but then i changed my mind and went with black and gray

Fran and Jock

by reddit user Pippinacious/ tumblr user muricanmagpie

I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I’m pretty sure I was an “oops” baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.

Oops.

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So I saw a post about how James Potter would never grow old and had an overwhelming feeling of “FIGHT ME”, and then I realized that the fandom never talks about what it would be like if he grew old, they just say they’re sad he didn’t…so here are elderly James Potter headcanons.

  • He’s super, super vivacious. It’s like he never ages except he clearly does because hair is gray and he has a cane and has some back problems. But he never loses his zest for life.
  • He goes to equality protests with the rest of the Marauders (which DOES include Lily) all the time, and tells the leaders that “he’ll hit anyone with a cane”.
  • Which he would, because he has
  • He fantasized about getting a sword installed in the cane. He once spent twenty minutes looking up places to do that, only to have Lily confront him later with a “please get me a sword, too”
  • So he did, and sometimes they do battles in the front yard until something happens to someone’s back.
  • James is that old guy that goes to quidditch matches all the time. The Chudley Cannons are in town? Whup, let’s go. He has this thing where he screams at the teams and waves his cane and the players never mind because it’s just like “it’s that Potter fellow again”
  • Whenever he sees teams, he’ll make them sign two things: his apparel for them and a shirt that he will intentionally buy the week before and keep the receipt so he can prove he saw them recently. 
  • He and Sirius have a thing where they’re in contest for “coolest grandparents”, and he wants to prove that he really is the coolest by having a shirt he bought “last week, my clone, see?
  • He always calls James his clone because the two of them find it hilarious, and then he asks James about the Marauders and James will tell him stories
  • He has inside jokes with all his grandkids.
  • Him and Lily Luna have a contest to see who can unintentionally wreck the Potters’ front yard the most because they both kill every growing thing (but they try!), so whenever he greets her, he says, “wreck any yards recently?”
  • Albus Severus is almost done memorizing the key sections of Hogwarts: A History so James and Albus have battles with memorized sections of Hogwarts: A History against Quidditch Through the Ages. They always have some joking talk about it when Albus arrives so they can both get their game up.
  • They like to do weird accents as they do them, as well.
  • Harry records all of these and sends them to Hermione and Ron because “hey look, Hermione, someone’s actually reading Hogwarts: A History
  • James’ messy hair never balds, it only goes gray. 
  • Although he HAS suggested to Lily that he follow in his father’s footsteps an make a magical hair dye: one for Lily and him to share, because she’s graying too. It’s very visible since she almost never puts her hair up.
  • She laughs and says she’d rather him share with Sirius.
  • The people at the Muggle grocery store love him, because he sits there and tells all his wizarding stories for hours and no one can tell if he’s serious or not, but he’s such a good storyteller that it doesn’t matter.
  • Whenever Harry and his kids come over he tries to help Lily bake something. It always turns out to be a disaster, but it always means he has a new story to tell them.
  • He gives the grandkids gifts every time they visit. The real question is who will get a prank gift and who gets a real gift. 
  • He does a similar thing with candy dishes by filling all of them with Bertie Botts. 
  • He still rides out on his broom whenever he can.
  • He has an old leather recliner. Because yes, of course he does.
  • The Marauders meet up every week. They talk and they do projects and basically are an entourage at this point.
  • Remus decided to grow a beard, which ends up looking like a few silly little wisps on his chin that bother all of them. Peter one day comments about how easy it would be to get rid of it in his sleep and so Sirius and James create a plan to hack it off
  • (a plan that never works, because Lily tells him the next day and Remus decides to cut it off before Sirius and James can)
  • James and Lily talk every single night and spend time together every single day. They never, ever run out of things to talk about.
  • They have a chore rotation.
  • Every night, before they go to sleep, he makes tea for Lily and himself (she likes chamomile with honey, his favorite changes every week). It’s the one thing he can cook besides Indian food, they food he grew up with, without entirely messing it up.
  • He goes to sleep at nine thirty so he can get sleep and have a great day tomorrow, too, because he learned that you CAN be too tired to enjoy life, and he doesn’t want to waste a minute of it.
  • He focuses a lot on experiences and friendships and relationships now, and he feels so lucky to be surrounded by so many amazing people that he loves, especially after the war.
  • He went to treatment for PTSD after it was over. Harry had to, too, but there are nights when Harry wakes up screaming and James and Lily are there to comfort him and calm him down because they know what it’s like and they love him more than anything else in the world.
  • James Potter lives a beautiful life as an older man and no one can tell me otherwise.
Cinderella (Part 2)

Summary: You finaly get the the courage to meet your one night stand

Pairing: Jeon Jeong-juk (Jungkook) / Reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Words: 2.8k

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“Hello.” You heard his cute voice.

“H-hi.” You nervously stuttered.

“(Y/N)?” He remembered your name?

“Hi….um…you have something that belongs to me.”

He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.

-

You decided to meet him for a swap of your things. It was still pretty early so you decided to meet for an early lunch. You didn’t want to pretend like your someone your not so you dressed in a casual ripped jeans and flowy top.

Would you recognize him? Would he recognize you?

You both decided to meet at the corner café. You were beyond nervous. What if you is actually a jerk or he doesn’t like the real you? What if he regrets last night?

You walked into the café, you didn’t notice any familiar faces so you picked a seat in the back. It was pretty empty anyway so he shouldn’t have trouble finding you.

You clicked your thumbs together waiting for him. You felt your heart beating fast. You couldn’t control your emotions. You weren’t in a good place to be rejected right now.

Your head jerked up when you heard the door open triggering a bell. There he was. He was as gorgeous as you remember. He was wearing a white crewneck a black leather jacket with black jeans. He also had a white beanie on and a black face mask. As soon as he saw you, you could tell he was smiling behind the mask through his eyes.

“Hey.” He said to you as he sat down. He took off his face mask and he gave you a sweet smile. The killer smile you remember.

“Hi.” You shyly responded.

“Let me get us some drinks.” He got up not asking what you wanted.

He came back shortly with two drinks. They honestly looked quite tasty. “This is the best drink here.” He smiled.

You were hesitant to try it because you weren’t a coffee drinker and you doubted they had chocolate shakes here. When you tried it you were blown away. It had a coffee hint but it was mostly ice chocolate. It was delicious.

“It’s a chocolate chip frappuccino…by the look on your face I can tell you like it?” He laughed.

You nodded and put your drink down before it could give you a brain freeze.

“Um.” You started. “I just want to apologize about last night….I promise I never do these type of things.”

He nodded biting the inside of his cheek.

“My friends said that it’s time I put myself out there again….and maybe I got carried away…..so I’m sorry.” You looked down chipping your nail polish off.

“You don’t have to be sorry….” You looked up at him. “I dont regret last night.” He smiled.

“I just kind of wished I remembered more of it.” He continued. “But maybe we can start from the beginning? I mean if you want because you did sneak out on me.” He smirked.

“Oh no.” You leaned your head in your hands. “I promise it’s not like that….I was just embarrassed.” You blushed as you looked at him.

“You’re cute.” He laughed. “So does that me you want to start over?”

“Oh course.” You smiled.

“I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out towards you.

Really we are doing this? “I’m (Y/N).” You laughed at his silliness.

“And I did want to say that you’re great in bed.” He bit his lip.

You rubbed your forehead laughing. “You’re not suppose to say that…we didn’t have sex yet.”

“Right…I predict you’re great in bed.” He smiled.

You shook your head laughing, you kicked him from under the table. “Well I predict that you snore in your sleep.” One thing you remembered this morning was that he had the cutest snore you ever heard, it wasn’t loud or obnoxious but it was soft and cute.

His face dropped from your choice of words. “Really…we’re gonna go there?”

“You started it.” It was your turn to smirk.

You changed your mind, your glad you came to meet him.

“Oh I almost forgot.” He reached into his pocket and slid your phone across the table. You were so caught up in Jungkook you actually forgot about your phone.

“Thank you.” You blushed. “And you can have this back I guess.” You took his sweater laying on your side of the bench and tossed it to him.

“But I might take it back one day because it’s comfortable.” You tilted your head deviously.

“We’ll see.” He smirked.

-

The sad part was that Jungkook had to work later that day but he asked you out for tomorrow night. You were beyond excited.

When you got to your apartment your friends were argueing over what movie they rather watch.

“Hey (Y/N) How did it go?” They both sat up as soon as they saw you. You threw yourself between them on the couch.

“He was the most amazing guy ever.” You smiled.

“Really?” Lalisa cheered.

“Yeah….he was sweet, funny, charming, so cute.” You blushed thinking about him.

You felt happy, like you could actually can move on. You could finally forget about Illhoon. He attempted to talk to you a few times since the break up but you told him you weren’t ready, but now you feel confident.

“So when are you seeing him again?” Rosé nudged you.

“We have a date tomorrow.” You bit your lip. You were overly excited and it was obvious in your face.

“See we did this….we want credit at your wedding.” You laughed.

-

You thought later that day that you should call Ilhoon, he has been trying to talk to you for a while now to settle things.

You felt both relieved and disappointed when you heard his voice mail. You left a message saying how sorry you were for ignoring his calls and that you’re feeling much better and that you’re ready to settle your relationship.

-

“How’s this?” You pulled out a dress from your closet.

“No too fancy.” Rosé suggested.

You put it back and pulled out something else. “This?”

“No too fancy.” Rosé said more annoyed. Lalisa was good at this but she was out with her guy you still didn’t know.

Jungkook slipped his number in your phone before he gave it back to you and he texted you to not dress fancy, that it was a causal date. Which honestly made you happy because he was more down to earth, but somehow you were still nervous.

“Here.” Rosé got up and went through your closet. “This is not too fancy and it’s not to causal, perfect for a date.”

You loved her choice, it was simple white spring dress with a black and white stripped cardigan and to top it off with some gray doc martins. It was causal, cute, and edgy at the same time.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“Just be yourself.” You released a breath.

You were already waiting for Jungkook to pick you up even though he told you seven, you still had ten minutes to spare.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard a knock on the door.

“He’s here.” Why were you so nervous?

Rosé pushed you to the door and you slowly opened it. Your eyes landed on the handsome guy in front of you. He looked good like usual. He was in a white button down dress shirt with black jeans and his usual black leather jacket.

He looked at you and smiled. “Hey.” He sweetly greeted.

“Behave yourselves.” Rosé smirked.

“No promises.” Those words slipped out of your mouth.

Jungkook just laughed, mostly from your feared embarrassing expression. He reached his hand out and you took it following close behind.

“You look beautiful.” He said shyly.

“So do you.” You replied nervously and mentally hit yourself in the face. “I mean handsome.” You bit your lip.

“That’s okay, I’m know I’m beautiful.” He joked.

You were a flushed mess, your face never turned a shade lighter then red.

While he was driving you felt comfortable, the silence didn’t bother you. He was softly singing to the radio and you were blown away of how incredible his voice was.

“I hope you’re not taking me to the middle of nowhere so I can get murdered.”

“That’s not my style….I’m more lock you up in my basement type.” He laughed.

You pulled up into a parking lot that was packed. Instead of parking Jungkook made his way to the back of the building. After he parked you saw him text someone. You both got out and you followed him to the back door of the building.

You only waited a few seconds until it opened. “Hey man.” Some guy greeted Jungkook. He was wearing a backwards cap but you could tell he had orange hair. He had a smile that brightened up his whole face.

“You’re (Y/N) right?” He looked at you and smiled.

You nodded and shook his hand. “This is Hoseok, hes my friend, he works here so he can sneak us in.” Jungkook introduced you.

What was here exactly? After Hoseok snuck you in, he led you both out of the employees only area. When you made your way to the rest of the building you immediately got excited. You were in an aquarium. It was beautiful.

You walked down the path of the different displays of all the different types of fish. You haven’t been to an aquarium since you were little so it was refreshing. Jungkook really knew how to pick a date. He smiled at your fascination with the different aquariums. There was still people browsing but you could tell the aquarium was on their last hour before close.

Jungkook held your hand the entire time you walked through the different areas. You reached a portion that was a pathway through a tunnel. When you walked along the aquarium it was all along the tunnel. All around you. You slightly jumped when you noticed the sharks swimming above your head. You squeezed Jungkook’s hand tighter. It was incredible and frightening at the same time.

-

The next half hour you were more blown away of every display they had to offer. You walked upstairs until you reached another pathway of stingrays. You watched as they swam above you and all around. You looked at Jungkook smiling.

“It’s amazing.” You whispered.

“Yeah.” Just then Jungkook stole your attention as he leaned into you with a tender kiss. You were surprised from the sudden action but it didn’t take you long to respond. The kiss got deeper as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held each hand on your hips moving you backwards until you reached the wall. You felt glass from the cold chill that ran up your back.

You felt him brush your bottom lip with his tongue. The sensation gave you butterflies as you opened your mouth responding to his request. He pushed you up so you were sitting on the railing behind you. He placed himself between your legs as he moved down to your neck. You felt like you were drunk with every wet touch. You touched up his toned body underneath his shirt. You felt the tension between your lower half’s.

He stopped kissing you for a moment as your phone rang ruining the moment. You didn’t bother looking at the name, you just hit the call straight to voicemail. Clearly making out with Jungkook was more important to you. He was your drug and you needed more of it.

You pulled him back in kissing him deeply. You reached for his pants buckle getting excited. “How about we finish this at my place, I rather not get kicked out.” He smirked. You nodded and you both made your way out of the building quickly.

When you got into the car he was shaking his leg impatiently. You couldn’t help but blush as you noticed his bulge. Luckily the drive was pretty short because you both couldn’t wait much longer.

As soon as you made your way into his apartment he pinned you against the door kissing you desperately. This was deja vu but better because neither of you were drunk.

You jumped up wrapping your legs behind him. You felt his erection poking you and it felt chilling. He started towards the bedroom carrying you. You were kissing his neck until he dropped you on his bed. You helped him take off his shirt and immediately took off your dress. He took a second to admire your body before he pulled your underwear off along with your bra. You grabbed his pants, quickly taking them off.

You grabbed his member pumping your hand up and down as he kissed your neck. You moaned as he rubbed figure eights through your folds.

“Jungkook.” You moaned. “I need you right now.”

He smirked at you as he grabbed himself and lined up to your center. He lifted your right leg up and placed it on his shoulder as he pushed in. The angle was deep and you almost screamed from the pleasure. He thrusted into you deeper causing the bed to squeak.

“You okay.” He asked you sweetly out of breath.

You nodded. “Faster.” You moaned.

He leaned into you more, bending your leg more forward. He thrusted into you at a rapid speed. He was out of breath as you attempted to kiss him.

You felt a chill as your pleasure was shooting through your body. “Jungkook I’m gonna c-” You moaned.

“Wait for me.” He tried to catch his breath.

As soon as he said that he started slowing down and you decided to let go. You closed your eyes as you felt him released causing you to shutter from the orgasm that was passing through both of your bodies.

You moaned as he pulled out of you suddenly. He immediately fell to the side of you trying to steady his breathing. You loved the way he looked with sweat dripping down his face.

He turned to you and smiled. “I knew you would be great in bed.” You laughed as you pushed your hair off your face.

He pulled you in for one last kiss before you both fell asleep.

-

The next morning you actually remember everything that happened and the thought obviously put a smile on your face. You felt Jungkook right behind you as his breath was on your neck and his arm was wrapped over your hip. You gently reached for your phone to check the time. When you clicked the home button you noticed you had one missed call from Illhoon.

He must of been the one that called you last night. Was he just responding to your call?

You sat up about to get out of bed when you felt Jungkook pull you back into his arms.

“No…you’re not sneaking out this time.” He whined.

You laughed from his cute actions and you turned around to face him. “I wont.” You blushed.

He leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips. “I’m sorry I slept over again.”

“I’m glad you did.” He shyly smiled. “I like seeing you first thing when I wake up.” You felt the butterflies invade your stomach again. He was so sweet and you can’t wait to move forward with your relationship.

-

A few hours later you decided to head home. Spending all morning with Jungkook was nice. He cooked you breakfast as you danced around him making him laugh.

You would of stayed longer but his friends invaded your alone time. They were all goofy especially the one you met last night, turns out hes Jungkooks roommate also. He just spends a lot of time over his girlfriend’s place.

When you got back to your apartment you decided to call Illhoon back.

“Hey.” He answered. “I got your message.”

“Sorry I didn’t answer I was out.” You responded. You were fine hearing his voice, it didn’t make you shiver like it did before, knowing he didn’t love you anymore.

“Do you want to meet me? I think we should catch up for a bit.” He sounded nervous.

“Yeah sounds good.”

It was time to put your breakup a side and start being friends again. That’s what you were before you even started dating. You met up with him at your old favorite pizza place that you always went to together. It was nice seeing him again. You definitely moved on, you can actually look at him without bursting into tears.

“So how is everything?” You causally asked.

“There was something I wanted to ask you.” He cut to chase.

“What’s up?” You smiled.

“I want to get back together.”

-

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

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Spencer x Reader.

“Ouch, ouch OUCH.“

"Stop being a baby!” you said to your best friend and colleague. 

“But it hurts,” Spencer complained. 

“Well of course it hurts you idiot, you’ve broken your leg." 

"Can you just drive more carefully please?" 

You were in your car driving back from the hospital where you’d spent the last four hours. Spencer was laid out across your back seat, his leg in plaster. You’d been with him when he’d fallen out of the tree, an image you still couldn’t get out of your head. 

Spencer Reid. In a tree. You couldn’t wait to tell the others. You’d taken pictures. 

"This wouldn’t have happened if you’d listened to me. I told you those branches couldn’t take your weight.” You couldn’t help but gloat. 

“Yes well, I was trying to be nice. That little girl wouldn’t stop crying.”

The two of you had met up for coffee, having returned from your most recent case the evening before. It was a pleasant day so you’d decided to take a walk through the local park. 

You’d come across a young mother trying to calm her crying child, her kite stuck in a tree. 

Spencer, being the gentleman he was, had offered to climb up and get it. You laughed telling him there’s no way those branches could take his weight but he’d ignored you. 

Less than 30 seconds into his climb, you heard a cracking and a loud girlish squeal as he came crashing to the ground, landing on his leg at an awkward angle. 

You couldn’t not laugh at him even though he was clearly hurt. The little girl’s mom had been mortified, especially when you told her what you both did for a living. “It’s fine,” you’d assured her. “He got shot in the leg last year, he’s used to being injured.”

“Can you stop laughing at me and call an ambulance please?” Spencer had piped up from the ground. 

“Let me just take a picture so I can show the team.” You pulled out your cell. “Smile.”

He’d glared at you. “ Ambulance. Now Y/N.”

“Fine, fine. No need to get so tetchy.”

Four hours and multiple photos later, you were on your way home, you having followed the ambulance in your car. You were taking Spencer back to your apartment as yours had an elevator and his didn’t, stopping by at his on the way picking up the list of items he’d given you. 

You drove over another pothole hearing him whine again. “I beg of you, please just drive carefully." 

You signaled, pulling to the side of the road "Get outta the car Reid.” You spun around in your seat. 

“Wait… No! I’m injured.”

“Criticise my driving again, and you can walk home. And I won’t let you stay at my apartment meaning you’ll have to call Morgan and tell him how you tried and failed to fly today.”

He pouted at you. “I’m sorry, you’re not a bad driver. It’s just the pot holes nudge my leg and it freaking hurts. It’s not so bad until you go over one.”

He’d refused painkillers at the hospital, you understanding why, and suddenly you felt bad for taking the piss out of him. 

“I’ll try and avoid them okay. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

You made it home with a few mores groans from him and you helped him into your building making it to your apartment with only a few stumbles. 

“Stay here, I’ll make up the couch now so we don’t have to do it later.”

“Aww you’re giving up your bed for me Y/N?”

“Fuck no…. I don’t give up my bed for no-one. You’re having the couch.”

“But I’m injured… And your pull out isn’t very comfortable.” He stayed on it before during your many movie marathons when he couldn’t be bothered to drive home. 

“I’m not giving up my bed Spence. You’re my best friend and I love you to bits but just no. Not happening.”

“But I gave you mine when you had strep throat and demanded I take you home and look after you.”

“And that, is because you are a much nicer person than I am.”

He tried to give you his puppy dog face which he knew almost always made you break. You shook your head at him. This was one thing you weren’t budging on. 

You made up the couch for him and put his bags on the chair. Deciding you were both starving you ordered pizza, watching an old episode of the Twilight Zone when it arrived. 

When you finished up, you tidied your mess away feeling Spencer watching you. He went to speak, stopping before any words actually left his mouth. 

“S'up?” You turned to your friend. 

He screwed up his mouth, his hands nervously playing with his tee shirt. 

“I need a shower.”

He did….When he’d fell he’d landed in some mud and although you’d managed to wipe most of it off whilst you were in the hospital waiting room some of it had matted into his hair, making it even messier than usual. 

“And?”

“I…..um, I’m not gonna be able to pull my jeans off. And I probably won’t be able stand for long in your shower by myself.”

“Can you wait until tomorrow and I can get Morgan to come and help?”

He shook his head. “You know how funny I am about showering everyday. I won’t be able to relax if I don’t. Please?”

Right… Okay. 

“We’ll have to cut your jeans off.” The doctor had already hacked them off at the knee in order to plaster him up so they were ruined anyway. “And… We’ll work the other stuff out as we go. Your boxers are staying on by the way.”

“Well duh….”

You went into your kitchen pulling out a roll of black bin liners, duct tape and your kitchen scissors, grabbing some towels from the basket of clean laundry you’d yet to put away. 

“Move it hop along.” You motioned towards your bathroom. 

“It kinda looks like you’re getting ready to murder me or something Y/N.” He pointed to the bags and scissors. 

“Oh Spencer… I’d at least wait until you were asleep. Now come on.”

He pulled himself up using his crutch as leverage and hobbling into the bathroom behind you. 

Flipping the lid of your toilet seat down, you instruct him, “Sit.”

You took his crutch off him propping it up against a wall. Twirling the scissors around your fingers you smiled menacingly at him. “Do you trust me?" 

"I don’t really have much choice.” He stuck his leg out. “Just…. Don’t cut through my boxers okay.”

Raising your eyebrows at him you joked, “Spencer, if I wanted to see your dick I would have seen it by now. Trust me on that." 

He flushed slightly as you reached for the bottom of his jeans, starting to cut up the side of his leg pulling the fabric apart as you did so you could easily see when you reached his underwear. 

"Pink boxers Spencer? Really?”

He shrugged at you. You continued cutting reaching the top. “Lift your butt off the seat slightly.”

He did and you quickly yanked the jeans from under him so they settled around his thighs. He rested back down. You removed his other Converse and sock, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom and pulling the jeans down and off his other leg. 

“Act one complete. Now onto Act two.” You started humming the Green Hill Zone music from Sonic the Hedgehog as you pulled a black bag from the roll, opening it up and lifting his leg inside it carefully. 

“I never knew you were a Sonic fan Y/N.”

“Up down left right A B C start, you know it baby.” You winked at him. “Now hold the bag around the top of your cast please.”

He gripped the plastic and you reached for the duct tape, taping the plastic flush to his leg and laughing at the finished look. 

“You’re probably gonna lose a few leg hairs getting that off.”

“Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Call yourself a genius Dr Reid….. ”

You stood up from your spot on the floor, leaning over and flicking the shower on. 

When you’d turned around, Spencer had pulled his tee shirt off. 

Woah….. 

You’d seen him shirtless before when you’d hurriedly changed in front of each other when out on cases. In fact you’d seen all of the team in various states of undress, but you’d not seen him with his top off in about four months. 

He’d changed. Not massively, but his tummy had more definition and tone to it and you could make out the start of a V nearing his hips. His shoulders and arms had more muscle. You’d always thought he’d had nice arms but now they definitely looked like they could do a lot more damage. 

“Trying to impress someone Spencer?” you teased. His cheeks flushed. “OMG, I was joking but you actually are. Who? As your best friend I demand you tell me.”

“It…. It’s n-noone.”  He hardly ever stuttered around you now, he had when you’d first met eighteen months ago but he’d stopped when you’d become closer friends. 

“It’s clearly someone… Tell me!”

“I can’t.”

“Pffft. Lies. All lies. Well you’re looking very sexy Dr Reid, even with the bag wrapped round your leg.”

You actually meant this too. You’d always thought Spencer was attractive with his messy hair and deep brown eyes but you’d become such good friends that you’d pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. You teased him all the time and faux flirted, loving watching him get flustered trying to come back with a retort. He rarely managed it, him being fairly awkward around girls. 

“Although Spencer?”

“Hmmmmm.”

“Whoever she is, if she doesn’t like you for you then she’s not worth it. Don’t change yourself just to impress someone else. You’re perfect just as you are.”

He blushed the deepest red you’d seen on him in a long time, muttering out a thanks. 

“Now, let’s get you wet sugar!” you drawled earning a chuckle from him, his awkwardness at your compliment fading. 

He inched into your walk in shower using one hand to steady himself against the tiles, while he tried to get under the spray and not get his leg wet at the same time. Although the cast was covered, you still had to be careful.

It was funny to watch and every few moments he’d wobble, letting out a little screech and you’d reach out your arm to steady him. 

Seeing you laughing he flicked his arm through the spray, water droplets hitting you.

“Hey!”

“Stop laughing then and help me wash my hair. I can’t do it and steady myself at the same time.”

“How exactly am I meant to wash your hair for you? You’re a good seven inches taller than me Reid.”

His brow furrowed thinking, and suddenly you had a brainwave. One that would make this all so much easier. 

“Be right back.” You ran into your kitchen spying one of your bar stools and taking it back into the bathroom with. You reckoned it would just about fit. Motioning him to move out the way you placed the chair in the shower with him. 

“Ta daaaa!! Now sit.”

Pulling off your hoody and your own jeans you stepped into the shower behind him leaving your tee shirt and underwear on. You unhooked the shower head from its holster on the wall, handing it to him hold. 

You grabbed your shampoo from the rack, squirting some onto his messy hair. “Head back Spencer.”

He did as instructed, holding the spray of the shower away from you both and as you ran your fingers through his locks, massaging the shampoo into a lather. 

“I swear you have nicer hair than me Spence. It’s really not fair." 

He laughed and you took the shower head off him, rinsing it through and repeating the same steps with the conditioner.  

His eyes were closed and you swore you heard a light moan coming from him as you massaged his scalp lightly. 

"Done.”

Handing him your body wash and a spare sponge you held the shower head above him, the water sluicing down his back as he washed himself. “Y/N…. Close your eyes please.”

“I’m not looking, feel free to give yourself a good ole scrub down there. Just remember; once is fine, twice is okay, but three times…. And I’m leaving the shower.”

He laughed announcing a few moments later that he was done. You shut off the water, helping him up and moving the chair out. 

“Think you can hobble back and get dressed yourself whilst I have a quick wash?”

He nodded wrapping a towel around his middle, grabbing his crutch and heading out of the room. 

You stripped, quickly shaving your legs and washing your own hair. When you’d finished you dried off, dressing in the same pajamas you’d left in there this morning. 

Spencer was laid out on your bed propped up with your pillows against your headboard. He’d managed to dress himself in a pair of loose pajama pants and a tee shirt, you noticing the wet towel and his pink boxers lying on top of your wash basket. The black bag had gone as well. 

“He hey hey, I said you weren’t having my bed.”

He grinned. “I’m not, just let’s watch TV in here for a bit. It’s more comfy.”

You relented, he was right after all. You chucked him the TV clicker, climbing on to the bed next to him. 

“Thank you by the way.”

“Huh? For?" 

"For um… Letting me stay here and helping me in the shower and stuff. I know it was a bit weird.”

“Don’t be silly. You’re my bestie and you’re hurt. I may take the piss but I genuinely don’t like you being in pain…. Except when it’s caused by me.” You reached out and pinched his arm.  “Oh and Spence, I don’t really find anything weird with you. I feel comfortable when I’m with you. Kinda…. At home?” The last part came out like a question, more because you weren’t sure how else to explain yourself. 

He glanced at you. “Me too Y/N.” He got what you meant. 

He flicked through the channels, settling on some teen movie that had not long started. 

Fifteen minutes in and you were exasperated with the storyline already. 

“For fucks sake, her best friend is clearly the better option and he’s obviously head over heels for her. I can’t stand these types of movies.”

“Why not?” Spencer shot you a sideways look. 

“Just the whole dynamic. If you have feelings for your best friend, then freaking tell them. Or show them somehow.”

“Like how? Maybe he’s shy. What if he’s scared?” Reid’s voice sounded weird. Slightly strangled somehow. 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “There’s ways of telling someone without actually saying it. Take her hand whilst you’re out walking or something. If she pulls away, she’s not into you like that and you can just pretend it never happened. No harm done, no awkward conversation.”

He went quiet and you resumed watching the movie. 

Twenty minutes later, you felt his arm twitch on the bed. You turned to look at him, his eyes intently focused on the screen. 

Another few minutes later, the same thing. His hand actually leaving its spot on the bed this time before putting it back down again. 

A full ten minutes later you heard him inhale a deep breath before moving his hand and wrapping it around yours. 

You jumped but didn’t pull away, just staring at your hands for a moment, thoughts running through your head, replaying the conversation you’d not long had. 

Oh… OH. 

This was new.

But not horrible. Definitely not horrible. In fact….. 

You liked it. Like really liked it. 

Spencer went to pull his hand away, obviously scared by your lack of response. 

“No….. Leave it Spence." 

You turned your hand face up so you could interlace your fingers with his, enjoying the warmth and strangely fuzzy feeling it gave you inside your tummy. 

He liked you? Like that?

He liked you. 

And given the butterflies you could feel dive bombing in your stomach, you liked him back.

Well, he was hot. And he knew almost everything about you. 

And you did spend almost all your spare time with him. 

And he was funny, and caring and kind. He was your favourite person in the world. 

You liked him. Why had you never realised?

Huh. 

This was completely unexpected. 

You gave his hand a soft squeeze, raising your eyes to his. His beautiful eyes, looking so nervous and unsure. 

You smiled at him, slightly unsure yourself. 

He returned your grin, releasing the breath he’d been holding and squeezing back. 

Okay. You could work with this. 

You wriggled closer to him, lifting his arm up and placing it around your shoulder before resting your head against his shoulder. You heard a sigh that you could only describe as contentment coming from him. 

Yes, you could definitely work with this. 

And that’s how you fell asleep. 

One Breakfast at a Time

upperstories submitted:

(Rough Around the Edges, pt. 2)

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Summary: The following morning… 

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Boris’s feet felt prickly.

The first thought that dredged up the wolf’s mind from the thick, murky mires of sleep was that there was a foreign, uncomfortable feeling in his toes. It wasn’t quite painful, but it was distracting. Which was a shame; quite honestly, as the rest of him felt like it was swaddled in a soft, warm cloud, like lying on a mountain of fleece. He was dreaming of sleeping on the back of a large, comfy sheep. Maybe if he moved his feet right, he could shoo the strange sensation away and get back to sinking completely into the wool.

His toes twitched, and the tingling feeling went up both his legs completely. That hurt.

“YIPE!” Boris yelped, knees hiking in alarm, eyes flying open.

The first thing that greeted him was strange visual tones and hues, blurred from the sleep in his eyes and the tingling in his feet. They were—oh, whadyacallems?—Blues. And Greens. Only lighter, greyer, faintly cast across the ceiling above him, making him squint. It followed the outline of a windowpane.

His foggy mind thought, not for the first time:

How long will it take before them colors look normal?

Motion at his side had him shaking his noggin, revealing the familiar heads of to his pals, moppy and disheveled from sleep. Alice muttered something under her breath—when had her halo hung itself up on that lamp?— and Bendy snuggled closer into the pillows, a bit of drool staining the soft cushion.

Recognition stumbled into his brain as his eyes adjusted to the dim early morning light.

He wasn’t sleeping on a bed of fleece. He was sharing a bed with Alice and Bendy, feeling mighty cozy in spite of being too long to rightly fit on the mattress length-wise, which explained why his feet weren’t under the covers. The tingling must’ve been because they’d been leaning over the end board all night.

Asleep, his feet were asleep. That’s what this feeling felt like. Except… it was much stronger than how it’d felt before, back in the world drenched in ink.

Dang, the real world felt strange.

Trying his best not to disturb the other two sleeping Toons, Boris slowly pulled his bare feet under the blankets, wincing as he flexed the tingling feeling out of them. They were cold to the touch, as were the ends of his ears and snout, a stark difference compared to the comfy warm bubble formed underneath the covers from his proximity to his friends. If he stayed still enough, curled up a ball, maybe he could go back his sweet, soft, monochromatic dreams…

The door creaked, and Boris was awake.

In the semi darkness, the wolf made out the shape of a figure entering the room, familiar in spite of his loss of Toonification. It was Henry.

Err. At least. Boris was pretty sure it was Henry.

The man had Henry’s almost square-ish head, large ears, surly set face and all, but in place of the man’s wrinkled light green shirt and brown slacks was a plaid patterned collared shirt, all blues and grays, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and the bottom half of a dark grey jumpsuit, faded at the knees and the top half wrapped messily around his waist. His black work boots were word around the souls. It all smelled faintly of engine oil.

A change of clothes shouldn’t have been completely out of left field for the Toon (as he recalled, Bendy changed his wardrobe a number of times over a wide variety of episodes), but the old animator’s plainer duds had almost seemed glued to him. Seeing Henry in less plain-looking clothes felt like seeing a camel in a bunny onesie. Strange.

He silently watched Henry tread to the bedside table on Bendy’s side of the bed and leave a note next to the lamp. The man looked haggard, but clean. His hair was even combed.

Boris considered keeping his head down, pretending to be asleep. But then, just as it looked like he was about to leave, Henry stopped and turned around, looking back at the bed of Toons. Contemplating, eyes unfocused and glassy—from lack of sleep, perhaps?— grey circles under them. The wolf’s felt his heart clench, and he lifted his head.

“Henry?” he whispered.

Henry jumped and caught himself on the wall.

“JEEZ—” Henry breathed, forced his voice down. “Boris— scared the daylights outta me.”

“Sorry—!” Boris’s ears fell back. “Sorry.”

Henry put a hand to his chest and sighed. His eyes looked less glassy, more awake.

“Agh, I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Did Henry look guilty? Nah, it must’ve been Boris’s imagination.

“Nah,” said Boris, truthfully. “Feet fell asleep. Woke me up instead.”

The corners of Henry’s mouth twitched. If Boris didn’t know any better, he could almost mistake the man’s grimace as a smile. It almost met his eyes.

“Headin’ off somewhere?” said Boris, nodding towards the note.

“Just about,” whispered Henry.

He motioned for Boris to follow him out of the room, finger to his lips. Boris nodded, trying to be mindful of jostling the bed, so as not to rouse Alice or Bendy. The wolf was thankful for his thick coat of fur (ink?) once he was free from the blankets, as the room was fairly brisk without the protection. Boris swallowed a whine and followed after the grizzled animator.

On their way to the den, Henry grabbed a large, dark green jacket from one of the hampers in the hallway. He gave it a tentative sniff to check if it was clean, shrugged, and offered it to Boris. Boris sniffed as well. It smelled of Henry and mothballs. It would do. The sleeves came up an inch short of his wrists though.

“Gotta go plead to the powers that be that I don’t end up unemployed before the day’s end,” said Henry once they were a safe whisper-free distance from the bedroom, sighing and scratching his neck. “I, uh, took a few more vacation days than I’d originally planned.”

Boris’s stomach dropped, guiltily. The studio.

“Oh, golly… wha… that was our fault—”

“S’nobody’s fault,” said Henry, patting Boris’s shoulder. They passed the couch. It didn’t show any signs of Henry sleeping on it. “I might have to work a few extra shifts to make up for it though. My boss, Callum? Not exactly known for being forgiving, but he can be fair when he needs to be.”

Boris nodded, faint memories of his own past experiences with “unforgiving bosses” arising. His tail tucked between his legs, the wound from the harsh look on Joey’s face all those days ago in that office now fresh in his mind’s eye. When the air was thick with acetone and Henry’s open cartoon wounds. His nose twitched, feeling a little sick at the memory.

“M-Maybe I should come with ya,” said Boris, the weightlessness of Henry leaning on him ghosting along his shoulder. He gripped it. “Help explain a few things—”

“Boris,” said Henry. There was no harshness in his voice, but it was still firm. “I… I appreciate it, Pup. I really do. But… you need to stay here. All three of you. Lay low for a while.”

Boris tried his best not to look discouraged. Henry patted his shoulder again and gave it a squeeze. It felt odd, not having to look down on Henry as much as he had when the animator was still a Toon. Henry squared his shoulders, and Boris felt assured.

“It’s… too much, out there,” Henry nodded to the window. A car honked, followed by another, and across the way, some neighbors were opening windows to do laundry. A lady waved out a large red blanket, and Boris had to flinch at the brightness of the color, visible even in the dim early morning. “Too much to get used to all at once.  Besides, I know Callum. I’ll be alright.”

Boris felt like crawling into an inkwell. He knew Henry was right, but it wrung his nerves like wet laundry. He felt so… useless. He was supposed to be the helper, the best buddy. He sighed.

A kettle whistled.

“Oh, shoot—” Henry rushed to the stove and turned the knob, using one of the dangling jumpsuit sleeves to take the metal pot from the heat when he couldn’t find his oven mitt, setting it on his oven mitt so the counter wouldn’t burn— ahh. Found the mitt. Hmm. “Sheesh… I, err, tried making something quick for breakfast for you all before I left, but, well. The mess. Heh. Wasn’t able to get as much done as I was hoping…”

Boris turned to the counter while Henry prepared a quick coffee for himself, and noticed, to his surprise, that the tower of bills and mail had been cleared off, leaving room for three sets of plates, bowls, forks and spoons of varying style and size. Each plate had a couple eggs, sunny-side up, glasses of water, and steaming hot bowls of oatmeal—with walnuts and molasses, from the looks of them. Bois sniffed the air above the biggest bowl (he hoped it was his) and licked his chops. It smelled pretty dang good.

Breakfast wasn’t the only change to the den. The mess from last night seemed to have all been pushed to the side, the floor for the most part cleared of debris, if still in need of a vacuuming. Trash bags sat stacked next to the door, ready for dumping, full of the empty bottles and boxes.

…How long had Henry been up, working on all of this?

“Ya didn’t have to…” said Boris, ears flopping back. “Dunno if we really need to eat.”

“A good breakfast might liven up the mood around here,” said Henry, smirking. At least this time it reached his eyes. He quickly downed the contents of the mug, grimacing. “Aghh, love the feeling of burnt tongue in the morning.”

“Ya do?” Boris laughed.

“Nope,” Henry laughed in turn. He set his mug in the sink, which was filled with other much dirtier mugs as well as pots and pans, and put a small tin reading Express-o, Coffee on the Go away. A cast iron skillet was all that was left on the stove, which looked surprisingly well cared for, considering the state of Henry’s other kitchen items. Guess that explained the eggs. He pointed to Boris. “Tea boxes are on the counter too, should be enough hot water between all of you. Don’t let Bendy drink my coffee. I’ll call you all when I’m on my way back. Don’t answer the phone for anyone else.”

“Wha?? Buh—how-how?” said Boris, getting whiplash.

Henry pointed to the other end of the den. A black, faintly dusty dial-up phone sat on the floor, next to the far wall, with a note taped to the wall over it. It read a variety of instructions in Henry’s chicken scrawl shorthand, and a blessedly legible phone number at the bottom. It looked as if it’d been dug up from one of Henry’s old boxes.

“I’ll call three times in a row. Only answer if you get three calls within a few seconds of each other,” said Henry, grabbing a toolbox next to the couch and as many of the trash bags as he could carry. “Other than that, just let it ring.”

“Whuh- wait, Henry!” said Boris, heart leaping in his throat. “I-I’m not so sure we…”

Boris turned to the window, grabbing the sleeve of the jacket. The sun was raising more and more, the world outside of them starting to wake up. Yellows mixed with grays, turning them brown and sandy. He was sorely missing his dreams, drenched in black and white.

“Hey, hey,” said Henry. His hand was back on Boris’s shoulder.

Boris turned to him, every inch of his face dropping, expecting to get one of Henry’s signature rigid, authoritative glares, waiting to be given the hard facts of their situation. Instead, he got a tired, yet… understanding smile. It was lopsided and rough around the edges, and looked wildly unsure.

“It’s ok,” said Henry, in a voice that, despite what his face betrayed, sounded pretty dang convincing.

The wolf felt something inside him—something that he’d kept bunched together throughout the drive, the climb to Henry’s apartment, the scary few minutes this morning where he first experienced his feet falling asleep in the real world and how real the real world felt and how he wasn’t really a wolf he wasn’t real was he?— unclench and, without thinking, he leaned his head on Henry’s shoulder, sagging weightily. Henry teetered, not used to the wolf having a third dimension’s worth of weight to him, but evened out, and wrapped an arm around Boris’s back, toolbox counterbalancing him.

“This is a lot to take in,” said Henry, gruff voice a welcome sound for the poor, overwhelmed wolf. “Don’t rush yourselves through it. Thing’s’ll get easier. I just…” His grip tightened, strong, grounding. “We just gotta make some things work first.”

The wolf whined.

“I just wanna help,” said Boris, voice feeling thicker than glue. “I ain’t much of a good helper though. I couldn’t even help you or Bendy or Alice when everything came crumblin’…”

“Now now, none of that,” Henry almost laughed.

Boris almost had enough nerve to get annoyed, if not for what Henry said next.

“That’s no way to talk about the guy who saved my life. And Bendy’s and Alice’s. And then mine again.” Henry stopped, smirking when he felt Boris quietly snort. “And Bendy’s, again, about, what? Five more times?”

“Mmmh, you’re just saying that…” Boris didn’t sound completely convinced, but the knot loosened a fraction. He pushed from Henry, trying to stand his full height. His cheeks had their old stylized blush back; his ears almost perking sincerely. Almost. He let them droop, eyes downcast. Henry sighed.

“For now… none of us know what we’re doing,” said Henry. “Not even me. And I’m from here. But we’ll figure it out.”

“…one breakfast at a time?” said Boris, trying to smile. It was shaky. Oh, he felt so shaky.

“One breakfast at a time,” said Henry. He reached up and scratched Boris between the ears, and Boris relaxed. He felt his tail wag, if only just a bit.

“But seriously,” Henry added. He was grinning, almost… devilishly. “Keep. Bendy. Away from my coffee. If I come back and find him bouncing off the walls, I’m hiring an exorcist.”

Boris was so taken aback, he couldn’t help himself. The thought alone was so ridiculous, but seeing Henry actually try to crack a joke? Utterly too much to comprehend. The wolf howled a laugh right out loud.

And it felt scarily, wonderfully real. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT’S A HAPPY HOPEFUL ENDING TO THIS FIC.  THIS IS MY WEAKNESS.

THIS IS ALL MY WEAKNESS.  I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

Only Me(Namjoon Smut)

I got a request from @namjoonsfangirl for a punishment smut. Once again guys, if I see any request that is not detailed then I will start deleting it after this especially when I’ve asked you begged- for you to please give me more detail and I’ve done a smut like this before. This is my last time and I hope you realize I’m not being mean I’m just frustrated. 

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hey. Hey Taehyung, give that back!” You shouted as he took your phone from your body that was laying out on your back. You frowned reaching for Taehyung’s wrist pulling him down on the couch. You crawled on his lap as you both started to play wrestle and you tried to get him to loosen his grip on your phone. Taehyung chuckled moving to tickle you with his free hand knowing that it would make you laugh and loosen your grip a little bit.

“Tae-hyung! Ahhh! S-stop!” You laughed uncontrollably as you fought for your phone, your hips straddling him and hugging him tightly against your body as you jerked the phone from his reach. Your hand moving above his head, Taehyung gripping onto your hips as you both saw Namjoon come into the room holding a bowl of cereal. He glanced at the both of you going to sit beside you on the couch. You straightened yourself up sticking your tongue out at Taehyung as you moved to lean your head against Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Daddy Monster~ Pokemonster.” You teased Namjoon causing him to chuckle, a light pink tent dusting his cheeks as he shoved cereal in his mouth to keep from answering.

“Dance monster!” Taehyung shouted out playfully causing you to snicker at his remarks. Namjoon flipped him off with his middle finger before going back to the cereal. You grabbed the spoon from Namjoon’s hand taking a bite of his cereal causing him to just stare at you with admiration before it was erased from his face. Namjoon loved it that you were like this, playful and demanding not caring that he had the title of being an idol. You treated him and the rest of BTS like they were normal boys that you loved to be around. You were so carefree and joking with all of them, and not once did you ever take to social media about them. You were a best friend on and off the scenes and they loved how you gave your company willingly. How you met was anything but ordinary. You had seen their first performance. Sneaking backstage to congratulate them with a basket of food. They had been so impressed by you, Namjoon followed you outside to ask for your number or Kakao and you willingly gave it to him. Ever since that day three years ago you had been there by their sides keeping them close and being in their corner whenever they needed. But Namjoon had deeper feelings for you, he couldn’t tell you but often he thought about how it would be to come home to you. To sneak over to your house some nights when he needed to release steam or just hold you close. How it would be to see you in the crowd and sing to you and feel the love songs that he was writing about. You were perfect, passionate and human. You never tried to hide from him, you had made him feel like himself with you, he wasn’t Rap Monster he was Kim Namjoon.

“Namjoon..” You snapped your fingers in his face that seemed dazed out and though he was staring at you he wasn’t really here.

“Y-yeah.” Namjoon cleared his throat as he grabbed his spoon back going back to eating, looking towards the screen he gave a sheepish smile.

“Noona!” Jungkook called out bursting through the front door with Seokjin and Yoongi who gave you a kind smile. Jungkook ran to you picking you up from the couch and moving to sit you in his lap.

“Hello, my precious little one.” You teased back pinching his cheeks.

“Noona. I’m not that young anymore. I’m a man!” He frowned hugging you around your waist. You played in his hair smiling as you kissed his nose.

“You’re my big man.” You were just playing with him, giving affection to him knowing that he enjoyed it. Namjoon knew he shouldn’t have been jealous but he couldn’t help it. Getting up from the couch, he stormed into the kitchen washing out his bowl and disappearing into his room. He may have thought no one noticed it, but Yoongi saw everything and he decided to pick with the male about it next time he got.

Things continued to be like that. You would joke around with other members and Namjoon would distance himself. Going to lengths to almost ignore you whenever you were around because he didn’t want to get more attached to you, his best friend and you were obvious to fall for everyone else. Yoongi was the main one to play into it. On movie night, he kept you in his lap arms around your stomach, his mouth pressing kisses against your temple as his hands stroked your skin. Namjoon glowered at the male knowing what he was doing to him.

“Namjoon can you hand me the remote so we can turn it up?” You asked Namjoon laughing from the jokes Yoongi were telling you leaning into his embrace. Namjoon had gotten up to go towards the kitchen and get water before he retreated into his room. Namjoon just looked at you for a quick second and walked towards his room not doing what you asked.

“What the hell..” You frowned watching his tall figure slump through the kitchen and retreat further until he was out of sight.

“You know for the past few weeks he’s been like this. Moping and keeping quiet when you’re around. I can’t believe that he’s been ignoring you. And you haven’t noticed. I thought for sure you were both so close but I see not.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as he stroked your hair looking at the screen. “Maybe he finally got a girlfriend.” Yoongi mused trying to see your reaction. Your body froze, your jealously slowly starting to seep out. Another girl friend?? Namjoon couldn’t, could he? And not tell you? But Yoongi was really close to Namjoon just as well as you were so you knew that he couldn’t be that far from the truth. Not thinking about what you were doing, you got up and stormed to Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s shared room. Pushing the door opened, you saw Namjoon there with his earphones in sitting on the edge of the bed. His laptop pressed against his legs. He was so handsome, black tank showing off his muscles and sagging gray sweatpants on his waist. His hair combed back but still looking messy due to him not doing much today. He glanced at you, eyes flickering over your body quickly before he went back to his work. You sighed shutting the door, deciding to slowly and quietly lock it. You walked to grab a chair from the desk sitting in front of him. When he still didn’t acknowledge you, it felt as if your heart was breaking and you reached out to gently yank an earbud from his ear sitting back.

“I was working.” He replied calmly not glancing at you.

“Who is she?” You blurted out. You had been pondering on what to say but you couldn’t really think of anything so you went with what you were feeling.

“Who?” Namjoon asked annoyance on his face as his fingers glided against his keys.

“Your girlfriend!” You shouted. Namjoon paused, lifting an eyebrow he looked up at you with a stone face his dimples poking out from how he pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“Now what fan said something like that?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Don’t change the subject who is she?” You asked again and when he just stare at you like you were crazy you opened your mouth again. “Yoongi told me you probably had a girlfriend and you’ve been really distant to me. I don’t like that you are just ignoring me for someone else. If you don’t want me around tell me!” You shouted at him, showing some emotions that you normally don’t. Namjoon stare at you a long time before he spoke again with a sigh.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. Yoongi said might, he never said I did and either way if I did have a girlfriend I’m sure he and you both would know! I don’t have anything to hide here. I haven’t been around because you’ve been too busy playing with everyone else to notice me! But we are all your friends and I know how you all care deeply for us so I’m just giving you space! And don’t yell at me especially when you don’t know things that you think you do. Please get out and give me space this time. I don’t want to talk about anything else with you.” Namjoon said simply plopping his white earbud back into his ear. You sat there with your mouth hanging open from how he scolded you. If anything, it sounded like he was just as jealous as you were. Could it be he liked you too? The little subtle hints he gave you, your mind seemed to think about. How he dazed out around you, let only you steal his food. Gave you his clothes to change into and his bed to sleep in almost always insisting that you sleep with him.

You felt like a fool for not noticing. You knew you could probably be wrong too, but for what other reason would he act like this? And it didn’t hurt for you to find out in any means necessary. Getting on your knees, you crawled over to Namjoon slowly, the sweats you had on pressing against the floor. The cotton material rubbing against your skin. You crawled up to him, raising up you pressed your hands against his laptop shutting it. Namjoon raised his eyes open seeing you on your knees in front of him. He tried to play it off frowning as his music turned off from the playlist he had going on.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice starting to drop down in an octave. He watched as your hands grabbed at his earbuds and grabbing at the laptop you moved to put it on the chair you were just sitting in. You spread his legs wide staring up at him with big eyes.

“I’ve been neglecting my monster, haven’t I?” You cooed licking on your bottom lip. You pressed your lips against his knee and he let out a soft hitch of breath.

“Don’t do this Y/N. You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Namjoon tried to warn you, pressing his hands on your shoulders. But you didn’t listen to reason. Lifting up you straddled his waist, your hands going in his hair as you straddled him. Your lips finding Namjoon’s as his hands were eager to grip at your waist pulling you towards his body. Your chest against his, legs coming to press on either side of his body. You moaned softly feeling his plump lips press against your own, how he moved his lips softly against yours made your heart flutter. You couldn’t believe you were doing this with your best friend. Making out with him on his bed. Namjoon groaned, eyes screwing shut the kiss was better than something he ever imagined. His hands moved down to your ass pressing you down against his once soft erection that was getting hard.

You started to roll your hips down against his, dry humping him through your clothes to create some friction. Namjoon let you, using his hands to help you ride him his lips moved eagerly against yours. His tongue slid across your bottom lip slowly asking you for permission which you gave him, spreading your lips wide to be greeted by his pink tongue. You swirled your tongue around his, moaning softly as his tongue roamed your mouth. He flicked his muscle everywhere grazing over your teeth and your cheeks, the roof of your mouth and your own tongue, the kiss becoming more heated and needy with each passing second. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling at it as Namjoon started to rock his hips up against yours. Mewls left your lips, you couldn’t believe how good it felt for you to be pressing against him. You circled your hips against his, your clit finding some sort of added pleasure. Breaking the kiss, you looked down in his eyes.

“Namjoon, don’t stop.” You moaned softly, he slipped his hands inside of your joggers gripping at your ass.

“A thong baby? Do you like that?” He asked you softly and you nodded your head looking in his eyes. “Go faster.” He commanded and you did, your head rolling back as he bit onto your neck. He sucked on your skin tasting you, tongue gliding on every ounce of skin he could find. He marked all your skin, your collarbones also receiving attention. He kissed up your neck to your chin biting down on the flesh as you whimpered.

“Fuck! Fuck.” You chanted out shutting your eyes. Namjoon moved his hand down to press his finger against your clit rubbing against it as well as letting your ass move against his bulge. “Oh god Namjoon!” You whimpered out as your orgasm rocked through you, the wet spot staining your sweats, the outline of his erection pressing against your clothed pussy.

“Such a good girl.” He groaned softly kissing your lips again.

“I want monster to come out and play.” You nodded your head pressing your forehead against his.

“I don’t think you can handle the monster. And you will need to be quiet.” He warned you nodded eagerly smirking.

“I can handle anything daddy monster gives me.” You were teasing him, it was fun to see him get so worked up and riled for you.

Namjoon looked at you for a long time before he smirked. Crashing his lips back against yours again his hands slipped from your bottoms, gripping on your breast through your shirt, he kneaded your flesh, before he was pushing up your shirt and you were breaking the kiss to take off the shirt throwing it behind you. Grabbing at his next you helped him take off the shirt his toned muscles and flat stomach showing, the soft peak of abs starting to be outlined showing. “Get on your knees.” He commanded as his eyes roamed to your breast and downwards. Obeying him you moved to get on your knees. Namjoon paused listening to what was going on in the house, deeming it safe he pushed down his boxers and sweats in one girl, his large member standing proudly in the air. As he sat down your eyes glued onto his member not believing that he was actually so big. Your hand reached out to grab at his cock, stroking it up and down feeling the warm appendage in your hand, you leaned forward licking across the head of his shaft. He groaned playing in your hair sweeping it from your face watching as you licked around his head and up and down his shaft. Namjoon wanted to feel more, the red angry tip leaking with precum, he had waited on you for so long he didn’t think teasing would help anything else.

“Monster wants you to use your mouth. Stop teasing.” He gave a stern warning with a trembling voice but you didn’t listen. Too caught up in licking against his veins and even licking across his balls you were too caught up in getting your own pleasure from sucking him off. Namjoon growled, slapping your hand from his cock he gripped at your hair, forcing your mouth onto his cock. You groaned as he stretched out your mouth, moving until you were taking his cock past your plump lips and down your throat.

“Fuck, just like that baby that wet mouth feels so good around daddy’s cock. Do you like it?” He asked softly, holding your head down. He heard you choke slightly so he pulled back, threading his fingers into your hair he moved your head up and down on his shaft slow at first until he was picking up speed. Making little grunts and noises of approval he bit on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet. He watched your cheeks hollowed, your hands pressing on his knees to find purchase. Your eyes looking up at him with pure want and desire. He loved it, how eager you looked and how you wanted more. He started to thrust his hips up against your face as well, shoving your head down trying to get you to take all that you could, loving how your throat tightened up around his cock. He saw your eyes water how you whimpered around him causing you to choke and gag more. Loving how you were acting Namjoon pinched your nose, using his thighs to lift himself up into your mouth, the spit dripping down your chin and onto your covered chest. Namjoon watched as your eyes dropped low, while you were going to the point of about to black out before he let your nose go pulling you off his wet cock. Namjoon let your nose go, keeping his grip in your hair he watched as you heaved trying to gulp in air. Namjoon leaned your face down slapping your cheeks with his wet cock he soon slid himself back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down listening to your lewd noises. You found yourself enjoying how he stuffed your mouth and how your tongue pressed against different spots on his shaft. He was so thick and you felt like your mouth was so full but you loved every moment of it. How his neck vein popped out as he looked down at you, his own lust and dominance radiating off his body and his face. He growled at you, causing your pussy to quiver and drip from wetness that he caused. He let out a different type of moan causing your toes to curl. He continued to shove your head down, until your eyes were dripping wet from the stretch. He held your head down as his hips moved quickly against your face. He growled out your name lowly spilling his warm cum into your mouth. You greedily tried your best to lick it all up, the bitter sweet cum filling your mouth. Some of it spilling past your lips but when you pulled back you licked yourself clean. Standing up because you expected it to be done.

“Oh no, monster is far from done with you.” Namjoon chuckled picking you up, he carried you to lay on his bed, pushing you down on your back after he unclipped your bra. Namjoon leaned down crawling over your body. His tongue moving to lick across your areola slowly. He played with your breast, his large hands cupping them as his tongue glided across your flesh. He moaned slightly, squeezing your breast with his hand he sucked on them individually like he was not going to have another opportunity the flat of his tongue pressing against your skin. As he kissed lower down your stomach, his fingers flicked across your nipples. He kissed along your hips before he pulled himself back, gripping at your bottoms pulling them down. He grabbed at your thongs pulling them down and off your legs. He gripped at your hips pulling you against the edge of the bed. He lifted your legs up straight in the air. He licked up and down your pussy, moaning softly he played with your slit flicking his tongue against it. Soon his lips were wrapping around your pink pert bud. He sucked on your clit, nibbling gently on the flesh he watched as you whimpered against the bed. He pulled back after sometimes pressing his tongue against your entrance. He slowly slid it inside of you, his tongue wiggled inside of you licking around your entrance tasting your wet walls making him groan low in his throat. He pulled back from you before he pushed his tongue back into you, thrusting it in and out slowly teasing you with it. You were trying not to moan but you tried to bite on your hand to silence your moan but you couldn’t help it. Namjoon hearing it a bit too loud, he spread your legs wide, his hand creeping up to wrap around your neck, he cut off your air, giving you a dark look as his tongue assaulted your pussy, thrusting in and out of your wet walls he swirled it trying to find your spot as he let his tongue slip deep inside of you. He moaned pressing his face against your pussy, his hair tickling against your lower stomach causing you to squirm, your stomach tightening up as he ate you out. It felt so good, how his tongue wiggled in and out of you, filling you up, the pink muscle curving and thrusting a bit faster inside of your walls. He was trying to get you off, he enjoyed tasting your sweetness it was like drinking up water. His teeth nipping on your pussy lips as he felt his cock throb. Your body was shaking, his thumb digging into your neck leaving a bruise that would surely be there tomorrow. He kept you pinned against the bed, your pussy tightening around his tongue as you got closer to a release. He encouraged it continuing to speed up his tongue motions finding your spot and aiming for it over and over. He let his other hand press your leg down against the bed, eyes drinking you in, his mind taking mental photos of how you looked pinned down from him. Slowly you gave into your orgasm your hips bucking up as you gasp for air trying to feel your lungs. You blacked out for a split second, Namjoon letting your neck go as your vision returned slowly seeing little stars of light you blinked looking up at him in a daze. Swallowing you licked your lips, opening your legs up wider for him. He crawled on top of you, sliding his cock up and down your slit slowly.

“Can I slide in raw?” He asked softly, his want dripping off how he spoke to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you nodded your head.

“I want to feel all of you Namjoon, monster. I want to have you deep inside of me.” You kissed his lips, your hand gripping onto his shaft, you lead him to press against your entrance. As soon as his head felt your opening he lunged his hips forward burying himself inside of you.

“Namjoon.” You choked out a cry of his name, the way you gave into him submitting made him smirk down at you. Pressing his hand down against your mouth, he tilted your head back making it harder for you to moan out for him. Slapping his hips against yours, he pressed his knees down into the bed pressing into you. The missionary position fitting for you both as he leaned his head down to nibble on your ear husking out.

“You feel so good baby girl. I’ve thought about fucking you for a while now, and I can’t believe that I finally get to fuck into this sweet little pussy. You feel better than heaven.” Namjoon moaned out, licking across your lobe slowly. He shut his eyes switching his pace between fast and relentless to slow and sensual. He was thick and you couldn’t believe you were taking every inch of him inside of your pussy. His hips rolling against yours until he found your spot. The little muffled cry you gave out against his hand told him all he needed to know. He continued to slip inside of you, his girth stretching out your wet walls that sucked him in, holding him hostage. Namjoon licked against your neck his balls pressing against your ass as he picked up his pace letting it stay fast.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me since you practically came and jumped on daddy’s cock? I need you to cum for me Y/N I want to feel all your cum onto daddy’s cock.” He encouraged rasping in your ear, his free hand dragging across your clit rubbing it in fast harsh circles. You looked up at him, your pussy squeezing around his shaft as the wetness poured from your cunt. You were so close, your stomach tightening and your tongue flicking against his sweaty palm. With a few more snaps of his hips against your spot your eyes were rolling back as you met your third orgasm that night the overstimulation causing you to squirm and drag your nails down his biceps the pleasure coursing through you. “Good girl, now daddy is going to cum inside of you.” He kissed your ear snapping his hips even harder, until he was spilling his cum inside of you his cock twitching as he released it all inside of you. Riding out your orgasms together he slowly took his hand from your lips until he was pressing soft kisses against your lips smiling down at you. Waiting for a while he pulled out of you and laid beside you pulling you against his body huffing slightly he gave you a dimpled smile.

“So.. Does this mean you are only mine?” He asked softly nuzzling your nose.

“Yes, I’m all yours.” You yawned slightly kissing on his face before straddling him down to pepper his body in your kisses.

“I told you.” Yoongi chuckled standing up from the door straightening out his clothes holding up his hand in front of Hoseok.

“I can’t believe they even waited this long.” He sighed handing over the money as they walked back to the front room to join the others and give you privacy.

The Past On Your Doorstep - AU

Dean x Reader

Summary: After more than 4 years Dean knocks on your door, surprising the hell out of you. Then it’s his turn to be surprised when he sees a little girl standing next to you.

A/N: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Word Count: 1900+

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SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 3

Originally posted by ohhseby

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A/N: Um don’t act like this gif doesn’t make you fucking weak cause I’m 100% shook. Also pls enjoy this part, still setting up everything before it gets really juicy 💖 (and it’s about to get really juicy)

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You woke up alone. You were about to rub your eyes until you realized you still had makeup on from last night. Instead, you sat up and allowed your body to wake up a little more. Dangling your legs off the side, you slipped off the bed. The plush carpeting welcomed your feet and you sleepily made your way to the kitchen. Upon entering, you saw Sebastian seated at the island, with a plate in front of him and a full glass of orange juice. There was another empty plate and a glass of orange juice beside him, which you assumed was for you.

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Love in Color

Originally posted by inhindsightt

Written by Danielle

Word Count:2,059

Category: Fluff with slight angst?

Warnings: I don’t know if this is really a warning, but I felt like I should add it. If you’re color-blind in anyway or deal with anything similar this may be sensitive to some. Writing this definitely me think about how some people may not see colors and I tried to grasp the feeling in this fic.

Request from @palebun-16 :  Hello!! Could I request a peter Parker x female reader soulmate au where when you see your soulmate you start to see colors and peter sees them but only as spider man? And then the rest is up to you! Thank you!

A/N: Thank you for your request @palebun-16 ! This request really made me think. I thought it was a super clever idea and then I got scared because I had no idea how I was going to do it justice. It’s such a cool concept that I didn’t want to ruin. It was definitely a challenge for me! I’ve always struggled with writing but really appreciate the support and feel like I am improving. :) I hope you like it! Let me know what you think and requests are still open! We do have a few still were working on so it might take a while, but we are determined to do them all so thank you for your patience! 



Living in a colorless would can get quite boring, well to you at least. Everyone seemed to be used to seeing in black and white until finding their soulmate. A lot of people didn’t even seem interested in seeing colors, but that was not your case. Being a hopeless romantic gave you the dream to find that one person that would be your true love, and along with that came with the dream of seeing color. You couldn’t help but imagine what it felt like to have that one person that cared for you so deeply, and to care for them as well; having each other’s backs and going through life together as a team.

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The Best Revenge Plan (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Heyyy. Could u do a rly angsty Jughead x Reader where the reader catches Archie (her bf) making out with Betty or something and she goes to Jughead, her best friend, and asks him to help her make a revenge plan? They start acting all lovey-dovey to make Archie jealous of what he lost and they make sure he finds them in ‘compromising situations’? I think it’d be really cute and funny. Thx!!!!

A/N: I’m going to do that so the reader finds out about Archie and Miss Grundy instead of Jughead as she’s walking past the classroom. Hope you like it! (Sorry I’m not the best with angsty stuff ugh) Requests are welcome!

Warnings: Archie x Reader (in the beginning), Cheating, Underage relationship (stupid Miss Grundy), Small amount of swearing,

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The Best Revenge Plan (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bad feeling in your gut. Your boyfriend of a few months had been canceling dates and avoiding both you and your best friend Jug.

He was supposed to go on a roadtrip with Jug on July 4th but instead you and him sat in Pop’s trying to figure out why Archie canceled on the boy.

“It doesn’t make sense, Jug. He told me yesterday that you guys were leaving early?” You sigh and frown at your melting milkshake.

“I don’t know, (y/n)…”

“Do you think he got into some sort of trouble?” You push the basket of fries towards your best friend. The thought of your boyfriend lying to both you and him made your appetite disappear.

You glance out the window of Pop’s.

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Used to This - Part III

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader, some Sassy!Sam

Word Count: 1,805

Warnings: Snuggles, hunting violence, mild language, a cliffhanger

A/N: I’m feeling 5 parts for this one, loves. I hope you guys like Part 3! 

Beta’d by: @wheresthekillswitch - “Keep it up and I’ll smack you with my wet noodle arm, spoiler alert, it’s al dente.”

Also beta’d by: @hannahindie - “Ohhhhhhhhh man. I need more. MORE I TELL YOU.”

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The sound of whispering Winchesters tickled my ears and dragged my brain to a half awake state.

“Dude, what the hell?”

“What?”

“Y/N is in your bed.”

“Thanks for the info, Sam, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Dean-”

“Look man, she was cold. That’s it. We’re both fully clothed under here.”

A sigh from Sam, then, “Was it really necessary for her to lay on top of you?”

“It’s a small bed.”

“Right, I’m sure that’s why you two are practically fused together.”

“Way to make it weird, Sam,” I mumbled, finally bringing myself to join the conversation.

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Let’s Just Lay Here (Dean Winchester)

Summary: You’re on your period and Dean does his best to comfort you

Words: 1,049

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, light smut(???)

Originally posted by tearinmyeye


You laid in your room with your legs pulled up to your chest and your duvet pulled over your body as you felt like your uterus was destroying itself. The room was pitch black aside from the light coming from your laptop screen where The Walking Dead was playing. Your period cramps were never really this bad as they were usually just a series of mild cramps and mild bleeding, but this time your cramps felt like hell and you had already bled through two tampons in three hours. 

When the episode finished the screen went gray as Netflix asked if you were still watching. You then reluctantly pulled your hand from the warmth and comfort of your blanket cocoon to tell Netflix that you were still watching. You closed your eyes slightly as the assault of cramps continue. The only thing that you wanted at the moment was to cuddle with your boyfriend, but of course, he was helping Sam research a case.

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When it Rains || Chapter One

Genre: Angst, Fluff, (eventual) smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Word count: 1479 words

A/N: This is my actual first fanfic I am posting on tumblr! Please enjoy it and message me your thoughts! There’s more parts in the works! Thank you for reading!

Originally posted by bwipsul

The sound of your alarm clock fills your ears as you pull the blanket over your face and keep your eyes tightly shut.

“Babe turn that shit off.” Jungkook loudly groans from beside you as he turns away from you and tries to go back to sleep. Sighing heavily, you rip the blanket away from your body and slam your hand down onto your phone, turning off the sound.

It was 6:00 AM. You had thirty minutes to get ready and get to work. “Dammit!” You harshly whisper to yourself and quickly pad to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, you frown, noticing the dark circles under your eyes.

You were up all night helping Jungkook with his homework. Well you were trying to at least since you didn’t really remember anything you learned from your junior year in college. Lucky for him, he didn’t have to be at school till nine. He didn’t have a job, says he only wants to focus on school for now. You had already graduated the previous year so you were currently the only one making income to pay for all the bills.

The two of you had met your senior year of college at a party actually. He was only a sophomore at the time. You had gotten drunk and slept with Jungkook, the biggest fuck boy on campus. You thought it would have ended there but you ended up falling in love with him. Sometimes you think he only stays with you for the place to live… And the sex. But sometimes you actually think he loves you too.

“Bye Jungkookie! I’ll see you this afternoon.” You say with a warm smile, putting your hand on the doorknob. That smile quickly fades when you don’t hear a reply back from him. It hurt you a bit every morning when he didn’t say bye. But you knew he was tired too. Opening the door, you exit the apartment and quietly close the door, careful not to wake him up.

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“...On Stage.”

Requested by an anon. I made the best friend, Gray. 

Originally posted by cherryzpark

It was just how you and Sunghwa were. You had been best friends since you were basically babies. Your parents knew each other. The two of you getting super touchy wasn’t really that big of a deal in your eyes, but that’s not how Jay saw it.

You met Jay through your best friend, Gray or Sunghwa. The first time you met Sunghwa you couldn’t even speak, you were only a couple of months old. Your mother and his were best friends all thoughout high school and they got pregnant on purpose around the same time. Sunghwa was born first, then you were born.

The two of you grew up together. It was you and him against the world. There were fights, but never have they truly impacted your friendship. Sunghwa was like a brother and that’s all you wanted. And that’s all he wanted.

You were an uprising singer, rapper and producer. You produced your own beats and wrote your own songs. Sunghwa tried to recruit you to join AOMG, but you respectfully declined his offer. Tablo recruited you to join his label, HIGHGRND. Sunghwa was upset with you for the first couple of months but got used to it. He still likes to bring it up.

Sunghwa had invited you to a party that AOMG was hosting. You weren’t that big of a party goer but you’d go if you had to. So you decided to go for Sunghwa. You dressed in a tight and short sequin dress along with black heels. You made it quickly and headed for the VIP area.

The first person you see the VIP area is of course, Sunghwa. He smiled and made his way over to the entrance of the special area that was filled with rappers and singers. “Glad you could make it, Sis. You look amazing as always.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Sunghwa.” You said jokingly.

“Come on in. I can’t wait for everyone to meet you. Your biggest fanboy is in here.” He admitted.

You rolled your eyes. You knew exactly who he was talking about. Jay was your biggest fan, well he said he was. You and Jay have met on several occasions. He even went to your surprise birthday Gray had planned. You couldn’t help but laugh at him every couple of seconds. 

He had this aura around you that he didn’t have around other girls. You, of course weren’t looking for a relationship and could careless if you were single or not. Your excuse for not being in a relationship was you didn’t have room on your plate for a relationship because you were always working.

And that was true. You loved working. You always put nothing but your best forward. Tablo loved how hard you were willing to work for your dreams and goals which was why he recruited you.

Sunghwa put his hand on your back and softly pushed you into the VIP area. All eyes were on you. You loved attention, you gave a slight smirk.

“Guys! This is my best friend of all time, Y/N.”

You waved and smiled. All of them greeted you a couple at a time so now you were acquainted with the ones you didn’t know. There was about a handful of people in here that you actually knew. And the others were all unknown to you.

You sat in between Sunghwa and Jay, per both of their requests. You made a lot of new friends. Jay couldn’t help find himself staring at you about every few seconds. He had to make sure you were okay. Sunghwa stood up and put his hands on Jay’s shoulder.

“I’m going to go to bar for some shots. Watch and protect, Y/N. Nothing matters but Y/N.” Sungha stated.

“Oh my gosh. I can watch myself. I’m a grown woman. I’m fine, Sunghwa.”

“Whatever you say. Watch her, Jay.”

Sunghwa stumped out of the VIP area to the bar. You looked around the VIP area, and there was only two other people besides you and Jay. It got quiet, the only thing you could hear was the loud blasting music.

“You want another drink?” He asked.

“No, I’m okay. I should slow down because I have to drive myself home.”

“I could drive you back home if you want!” He said quickly without a second to waste.

“Thank you for the offer, Jay. But I’m fine. I can drive myself home.”

The two of you got into deep conversation about anything that had come to mind. At one point the two of you were talking about society. It wasn’t till a rather sensual came on. You really wanted to dance before the night was over.

“Jay, you wanna dance?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand and lead you to the dance floor. You began to move your hips to the beat. You didn’t know what you were doing, but you were having so much fun. You had this huge smile printed on your face. Before you could do anything else, he grabbed you and brought your body closer to him.

Your nose and his nose were touching. You could feel his breath on your face. “Can I?” He asked. You were too caught in the moment to not even want him. All you could do was nod. He put his lips on yours in a sweet and gentle kiss, that eventually turned passionate and almost lustful. You pulled away before anything else could happen. You stared at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Shut up and do it again.”

You and Jay have been dating for just over two years. Your relationship was “accidentally” announced after Sunghwa did a Instagram Live and went into Jay’s office to reveal the two of you all cuddled up on each other. It went viral and shocked everyone.

The news had died down a little, but it was still flying around. Every interview you had, they’d tease you about it. Every variety show you had, they’d bring it up into everything you’d do. Even at your concerts there would be fans who would bring up Jay. They even went as far as bringing posters and shirts with your ship name on it.

There was an event in Gangnam you were performing at. Not just you, but there was a whole list of rappers. You were one of the three female rappers. The other two were Cheetah and Kisum. You had a collaboration stage with Sunghwa which you were happy about. The two of you loved to collab, you had many collaborations.

You had your solo stage first. You came out with a bang and ended with one. You hyped the crowd up, which was why you were one of the first acts. They knew every song and every word. Your time was up.

“My time is up-!”

The crowd broke out to boos and loud cries of “DON’T GO UNNIE!”

“I’ll be back, I promise guys! The last act, I’ll be back out for my collaboration stage with Gray.”

You waved as you exited the stage and made it backstage. You went into your dressing room and changed into your second outfit that your stylist had picked out for you. A white open bust cropped hoodie, with a white stussy crop top under it, white joggers, and converses.

Sunghwa was in all white as well. There was a knock at your dressing room door. You walked over and opened it. In front of your face was Jay.

“Baby, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be preparing for you stage, which is next?” You asked him.

“I wanted to see my girl before I did. Can I not do that?”

“That’s not what I meant. I’m happy to see you and everything.” You said before pecking his lips.

“So the theme of your stage with Gray is a white?” He questioned putting his hands on your hips before continuing. “I’m jealous, why couldn’t we do a collab stage, where we dressed in all white?”

“Baby, not this again. We can talk about this after tonight. You need to get out there. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He pulled you in for a sweet kiss. He pulled away and pecked your forehead before heading off to the stage.

It was time for your collab stage with Sunghwa. You made your way to the stage with him, everyone was screaming and cheering for both of you. The two of you were just having fun on stage, like good old friends. That was until the last song, which was sensual song. It wasn’t Jay’s favorite song.

He was watching from backstage with the guys and Cheetah and Kisum. The whole mood changed. There was a change of lights. They went from bright white lights to pink lights. It was a bit dark. There was a bit of a choreography to this song unlike the others.

You were dance the whole time, while Sunghwa was around you rapping. The crowd was screaming in excitement. You knew how to give a show. Then it was time for the bridge. You strutted over to Sunghwa and turned your back to him. You put your hand around his neck and grinded against him. Which causes gasps and screams from the crowd and backstage.

You had never acted like that with Sunghwa, not in the public eye, not even around a couple of friends. Sunghwa wrapped his hands around your waist and held you against him. You giggled a bit. You began to sway your hips, still rubbing against him. His hands slowly made their way up. Touching your stomach, sliding up to your bust.

Just as he was there, he went back down to your waist, just to tease the crowd a bit. You wanted to play along. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up just enough to for the crowd to see his abs. There were screams everywhere in the crowd, both female and male.

You felt on his stomach a bit before releasing his shirt. The song came to an end, as did the stage. You thanked everyone for coming and made your way backstage. You high fived Sunghwa. You walked to your dressing room to change into your regular clothes. When you opened the door, you were met by an angry and jealous Jay.

“Hey baby. You look angry, did something happen?”

“Did something happen? Are you kidding me? Of course something happened!”

You walked in and closed the door behind you.

“Be quiet, people are going to think we are fighting.” You said quietly.

“How can I be quiet when I had to watch you grind on Gray for what felt like forever? Especially in front of my friends! Do you know how I feel right now? You’ve never grinded with me on stage.” He admitted.

“I shouldn’t have to grind with you on stage, we do that home! I can’t even be on stage with you because you’re surrounding by your female dancers in little to no clothing-!”

“My performances have nothing to do with this! I’ve never grinded on any of those girls. And this is different! Sunghwa and I are close.”

There was no use in arguing with him.

“You’re jealous of Sunghwa, huh?” You broke in.

He was flustered at your sudden question.

“M-Me? Jealous of Sunghwa? Yeah right.”

“Baby, it’s not a bad thing to be jealous. I’m a little jealous of your female dancers, but I’m never upset with over it. Admit you were jealous because I know you were.”

“FINE! I got a little jealous over the way you and Sunghwa were acting with each other.”

You sighed. “Why are you jealous of Sunghwa? You have me in a way he’ll never have me. You’ve seen all of me, inside and out, he hasn’t. Hell, you’ve seen me naked, Sunghwa has only seen my bra and that was on accident. Even if I did leave you for Sunghwa, he could never love me like you do. He could never make love to me like you do. Park Jaebeom, I love you and only you.”

You pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He pulled away and put his hands on your hips.

“Never again! Never ever again! You will never be grinding against any other man that is not me, understood?”

“Yes, baby.”

He kissed your forehead. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Jay.”

Peg’s Flowers (Laurens x Reader)

Words: 2100+

Request:  CAN I HAVE A FLUFFY SOULMATE AU WITH LAURENS!!! WHERE THEY HAVE A TATTOO OF THE FIRST WORDS THEIR OTHER HALF SAYS TO THEM!!!! PRETTY PLEASE MY LOVE! ❤❤❤ @predomina-buna

Warnings: None, just fluff my dudes

A/N: i wrote this in a hour so im hope it’s halfway decent, enjoy! and i havent wrote any soulmates so i hope i did this right??


“Well, you’re pretty beautiful.”

Those were the words on your skin. Those were the words that your soulmate would say to you. Overall, it was quite uncommon to see soul mates together. Most people gave up on the idea, marrying someone other than their soulmate. But you, on the other hand, were determined to find them, whomever they may be. But every time you looked at those words, you worried that you would never find them. That you would never experience seeing and hearing your soulmate for the first time.

And it was killing you.

You worked at a flower shop, across the street from an office building. Some days, you would encounter customers whom worked in that building. A lot of them told you about their jobs, some more than others. As you were unlocking the door to the shop, your boss, Peggy Schuyler, sneaked up behind you.

“Y/N! Why are you coming in so early?” She asked, perky as always. You smiled at her, unlocking the door. You held open the door for her, and she bounced in with you.

“There’s a big order for flowers that came in yesterday. I just have to make sure everything is ready for the delivery.” She nodded, sitting on top of the counter. You rolled your eyes at her, smiling softly.

Peggy was the most energetic boss you’ve ever had. She didn’t seem to be too concerned about sales or anything that seemed too troubling to her. She always called you her boss, saying that this place would not run without you. You didn’t mind, since being around flowers all day was pleasant. As you cleaned up the shop, she grabbed a flower, sniffing it.

“You know, Y/N, you’re amazing. You keep up with this stuff more than I do.” She winked at you, helping you fix up the shop. The hours in the shop were short, opening at 7am and closing at 2 in the afternoon. Honestly, this was the best job you’ve ever had. And she paid you more than what you needed. You even told her that she gave you too much, but she shook her head at you, saying that you were her best employee.

Oh, by the way, you were the only employee.

“Did you go and see your boyfriend yesterday? You were talking about how excited you were to see the movie.” You said, fixing a display. You grabbed the order form, and began filling it. She nodded, giggling.

“Herc brought me to a restaurant afterwards. He’s so sweet.” She has a dreamlike gaze in her eyes, and you smiled at her, feeling a small emotion called jealously full your heart.

Peggy was one of the lucky ones. She bumped into her soulmate on the way to her shop. She almost dropped flowers that she was carrying, but Herc helped her, asking if she was alright. And that’s how they knew. It was a love story unlike any other; they were complete opposites, she was all smiles and laughter, and he was loud and sorry to say, obnoxious. But the look on her eyes when they were together told you that they were meant to be.

“When you get married, you better invite me.” You teased, winking at her. She blushed, putting her face in her hands.

“I’m so nervous, Y/N. What if Mull doesn’t want to marry me? What if this whole thing is a dream and I’m actually a single, lonely Peggy.”

“Trust me, this is real, Peg. And I could tell he’s ready to be with you forever. Did you forget that you were soulmate? You’re meant to be, And the universe picked for the two of you to be together. Don’t worry about it.” She beamed at you, running to the back of the store. You noticed her trip over her feet, but she caught herself, continuing to run to the back.

She’s an interesting woman.

The bell pinged, indicating a customer walking in. You glanced up, seeing a man with straight brown hair walking in. He wore a dark green suit, looking around the shop. You greeted him. “Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” He looked at you, his brown eyes meeting yours. He gave you a warm smile.

“Oh. Hi. I’m just looking for lilies. My wife is kind of stressed, since we have four kids at home. I wanted to give her something to remind her that I love her. And her favorite flower is lilies.” You nodded, guiding him to the white lilies. He smelled the flower, then looked at you. “Do you ever smell anything but plant when you sniff flowers?” You laughed.

“Actually sir, I do. Yes, they do smell like plants. But certain ones have a sweet plant smell that I just love. But yes, plant smell.” He chuckled.

“Can I get two dozen of these?” You raised your eyebrow, and he shrugged. “She’s the love of my life, so there’s no limit for her. Have you met your-“ He glanced at the black tattoo on your arm, and stopped talking. “Sorry.”

“No biggie.” You replied, smiling.

The people who have met their soulmate have their tattoos faded into a light red, still permanently on their skin. You already knew he was telling about his, since you noticed the color peeking out of his sleeve. He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

You took two dozen lilies off the shelf, and as you were packing them, you told him how to care for them properly. You heard Peggy come out of the back, her grin widening when she saw the man. “Alexander!” She squealed, running into his arms. The man, you now knew as Alexander, widened his eyes, and pulled her into his arms.

“Peggy! How are you?”

“I’m well. I thought you knew this was my flower shop? Didn’t Eliza tell you?” He shook his head.

“Eliza told me you owned one, but I didn’t know which. I should have noticed, since it does say Peg’s Flowers.” He joked. She laughed, then glanced at you.

“Oh! This is Y/N, Alex. She’s the manager and my only employee. She pretty much runs this place, I just do the accounting.” She smiled, and Alex held out his hand. You took it, and shook his once. “Without her, I think nothing would get done.”

“Well then, thank you for dealing with Peggy.” He said smiling at you. You shook your head.

“Peggy’s the best boss I’ve had. I’m sure I should be the one thanking her.” As they talked, you packed the flowers, making sure that everything was okay. After you were finished, Alex handed you cash, in which Peggy quickly took away. You raised your eyebrow. “Peggy, that’s two dozen.”

“Anything for my brother-in-law. But if you come back, Alex, you’ll have to pay.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“I’ll pay now. I have no problem with doing so Pegs.”

She refused to let him pay, ushering him out the shop. Once she went into the back, Alexander quickly came back in, handing you the money. You thanked him, giving him the change. He waved bye to you, running out into the day. You continued to fill the big order, finishing just in time for the customer to come in.

You looked up again, seeing a group of men walk in. One was taller than the rest, his curly hair pulled back into a bun. Lafayette.  As he was speaking to his friends, you noticed a distinct accent. There was another almost as tall, wearing a light gray hat and was bulky. Hercules. The shortest one, had a freckled face, his wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail. This was one you didn’t know, so you kept your eye on him. They all wore suits, so you assumed that they were coming from the office building just across the street.

“Good morning, love.” Lafayette said, winking at you. He already found his soulmate as well, the red bright on is dark skin.

“Good morning to you!” You said, smiling. “How can I help you?” You asked.

“We ordered flowers yesterday, for a proposal.” He said. “Well, it’s not mine, it’s this fellow right here.” He pointed at Herc, and Herc winked at you. You rolled your eyes.

Why would you but flowers for your future fiancée at her own shop? “Nice job, Herc. That’s the smartest idea you’ve ever had.” He frowned.

“You know, Y/N, I feel like I sense some sarcasm in your voice. How dare you treat me this rudely.” He crossed his arms in mock anger. You stuck your tongue at him, taking the flowers out of the back. You heard the smaller one talking to the others, and you heard your name in the conversation. You walked back with the flowers, frowning.

“You know, it’s rude to speak about someone when they’re not in the room.” You said to the freckled man, which then, his smile grew, looking at you. His eyes twinkled, and you wondered what his problem was.

“Well, you’re pretty beautiful.”

You almost dropped the flowers in your hand, looking at him. He smiled, showing the words on his forearm. You looked at it, seeing the words that you just said glowing on his. You looked down at your, seeing the words glowing as well. “You’re my soulmate.” You whispered. He smiled, helping you with the flowers in your hands. Your fingers brushed against one another’s, and you felt that spark that people talked about.

“And you’re my soulmate. Nice to meet you, I’m John Laurens.” He placed the flowers in his friend’s hands, holding out his to you. You touched his, feeling the warmth going up your arm. “Wow, so this is how it feels, to finally be with the one.” You noticed that his arm was shaking, probably from his nerves. You didn’t blame him, you were still shocked as well.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you as well.” You replied, smiling shyly at him. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, since he was the person you were supposed to be with for the rest of your days. You heard a laugh from Herc, his grin almost cracking his face.

“Wow, Laurens and Y/N? I should have guessed this before.” You sighed, your hand still in Laurens’s. You took it out, unwillingly. He laughed, touching the back of his neck.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” He asked, “I mean, after work. Do you want to get some coffee?” You nodded.

“I would love that, but I’m paying.” You replied, and he shook his head.

“No, you’re not, I am.”

“Are we having our first argument already, John?” You said, joking in your voice. He laughed, it now becoming the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. Lafayette and Herc coughed.

“This is how it feels to be a third wheel? Wow, now I know what Laurens has been talking about,” Herc mumbled, his frown becoming wider once he saw Peggy running out of the back. She jumped in his arms (that’s seems to be her usual greeting), and kissed his lips. Lafayette looked at the flowers in his hand, then back at Laurens and you. You quickly took the flowers away from him, placing it back on the counter.

“Babe!” She squealed as Herc put kisses all over her face. After a couple of seconds of this, you sighed. Laurens looked at you, a warm gleam in his eyes.

“That’ll be us soon enough.” He said, and you blushed. He placed his hand in yours, rubbing it softly. Peggy was finally out of Herc’s arms, and looked at the two of you together. Her eyes widened at the contact, and she leaped happily.

“You and Laurens? I should have guessed!” You smiled at the same phrase that Herc just said, come out of her mouth. She pulled the two of you into a group hug, kissing both of your cheeks. You laughed at her excitement as she pulled away.

“Go and get some coffee! Get anything! I’ll be here to watch the shop, don’t worry. Wait, you know what, take the next few days off. That’ll give you a chance to know each other more!” She said happily, looking at the two of you.

She really was the best boss you’ve ever had.

“Are you sure, Peggy? I don’t want to leave you alone here.” She shook her head, pushing you out the door with Laurens. After she left you two outside, Laurens looked down at you.

“Coffee or Brunch?” He asked, entwining his fingers with yours. You felt a swell of emotion, looking at him. His freckles shined in the morning light, and you hoped soon that you’d be able to memorize how many he actually had.

His smile was contagious, making you break into a grin as well. You bit your lip, looking out into the street.

“Brunch.”

Reunited Lovers

OWEN GRADY X EXLOVER!READER

Anon Prompt: Could you do a Owen Grady X reader Smut where the reader is an old lover of Owens and they bump into each other at the park and ba bam magic happens lol…..I love your writing

A/N: I am in a Chris Pratt mood today and I finally have time to write after my shitty day.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT and swearing

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Holy shit! You were looking at dinosaurs- actual living dinosaurs.

You could barely believe your eyes as you looked at the petting zoo enclosure where you were to begin your first day as a carer for the Stegosaurus.

“So you need to keep an eye on the kids as they tend to prod too much and we don’t want Steggy to bite their hand off” your new boss, Josh, joked.

“Has that happened?” you gaped at him.

He laughed, shook his head, and walked off while you stared after him.

“Well I guess I will never know” you sighed and walked into the office you have been assigned.

“Hey Y/N, did Josh give you his scare tactics?” your new co-worker, Jade, laughed as she filed the parent consent forms for the kids playing in the pen.

“He was messing with me? Of course” you shook your head.

You spent an hour setting up your desk and filling out the needed paperwork to work at Jurassic World.

“Come on guys, we have a park meeting to attend” Josh walked in and waved for you and Jade to follow him.

The training center wasn’t too far away and when you got there, the room was buzzing with noise among the 30 or so trainers.

“Oh there`s the T-Rex trainer, Steve. Awesome guy but terrible kisser” Jade pointed to a blonde haired man wearing a cork hat who waved a little too enthusiastically at her.

“Ugh there`s the raptor trainer, Owen” she swooned, “he`s so…hot” her hands waved at the man in question.

Looking over, you freeze. Owen, the one from your senior year of college.

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Words Written on Your Wrist | Part 3 | Soulmates! Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Soulmates! Spencer Reid x reader

Requested: Nope, I just figured I’d jump on the soulmate band wagon

Requests: OPEN

Part 3/?

        Part 1 Part 2

Words: 2982

Warnings: none

Summary: Everyone’s wrist has three words on it, the first three words you’ll hear your soulmate say. You think the idea of soulmates is just a bunch of junk, but you’re in for a rude awakening when you meet your soulmate at your new job at the BAU. Because you worry you will lose your new dream job, you keep the fact that he’s your soulmate hidden, pretending as if those three words didn’t exist.

A/N: I may have shed a few tears writing this. I don’t know how many chapters I am going to do after this, but for sure there will be a 4th part. Thank you all for your kind words! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! I hope you all like this!!!


As the words left Spencer’s mouth you knew you had a split second to decide whether to act shocked and hide the fact that you knew, furthering the lie, or to resign to the fact that he was your soulmate. Luckily you were in the van with Rossi and Derek, so you didn’t have to face the astonished or judgmental eyes of the entire team.

             Morgan’s eyes widened before turning to look at you and you heard two gasps over the com, you assumed one belonged to Prentiss and the other belonged to Garcia. You set your jaw and pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes tight. Barely a day on your first case and everything is already going to hell in a handbasket. You’re sure to to be kicked off or lose all of their trust, only to be treated like a pariah. You think you’d rather be kicked off.

             “Focus.” You heard Hotch growl into your ear piece and you reminded yourself that if you managed to get out of this with good graces to do whatever it takes to never hear him speak like that to you again.

             “Welcome!” You heard over the line again as Spencer and JJ were welcomed into the support group’s meeting. “We will begin the night as we always do, with an affirmation that everyone here is valid in their identity of being a Glitch. There is nothing wrong with it and by no means does it decide our future as successful human beings and no way does it restrict us from finding out own love.” The organizer spoke in a soft and comforting tone. At the last part, you thought you heard a very quiet, mocking, exhale.

             “Someone just scoffed, try and see who that was.” Emily said quickly, hearing it as well.

             “Now we are going to open the floor for whoever that wants to share.” The organizer said after a moment. Someone began talking about how he met his soulmate by a friend of a friend, but that once they were introduced it was apparent that he wasn’t her soulmate. He had kept it from her and they were now good friends, her having no idea what she was to him. The man went on and on about how tortured he felt every time he was with her, that he knew that she was perfect for him but it would never be reciprocated. Your felt a pang of guilt in your stomach, wondering if that’s how Spencer was feeling.

             A few more people went before the head of the group spoke up again. “Maybe one of our new comers can share their experiences?”

             “I ca–“ You heard JJ start but be interrupted by Reid.

             “I will.” He said firmly and he surprised himself with how his voice didn’t waver. This wasn’t about Y/N, he told himself, this was about finding the killer. He’d make something up and then say that him and JJ were seeing each other to try and get a rise out of the man who had scoffed earlier. As he walked up to the podium his legs felt like jelly and his heart rammed against his ribcage. Spencer took a deep breath before he started. “I met her a while ago,” He lied easily to the crowd.

             Meanwhile, in the van, you tried your best to not hyperventilate, your chest feeling tight and your head feeling far too light. You wondered what he was going to say. Was he going to make something up? Was he going to talk about you? You had just met him, that wasn’t a while ago, maybe that meant he was going to continue with a charade for the entire meeting.

             “She was new to the department where JJ and I work at,” Spencer gestured to the blonde woman he came in with, and your stomach dropped. “We work at a psychology practice together and I knew she was my soulmate when she was being introduced to us by our boss.” You knew they couldn’t go in there and say their real occupation, but that seemed to be the only thing that he was changing. You ignored the stares you were receiving from Derek. “She was about to say something when another one of our coworkers interrupted and asked her if she could help her with anything or get her coffee, and then asked her if she liked coffee, meanwhile this coworker was too excited to let her speak between this questions. The first thing she replied to was the last question and that’s what was on my wrist,” Spencer’s voice sounded strained, stuttering every once and a while. “I- I knew then. I didn’t know if she had heard me speak yet, but based on how she was acting, I didn’t think so. You see uh, since we’re psychologists we’re really good at noticing how people react, so after carefully formulating what I was going to say to her, of course I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind after she shared about a friend’s death was that I was sorry for her loss. I carefully watched the way she reacted. The words held no deep significance to her. And based on that and how she’s continued to act around me, I concluded I am a Glitch. Since then I decided I was going to take fate into my own hands.”

Damn, was this ironic. That’s exactly what you were doing, taking your own fate and deciding what you wanted, which was to be your own person. Meanwhile these women were being murdered for taking their lives into their own hands and choosing to be someone’s partner. The universe had a sick way of making thing play out, you thought before you turned your attention back to Spencer’s speech.

“JJ and I have been dating for a few months now, and I’m happy, even though I know I have to see my soulmate every day.” You noted his voice inflections changed. That strain was there and gone between the truth and the lies, and it was definitely there for that last half of the sentence. You were hurting him. You were going to make him go through his every day with the thought that his soulmate, the person made for him, would never be more than a work colleague. The thought of it felt like a knife in your gut, but the thought of losing everything that you had worked for going down the drain felt like a thousand. Veronica’s face flashed before your eyes, your childhood best friend lost at the hands of a serial killer. You had to do this for her.

‘But does it matter?’ You reasoned in your head. ‘What if they don’t let you stay because it could affect Spencer’s work? He is far more brilliant and a bigger asset to the team than you were, you would be the first to go if it affected the work environment.’ The thoughts in your head went a thousand miles an hour, knowing you had to come to a conclusion as to what you were going to do, and quick.

Spencer then thanked the group before stepping off the podium, quickly excusing himself to the bathroom to tell the team that there was someone who appeared extraordinarily distraught when he said that him and JJ were together, saying that his name tag read James but there was no last name listed. Hotch responded to tell him to try and talk to the man afterward to get a last name and if they couldn’t, to ask around. After that Reid dismissed himself to get back to the support group. You absentmindedly scratched at your wrist, and glancing down you saw the edge of the script, and your breath hitched in your throat when you realized it was now turning grey, not the normal inky black it had always been. It was fading. You didn’t even know that that could happen. Marks normally only faded after your soulmate had died.

The rest of the meeting went quickly, either that or you were in a daze, staring at the little bit of writing that peeked out from under your sleeve and bracelet. JJ had gotten a name for the suspect, and Garcia did a quick search to find that a one James Quinn’s best friend, and presumably soulmate, died from cancer the previous month.

“That’s the stressor.” Rossi said definitively, “Get him.”


“I think this is the fastest we have ever closed a case.” Prentiss said with a laugh as they hauled the man into the back of a squad car.

“Thank god Y/L/N figured out what the victims had in common so fast.” Morgan clapped you on the back and you had to plant your feet to make sure you didn’t go flying forward from the force.

             You noticed Reid’s sleeved were rolled up, and there, neatly on the inside of his right wrist, was your elegant handwriting. In a fading grey. You cursed to yourself, not knowing what to do. Soon Hotch caught your eye and he nodded in a way obviously saying ‘we need to talk.’ When you got back to the station, he asked to speak to you.

             “You and Reid need to talk.” His tone left no room for argument. “I need to know both of you can stay on the team. You are both assets I intend on keeping but we have to be sure the emotional strain doesn’t effect anyone’s work.”

             You opened your mouth to speak but before you could there was a knock on the door of the conference room you were currently occupying. Rossi entered moments after. “I assume you are talking about what just happened and the implications?” He asked and you and Hotch both nodded. “Are you still set on not telling him?”

             “Telling him what?” Hotch frowned, glancing between the two of you. Your eyes widened, you figured if Rossi knew that meant Hotch would as well.

             “That they’re soulmates,” Rossi said, frowning as well, also figuring Hotch knew as well.

             “What?”

             This time you spoke up, pinching the bridge of your nose again. “We’re soulmates. But I don’t want a soulmate. I didn’t tell him that we are and that its reciprocated.”

             “So, he only thinks he’s a Glitch?” Your boss asked, still confused, and you nod. “You really need to talk to him.”

             You only nod again, letting out a sigh of resignation. You figured that once your boss knew you were keeping such a large secret from another teammate it wouldn’t go well.

             “I’ll send him in.” Rossi said as him and Hotch walked out of the conference room. You assumed that meant that no matter what, if you and Reid couldn’t handle working alongside each other.

             Pacing around the room you cursed aloud, debating as to how to go about telling Spencer that he was your soulmate as well. Soon the door opened and he stepped in the room.

             “Listen, Y/N I’m sorry about saying that in the meeting, I wanted to make it seem believable and-“ You didn’t let him get any farther.

             “Did you know.” You stated, hands clasped together tightly.

             He shook his head, frowning in bewilderment. “Did I know what?”

             “Did you know.” You rolled up your sleeve and unclasped the bracelet, tossing it on the table. “Did you know that if you were to add up the costs of all of the items listed in the 12 Days of Christmas it would be around $1.3 million.” Your voice was solemn, resigned. You watched as realization washed over his face and his jaw slightly dropped.

             “I’m your soulmate. And, and you knew?” His voice was quiet, and when his voice cracked in the second sentence you swore something in your chest did too.

             “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want a soulmate. I don’t want a soulmate. I don’t want my identity tied to someone, I’m my own person, not someone’s other half.”

             Spencer took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts. This was not how he imagined this would go. He imagined that his soulmate would be ecstatic to meet him, like something out of a fairy tale. Just his luck, he thought bitterly, he would wait all this time to find her, first think he was a Glitch, and then she wouldn’t even want him. Thinking over what he had to say, he played with his fingers for a while before lightly touching the tattoo on his wrist that was getting darker by the second, returning to the ink black it once was. “But the thing is, Y/N, I don’t think we’re two halves of a whole. I don’t expect us to be two halves of a whole. I think that we’re two separate people that just happen to work together perfectly. That’s what life it though, individuals coming together to form something that is bigger than ones’ self. That’s why you joined a team, wasn’t it, to be a part of something bigger? It’s the same concept with soulmates, in my opinion. We obviously aren’t codependent on one another, we’re already doing very well without each other. Imagine how it would be with us together, as soulmates, as a team.” His eyes glistened as tears threatened to fall and you looked away. Here it comes. You didn’t know how to say it, the true reason you didn’t want to be someone’s soulmate.

             “Did you know ants can carry over 20 times their body weight?” You ask, looking up and away as your own eyes filled with tears.

             “Wha- What does that have to do with anything?” He was obviously getting annoyed but knew that there was going to be a reason for what you had said so he resisted snapping.

             “That’s what by best friend said to me on the playground when I was 8. I was crouching down watching an ant hill when Veronica walked up next to me and told me that. I said ‘I did not’, and her face lit up as she shoved her wrist in my face. We were inseparable after that. We thought we were soulmates. We did everything together. That was, up until she was murdered when we were 16.” You paused, trying to control a sob that was building in your chest. “But when the words on my wrist didn’t fade, I knew that something was wrong. Either I had two soulmates or she wasn’t mine and she was a Glitch. But after I watched her casket get lowered into the ground I vowed two things. One, I would help stop the kind of people that did this so no one else would have to feel this way, and two, if I ever found someone else, I wouldn’t let them know that they were my soulmate, I couldn’t do that to her. So, when I thought that us being soulmates could ruin my chances at keeping this job, I panicked, my two vows threatening to be broken in one fowl swoop.” You managed out before the sob that had been building tore its way from your chest and shook your shoulders.

             Spencer stared at you in shock as you talked, watched as you fidgeted and avoided eye contact, as you wrung your hands and bit your lip when you paused. He found himself crossing the floor and closing the distance between you, quietly asking if he could touch you, and when you nodded, he enveloped you in his arms. “I’m so sorry.” You said quietly after you had calmed down.

             “It’s okay, I understand. I forgive you.” He whispered.

             “Can we start over?” You ask, wiping your eyes and looking up at him, you had pulled away slightly to see his face but his arms still rested on your waist.

             A grin spread across his cheeks as he nodded, “Did you know that if you were to add up the costs of all of the items listed in the 12 Days of Christmas it would be around $1.3 million? What is your favorite morning beverage?”

             “I love coffee.” You laughed tearily.

             The two of you stood there for a while, just staring at each other, as if not wanting the moment to end. Spencer’s eyes danced between yours and your lips, “Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, putting a hand on your cheek. You don’t respond, only standing on your tip toes and close the distance between your lips, kissing him softly.


             Spencer grabbed your bracelet off the table without you noticing before you two walked out of the conference room. And when you did, all eyes were on you. You froze, feeling very aware that you were under a microscope, and nervous since these people knew Spencer very well.

             “So?” Morgan asked after a moment, eyebrow raised.

             Spencer grabbed your hand and smiled, “We’re soulmates.”

             “Why did you keep it a secret?” JJ asked you, trying to hide the harshness in her voice, and you didn’t blame her for being upset.

             You glanced up at Spencer before telling the team the same thing you told him, about losing your best friend and who you believed to be your soulmate and how it had affected you. As you talked their gazes soften in understanding.

             “I trust you can work together on the same team?” Hotch asked after a moment to which you and Spencer affirmed.

             “Great.” He said with a stern nod, then turning his attention to the rest of the team. “Great job today everyone, lets head back home.”

             Soon you were back on the plane and sitting next to Spencer, who had fallen asleep. You watched his sleeping form, hands intertwined. ‘Maybe a soulmate isn’t going to be that bad after all.’ You thought to yourself.

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🖤Drug Lord E (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Y/N boyfriend owes some money to a drug gang which Ethan happens to run. Y/N goes to pay off her boyfriend’s debt, but Ethan decides to keep her for himself.

Warnings FOR ENTIRE SERIES: Drugs/sexual assault/Violence

A/N: Twins are older in this. So I’ve never wrote anything about these subjects before and at any point if you are uncomfortable please stop reading! Also, requests are on hold until I finish the series! Still open, just won’t be posting! Now without further ado, I present Drug Lord Ethan

“Peace!” Grayson and I shout as we laughed lightly chuckled. I know this is wrong. I know what I do is wrong, but it’s who I am. I film youtube videos with my twin brother to throw the world off guard. I run one of the largest drug gangs in the world with Grayson as my right hand man. He always has the insight on things and makes sure everything runs smoothly and clears our tracks behind us. He always looks out for me and if something is wrong with the gang he is usually the first person to know about it and he deals with it.

“Dolan!” Grayson and I both look towards the doorway of my room and I see Nate, a member of the gang shouted. Soon he appeared in the doorway and was covered in blood to which Grayson and I jumped up and rushed over to him.

“Damn Garner what the fuck happened?” I growled as I see Alex rush in behind him.

“We went to go collect debt from Justin and he put up a helluva fight. Brought out a switchblade.” Nate states and looks to Alex.

“Did you pull your gun?” I asked and I balled up my fist in anger.

“No Dolan we know not to do that unless life or death. That’s the code.” Alex defends and I let out a sigh of relief. Grayson walks over next to me then he looks at the two boys. “He got away.” Alex says and I let out another sigh.

“Next time don’t let him get away. Now get yourselves cleaned up.” I stormed passed the bloodied boys and walked into the living room. Cameron was sitting on the couch as he was smoking a joint. I could see a block of cocaine peeking out from behind the sofa. I let out a frustrated groan. “If I wanted people to know we were a drug ring I wouldn’t be posting stupid fucking youtube videos trying to keep this a secret!” I shouted as I threw the block of cocaine at the wall which caused the block to burst leaving a white dust behind left in the air and a powder pile on the floor. The white dust was left behind on my fingers from poor packaging which I let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Wow who the hell taught you guys to pack your fucking cocaine? Your grandma?” I brushed my finger under my nose inhaling the drug which sends a chill throughout my body. For a second everything is just fine. I wasn’t in the drug ring. I was at home with Sam holding her in my arms. Grayson and Angie were planning their wedding as Sam was expecting our baby boy in the fall. I would fall asleep with her in my arms after she took our baby boy in his bassinet. It wasn’t just Grayson and I. Alone.

“Ethan.” I jumped at the slight whisper of Grayson’s voice. I could feel my heart start to race as I looked at a worried Grayson. “Damn your pupils are huge.” Grayson says looking me in my eyes. I inhaled deeply and I threw my head back. “Are you fucking high right now Ethan? Realy?” He seemed angry, but I just pushed him back.

“Hell yeah I am. These dumbasses can’t pack a fucking block of coke right.” I pointed towards the powder on the floor. “Teach them how to pack it or I’ll find a new brother.” I said shoving past Grayson to go back to my room. I slammed the door behind me and then I turned towards the wall. My head was pounding and my heart was racing. I could feel my stomach turning. I felt extremely hot as I knew these signs. I fell to my knees and lied on my back as I started to vomit all over myself as I was shaking and convulsing. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as I felt Grayson turn me on my side. I couldn’t hear him, but I knew he was screaming and probably crying. Soon everything seemed to grow soft and slow. I could hear Grayson’s screams get quieter. I felt my drool sticking to the side of my face, but I couldn’t move my arm to wipe it off. Then everything went black.

***

“I don’t know Cam it just happened.” I heard Grayson’s voice grow loud and soft as I was starting to wake up. I could feel a cool breeze on my bare chest. I felt extremely thirsty, hot, and sweaty. I slowly leaned up and opened my eyes. I was lying in my bed. Grayson and my sister Cam were talking and had their back towards me. Cam plays as our nurse since if we go to an actual hospital they have to report our injuries to the police. I then felt extremely nauseous and I leaned over.

“Shit.” Cam said as she grabs me a trash bucket as I vomit in the bucket hard. Cam holds the bucket until I finish and then her and Gray lie me down gently on my back. She then bends a straw in my mouth as I suck in some water. Grayson was sitting on a chair next to my bed. I was extremely dehydrated as I cleared the water from the glass in seconds. “What the hell happened?” Cam asked me as I leaned up some more.

“He snorted a little cocaine and I think he had a drug overdose or something.” Grayson hissed seeming irritated. “When he was having his seizure he kept mumbling about Sam. I’m sure she’s the reason why he snorted.” Grayson snapped which I jumped up. “He needs to learn to let her go!” He screams at me. Before I could retort Aaron came into the bedroom.

“Hey am I interrupting anything?” He asked shyly. We all shook our heads.

“No more than usual Carpenter.” I groaned which Grayson slapped my knee.

“You know that guy who owes us money? The one Garner and Aiono saw earlier today?” He asks and I nodded.

“Go on.” I demanded. “What’s wrong? Is he here? Tell him he’d better have my money or else if he’s just wasting my time–” He cut me off.

“He’s not here.” He paused. “His girlfriend is. She says she has the money to pay off his debt for you.” I cocked my head in confusion as I stood to my feet.

“E…” Grayson trails off, but I ignore him and I walk into the living room which I see her. Questions ran through my mind, but I only asked one.

“How did you know to come here? You boy toy doesn’t even know where we live.” I crossed my arms as her eyes linger on my shirtless body. She doesn’t say anything at first, but I smirked. “If you like what you see I’m sure we can work out an arrangement on you boy’s debt.” I said eyeing her body up and down. She was wearing a white crop top that had black horizontal stripes. Her hair was long and dark and I smiled to myself when I noticed she didn’t have much of an upper lip. She was wearing tight jeans which made her ass pop and white high top converses. She was extremely light and had dark brown eyes. I could see she had her belly button pierced which was pretty hot.

“Ew no. Here.” She held out a wad of cash in front of my eyes. “There should be roughly  eight thousand in there.” She added. I took the cash as I shoved the wad in my back pocket. Neither one of us say anything but I snapped my fingers signalling to shut the doors and the windows. Cameron and Nate lock the doors and close the blinds. She begins to look frightened and confused.

“The eight thousand is a nice gesture, but Mr. Kelley owes us more than just eight thousand.” I look to Grayson who was walking into the living room. “How much does Mr. Kelley owe us after not paying for almost three months?” I questioned Grayson.

“Well to start with he owed us 14 thousand and we tried to send him out to sell since he wanted to join our team. More drugs went missing then we got in profit. Then, counting interest and just because we’re assholes, let’s add some more thousands on there. In total Justin Kelley owes us a total of 22 thousand dollars and some change.” The girl’s eyes grew wide as her mouth hung open.

“We can’t afford that! I only have the eight thousand. He told you he was robbed and that’s more drugs went missing then in profit!” She screamed at me, but Nate grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.

“Well you two owe me about 14 thousand dollars and I know how we can work this out.” I look up to Nate and I nodded. He then picked up the girl and threw her over his shoulder and walked down the hall as she started shrieking which Nate muffled her screams as he took her to our spare room. I turn around to see Grayson and Cam looking at me.

“I’m leaving. Next time you have a drug overdose, don’t call me.” She says storming out, but she stops. “Just think, do you think Sam would want this?” She asked before slamming the door of the living room leaving Gray and I alone.

“Ethan…” He groaned sympathetically. I didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say. I turned on my heel and I wandered down the hall to get to know our new guest roommate who will be staying with us.


Part 2

Help Me Get The Girl Part 6 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,897

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hello there!  I’m like 10x less sick so I finally got this written!  The two songs mentioned in this part are Tenerife Sea and One by Ed Sheeran.  TWO OF MY FAVORITE SONGS EVER!  I really hope you like this part because it’s a very special one that I have been thinking about for a long time. (not my gif)

Your POV:

My feet felt like they were filled with sand, weighed down to the ground so that I couldn’t move them.  My eyes traveled back and forth from Ethan to Grayson.  Their faces mirror each other, both holding an expression of disbelief. This had seemingly been an unexpected even for all three of us.

My hands reached up to brush lightly against my lips, still unsure if the kiss had actually happened.  Ethan took a small step toward us but quickly changed his mind, an uneasy sigh escaping his lips. This silence was unsettling, it was breathless, it was suffocating.  I wanted to break the ice.  I wanted to end whatever was happening right now.  But I didn’t know what to say, so I spoke the truth.  The brutal, honest truth that I didn’t want to utter.

“This is why I asked you not to touch me.” I forced out.  I blinked back tears as I pushed my way past Ethan without looking back.  My bottom lip was tucked in between my teeth, the pressure almost strong enough to draw blood.  I knew that if I left right now, it would be obvious that something had happened.  I knew that if I stayed it would be awkward for the three of us.  

I chose to stay and try to ignore that the situation even happened.  As I joined the rest of the group, I took my place next to Grace, noticing that my drink was right where Ethan promised it’d be. I reached down for it, my throat had started to feel extremely dry.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Grace was giving me a questioning look, but I ignored it, downing every last bit of the Dr. Pepper that had been poured for me.  For some reason, maybe due to tonight’s events flustering me, I thought it would be alcohol, but it wasn’t—it was a school night.  God, did I wish it was alcohol.

“Dude, are you good?” Grace’s voice brought me back to reality. “I’ve never seen anyone down a soda that fast.” She let out a small, yet uneasy chuckle.

Awkwardly, I set down my cup, plastering a fake smile on my face.  “Yeah, I’m just really thirsty.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Why are your eyes all red?  Were you crying?” her expression changed from humored to concerned in a snap.  “What’s wrong?”

“Oh!” I said much louder than I intended, “I rubbed my eyes and a speck of mascara flaked off my eyelashes and into my eyes.  I kept trying to get it out and by time I finally did my eyes were like waterfalls.  They’re so easily irritated.” I rambled off at a nearly unattainable speed.

Her mouth formed an ‘oh’ and she nodded her head.  “Girl I’ve had that happen.  It’s the worst!” and with that everything turned back to normal.  “Where are Gray and E?  I have something to ask of you guys.”

“We’re right here!” Ethan’s voice caught our attention.  Grayson was trailing behind him, avoiding all eye contact with me.  Ethan took a seat next to me, his hand resting on my thigh, giving me a reassuring squeeze.  I placed my hand on top of his, absentmindedly lacing our fingers together.  Grayson who had taken a seat next to Grace stared at our connected hands, his eyebrows pulled together, his jaw clenched as tight as it could be.

“So what did you need, Grace?” I asked, my eyes focusing back on my friend.

“Okay, so, as you all know, my father has his company’s annual charity ball coming up.” She eyed us with hope.  “And at this ball there is always a dance performed like you know back in the day, all those classical Victorian era moves and shit.”

“Yeah…” I trailed off, “And we all said no to attending already.” I reminded her, knowing exactly where this was going.

She held up her hand to stop me, “Just hear me out.  The performance company set to perform has dropped out due to an overscheduling issue.  We contacted a local dance studio who offered to fill in, but there are still a few spots that need to be filled.  My sister and her boyfriend offered to join which means we only need two more couples.”

“No.  No!” I stood up.  “No way in hell am I dancing in front of hundreds of people at the community’s biggest charity ball.  Our community’s ONLY charity ball!”

Ethan raised his hand, “I’m going to have to second this.  I’ve got two left feet.  You and Gray can do it.  He’s pretty good at picking up new things.”

Grayson shrugged, “I’m down for whatever.”

“There you go!” I gestured to Grayson without looking at him.  “You only have one more couple to find!  One step closer.”

Grace’s hand went to her forehead, massaging right above her eyes, “Y/n, please. It’s just one night.  We learn the dance tomorrow; the ball is this weekend! Please, as a friend, do this for me.” She gave me puppy eyes.  Of course she would pull the ‘as a friend’ card.  

“I don’t have a ball gown, Grace!  Ethan can’t dance for shit!  And tomorrow I have a family gathering in the evening, I can’t make the practice!  You’re going to have to find someone else.” Each word I spoke was the truth.  I’ve seen the way Ethan moves, he can’t keep with the beat very well.  He would need someone truly experienced to make it successful.

“We can get you a gown on Thursday or Friday.  I’ll dance with Ethan; I’ve done this plenty of times and you can dance with Grayson.  Grayson can come to practice and then teach you some other time!” For the first time since he’d been outside with us, I looked at Grayson who was equally as shocked as me.  “Right, Gray?” she batted her eyelashes.

In my mind I kept begging her to stop.  Stop batting your damn eyelashes.

“Y- yeah.” He stuttered.

“Then it’s settled!” she clapped her hands together and squealed.

My wide eyes settled on Ethan who shrugged, giving in all too easily.  I closed my eyes in frustration, accepting my fate.  As if things couldn’t get worse, I now have to attend a ball with Grayson Bailey Dolan as my dance partner.

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“How about this one?” Grace held up a long, light pink dress.  It looked like something a 5-year-old would wear while playing dress up.  Grace and I had complete opposite taste in clothing.  She was all about purples, pinks, light yellows, etc. which is fine, but I was more of a darker colors person, not too many frilly things on it. I knew that by the end of the day we would have to find a happy medium.  Something that was a darker color, but still had a bit of lace or sparkle on it to make her happy.

“I’m not a child, Grace.  No thanks.” I snipped, turning back to the rack.

“You’re hard to please.” She complained, dramatically hanging it back up.

I rolled my eyes, “You think I’m hard to please because you’re pulling out dresses that you would wear, not me.”

“Fine!” she grunted, “If we’re fitting your style you can get this one!” she held up a dress that looked like it had been designed back in the late 50’s. It was a plum purple and looked like an outfit that an evil step mother would wear.  I waved it off, a small smile dancing on my lips as she laughed, shoving it back in with the rest of the dresses.

We continued to rummage through the dresses, finding nothing that I liked and I was starting to think that I should just settle, it was only going to be one night. The selection wasn’t huge because we were in the clearance section.  I couldn’t afford anything too expensive so we were in the dresses under $500 whereas Grace’s was probably over $10,000 I’m sure.

I ran my finders down the line of dresses, my eyes seeing Grace drift over to the more expensive dresses.  My pace started to pick up to stop her from falling in love with a dress that was out of my limits, but I was too late.  I heard her gasp as she approached a mannequin.

“It’s perfect for you.” She said in awe, her hands pulling the fabric out for examination.

I stopped next to her, realizing that she was right.  There was no way that I couldn’t fall in love with this dress. It was a darker shade of gray that almost looked black.  It had a weaved bodice which is what I’m sure attracted Grace to it.  The skirt area consisted of numerous layers of soft tulle material that ranged from a nearly black shade to a lighter gray.  

My hands grasped the price tag and immediately let go once I saw the price. “Grace, $9,000!  No way!  I can’t afford this!”

“Just try it on!” she begged.  “We NEED to know what it looks like on.”

I sighed, “Fine.”

“Ma’am!” Grace called the employee over, “My friend would like to try this on!”

           A couple minutes later, I was stood in front of a mirror, my heart racing faster than it ever had.  Not only because I was wearing something worth more than my car, but because I had never felt that beautiful before.

           “Oh, Y/n, you look beautiful!  I told you this was the dress!” she fluffed the skirt up.

           “It’s gorgeous.” I mumbled.  “I can’t afford it though.” I turned to get a view of what it looked like to the side.  My hand moved down the fabric on my abdomen.

           “You don’t have to pay for it.  While you were changing I asked my dad if we could get it for you.  Of course he said yes, he loves you!  After all you’ve done for me—this is nothing.” She paused for a beat, “I can’t ever repay you for all you’ve done for me.  So, please let us do this for you.”

           “I can’t let you.  It’s only one night.  It’s not worth spending $9,000 for one night.” But she didn’t listen to me.  Before I could stop her, she had pulled a credit card out of her purse, ripped the price tag off of the dress, and left the dressing room area.


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It was Friday night, the last day before the ball.  I had to go to learn the dance with Grayson and I was dreading it. We hadn’t spoken since the kiss and we were both avoiding each other as much as possible.  I rang the doorbell which wasn’t like me, I was always one to just let myself into their place.  Grayson opened the door, moving to let me in.

My steps into the house were slow and hesitant.   I was slow enough that he shut the door and walked past me.  I followed behind, leaving a good amount of distance between the two of us.  He reached and grabbed a Bluetooth speaker off of the counter and went to the back door. Again, he opened the door for me and let me out first like the gentleman he was.  He shut the door and walked down the patio steps onto the grass.  He went to the center of the yard, placing the speaker down, gesturing for me to join him.

“Take your shoes off.” He instructed as he did so.

I slid my feed out of my sandals, my eyes still locked onto his.  I kicked them to the side to give us plenty of room. “Why do did I need to take my sandals off?” I asked.

“It will be easier for our feet to move against the grass.” He explained, pulling his cell phone out from his pocket.  “So, luckily, Grace got her father to agree to a modern song rather than one sounding like it was set in the Victorian era.  We’re going to be dancing to Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran.”

“That’s my favorite song.” I said under my breath.

“Yeah, I know.” He flashed a small smile that disappeared all too soon.  “So first we’re going to go through the steps in bits, then we’re going to put them all together, then we’ll dance to the music. Sound good?”

“Do I really have a choice?” I chuckled.

“Nah.” He grinned back at me.  “Okay, stay there, I’m going to take a few steps back from you.” He strolled backwards till there were about 5 feet between us.  “First we are going to turn to the side, facing opposite directions and take 4 steps forward.  I’ll give us a tempo.” He started to snap his fingers.  “You’re going to step-pause.” I mimicked him for the 4 steps.  And from there it just got more complicated.

Grayson was a pretty good teacher and never went on without making sure that I had gotten the steps down.  We worked through the dance a few times, my mess ups lessening each time.  It was nice that he was encouraging the whole time, especially the parts where we were so close you could barely fit a credit card in-between the two of us.

“Are you ready to put it to music?” he asked, picking his phone up off the ground. I nodded my head, taking a deep breath. “Don’t worry, you’ll do great and don’t forget that we start right when the music begins.”  Again I nodded and got into my position.

He nodded to me before pressing play.  Instantly I froze and didn’t move.  He noticed right away and stopped the music.  “You can do it.  Don’t over think it, okay?” he encouraged me gently before we reset ourselves.  The music started again and I found myself moving to the beat of the intro successfully.  Grayson sent me a small smile before we switched directions to take four steps back to our original spots.

You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back 

I followed the movements he had instructed me to do, our eyes remaining on each other’s.  We slowly moved closer to each other and with each step my breathing got deeper.

We are surrounded by all of these lies
And people who talk too much
You got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us

Our hands raised, leaving about an inch between them as we started to turn in a circle.  We repeated this movement in the opposite direction before he took my hand into his, his other hand resting against my lower back, pulling me closer to him.

Should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it’s enough for me
‘Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need

           We started to move in sync, him taking the lead, knowing that I was still nervous as hell.  I found myself squeezing his hand a little tighter.  His thumb was making small movements against my back to comfort me. Let me tell you… it was working.

I’m so in love, so in love
So in love, so in love

           Our pace started to pick up with the chorus.  We started to waltz as we moved in circles on the open space.  I could feel how easily we glided over the grass without our shoes on. As we continued to move Grayson’s grip on my hand loosened as he said “turn now” and I followed his instruction.  Our fingers danced together as my body twirled around to resume its position against his.

           We continued to dance, our eyes never leaving each other’s.  Each lyric made me realize just how much I loved being this close to him.  The words spoke to me in a way that they had never done before.  Because if this was the last moment I had in my life, it would completely be enough for me.

           As the song came to an end our bodies slowed to a pause and his hand lifted to my neck, his thumb brushing against my jawline.  His touch sent a fire through my skin, a pleasurable warmth that was so addictive.  He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my forehead, letting them linger longer than I had expected.  He pulled me closer to him again as his phone shuffled the songs on the album and started to play another Ed Sheeran song called One.

           And we swayed to the music, my hand in his again and my head resting against his chest.  A single tear rolled down my cheek, the patio lights the only thing lighting up my face in the now dark night.  So I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment that I would never get again.  The moment that made me feel like I was actually enough for someone.

All my senses come to life
While I’m stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I’ll never leave again
'Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you’ll always be a friend
'Cause you are the only one


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This took a while I know and I’m super sorry.  I’m interested who you want the reader to be with after this part :)

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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 29

Simon

Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…

           “SNOW!”

           Zero.

           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”

           “YOU’D BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”

           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.

 ***

           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”

           “No.”

           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”

           “Huh.”

           “What?”

           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”

*** 

           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.