxo, Nini <3’


The tour comes to an end. EXO is finally coming home. I’ve spent the entire day preparing dinner, creating a nice romantic atmosphere. The dining room has been expertly transformed into a more fancy setting with a table for two all dressed up with a brand new tablecloth and candle, and a little vase of lavender. I’m thoroughly impressed with myself, though I don’t like to brag. I collapse onto the couch when everything is ready, dinner only needing to be put into the oven. Holding my phone above my face, I open my texts, reading over the last message Jongin sent me. 'Omg omg omg can you believe I’m coming home to you today?!’ which was a more giddy response than usual. This is the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other in at least a year. We’ve grown accustomed to being able to be together at least twice a week. Sometimes we get lucky and EXO’s manager will secretly let me come to practice on the condition that Jongin won’t get too distracted.

'When does your plane land?’ I type, looking at the time to see that it reads 1:23pm (I got too excited and prepared everything way too early in advance, but oh well). I would go to the airport, but I’ve been warned that because somehow no one has figured out about mine and Jongin’s relationship yet during the two years we’ve been together, it’s risky to show up and have people suspect anything. We aren’t ready to reveal anything just yet, partly because I’m not famous or anything, so both of us want to protect my privacy for as long as we can. There’s no way I want to touch the surface of sasaeng territory.

My phone buzzes almost immediately. '6 more hours… >.<’ I giggle at the cute little emoji. Even when he’s not with me, he still manages to make my heart flutter just as much. I send back a crying emoji and tell him to get some sleep (if the boys will let him). And then I go to take a shower. Dinner and ambiance aren’t the only surprises I’ve conjured up. A cute little pink parcel with a silk bow tied around the handles sits waiting at the end of my bed. I’ll slip that new gem on later tonight after dinner when he least expects it…

6 hours pass by agonizingly slow. Even Netflix isn’t helping to make time fly quicker. Every now and then I’ll get a cute little text from Jongin saying he wants to call, but the guys won’t shut up so hearing each other would be difficult. I tell him it’s fine. We talked on the phone just yesterday anyway, and we got a good hour in. He says he wants to hear my voice. I reply that he will soon~

We text for a little while and then he says he’ll get some shut eye so he’ll have energy when he gets home to me. His manager has generously arranged for him to be allowed to see me first thing when they arrive. The clock ticks mockingly above the mantel piece. It’s only 4 now… 3 hours to go. It’s never felt so long. If time keeps acting like this, I’m never going to let Jongin go on tour again… But that would be selfish and how would I even be able to pull off something like that? Still, Jongin has me missing him like there’s no tomorrow.

Finally, the clock reads 8pm. 'We’re landing!’ he texts and sends an excited gif to go along with it. I chuckle to myself and jump up from the couch where I’ve been wasting time on nothing in particular.

I push the braised chicken into the oven and turn on the timer. After quickly checking to make sure that everything is in place, I go to the bedroom to make sure everything looks neat and the lingerie I bought is out of sight in case he happens to go into the bedroom for some reason. It’s a strapless black and red lace piece with garters and stockings and everything. There are even tiny pink bows down the bodice. Best of all, it fits me perfectly in all the right places~ I’ve only ever gotten one set of lingerie in the past, but after using it twice, I figured it was time for something fresh that Jongin has never seen me in before. This certainly was a contrast to the rather plain white one I had before. I was much shier then and I’d never worn anything so scandalous in my entire life. Jongin had told me then that he didn’t care if it was the plainest one in the whole world. “You look stunning in anything~” I blush remembering those words, just imagining our night steadily approaching.

I slip into a cute little dress and finished up dinner just as I get a text from him. 'On my way over~ ;)’ My stomach does flips in anticipation. Seeing his face in person for the first time in what seems like forever, hearing that voice that sounds like melted caramel, feeling his arms tightly wrapped around my figure as if our bodies are perfectly molded together, breathing in his familiar scent, kissing him with all the passion I’ve saved up while he’s been gone, these are the things that have me practically sprinting around the apartment in excitement. He’s minutes away and yet those minutes feel like 6 hours all over again.

Suddenly, a soft knock comes at my door. Without even meaning to, I hold my breath. Taking one last look in the mirror to make sure I appeared just right, I speed over to the door and collect myself before turning the knob and opening it to see him standing there, smiling bright with a bouquet of lilies in his hand. I stare at him, starry-eyed. He stares right back, his smile never faltering as we both drink in each other’s presence. He hands me the bouquet, a bashful look on his face, and my heart skips as I breath in their sweet aroma. Where did he find the time…? Breathlessly, I speak first. “Jongin…you’re home…” And then he suddenly rushes forward and scoops me into his arms, twirling me around in the air as I hold on, giggling with pure joy. He kicks the door shut and immediately attaches his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as he massages my waist with his thumbs.

“God, I missed you so fucking much…” he says in almost a whisper, his forehead pressed against mine. I smiled blissfully and caress his cheek with my hand.

“Honey, you can’t even imagine know how much I missed you.” He smirks, pecking my nose.

“I think I can guess~”

He practically gapes at the setup I’ve prepared. “Woah, you actually cooked for once?” I playfully shove him and tell him to “just sit and enjoy it because now might be the only time you get something like this from me.” He laughs and we sit, and over dinner, he tells me all about the tour and how the boys drove him nuts, but it was okay because being with them was always worth it. He tells me the story about how Sehun, Junmyeon and Jongdae got lost on their first day in New York and they had to pretend that they totally meant to be in some shoe store when really it was the only familiar thing to them in the vicinity. And he tells me about how after one show, he a few others got drinks in their rooms and he had a little too much. “The guys told me the next morning that I had been crying and acting like a total baby, rambling on about how I didn’t deserve you and how you were probably going to find somebody else way better than me and then what was I going to do because you’re my world and…” He trails off, seeing the look on my face. “Babe, what’s wrong?” I reach across the table for his hand and give it a tight squeeze. I want to hold him when I hear him say those things. What you say when you’re drunk is often what you’re actually thinking in the back of your mind, even if you don’t realize it.

“You deserve me more than anyone, love. I’m not going to find anybody else. Why would I need to find anybody else? I love you, Jongin. I can’t imagine loving another person quite like how I’m in love with you…” I gaze into those gorgeous chocolate pools, a serious yet soft expression on my face. He gets all shy then and grins like a little boy. I love the small moments like these. They’re never awkward, although when we do stuff like this in front of the members, most of their reactions go something like “gEt a rOom!” and “jUNMYEON JONGIN AND (Y/N) ARE DOING THAT MUSHY THING AGAIN-” or “help! the cheesiness in slowly killing me!” (of course Junmyeon and Yixing are in the corner, cooing at us like doting parents).

After I’ve put the dishes away, I tell Jongin to wait in the living room while I change into something a little more comfortable. Unlike the last time, I feel not a tinge of embarrassment while putting on my lingerie because I know Jongin genuinely loves this kind of surprise and would never want me to be ashamed of showing him my body. And the hungry look he gets in his eyes when we do these things is honestly the hottest look in the universe, way more so than what he displays on the stage. Once everything is in place, I sneak back out into the living room. He sits on the sofa with his back towards me. 'The perfect opportunity’ I think, tiptoeing over to him. I lean down and cover his eyes with my hands, getting close to his ear and murmuring in a husky tone, “Guess who~” I can feel his entire body tense. I remove my hands and make my way around the sofa to stand in front of him, letting my hair fall loosely around my shoulders. His jaw hangs as he looks me over.

“Is that new?” he asks, and I can hear a tinge of excitement in his voice. I nod, swiveling my hips a little. He smiles. “Do a little turn so I can see it better.” I do this, and when I’m facing him again and I can see that he’s swallowing hard, starting to imagine things.

“Do you like it?” He stands up and stalks over to me, pressing his body against mine with his hands squeezing my hips.

“Do I like it?…” His lips come dangerously close to my ear as his breath tickles the sensitive skin around it. “I love it…” I lean into him as his hand travels a little farther and grabs my ass, pulling me closer. Our lips collide and his tongue soon slithers out to fight with mine. This. This is what I had desperately waited for during those 2 months. After not having it for so long, I never knew it could already feel this good.

Suddenly, he hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, our lips never parting for more than a second so that he can adjust my position to be more comfortable. He then makes his way towards the bedroom. My heart pounds with excitement. I can barely contain myself and I know he can tell. My fingers become tangled in his hair as he pushes the door shut with his foot and sets me on the bed, immediately crawling over me. I let my hands wander up his shirt to feel his toned stomach as he attacks my jaw and neck and collar bones with his kisses, leaving a few marks in their wake. He’s already got me sighing, wanting as much as I can get. As he moves to my shoulders, he pulls one of my legs to his hip with the hand that isn’t propping him up. His fingers tease down my thigh over and over and my entire body begins to tingle. Jongin pulls away for a moment to that I can assist in discarding his shirt. “Thank you, that was really in the way,” I breathe, my fingers returning to his exposed skin right away. He places a hand over mine and guides it against his stomach. His eyes bear into mine all the while, as if daring me to go further. Not just yet…

With my other hand, I reach up to grab his shoulder, pulling him down and rolling on top of him. I straddle his hips, carefully dragging my lips from his chest to his neck where I leave my own marks. They’ll fade before he needs to be seen in public again. The boys will have a couple of days off anyway. A small groan leaves Jongin’s throat and I chuckle. “Already?” As I scatter his collarbones with small but noticeable love bites, he writhes underneath my touch as my hands inch closer and closer to his growing erection hidden behind the fabric of his skinny jeans. I pull myself up to admire my work and that’s when he turns the tables and again I’m beneath him. His eyes are full of beastly hunger. I can see it dripping through his skin almost and it immediately ignites something within me. He scours my laced intimate and cocks his head, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek in thought. He traces his thumb over a bit of the delicate material just above my breast. “As much as I could drunk on seeing you in this,” he says in a deep voice that’s already getting me heated. “I’m afraid it’s going to have to come off right this minute.” My tongue darts out over my lips as I reach up and gently drag my finger across his jaw.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I say, my voice laced with honey. “Take it off of me~”

He wastes no time in doing so. He promptly rips the lingerie from me and absorbs my body in all it’s naked glory. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous~” he coos, kissing my breasts, and then my stomach, and then my hips. “How is that a person can be this beautiful no matter what?” I gently grab a fistful of his hair as he props up my legs and teases my inner thighs with his butterfly kisses. “I’m the one who gets all of this,” he murmurs, getting dangerously near to my gradually aching womanhood. “Tell me how you want me to make you feel good, baby~” His lips press against my thigh again. “Here?”

“Yes…” I breathe. He kisses a little closer to my core.

“Here?” The heat within me only grows. I nod.

“Yes~” His lips inch closer.

“How about here?” A soft whimper emerges from my mouth. I need him already! He finally kisses my womanhood, which is becoming wetter by the moment. “And what about this spot…right here?” His tongue flicks out and I slightly arch my back, squeezing the fistful of his hair a little tighter.

“Yes, Jongin!” I moan. He laughs breathlessly.

“So that’s the spot, hmm?” His tongue teases it again. My lips purse. “Should I keep doing it like this for a bit?” He gives a long lick right up to the tip of my folds. I nod enthusiastically. I hear him do that smug grin he always does when he’s about to do something really “good”. All of a sudden, his tongue begins to swirl around my core, pumping in and out, swirling, in and out, more spirals. I’m a writhing mess, but his hands on my waist keep me grounded. I can tell he enjoys seeing me so vulnerable under his touch. As I’m approaching my high, he incorporates his fingers and I whine a bit at the sudden contact. One finger, then two, then three. I’m almost there. I can feel a knot twisting in my stomach, slowly growing more intense. My back arches off the mattress and that’s when he ceases his actions. I give a little noise of discomfort at the suddenly cold air hitting my womanhood. “Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be upset for long.” He crawls up over top of me again and takes me hand in his, leading it to the button on his pants. He gives a small smile, a mischievous one. My whole body is throbbing with want. I quickly unbutton his pants and he kicks them off of the bed. He’s getting impatient, too, just like I am. Now he’s just in his boxers. I eye them for a moment and then look back up at him, my hand moving to the bulge pressed against the fabric. As I start to palm him, his brows furrow with pleasure and his eyes shut momentarily.

“Look at me, Jongin,” I command sweetly, going a bit fast. He kisses me roughly and then he can’t stand it anymore. I grabs my hand and pins it above my head, tearing his boxers off and letting his member spring free. My mouth opens silently as I anticipate what’s going to happen next. “Don’t go easy on me, hmm?” I say, letting my free hand slowly travel up his tones bicep.

“Oh, I won’t, so get ready.” He positions his cock at my entrance. Before I can even prepare myself, he’s pushing into me. I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s been a little while since we’ve done this, but luckily I’m wet enough so that it’s not all that painful. “Are you okay?” he asks, his tone suddenly laced with concern. I tighten my grip on his arm and nod.

“I’m fine, keep going…” He slows his pace when inserting and finally I’ve taken all of him. He pauses to let me adjust. “Okay,” I signal. Jongin starts thrusting at a leisurely pace, making sure I’m not uncomfortable. He’s such a sweetheart, no matter what. I look at him with an arched eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t going to go easy,”

“Yeah, but if you-”

“Jongin…” He knows what that means. I nod as one final reassurance that I can handle him. He inhales and all of a sudden his pace picks up. I hold back my moans for a bit, but soon he’s pounding into me and I can’t help out. I let out a loud whine and the smug grin returns as he starts to pant. My hand wanders over every inch of his body that I can reach, but he teases and places it with my other hand so that I’m completely pinned underneath him. My torso twists with pleasure as he abuses my womanhood in only the best of ways. Low grunts and groans simmer in his throat. A few moans of “(y/n)” lathered in sex emerge from his lips. The noises coming from me become more frequent, too, more needy. His name slips out every so often in the form of a cry whenever he hits a particular spot.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and feverish breathing and whines and pleasureful moans of ecstasy. In that moment, I’m so thankful that the walls have been somewhat soundproofed so the people in the apartment next door won’t be able to hear as much. Jongin buries his face in the crook of my neck, his steamy breath trickling over my skin. I’m getting close and so is he. “Cum on my stomach, baby,” I tell him, hardly any strength left to speak. He groans in response, picking up the speed a bit. My back arches to meet his chest as his thrusts become uncontrollable and lose their rhythm. My orgasm explodes within me and I swear I’ve never felt anything so beautiful in my life. White strings of release flow out onto him as Jongin rides out my high. His breathing get more staggered. He inhales sharply and pulls out quickly before his release quirts out onto my exposed stomach. He lets out a loud groan as he strokes himself off, leaning his head back in pure paradise as he calls out my name. Once he’s finished, he collapses on his side next to me, both of us completely out of winded.

“I should have come home sooner,” he pants, turning my head to face him. He plants a passionate kiss on my lips, taking my bottom lip between his teeth.

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Once we’ve composed ourselves, he sits up and goes into the bathroom. I hear the bathtub running and a smile comes to my face. He appears again with a towel in his hand and gently helps me to wipe away the excess on my stomach. I give him a look and confirms my thoughts with the same one. 'We’ve never done it in the bath before,’ I think to myself. Oh well, there’s a first time for everything~

The Penrose Triangle

Part 3

Everyone left eventually. He was convinced as much. Maybe it wasn’t because they’d willingly left, but the universe somehow decided that when he was born, people would come and go, and apparently the words would too, so he decided if he never knew who his second soulmate was, he’d never lose them.

Maeve had left – taken away at just over the age of 30 after the universe taunted him with her love for just over 100 days. Elle had left, unable to reconcile her desire for revenge and her role as a law enforcement agent. Emily had left, and fuck if that wasn’t too complicated a situation to delve into on his way into work. Granted she’d come back from the dead, but it wasn’t the same, because she needed to create a new life for herself. Gideon had left, with just a note saying he was sorry for how him leaving was going to affect Spencer.

No one’s life revolved around Spencer. He knew that. And that was fine. Everyone’s lives were intertwined with someone else, who was affiliated with someone else and so on and so forth, so did Spencer ever expect anyone to make a decision for themselves based on how he’d react? Of course not, but it didn’t help him from wondering whether or not anyone of his friends or loved ones who’d left realized or cared how it would affect him. Emily was the only one he knew of for sure that regretted the way everything had happened, but that was because she had been the only to ever return.

Elle and Gideon were god knows where. As he rounded the corner to pull into the Bureau parking lot, a meeting with Hotch waiting, he let his brain wander. If he had his way, they’d be back, but in lieu of them returning, he hoped for their happiness. He hoped that Gideon had found love again. After losing his college sweetheart to Frank Breitkopf, he couldn’t deal with the horrors of the world, vanishing into thin air. Spencer hoped that he’d found someone else, a light coming to his eyes that had been ripped away so violently years earlier, as he saw new words spring to life across his skin.  Together, they would travel across country over and over again, taking in the beauty of the world that had been eroded away during Gideon’s 30 years with the BAU.

In Elle’s case, Spencer couldn’t even hazard a guess as to where she was. In the time he’d known her, she didn’t have those blessed or damned words (depending on who you spoke to). Maybe she had found someone since then. Maybe not. But wherever she was, he hoped she happy. In a perfect world, she’d have formed on organization for sexual assault victims, something to help the people she had so desperately wanted to help, in a way that didn’t require breaking the laws she swore to uphold.

So that was what, five, six people that had left in one way or another? Gideon, Elle, Emily, Maeve, his father, and most recently Blake. Like a mother to him, she’d left after he got shot. Again, the horrors of this job kept taking their toll on the ones he loved. Having Blake leave hurt more than he thought it would 

The friends he did have he loved more than anything else in the world. However, they definitely weren’t known for minding their own business. Actually quite the opposite, which was bothersome no matter how pure the intentions. But Blake was different. Blake always made it known that she was there for him if he wanted to talk, but never forced him too, through words or body language. She was effortless to be around, but in a familial way rather than a romantic way. He was convinced that if the universe hadn’t already showed him that it was possible for him to have a romantic soulmate, he would’ve seen Blake’s first words to him on his arm. For all he knew, they could be lying under the bandage he continued to wear – more than a year later. Although Maeve’s death was getting easier to handle day by day, he still wasn’t ready to see those words. There were too many awful possibilities that he couldn’t handle after all he’d been through.

After parking at 7:13 in the morning, he’d apparently sat in the car in deep thought for the past six minutes. His brain told him to move (he did have a meeting to go to after all). While he took the steps up slowly, wanting more time to himself and his mind to wander, he tried to decipher Hotch’s words. What did he want to talk about? Hotch had only said that he wanted to talk to Spencer before work in the morning, but it was a solo meeting.

Gently, Spencer knocked on the door, cracking a small smile as Hotch said good morning. “Come on in, Reid,” he said, sitting down at his desk and searching the younger agent’s eyes for how he was feeling this morning. “How’re you doing?”

“Sleepy,” Spencer replied with a shrug. He sipped at his coffee, which he wished he could ingest in IV form because once he was physically up he hated wasting time on actually getting up mentally. “But otherwise okay. Why did you want to talk to me this morning?”

Hotch smiled, Spencer, much like himself, was always the kind of man to cut to the chase, but for his extensive IQ, he hadn’t deduced what it was that Hotch wanted to talk to him about. “I just wanted to talk about how you’ve been feeling since Blake left.”

In a huff, Spencer got up to leave. “Sit, Reid. I’m not done.”

Spencer rolled his eyes and turned back into the seat, taking another large cup of coffee and nearly burning his throat. “Why do we need to talk about this? It sucks. End of story.”

“Not end of story. You dam up your feelings and when it gets to be too much we both know what happens.” Spencer saw the smallest of glances between Hotch and his own arm. He was referencing the dilauded he turned to, or desperately wanted turn to, during times of great stress. “Reid, you and an invaluable asset to this team, for your mind, and just the dynamic of the team. We all need you, but we need you at your best, and when you keep these emotions bottled up, you are not at your best.”

A minute or two passed by, during which time Spencer stared everywhere but where he was supposed to. “Everyone leaves Hotch. That’s my life. What can I say? My father left, then Gideon left, then Elle left, then Emily left, came back and left again, then the love of my life got shot, and now Blake is gone. What am I supposed to do with that? Am I supposed to operating at full capacity barely a month after Blake left?” When he was younger and had just joined the Bureau, Spencer wouldn’t have allowed himself to get so snappy with a superior, but aside from being his boss, Spencer also considered Hotch a friend, and right now his friend was making him angry. “Because I’m not. But I always get back to where I need to be when people leave me alone to grieve in my own way. Blake understood that.” He said that last bit under his breath, a lone tear stinging at the corner of his eye as he looked down at the floor.

Hotch understood. They all got each other to a deeper degree than most people understood their friends given what they did for a living, but Blake’s connection with Spencer went deeper still. “I know Blake leaving hurt you, but that’s all the more reason to seek someone out to confide in. Does keeping in all make you happy?”

“Of course not,” Spencer snapped, raising his voice slightly higher than he’d intended. “What would make you think that? It makes me miserable.” 

“Nothing,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Then why don’t you speak to someone?”

“Because either way I’m miserable. I keep it in, I’m miserable by myself, or I let it out and make everyone around me miserable. Why would I do that to the people I love?”

“Because we love you,” Hotch said. It was rare he said those exact words to his co-workers. He was more the type to imply it than say it, but Reid needed to realize that despite his childhood, where he was, in essence, alone, it wasn’t that way any longer. “Talk to someone. Anyone. Whether it be one of us or not.”

In his head, Spencer knew he didn’t want to be an ass, but that’s where his heart was headed, so he just shut his mouth…until he couldn’t anymore. “Do you ever take your own advice?” Hotch was the king of keeping in his emotions, or at least that’s what Spencer thought. “Do you ever talk to Beth about the cases that get under your skin?” The sentiment was filled with such vitriol, probably because Spencer assumed that Beth had been Hotch’s second soulmate.

“Not anymore,” he said, getting up and walking around to sit on top of the desk. “Beth and I broke up.”

Spencer had been looking down at the floor the entire time, but his head sprung up at the realization that Hotch’s second soulmate didn’t last. “I’m sorry,” he said. “After…” he didn’t want to say Hayley’s name. It was still a sore subject; Spencer could tell. “I was really happy that you’d found your soulmate again.”

“She wasn’t my soulmate.” Hotch watched as the surprise spread across the young man’s face. “I don’t know whose words these are.” On his arm was written ‘she must’ve been an incredible woman.’ “These weren’t the words Beth first spoke to me, but we got along really well, and since neither of us had any words on our arms, we decided to just go for it. We were both convinced, and still are, that those words can pop after you start a relationship. That it doesn’t have to happen before. It can. It can be something that the universe has ordained for you, but we both believe that it was something that individuals could change.”

“And did it?” Spencer asked, genuinely curious. He’d never expected that Beth and Hotch hadn’t been made for each other. They just fit together so perfectly.

“Well, no,” Hotch smiled. “But that doesn’t mean that it’s not true. Look, I like the idea of having someone, or multiple someones, out there in the world waiting for me, but I also like the idea of having some control over my own destiny, that those soulmates or soul companions can be of your own choosing as well as the universe’s.” Spencer had never really thought of it that way before, which was astounding considering how much time and energy he’d put into the whole concept as a child.

The earlier tension faded to the background when the conversation had changed direction. “I never really thought of it like that,” Spencer finally said.

“I think you have,” Hotch said, continuing when Spencer looked confused. “Whether you’ve actively thought about it like that, I think the reason having these people, or some of them anyway, leave, hurt so much was because you felt a deep soulmate-like connection to them. Especially Blake, Emily and Gideon.”

Spencer swallowed hard. When he’d come in the room, he’d been angry, then the mood turned to pity for the demise of Hotch’s relationship, to slightly more light-hearted, but now…now he was sad again. Spencer was pretty sure this was the opposite of what Hotch had wanted from this meeting. What Hotch had said made total sense though. That’s why he’d been hit by people leaving so much more than other people, because for Spencer, the people that came to him later in life felt like soulmates; they felt like those childhood friends and loved ones that he’d missed out on, so seeing them leave was like a dagger in the heart.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to cry, and eventually, he couldn’t stop himself, openly sobbing in Hotch’s office.

Hotch got up and closed the blinds, just in case people decided to start walking in a little bit earlier than usual, and once he returned to his desk, he grabbed Spencer by the shoulder, hoisted him upward and wrapped his arms around him. “Look, Reid. We are never telling you that you have to talk, but we are here if you want to talk. We may not have all the same experiences as you do, even though someone like myself has lost a loved one in the exact same way you did, but that doesn’t mean we can’t listen, and as your friends, that we wouldn’t want to.” Spencer hadn’t lifted his head from Hotch’s shoulder, but he nodded that he’d heard him.

After a minute or two, Spencer’s tears dried up and he lifted his head, making eye contact with Hotch and giving up; giving up trying to look okay when he wasn’t. “Now listen, I think this soulmate thing is bothering you more than you’re letting on. We’ve all noticed that you have your arm bandaged up. You have other words?”

“I saw the faint outline of ink, so yes, but I don’t want to look at them.”

Hotch put out his hand and reassured Spencer. “And you don’t have to. What I want to say is that the words don’t have to dictate your life, if you don’t want them to. If you keep that bandage on, and two years from now, you feel a spark with someone, take that bandage off and realize that the words don’t match, don’t give up your autonomy. We were born into this universe where this exists, but that doesn’t mean he have to think of it as God. Pursue love in your own way. Let it come to you. And maybe, one day, you’ll realize that you have the power to change your fate. What I’m saying is remain open.”

Spencer breathed a cleansing breath, feeling a little bit better after talking with Hotch. “I’ll try,” he said, walking toward the door. As he turned the doorknob, he stopped in his tracks. “Do you think I could come in this time next week?” He asked, realizing he sounded like he was talking to a therapist. “I have no idea what I’m going to need to say or if I’ll need to say anything, but I might feel better coming to you.”

“Same time next week,” Hotch replied with a laugh. “Bring a book if you feel like it. Just know that I’m here.”

“Thanks Hotch.”

And with that, Spencer walked out and went back to his desk, his shoulders slightly more uplifted after their talk. As Hotch sat back down at his desk, he’d hoped he’d gotten through to him. He liked the idea of a soulmate as much as the next person, but he would hate to see Reid close himself off to the world and all its possibilities just because his feelings he had didn’t align with the words painted across his skin.  Whether he was romantically linked or not, he had soulmates all around him – if only he allowed them in.

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anonymous asked:

So as a boy who loves makeup, I have this headcannon that one of Sonny’s queer friends gets him into makeup and one night while Sonny is at a gay bar and looking bomb af in his makeup he gets called in and the second Barba sees him he’s just shook (I mean tbh who wouldn’t be??)

Okay, so to be quite honest, I know very little about makeup. Like to me, putting some concealer on a zit is a lot of makeup. So this ask is a little hard for me to answer since I can’t really personally picture Sonny in any type of makeup, but I shall try my damnedest for you, anon!! 

I’m having a lot of fun picturing Sonny all done up, though, that’s for sure.

All done up, at a bar, dancing with his friends, in shorts and a tight t-shirt, because he never normally gets to wear those shorts of things because of how busy work typically keeps him during the week, and goddamn it, he wants to look sexy and carefree!!

So yeah, Sonny does his own smoky eye because he’s amazing at eye makeup (to be honest, it’d be a waste to have baby blues like that and not be), and has one of his friends do his contouring, because he hasn’t quite mastered the art of that yet, and lets his hair be loose and ruffled while they go out and dance and drink.

And hopefully, maybe someone will take him home so that Sonny doesn’t end up back at his apartment like he does every night, in bed and touching himself, thinking thoughts about one particular lawyer just to get off.

But then Sonny gets called in, and he’s honestly so pissed off about having his fun, sexy night out with friends ruined that he doesn’t give a second thought to the outfit he has on, nor the makeup still caked onto his face.

It isn’t until he walks into the precinct to gasps and Barba looking like he’s about to choke that Sonny realizes exactly what he still looks like.

He sighs, grumbles out, “Yeah, yeah, I know, take a picture, it’ll last longer.” before following Liv, Rollins, and Fin over to an interrogation room while Barba walks behind him.

Because holy shit, Sonny’s fucking legs.

His hair, his eyes, how blue they look with the darker eye makeup around them, how sharp and angular his cheekbones and jaw are with the makeup’s shadow, how full and plump and gorgeous and pink his lips are with what Rafael’s absolutely sure is lipgloss, and dear god, Rafael wants to suck and taste every inch of them.

He’s absolutely certain that if he doesn’t get Sonny’s lips on him now that he’ll go insane.

Before he can think better of it, Rafael’s waiting outside the precinct, waiting for Sonny to walk out because he knows Liv just pulled him out of the interrogation to go home and get some “decent” clothes and shower, and as soon as he sees Sonny coming down the precinct’s steps and onto the sidewalk he’s calling out, “Detective!” and feeling breathless all over again.

Sonny walks over to him, looking uncertain, and Rafael can’t blame him – he’s never made his interest known before, has always been too good at hiding his own emotions in plain sight, but nothing can stop him from wanting and needing when he’s being presented with Sonny looking so fucking gorgeous.

Sonny asks, hesitantly, as soon as he’s close enough, “You need something, counselor?”

So Rafael decides to make his interest very clear.

He grabs Sonny by the waist, narrow hips fitting so perfectly in his larger palms, and he absolutely relishes the little gasp that comes out of Sonny’s gorgeous mouth.

Gorgeous, mouth open, lips parted, blue eyes almost blown black with his arousal, and Rafael growls before pulling Sonny down to him and kissing him open mouthed. 

He’s grabbing Sonny’s ass through his shorts, Sonny’s gasping and letting out little whines every time Rafael digs in with his fingers and kneads, and Rafael honestly thinks he could die like this, with Sonny responding so beautifully and making those sounds all because of his touch, clutching at Rafael’s shoulders and back like he can’t get enough of the press of their mouths together, like he’s the one so lucky to be getting kissed when Rafael’s absolutely positive he has the most gorgeous man in all of New York State held in his arms.

Rafael pulls back after a moment, breathes, growls out at Sonny’s blissed out expression, “You think you can come down here looking like this and expect me not to want you?”

And before Sonny can respond, he threads a hand up through Sonny’s hair, presses his face to Sonny’s neck, and sucks hard enough to bruise. Sonny moans as he stays there, sucking, licking, tonguing hot along his skin, “You’re going home with me, now. I need to know if you’re just as gorgeous with me inside of you.”

Rafael’s pulling a moaning Sonny by the hand and down the sidewalk next, and Sonny’s too goddamn wrecked to even think about the fact that his night is ending up as more than he ever even dreamed it could.

How to eat a man.

Step one,

Hollow out your stomach.

Leave it void and empty,

As empty as your chest.

Don’t be lazy.

Use the sharp edge of a blade to slice away the excess.

You will need plenty of room.

Step two,

Round your eyes.

Make them as doe-like as possible,

and through them convey a sense of frailty,

kindness, a naïve demeanor.

Bat your lashes when appropriate.

Give him your undivided attention.

Step three,

Kiss him in ways he has never been kissed before.

Kiss him in secret spots no others have found.

Kiss him so hard that his soul slips itself beneath your tongue.

Comforted by the rose petals you call your lips.

Step four,

Be soft.

Lather yourself with lotions and oils.

Do so every evening before bed.

Attend to this ritual with a religious fervor.

Make sure your body is a cloud from which he cannot part.

Spent too many moons intertwined with your form to leave.

Step five,

Allow him to shed mass.

So small without your presence.

So small he can fit perfectly beneath your lungs.

Fold up his body, twist it, and tuck it away in the pit of your stomach.

Pray that it brings you peace.

That his body gives you grace.

Perhaps if you leave him there you will never grow hungry again.

-s.z (Hungry Women)

anonymous asked:

You can't really say no laws would work because it has in other countries after mass shootings. I had gun training but on a very basic level for pre army training in my country but you're right I don't have a clue about different types, we had a fake gun for months just doing drills getting used to the weight & I left before any serious training happened. I think ye need to do something about the access to the guns & ammo. It's not working as is anyway too many mass shootings, too many dead.

How will those laws work in other countries is *highly* debatable. The UK has violent terrorist attacks every other month it seems like. No guns necessary. Everyone’s favorite example Australia had a downward trend in crime rate even before the gun ban, and the evidence that the gun ban significantly contributed to that is slim at best. There are some good links out there but I don’t have time to look them up. If someone has access to the master
post feel free to add it.

Anyway, even if the laws worked perfectly in those countries (they don’t), that had very little to do with a country that is much larger and has much different cultural dynamics. There is no one-size-fits-all solution to gun control or the economy or healthcare or anything else, which is why so many of these “but it worked in this country!” arguments are entirely useless.

Currently now there are *thousands* of guns on the black market. Tons of unregistered weapons and unlicensed users. If you banned guns outright tomorrow, that black market would thrive like it never has before, and the only people who had the weapons would be people who don’t give a shit about laws, like the sort of people who illegally modify guns.

Yellow Rose~Part 3 (1940s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Catch up here: Prologue  Part 1  Part 2

Originally posted by sashathenutellaella

Originally posted by 107th-infantry


Words: 1438

Pairing(s): 1940s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, I think that’s it??

Requested By: Anon

Request: Hey, do you think you could write a Bucky x reader based on Ed Sheeran’s song Nancy Mulligan please ?

Summary: (AU where Bucky never falls off the train and gets to live a happy life) Working as a nurse in WWII, you never expected to fall in love. But then a certain blue-eyed soldier walks into your life, and you can’t ignore the sparks between you. Eventually, the war ends, and you return home. Bucky courts you for a while, before proposing. But your father refuses to give you his blessing. Will you give in, and let your father control your life? Or will you take a leap of faith and run away with the love of your life, James Buchanan Barnes? 

A/N: WHAT IS UP Y’ALL?! I am so sorry for the inactivity, but as some of you may already know, my computer sorta died so I didn’t have a way to post this (I mean i coulda used my phone but I prefer formatting on a computer). I finally got my hands on another computer though, so here it is! Part three! It was actually gonna be longer but I decided to split it into two parts. I’m not sure when I’ll have the next part up but hopefully I’ll have my computer back by next week and I’ll be able to work on it. Hope you guys like it!

Bucky took you on that second date. 

The second date became a third.

That led to a fourth.

Then a fifth,

Pretty soon, you had lost count. You were head over heels in love with him by now. He had taken you to meet his parents and his siblings. His sister Rebecca loved you.

Summer had finally arrived, and today he was taking you on a picnic.

Keep reading

Snow, Flame, and Hurricanes

My fingers are tangled in her blonde locks. I wanted to twirl them but I needed more than just a small piece. I needed to place all my fingers through her conditioned hair.

She’s moving her thumbs faster over her keyboard her eyebrows arching in annoyance.

“What’s wrong Becca?”

“The pledges are acting out.”

I nod not knowing what to say. I really don’t have any advice for this situation, and she doesn’t need it. It doesn’t take her long before she has moved closer to my body, it fits perfectly against mine.

I’ve never fit so perfectly with someone. I’ve never ached to learn someone like I want to lean her. I’m addicted and it’s scary. Yet I’ve never felt so free. When I’m with her my heart doesn’t beat rapidly, but instead cools against her body. I always thought Becca would be hot to the touch that she’d burn, but when she held my hand for the first time I felt the cold.

It makes more sense now she looks like she could carry a fire inside of her. Except, when I look in her eyes I see snow floating down. I’m the flame and she’s the snow.

I wonder if she sees things like stars dancing in my own eyes? Her hair falls over, falling just enough to tickle her nose. Becca’s huffing air to try and remove the unwelcome strand.

I find myself moving it for her. My hand taking control I gently push it to the side. My hand took its time to remember the lines on her forehead.

I always wondered if I could memorize each outline. That if I closed my eyes could I build the woman in front of me? Could I remember every detail and place them exactly where they belong? I know, I could.

“What are you thinking about,” she asked moving her arm under her so her stature is slightly taller than mine. She does it without knowing. She has a lot quirks like that. Becca poked me on the cheek and I awoke from my daze.

“What?” I ask blushing because I already forgot what she had said to me.

“I asked what was going on in your head.”

I covered my cheeks with the palms of my hands dragging my fingers down from my eyes, trying to hide my blush. “Nothing important,” I reply it’s muffled by my hands.

“If it wasn’t important then you wouldn’t be off in space trying to find the answers to life.”

“What do you see in my eyes?”

She looks struck by my question and I wonder if I’ve scared her off. It’s not like we’ve been dating very long. It’s only been a little over a month.

She huffs in annoyance again. “Did you even hear me?”

“Is no an okay answer?”

“It’s not but we’ll talk about that later. I said that I see everything.” She mumbled the last part.


“This is dumb.”

“Come on Becca please explain it to me.”

“Fine, I guess. The first time I looked into your eyes was when I intentionally spilt my drink on you. Your eyes lowered in shock, but they didn’t fill with anger but instead they filled with resilience. You kept me there in your sight, it sent a chill down my spine. The night at the sorority when you kissed Kaitlyn your eyes danced around the room with excitement and love but you locked your eyes with mine and they were filled with a past I wanted to know. This is embarrassing.”

“Please keep going,” I was begging but I’d never admit that to her.

“When I saw you at the bar I knew I needed to understand that past so I stared deeper. I saw the pain, the anger, the fear, but I saw me. I saw my reflection in your eyes. When I drove you home the stars illuminated them, but you must have found me more gorgeous than the night sky. When it comes down to it when I look into them I see the entity of you. It’s not just emotions it’s what matters to you. That’s what fills them. I see me, and the way you feel for me. I see us, and the possibilities we have.”

She dipped her head to capture my lips and I felt the flood. The flood of emotions that were more like a hurricane. Becca was what I was searching for, I’m so glad I opened my eyes to her.

“Do you believe in soulmates,” she asked me clasping our hands, mine filled with a flame and hers cooling mine.

“I used to tell myself I didn’t. That the word soulmate was made up by Hollywood, but being here right now. I mean how could I not believe in the word. You’ve been in my life since day one, and we went from enemies to lovers. There was no in between because we aren’t meant to have an in between. We are meant to be more than just soulmates and the definition of love. We’re hurricanes. We’re both intense people, who have expectations on what we want. I know I want you, and I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. I didn’t fall gracefully into us I fell hard and fast. All it took was the snow in your eyes and I knew I melted. We aren’t perfect people, but I know your my imperfect, perfect person for me.”

She gives me one final kiss. It isn’t fierce it doesn’t have to be. It’s gentle and completes me. She’s the snow, I’m the flame, and together we’re a hurricane.

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Fake Boyfriend (Lafayette x Fem!Reader)

Prompt: “I thought ignoring the way I feel would make me fall out of love.”

A/N: This was so hard to write because I literally had writer’s block for like 3 days, so there’s definitely room for improvement! This is my first imagine so please go easy on me and let me know what you think!!

TW: like two bad words?

W/C: 1466


You had been friends with the Hamilsquad ever since John Laurens introduced you to his best friends on the first day of freshman year of college. You were new to New York and didn’t know anyone. John just so happened to sit next to you in your English class and you two immediately hit it off. When he introduced you to his friends, you were so shocked to see such beautiful men together all the time, but as soon as you got to know them you realized they were a lot dorkier than they looked. It had now been 2 years since you first met them and now you considered them your brothers. All except Lafayette…

You had always felt drawn to the beautiful Frenchman, but how could you not? You were now roommates with all 4 guys, and you would see him everyday. His curly locks and pristine pearly white smile were enough to make any girl swoon. Of course you could never let him or anyone else know you saw him that way because if your friends knew it would only give truth to how they teased you. You two always had the best chemistry and the others would always bug you and Lafayette about it, but you just ignored it because there was no way he felt the same way and your friendship was more important than a silly attraction.

“Ugh! What am I gonna do, Laurens? My parents are coming today and I don’t have a boyfriend!” you said sitting in a booth with Hercules, Alexander, and Laurens at the diner that your friends had dubbed “your spot” after you first walked in.

“Why did you even say that you had a boyfriend, Y/N?” Alexander replied.

“You guys haven’t met my parents, so you don’t understand,” you said. Then your face lit up. “You guys haven’t met my parents!” you said excitedly.

“I don’t know what your idea is but I do not like that look on your face,” Herc replied, beginning to hide behind Alexander.

“What are we talking about, mes amies?” Lafayette said taking a seat next to you.

“Y/N’s parents are coming into town to meet her boyfriend!” Laurens chimed in.

“When did you get a boyfriend?” Lafayette asked, turning to look at you with an expression on his face you couldn’t quite place.

“That’s the problem. She doesn’t have a boyfriend, which is where you come in!” Alexander said with a devious smile.

“Me? What am I supposed to do?” Lafayette said.

“Easy! Y/N and you practically act like a couple anyway, so now all you have to do is just hold her hand and say she’s beautiful!” Alexander stated proudly.

“What do you mean we act like a couple?” You asked.

Hercules, Alexander, and John all shared a look and burst out laughing.

“Don’t listen to them,” Lafayette said and you were almost positive that his cheeks had a slightly pink tint to them. “I’d be more than willing to help, and I’m the best actor out of the four of us anyway,” he said, glaring at the other guys.

“Really? You’re actually willing to be my fake boyfriend for the night? Lafayette you’re the best!” you hugged him. “They’re coming tonight, and we are going to a restaurant so just dress up a tiny bit fancy and pick me up at 6!” you said getting up to go get ready.

“See you later, fake girlfriend,” Lafayette said blowing you a kiss on your way out.

“See you later, fake boyfriend,” you winked.


It was now 6:15, Lafayette still hadn’t picked you up. It was a good thing you had planned for this and had told him to come earlier than he was supposed to. While you were thinking up the story of how Laf asked you out, you heard a knock at the door.

“Lafayette, you’re late!” you said opening the door, only to be frozen in your tracks upon laying your eyes on the elegant and tall Frenchman that stood before you. He had really dressed the part. He had decided to wear a simple suit that fit him perfectly and complemented his features. You hadn’t realized that you were still just staring at him and checking him out when he spoke up.

“You like what you see?” he said.

You blushed and regained your composure.

“I’ve just never seen you in a suit before,” you said shrugging it off, “I didn’t know you owned anything besides t-shirts and tank tops.”

“Ha ha very funny. You don’t look so bad yourself, cheri,” he winked, “Weren’t you just worried about us being late?” Lafayette said smirking because you still couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.

“Oh shit! Let’s go!” you said grabbing your bag and walking out the door.


You had arrived at the restaurant, and you stopped for a second to make sure you looked presentable, wiping invisible dust off your clothes.

“How do I look?” you asked Lafayette as he checked himself out in his car window.

“Absolument magnifique. You could not look more beautiful if you tried,” he said softly, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Shall we?”

“Let’s go,” you sighed.

“Mom, Dad!” you hugged your parents. “This is my boyfriend Marquis de Lafayette, but you can just call him Lafayette.”

“It is a pleasure to meet the both of you,” he said shaking your parents’ hands, “I have been looking forward to this. Y/N always talks about you two.”

“Really? Well, she failed to mention that her boyfriend was a Frenchman.” Your mother said giving you a knowing look.

The evening went on, and Lafayette had clearly charmed your parents. After dinner, you called a cab for your parents which left you alone with Lafayette walking along the streets under the streetlights.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for tonight, Laf. They absolutely loved you,” you said.

“Do you think they bought it?” he asked.

“I mean, yeah.” You stated. “You are a pretty good actor like you said. I almost believed you, too.” You joked nudging him with your elbow.

“Y/N… I have something to tell you…”

You looked up to Lafayette, and you could almost see all the gears spinning in his head as he tried to find the right words to say to you.

“I didn’t have to pretend to have feelings for you because the truth is… I am absolutely and unapologetically in love with you and I have been for some time now. I thought ignoring the way I feel would make me fall out of love, but that clearly didn’t work because pretending to be your boyfriend made me almost as happy as being your real boyfriend would make me, and I know that you probably don’t feel the same way because how could you? You’re beautiful, intelligent, lovely, funny, and just incredibly amazing. I just couldn’t keep it inside anymore. I wish I could stop loving you, but I fell in love with my best friend and I’m not ashamed of that. I love you I love you I love you.” He had to catch his breath from blurting it all out and he looked at you expectantly.

You didn’t know what to say. You were both in shock and realizing your feelings for him were the same. All the time you spent with him had only caused your feeling for him to deepen and you were realizing that now.

“Holy shit…” you whispered.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, mon ange. That was not my intention.” he asked carefully, searching your face for clues.

You looked up to see your best friend, the man you had had feelings for since the moment you two met. He was about to speak when you crashed your lips into his. His eyes widened in shock before he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. You wrapped one arm around his neck and ran one hand through his curly hair. You pulled away to get a breath of air.

“Is that the response you were looking for?” you breathed, your forehead resting against his with both your eyes closed.

“That’s better than I could have ever expected, mon cherie.”

You couldn’t shake the sense of bliss knowing that the man you were in love with loved you back.

“Now we don’t have to fake being boyfriend and girlfriend.” You said happily.

“Who said I wanted to be your boyfriend?” Laf laughed before jerking to avoid the punch that was coming towards him. “I am just kidding, belle. You are making me the happiest man on earth right now.” He said while the two of you walked through the New York streets happy as can be.