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After Hours (part II)

Alison shuts her eyes, taking a deep breath so she can gather her thoughts on how the fuck she was going to explain this.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Emily says, her voice still raspy from sleep, and Alison just wants to punch herself in the face for how weak in the knees she just got from that sound.

She turns around to face Emily who is now leaning on her elbows, a worried frown on her face, eyes running all over her face as if she was looking for the answer Alison is praying she doesn’t find.

“Well?,” Emily tries again, sitting up and Alison clears her throat.

“I, um—well, it’s nothing. I’m okay, Em,” she musters a smile that surely looks like a cringe by the way Emily’s frown depends. “I’m going back to bed, yes?,” she fakes a yawn, “Yes!” she shrills, turning around and grabbing the doorknob, and—

“Wait, what?” Emily says, and Alison realizes it’s way too late to leave because a tan hand is wrapping around her wrist, tugging on it softly until she’s being directed toward’s the brunettes bed.

Emily makes her sit down and Alison’s just trying to look everywhere, except where Emily is but that seems to be impossible because Emily’s standing right in front her in a shirt and underwear, so close that she can just smell the shea butter body wash the brunette uses and, oh god, if she would just lean a bit she’d had her face right between Emily's—

“Ali, what’s going on? Are you hot? God, you’re so flushed right now, are you getting sick? Is it the baby?” Emily rants, her hands alternating between her cheeks, and her forehead. “Is that why you were here?”

Alison shakes her head, “No, I was— God, Emily it’s nothing. Can I please get back to my room?,” she nearly begs because, god, why can’t Emily just let it go.

Or put some clothes on. Or look less fucking edible.

She watches Emily kneel on the floor, until they’re both almost eye-to-eye.

“Why are you lying?,” Emily asks and Alison’s trying to look at everywhere but the girl in front of her. “Were you, like, craving food?,” she asks with a small smile, and Alison sighs.

I wish it were food, Alison thinks to herself with a shake of her head. But then looks up to realize she didn’t say it in in her mind at all — because Emily’s deer caught in headlights look are about the exact reaction Alison was trying to avoid since the beginning.


“Uhm,” she hears Emily murmur, and that’s all she needs to stand up from the brunette’s bed like if it were on fire because what was she even thinking in the first place, thinking she would just strut in here and demand it and Emily would’ve just jumped into her arms— who was she kidding.

She’s huge, and hormonal, and swollen; nobody could ever say yes to this. At least, not Emily. Not when Alison’s sure there’s no possibility of something ever—

“Hey, hey…” Emily says soothingly, once again standing up to where’s is, half way out the door. “Don’t go,” she says softly as she shuts the door. And they both stay like that, just standing there all quiet, until, “So, how can I help?,” she asks casually.

Alison’s head shots up so quick, and Emily’s face is completely blank.

She sure can name at least a hundred ways of how she can help but for now she’ll settle for, “Can you please just start with putting some clothes on please?,” she whines and Emily laughs.

She laughs.

“Isn’t that like the opposite of what you wanted?,” the brunette says with a smirk, and Alison gulps, “Of what you were craving,”

Alison feels lightheaded at the way she said that word, because she’d always had experience with sweet and caring Emily.

She’s never seen this Emily.

This Emily’s so casual about them doing… stuff just because Alison’s libido is, like, off the roof.

But it’s more like Emily expected it. There’s no surprise, or indecision like in their previous interactions. It’s like she knew this was going to happen, and Alison finds that very kind of intriguing…

She doesn’t really trust her voice right now, but just to make sure, “So that means…”

“That means,” Emily starts, as she grabs her gently by the waist and turns her around until Alison’s walking backwards to the bed again, “that this is my baby, and you’re having it,” she says lowly, licking her lips and that’s the only thing Alison can see on that right now, “and if that means that I have to help you out sometimes, I won’t protest.”

And for some reason that takes her out of her trance, and she frowns at Emily, “Wait, so—” but whatever hormone-driven reply she was going to say dies in her throat the second Emily mouth crashes into hers.

And Emily’s on a mission, if this kiss wasn’t enough proof. The brunette is urgent, not even hesitating before shoving her tongue inside Alison’s mouth and, yes, that’s exactly what I wanted, Alison thinks as she throws her arms around the brunette’s shoulders, moaning at the feeling of being so pressed up against the other woman.

And Emily’s still surprisingly gentle (despite how hard she’s sucking on Alison’s bottom lip right now, and how her hands are grasping at her barely there hips, almost possessively).

She wouldn’t have expected any less. Emily’s always so soft.

Alison can’t help but swoon when Emily eases her down onto the mattress, which is probably the first moment with their mouths unattached.

Emily grins, “Are you, uhm, enjoying yourself?,” she says, and Alison can see the actual inquiry in her eyes. So she pecks the brunette’s lips quickly.

“Very,” Alison says smiling, and when Emily’s mouth goes to press with hers once again, she admits, “But it’d be even more enjoyable if you’d take your shirt off,” she mutters shyly against Emily’s lips.

Emily hums with a knowing smirk and gets off from Alison, taking her shirt off, and throwing it on the floor. And just sitting there with a stupid smile, letting Alison look all she wanted.

Oh, and she totally did.

Alison roams her eyes at every bit of skin she can get. She’s pretty sure she’s wearing the dumbest look on her face because of Emily’s laughing, but she doesn’t care.

She doesn’t care at all.

So, in a blink, Alison sits up and takes her own shirt off (ignoring all the alarms going off in her head telling her how huge she is) momentarily enjoying the look of awe Emily gives her, and then grabs the back of the other woman’s head, crashing their mouths together again.

Emily’s hands go immediately to her breasts and Alison moans in her mouth but then Emily’s breaking the kiss and leans forward until her mouth is pressing the wettest open-mouth kisses all over her neck and shoulders, and on her chest and breasts, and Alison can’t help but throw her head back and moan loudly because, yes.

Emily pushes her back a bit and Alison gets the hint and lays back down on the mattress until the brunette is laying half on top of her (because the belly’s starting to get in the way), kissing her neck and her lips. “You feel so good,” Emily says grinning lazily, her eyes dark, “can I…” she ask, motioning Alison’s underwear and the blonde almost breaks her neck from nodding so hard.

Emily chuckles at her reply and starts taking her underwear off, and Alison’s so ready. She’s practically vibrating with anticipation, and nervousness.

Emily can probably sense this because she tears her eyes from her the blonde’s exposed body to smile softly at her, “You’re beautiful, you know?,” she says, and Alison feels herself flush, “Impossibly, and annoyingly beautiful. Even more now,”

Alison doesn’t believe because she knows how huge she’s getting but still, “Thank you,” she replies shyly and Emily pecks her stomach before running her hands up the inside of her thighs and Alison feels like she’s on fire.

“Should I continue? Are you still sure?,” Emily asks again, as if she can’t see or smell how wet Alison is.

Alison just rolls her eyes, grabs Emily’s hand and directs it exactly where she needs it.

And fuck, Emily groans at the same time she does.

“Oh…,” Emily whispers thickly as she runs her fingers through Alison and—

“Fuck yes,” Alison moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when Emily swiftly enters her with a single finger while sucking on her breasts and her neck and her chest and god, Alison can feel her everywhere.

Until she can’t, and she opens her heavy eyelids to look at Emily who’s eyes are wild.

“You should be on top,” Emily says, already scrambling to flip them, “your belly,” she explains, and okay that makes sense, Alison thinks.

Emily sits down on the bed, watching her as she places herself on top of the brunette, and they’re still shuffling a bit on order to get more comfortable in this position but then—fuck, Emily’s bare thigh accidentally presses against her core and Alison’s self-control goes out the window.

She starts rolling her hips frantically because— fuck, she’s so close, and she’s moaning so loud but she’s pretty sure she just heard Emily cursing and Alison’s basically humping her thigh and she knows it must be a mess because she’s so wet but the brunette doesn’t seem to mind because she starts licking and biting at every bit of skin she has access to and it just feels all too good and Alison grabs the back of her head and kisses her and it’s so needy and dirty.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Emily moans agains her mouth, grabbing Alison’s hips, guiding her harder and faster against her thigh. “You’re so wet,” she pants.

And Alison’s sure she’s not gonna hold any longer because she can barely catch her breath, and Emily’s sucking on her neck, and pinching her nipples, and they’re both so sweaty and frantic and Emily’s thigh is hitting her in a spot that makes her thighs tremble and fuck—

Everything goes black.

At least that’s how it feels like for Alison after having the supernova of orgasms. Until Emily starts laughing.

“Did you just,” Emily starts, and Alison groans in response, hiding her face in the brunette’s shoulder as the other woman runs her hands on the blonde’s back.

“Can you not, please?,” Alison mumbles embarrassedly.

Emily just kisses her forehead and says, “I’m so good,” with a smirk and Alison would’ve rolled her eyes if she had the slightest bit of energy.

The next morning, Alison’s making breakfast and Emily kissing her shoulder and joking about baby hormones and cravings and about the nail scratches Alison left on her shoulders and they’re both blushing and grinning, and this feels far too light for what this actually means or what they’re going through but when Emily grabs her hand during pancakes with her gentle smile and kind eyes, she can’t think of anything else but what’s right in front of her.


So sorry, I’m like really bad at writing smut. Also, I know this one’s longer but I hope you pervs enjoyed it! Let me know if u guys think of any prompts and shit.

Lesson One: Focus

Commission for @tami-flu who’s a sweetheart and wanted me to bring one of our very self-indulgent AUs to life

“Are you sure this is the right address?”
Lance tried really hard not to roll his eyes when he unstrapped the wiggling child from her booster seat and lifted her out of the car. This was only about the fifth time Shiro asked that question, after all.
“Yes”, he hummed patiently and tucked a lock of white-blonde hair behind Emily’s ear. “It’s the address Laura’s mum gave me and that I checked on the internet. Besides … it says dojo in big red letters above that door?” He pointed over his shoulder at the sign. “I think we’re good.”

Shiro gave a short hum as he threw the door shut and locked the car with the press of a button.
“It’s just so … empty”, he wondered and looked around the parking lot, only a few other cars scattered across it. Some, like theirs, were parked in the shade of big oak trees to shield them from the already burning sun. It was hot for May.
“Relax, man. We’re twenty minutes early. What did you expect?”

Just at that moment Emily wiggled free and started running across the parking lot, heading for the dojo.
“Hey!”, Lance called after her with a laugh. “Wait for us!”
“Catch me! Catch me!”, she shouted back over her shoulder, giggling, her bright green backpack bouncing up and down with every step.
“Oh, just you wait, young lady!”, Lance grinned as he took up the chase, barely hearing Shiro behind him, calling for his daughter:
“Don’t go inside without us!”

But Emily was far more occupied with outmaneuvering Lance, jumping around the low hedges confining the parking spots and shrieking whenever Lance got too close.
“Too slow! You’re way too slow!”, she taunted and laughed but after a few minutes of trying to catch her Lance finally got a hold of the little gremlin. He hauled her up into his arms, blowing an obnoxiously loud raspberry against her shoulder which made her shriek with laughter, short legs kicking but arms flying around his neck to hold onto him.

“Shoulders”, she demanded after a few seconds, already trying to climb higher and Lance boosted her up until she could swing comfortably onto his shoulders with him holding onto her legs tightly as to not let her slip off.
“And now?”, he asked, spinning in circles a few times and spotting Shiro heading for them and the entrance to the building that Emily soon pointed at.
“Onwards, trusty steed!”, she ordered and he couldn’t help but snort, wondering where she’d picked that up. He started galloping toward the wide double doors anyway.
“Your word is my command, lovely princess”, he grinned but earned a weak kick against the chest for his troubles.

“I’m a knight”, Emily declared instead and ducked down when they reached the entrance. Lance bent his knees as well, just in case, and waddled through the open doors.
“My apologies, your braveness…”
Emily just hummed, apparently pleased with his reaction, and straightened back up, head held high as they made their way to some sort of reception.

There was a man standing behind a short counter, writing something down in a notebook. When he looked up to greet them Lance almost tripped.
Because damn, the guy was hot. His dark shirt was clinging tightly to his body, leaving hardly anything to the imagination as it revealed strong arms and well-sculpted pecs, a tight stomach. His features were Asian, Japanese maybe, and finely cut, a nice fit with his lean form. But the most impressive thing were his eyes, an intense, stormy blue-grey that stared straight at Lance for a few moments before shifting up to Emily.
When he smiled it was like his whole being was blossoming.

“Hey, now that’s a brave knight if I’ve ever seen one”, he said and Lance could barely keep from whimpering at the smooth tenor of his voice. The man reached out to shake Emily’s hand. “I’m Keith, I’m one of the teachers here.”
“Hello. My name is Emily Shirogane. It’s nice to meet you”, she replied and shook his hand, always polite and well-mannered when meeting strangers. No matter what a tiny beast she could be when it was bedtime.

“Oh yes!”, Keith nodded. “I talked to your father on the phone. Is this him?”
Stormy eyes flicked down to meet Lance’s again but before he could answer with anything but a breathless wheeze Emily giggled, her little body shaking on his shoulders.
“No! This is my nanny!”
Lance nodded and managed to mumble his name. Keith didn’t offer him a hand to shake.

“I’m her father”, came Shiro’s voice from behind them and Lance didn’t know whether to be relieved or mortified because … there was no way Shiro didn’t hear that, right? “We spoke on the phone.”
“Right, now I recognize your voice. Mr Shirogane”, Keith nodded and stepped around the counter. Damn his legs were long.
“Just Shiro please”, Shiro smiled and extended a hand for Keith to shake. In a split second stormy eyes flicked up and down Shiro’s body and Lance felt himself bristle.

Oh no, he didn’t.
No matter how hot the guy was, it was on. Lance hadn’t spent the better part of a year trying to get closer to the utter heartthrob that was Takashi Shirogane only to have some random karate teacher butt in at the last second.

“We’re here for the trial lesson”, he said, interrupting their little moment before it could grow into something entirely unnecessary. “Emily’s a friend of Laura, she told her she really liked coming here.”
It took another second too long for Keith to end the handshake and look over at him.
“Yes…”, he nodded. “Oh yes, I remember. Shiro told me on the phone. Laura’s a good kid, very … fierce.”

“Oh, Emily is, too”, Shiro chuckled and Keith smiled at him. Lance wanted to slap his stupid, pretty face. Even if it would most likely get him the ass-kicking of his life. The dude was probably a black belt if he was teaching.
“I believe that…” Keith turned to look back up at Emily. “You can join us for a lesson or two, see if you like it as much as Laura does.”
“Yes”, Emily said and nodded strongly, judging by the movement of her body. Keith smiled at her before looking back at Shiro.

“And I’ll see if she can follow the instructions, integrates well with the other kids, things like that…”
“Wait, so you’re teaching her group?”, Lance blurted, earning a slight frown.
“Yes”, the instructor nodded. “I give classes for children and teenagers. Is there a problem?”
Lance held that intense gaze for a beat or two before forcing out an awkward laugh.
“No!”, he shook his head. “No problem. No problem at all, I was just … I don’t know, forget it.”
Keith frowned at him for a horrible moment before his expression softened and he looked back up at Emily.

“If you want you can get changed over there.” He pointed into the hallway behind himself. “Then I can show you around until the others get here. That sound good?”
“Yeah!”, Emily quickly agreed, then kicked Lance’s chest again. “Onwards, trusty steed!”
Lance hesitated.
“Come on, Em. You’re a big girl, you can get changed by yourself.” Besides, he’d rather not leave Shiro alone with painfully hot Keith. But Emily wiggled on his shoulders and leaned down to whisper into his ear, hands cupped around her mouth:
“I don’t wanna go alone…”

Shiro gave a carefree laugh that made Lance swoon inwardly. Of course he’d heard the little plea, Emily wasn’t too good at whispering yet. He cocked an expectant eyebrow at Lance which usually meant it was time to do his damn job.
Lance reluctantly galloped down the hallway.


It turned out there was another boy in Keith’s class that Emily knew from preschool and as soon as Laura and him arrived the little girl made it very clear she didn’t need Lance’s assistance anymore. Instead she ran off with her friends as everyone got ready for the lesson.
Him and Shiro weren’t allowed into the room but could watch Emily from a row of windows where a bunch of other adults were already gathered.
Lance chatted with Laura’s mum for a bit, telling her how excited Emily was to try karate as well and scheduled a playdate for Saturday, when Laura’s dad would finish preparing the pool for the summer. The girls should have fun cooling down like that.

Lance excused himself soon after and sidled up to Shiro on the wobbly bench offered for the parents. The kids had just finished warming up and moved on to fall exercises.
While the others were going through the motions expertly already, Emily waited for Keith to show her the basics, how to initiate a controlled fall and how to roll and twist so she wouldn’t hurt herself.
Her first tries still looked clumsy at best but Keith still smiled widely at her, nodding and correcting her posture and movement a bit as he kept watching her.

“I like him”, Shiro said after a while, eyes following Keith around the room as he went from child to child, praising them and offering feedback. Lance felt his heart sink.
“Who? Keith?”
“Yes, he seems to be really good with the kids, don’t you think? I like how he talked to Emily first when we got here. Not a lot of adults do that.”

As reluctant as Lance was to admit it, Shiro was right. Keith was good with kids, had an instinctive, warm ease when talking to them that mysteriously vanished when he addressed Lance. What a shame.
The kids all seemed to adore him, though, striving for his attention and smiling bright when they earned his praise.
“Yeah”, Lance nodded. “Yeah, he’s really good. I think Em likes him, too…”

The kids had a break about halfway through the lesson and while most of them went to their bags to get a drink Emily skipped up to them, face flushed and sweaty but smile wide and eyes sparkling.
“I really, really like it! Keith is amazing! He says I’m a natural and that I’ll be as good as Laura if I come back each week!”, she babbled, climbing into Shiro’s lap.
Lance automatically reached for the little bottle of water in his bag and handed it to her with a stern look. She huffed but took a few gulps.

“Please daddy, please can I come back? I really want to!”
Shiro smiled and nodded quickly.
“I can talk to Keith after the lesson and sign you up. But you’ll have to promise to keep coming here, we talked about this…”

“Yeah yeah, I promise”, Emily shrugged quickly, then perked up again. “Oh, can you make me spaghetti for dinner? I’m hungry!”
“You’re hungry?”, Shiro asked, bouncing his daughter on his knees. “Well, if you want I can make you spaghetti right now!”
She frowned, her little face scrunching up as Shiro touched a finger against her nose: “Boop, you’re spaghetti!”
Both Lance and Emily groaned, rolling their eyes in unison while Shiro grinned, undeservingly proud of himself.

“You’re so lame!”, she cried out and hopped from his lap in protest, crossing her arms. But she was also smart and quick to think, knowing she wouldn’t get her favourite food if she kept pouting, so she corrected herself: “Can you please cook spaghetti for dinner tonight?”
Shiro agreed the same moment Keith called for his students to continue.


After the lesson they waited for Keith to say goodbye to the other parents before approaching him.
“Yes, of course!”, he smiled after Shiro asked him to sign up his daughter. “Emily did great for her first time, her motor skills are already very well developed, I think she’ll benefit from a challenge. I’ll give you…”
Keith held up a finger, signalling for them to hold on as he ducked back behind the counter. After a moment he re-emerged with a few papers in his hands.
“These forms. You can fill them out at home and just bring them to the next lesson.”

“Thank you, Keith”, Shiro smiled and Lance felt that ugly jealousy squirm in his stomach again. “Emily really liked it. Didn’t you, sunshine?”
“Yes!”, she nodded quickly. “Thank you, Keith!”
“Thank you for doing so well, it was my pleasure, Emily.”
She giggled and Lance wanted to groan. Did the whole family have to fall in love with his pretty smile and gorgeous eyes and that lean, perfect, powerful body and…

“Great, see you next week, then”, Shiro smiled softly and Keith nodded.
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it…”
There was definite purr to the words and Lance would have tackled the guy to the ground if the sound didn’t also do things to him…
Instead he sighed inwardly, a long-suffering expression of helplessness as they left the building, Emily chattering on and on about the lesson and how great Keith was, Shiro still smiling.
This would be a bitch.  

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Keep Me Grounded, Keep Me Sane

Emily Prentiss x Reader

GIF credit goes to @ssaalexblake

Summary: In her moments of darkness and despair, Emily turns to her memories of you to keep afloat. Inspired by the season 13 premiere.

Word count: 522

A/N: This is the first Emily fic I have ever written! It’s quite short in comparison to the other fics I have written, but I’m really happy with how it turned out! I also hope that I did justice in writing her character. I hope you all enjoy and I would love to know what you thought about it!

“We should get married.”

A break from everyday life, that’s all that was needed. An escape away from the looming dangers of the behavioral analysis unit and the chronic stressors that accompanied the career, traded in for forty-eight hours of sandy toes and simplicity.

That last morning away had begun in a haze of lazy passion, soft moans and hushed whimpers mixing with the dulcet atmosphere of your temporary bedroom. The pleasure of those early hours melted into an afternoon of soaking up rays of sun and kisses hindered by uncontainable Duchenne smiles, followed suit by an evening of sipping glasses of rose and finding occupancy in the hammock provided on the beach houses balcony.

While the position the two of you laid in bordered on the line of complete discomfort, the close proximity between yourself and Emily made it more than worth it. Both sets of legs a tangled mess and eyes becoming half hooded with sedation. Your head resting against the ridge of Emily’s collarbone, her fingertips trailing along the length of your arm and down the bend of your elbow, her rhythmic movements only ceasing occasionally to pay special attention to the sparse scar or freckle that kissed your skin.

The sky overhead had just begun to be painted with radiant shades of coral and violet, granting a stunning background to the sun as it drowned into the ocean’s horizon, but, as the words you spoke landed on her ears, Emily turned her focus to a sight equally as ethereal.

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Much Safer. Spencer Reid.

Request:  Spencer Reid one shot request? Where the readers an intern with the bau & she’s slightly less of a know it all than spencer(but only slightly) & she’s pretty young <22 but like adorably petite & innocent but totally perfect for Reid. So the two of them are really shy around each other but constantly sharing stuff & just being all around adorable & he’s like protective & stuff. Anyway, finally admit their feelings after the team constantly teasing and it leads to adorable smutty goodness❤️😘

Triggers: Flufy smut. Teasing. Height difference (Does that count?)

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7x16 Sneak Peek Extended

**takes place after the scene from the sneak peek of 7x16 in the nursery**

“Em?” Alison called from across the nursery to the brunette standing in the doorway.

Emily softly hummed in response, taking a couple steps closer to the blonde. “Hmmm”

Alison grew nervous, not quite sure how to voice the request that had been floating around in her head for the past few days. Things had been a whirlwind lately, Emily had practically moved in following Alison’s decision to have the baby. They spent hours upon hours discussing the details of how they planned to handle the ins and outs of the nine month process, not to mention the years of raising the child after birth. They felt like they have only scratched the surface of all the new realities this pregnancy would bring.

Now here they stood in the nursery Emily secretly spent the past few days working on, and suddenly everything felt real to the blonde. This pregnancy was happening, she was going to have a baby, Emily’s baby. She was going to be a mother. The setting couldn’t help but make the girl realize how crazy unusual their predicament was.

After a short moment, Alison gently put down the lamp she was holding, and turned to face Emily, “Would you like to go on a date, with me?” There it was, no more beating around the bush, no sense in waiting till the time was right, cause honestly with a baby on the way when would it ever be?

Emily recoiled softly, honestly a little shocked by the blonde’s forwardness, “What?” Her brow furrowed slightly, as she awaited Alison’s reply.

“Don’t get me wrong, playing house is fun,” Alison took a few steps closer to the brunette, leaving only a foot or two of distance between them, “but I can’t help but feel like we’ve been doing things out of order.” She motioned around the room alluding to the fact that they are having a baby together, as well as living together, all before they’ve even been on a real outing as an official couple. The fact caused Alison to laugh lightly, smiling in Emily’s direction. This is not at all how she imagined this moment.

“It’s not like we had a choice in the matter.” Emily pointed out, noting if it weren’t for AD they wouldn’t be in the mess. However, they both believed they would end up together eventually, just the information behind Alison’s pregnancy acted as a catalyst to bringing them to this moment sooner. That is a topic they’ve already spent a whole day discussing.
Alison stepped forward again, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind Emily’s ear before letting her hand trail down the girl’s arm. She smiled softly, “Regardless, I would really like to take you out.”

Emily blushed, hearing the girl she’s loved forever say those words caused her heart to race. Emily lifted her head, where she was shyly staring at the floor, to look into Alison’s eyes, this was also not at all like she had imagined, “Tonight?” Needless to say, this was something she didn’t want to wait for any longer.

Alison grinned in agreement, “I’d say I’ll pick you up at 8, but I guess you’ll already be here..” again alluding to the fact that Emily had pretty much moved in already. So unconventional.

Emily offered a solution, “You can meet me at Hannah’s, I’m sure she’ll get moody if I don’t let her help me get ready.” Alison nods her head, “You know she’s been waiting for this almost as long as I have.”

Alison laughs cause she knows it’s true, their friend hasn’t exactly been subtle about her opinions on the couple, she’s grateful Hanna is encouraging and supportive, unlike she was in high school. But everyone’s changed a lot since then, and for the better.

“As long as she understands I don’t intend on dropping you off afterwards.” Alison winked, mirroring the signature smirk from her high school days. She’s changed a lot over the years, thankfully so, but she will never lose her flirtatious attitude when it comes to the brunette.

What Alison wasn’t expecting though was Emily’s ability to go toe to toe, “Is that so?” Emily challenged as she closed the distance between them, bending to whisper into the blonde’s ear, “Well, you should know I love breakfast in bed.” Her lips lightly grazed Alison’s ear with the last word, before she quickly backed away and walked out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded Alison standing in shock in the middle of the nursery.

So they’ve all changed, Emily’s no longer the shy girl she used to know, and Alison thinks this newfound sultry Emily just might be the death of her.

Hotel Room.

Anonymous: For a smut request Emily and the reader has to share a hotel room and Emily catches the reader naked.

A/N: And the 18 smut fics begin!!!!!!!! Thank you for this one nonny, I loved writing this a lot<3<3 SMUT WARNING

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milkandcookies528-deactivated20  asked:

Could you do a drabble where Luke asks Morgan permission to propose to his SO (who is bff's with Morgan and has been at the bau as long as Emily)? Thnx.💕💕💜

The Proposal

Luke hummed to himself in attempt to ease his nerves, anxiously drumming his fingers against his desk. Never before had he been so scared about speaking to someone.

He had been in the 75th Ranger Regiment, now he chased down serial killers and he had stared down the barrel of a gun countless times. Yet, here he was petrified of Derek Morgan.

The thought of proposing to Y/N was already terrifying. But, he had decided that the best way to go about it was to ask Morgan for his opinion. He knew how much he meant to Y/N. His blessing would be important to her and, therefore to him.

“Hey Alvez!” Derek shouted over to him, grinning as he approached Luke’s desk. “We couldn’t have met at a more sociable hour?” He glanced around the dimly lit, deserted bullpen. The rest of the team had gone home - with Garcia taking it upon herself to take Y/N to O’Keefe’s for a ladies night.

It had been the perfect opportunity to talk to Derek.

Firstly, if he didn’t approve or got angry about the idea, there wasn’t much he could do in public (never mind in the FBI offices) to seriously hurt Luke. Secondly, it was still private enough that they would be far away from prying ears (especially since Garcia had vacated the building).

Luke coughed nervously trying to clear his throat. Derek shot him a look of concern. He had taken an instant liking to Luke when the team had first introduced them. So, he had been delighted when you had announced that the two of you were dating. Alvez seemed like a good guy, one that put a smile on your face and who Derek trusted to protect you.

He had seen how the former ranger looked at you and it reassured him to know that there was someone on the team who would always have your back in the field, fulfilling the role he no longer could.

“Are you okay man? You look like you’re going to pass out.”

Luke shook his head, waving off Derek’s concern.

“I want- marry- proposal- ask permission.” He blurted out, stammering nervously as he mixed all his words together.

Derek stared at him in bewilderment, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Slow down there. Just take a deep breath and tell me what’s up.”

Luke sighed softly, running a hand through his hair as he decided to bite the bullet and ask. “I love Y/N and I  want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

Derek raised his eyebrows, attempting to keep the knowing grin off his face.

“I know how much you mean to her and how close you guys are. So, I wanted to ask for your blessing before I proposed.” Luke finished quietly, looking up to try to gauge his reaction.

A moment of silence passed between them before Derek burst out laughing.

Luke just stared in astonishment as the former agent wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, before preceding to tell him that he had already known about Luke’s proposal plans. Garcia had called him to give him a heads up. Apparently, she had been keeping a close eye on his internet history, dropping subtle hints about your dream proposal by making pop-ups appear on his screen.

All his computer trouble over the past two weeks suddenly made sense now.

“She didn’t want to tell you because she knew that you wanted it to be a secret. She also told me you would want my blessing.”

Derek clapped him on the shoulder playfully, grinning at his dazed expression. “I couldn’t be happier for her man. She couldn’t find a better guy.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: One where the baby hasn't kicked in like a day and Ali gets all worried something happened (she's like really pregnant) and Em calms her down and then he kicks please? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?

loved this thank you!! <3

Ali sat silently on the couch, her fingers locked together on top of her very, very, pregnant belly. She chewed feverishly as the inside of her cheek, tasting blood, as she watched the clock devotedly, her eyes not leaving the rhythmic ticking of the little black line. 3 hours. 3 hours since her baby had kicked. 3 hours since any movement had caused tiny feet to be pressed up against her belly button. 3 hours since she had been awake. 3 hours since she had snuck out of hers and Emily’s bed to sit alone in the dark in the dead of the night without the strength to move because why, why had her baby stopped dancing? Her heart hammered relentlessly in her chest as she waited a few more minutes, each second that passed becoming more and more fearful. Resting her head in her hands, she let out a buried sigh. It was only when the lights suddenly illuminated the room that she looked up, relieved but also guilty to find Emily standing there in a pair of silk pyjamas, a frown on her face.

“Ali?” She said, relief radiating out of her as she raced over to the sofa and took her in her arms, holding her head into her shoulder with furious protectiveness. “what are you doing down here in the dark? I thought something had happened” Emily wanted to be annoyed but as Ali refused to let go she realised that maybe something had happened.

“He hasn’t kicked, Em” Ali said quietly as Emily pulled them both back onto the sofa, Ali curling into her side as she softly stroked her hair. “it’s been three hours” Emily froze for a moment.

“Why didn’t you wake me up” she said “Ali, we’re in this together. You don’t have to sit here and wait this out by yourself” Ali sighed, averting her gaze from Emily’s. “come on, we need to go to the hospital” Emily stood up abruptly, running across the room to grab the phone. Ali’s eye bulged open as she followed her girlfriend, grabbing the phone out of her hand and slamming It back down on the hook.

“Emmy-no” She said decisively “this is why I didn’t wake you up. The books say you should wait 6 hours before calling anyone” Emily sighed, tilting her head and not releasing Ali from her stare as she reached behind her to the grab the phone again.

“Alison- I don’t care what the books say” As she furiously dialled their OBGYN’s number, Alison grimaced at the use of her full name.

“Don’t call me Alison” she said “you know I only like that when we’re in bed” she teased, trying to distract Emily as she kissed her softly on the cheek and along her jaw so she could prise the phone out of her hand. Unsurprisingly, it worked. But only for a moment. “Just- please wait until morning” She said gently as the phone was put back to where it came from. Emily pursued her lips as she stared, torn as to what to do.

“I’ll give you an hour” She bargained. Ali sighed, slowly nodding her head in agreement. “go and put a movie on. I’ll make you some hot chocolate” Ali grinned, grabbing the phone before she walked across the room and curled underneath a blanket. She watched happily as Emily fretted around her drink in the kitchen, already feeling calmer just being in her presence. Flicking through Netflix, she landed on ‘Ella Enchanted’- some Anne Hathaway movie from god-knows how long ago.

“Oh my god my favourite!” Emily said sarcastically as she walked back over, two hot chocolates and a mountain of cookies piled on a tray. Ali rolled her eyes as she placed them both on the table, stretching her arm around the blonde as she snuggled into the sofa.

“Shush” Ali ordered with a smirk as her eyes fixed on the Telly, her belly protruding out of the blanket, blocking Emily’s view ever so slightly. She smiled, placing her hand on top of it. Ali looked down at her briefly and smiled, but said nothing. Her fingers traced Ali’s stomach delicately as she lifted up her jumper, drawing little shapes across the stretch marks and humming to herself as Ali delicately ran her hand through Emily’s hair. They stayed like that for a good 30 minutes, as Emily progressed from humming to quiet singing under her breath, the movie almost forgotten as they basked in each other’s company. It was only interrupted as Ali took a sharp intake of breath, suddenly sitting up, flinging Emily across to the other side of the sofa. As she saw traces of pain appear on Ali’s face she immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her up.

“No! No it’s fine, it’s good” Ali promised with a grin “that was just a really, really hard kick” She couldn’t barely speak coherently through the smile that plastered her face and Emily let out a sigh of relief.

“My god, Ali” She said, slapping her lightly on the arm “you scared me”

“Sorry” Ali shrugged, pulling them both back down on the sofa “I guess he likes the sound of his mama’s voice” She smirked, kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose and sending her whole face into a crimson red.

“I’m just glad he’s okay” she said, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. Ali side-eyed her in annoyance, trying to take it off her before she flung it across the room and it landed on the armchair.

“What are you doing?” Ali said suspiciously as she noticed the little glint in Emily’s eye that she was slowly becoming accoustomed too. Emily shrugged, leaning up to kiss Ali as she pushed her back onto the couch, letting her hands slowly graze the insides of her thigh.

“We’ve only got a couple more weeks to be up in the middle of night by ourselves” she muttered, stretching up to Ali’s ear and sending a trail of shivers down her spine as her hot breath tickled her neck “what do you say we make the most of it?” She pulled away for a second before going any further, waiting for Ali to give her the smile she knew and loved.

“I say yes please” Ali breathed, and Emily was forever grateful for that night, as it was one of their last together before their baby boy arrived merely 72 hours later.

anonymous asked:

Hey so I saw you are doing some low count word drabbles can you do one were the baby is kicking and emily talks to the bump and Ali tells Em that she wants to name the baby wayne? Please?

Fun fact: I started writing this drabble while walking home from the park at 8 P.M. It was a good time… until I nearly fell off the sidewalk.

Wanted to put my own little spin on this, so I hope you enjoy it:

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Tommy's Girl [4/?]

Tommy x OC Alfie’s sister.

Warnings: language, potentially upsetting topics

Part Four. Part 5. Part 3. Part 2. Part 1.

It was midnight on Wednesday when car pulled up to a house bigger than any Emily had seen in London.

“Is this yours?” Emily asked, awed by the size of the mansion.

“I suppose it’s yours now, too.” Tommy sighed, getting out of the car.

“It’s bigger than anythin’ I’ve ever seen in my life.” She gaped, craning her neck to look at the upper windows. Tommy cocked an eyebrow.

“Where did you live with your brother?” He questioned, not looking at her.

“We had a house next to the bakery. It was only small though.” Emily replied, grabbing a hold of her suitcases.

“Here y'are, let me have one of those cases, I can’t let you carry ‘em both yourself.” Tommy thought manners would make the whole situation a lot easier. “We’ll go through to my office, that’s where I’ve had the family gather.”

They walked through the house together, neither daring to speak a word. Tommy stopped outside the office and looked at Emily. “I’ll go in first. Can you try and look a little bit happy, please?”

Thomas quietly entered the room and signalled for Emily to wait behind him while he announced her arrival. He stepped aside to reveal her. “This is Alfie Solomons’ sister, Emily. She’s to be my wife.”

Emily kept her face expressionless, not caring about what Tommy thought, but not wanting to anger the Shelby clan. “Evenin’.” She greeted bluntly, staring Tommy’s brothers down as they looked over her.

“Emily, these are my brothers: Arthur, John and his wife, Esme, and Finn,” Tommy gestured to each of them respectively, “Ada, my sister, and my aunt Polly,” He pointed to each woman, “that there is my cousin Michael, and over here we have Lizzy, our secretary.”

“The poor girl looks terrified.” An older woman in a dark blue dress spoke up from where she was sitting.

“Pol-,” Tommy began.

“No, ma'am, I’m not terrified actually. I’m just disgusted by your nephew’s barbaric behaviour. Now, can someone please escort me to my room?” Emily’s Cockney accent flooded her words.

Arthur volunteered and took one of her suitcases off his brother. He led her to a staircase and turned to look at her.

“I’m sorry about our Tommy’s behaviour.”

“But you’re Shelby’s. I thought you defended each other to the grave?” Emily asked in disbelief.

“Yes, well, there are sometimes exceptions. Like when my brother thinks with his cock and not his brain.”

“Well, from the stories I’ve heard, you’ve fallen victim to that once or twice yourself, Arthur Shelby. Come on, everyone’s fallen prey to their sexual desires at least once in their life. Anyway, can you take me to my room now, please?”


Emily sat on the king-size bed in her new bedroom, her gaze darting the between four framed photographs that lay on the sheets, as her fingers trailed over them.

Tommy entered the room looking tired and sullen. “Did you have to do that?” He questioned exasperated, referring to when she basically told on him to Aunt Polly.

“It’s was the truth,” Emily squeaked, tears coming to her eyes as she looked at an old photograph of a woman in her early 30s. “Can I put these on the dresser over there?” She asked, her voice breaking.

“Yes,” Tommy sighed, “as long as you tell me what’s wrong, and why this is such a bad situation.” Emily hummed quietly in agreement.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t find you attractive, okay, it’s just - Alfie promised me that I’d never have to sell myself again. He promised me, he said ‘you’ll never ‘ave to do it again, Em, never’ and he lied.” She hadn’t noticed the tears that had begun to cascade down her cheeks until Tommy softly wiped them away.

“You’ve sold yourself before?” He asked quietly, concern in his eyes.

“It’s was during the war. Alfie had gone off to fight.” She scoffed at herself, “I sound pathetic, don’t I? Needin’ my brother to protect me? Anyway, money was tight and Ma told me I was woman enough to provide for us.”

“Jesus. How old were you?”

“14. Sorry, Shelby, Alfie sold you damaged goods.” She whispered. He noticed suddenly that the light in her eyes had disappeared as soon as they left London.

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Weekly Yoga - Henry Cavill One Shot

A/N. Apparently, the sight of Henry at the gym is too much for you all to bear. I wrote this for a lovely lady who enjoyed the gif set down below. Enjoy, my love!

The sky was dark, as Emily entered the gym. She was clutching a coffee in the palms of her hands, and a yoga mat beneath her arm. It was 5am in the middle of the week. She’d made a promise to her friend that she would be there this morning. As a secretary, Emily had little need to be fit. She filed paperwork, answered the phone and occasionally was asked to fetch coffee. Her best friend Bree, was a different woman. The kind of woman who climbed mountains, practiced meditation and spoke several different languages in her free time. It was their friendship that dragged her from her bed this morning, and their friendship that was on the line as Emily peered into the empty room. Was she in the right place? Was it the right day of the week? At this time of day, Emily could not be certain. As she took a seat on a piece of equipment, she dialed her best friends number.

“Where in the hell, are you?” she yawned, reclining in her seat. There was a laugh on Bree’s end that was followed by a breathy sigh.

“In bed, actually” came the response. “Are you always this polite? Or am I getting special treatment on this gorgeous Wednesday morning?”

Emily took a giant sip of coffee before burying her face in her hands. “It’s Wednesday?” she groaned. “You can’t be serious. How did I miss an entire day?”

Bree began to laugh, in musical manner. Even at this time of day, she was more charming and lovely than Emily could ever dream. They had been best friends for many years, now. “I wish I knew, Em. I wish I knew. Is there anyone else around? You could probably sneak back to bed without anyone knowing”

Emily appreciated the gesture. It went against everything Bree believed in, to be asleep after the sun came up. “You’ll know I went home” she chuckled. As Emily took another sip of coffee, she moved her eyes across the room. She was definitely the only one here. In an effort to impress her friend, and an effort to avoid the cold, Emily decided that she would stay.

“Does this count as my weekly workout?” she yawned, running her fingers through her hair. Again, Bree laughed before she offered a response.

“I’m going to text you the name of an app” she chuckled. “It may help with some basic positions. If you get I’m the first three lessons I promise to let you be for the week.” Emily was no fool. She immediately accepted the offer, and moved her belongings to an empty patch of floor.

“Let’s get this over with” she reluctantly yawned. After a few minutes, Emily found herself enjoying the app. The positions were quite simple, and she had been left in charge of her own coffee breaks. It was exercise the way it should always be. Minimal sweat, minimal effort and so slow paced she had time to refil her coffee cup. As Emily made her way through the stretches, she found herself staring up at the ceiling. An arm was pulled across her chest, and she was listening to her favourite album. Mariah Carey was an odd choice to accompany exercise. But Emily couldn’t help it. There was something about a 90’s power ballad that kept her motivated and inspired. As she heard the opening bars to Fantasy, Emily began to hum along. She didn’t have a bad voice. And there was no one around. She quietly sang the opening few lines as she moved to stretch the other arm. It was a good a time as any to pay homage to Mariah. As she quietly moved through the verse, Emily felt a smile across her lips. There was something nice about this yoga thing. “"Baby I’m so into you” she sang, as she moved to be seated. “Darlin’ if you only knew, all the things that float through my mind.” At this point, Emily was on her feet, moving towards the water cooler. As she swayed her hips, she continued singing. “It’s just a sweet sweet fantasy baby, when I close my eyes.. You come and take me on and on and on…”

Her song was interrupted by the hint of laughter. As Emily removed her ear buds, she scanned the room in search of a voice. It apparently belonged to a very handsome man. He was laying on top of a bench, lifting his body weight with some metal rings. “How is he doing that?” she whispered. She had only been stretching, and was already more puffed than she had even been in her life. This man lifting 200lbs and had enough oxygen left to laugh. As he finished his set, he flashed Emily a smile. “Please, don’t stop on my account.”

Emily laughed, and placed her hair behind her ears. “Are you sure? It’s a little early to be verbally assaulted like that.” The man offered a charming smile.

“I’m Henry” he replied. He wiped his hand on a towel before extending it to Emily. “You’ve got an interesting take on stretching” he grinned, watching as her cheeks flushed red.

“There is a reason I don’t teach the class” she chuckled. “My name is Emily” she continued. Henry rose to his feet, as he flashed another smile. “Have you been here for very long?” Henry ran his tongue across his lips, as he reached for his bottle of water. The movement was distracting, and enough to overwhelm Emily. His shoulders were broad and well defined and his torso resembled that of a marble statue.

“I walked in somewhere between Heartbreaker and Hero” came the reply.

Emily felt her cheeks flush red, as she heard him speak. “Ah yes. The classics” she grinned. Ordinarily, she’d have made a run for it by now. The idea of public humiliation ranked high on her list of fears. But there was something about the way he smiled that put her at ease. “Do you have any requests? I’m about to do some floor work, if there’s a song you’d like to hear.” Henry began to shake his head, as a smile spread across his lips.

“I’ll be with you in a second, actually. Just surprise me” he chuckled. Although Emily was finished for the morning, she couldn’t bring herself to leave. He obviously worked very hard in the gym. And she would never forgive herself if she missed the show. As she placed her mat upon the floor, Emily reached for a medicine ball. She’d seen Bree do weighted sit ups before. “How hard could that be?” Emily whispered. As she spent the next few minutes faking a routine, Emily discovered that exercise was quite difficult. Her stomach ached, her arms were sore and there seemed to be sweat rolling down her body. As Emily moved her eyes to Henry, the dull aches became completely worth it. He was shirtless now, doing chin ups with his back on display. Emily felt her breathing slow, as she drank in each individual muscle. Henry was covered in beads of sweat and was moving in a way that made her groan. His body was immense. Powerful, and something she was aching to touch. As she heard him finish the final rep, Emily immediately sprang into action. Laying on her stomach, she lifted her body in to a plank. Her weight was resting on her elbows as she held her body straight. She was sure that Henry could see her ass, and was holding on for as long as she could bare. After a few seconds, Emily’s breath caught in her chest. There was a hand on her ass, lightly guiding her posture.

“You’re doing well” Henry grinned. “Just move your hips slightly closer to the ground.” As Emily fought the urge to smile, she followed his advice.

“Is this better?” she replied. Once again Henry chuckled.

“It’s slightly better than before. Would it be easier if you watched me do it?”

Emily swallowed a lump in her throat, as she placed her body back on the ground. She nodded her head, as she caught his gaze. A few seconds later he was on his elbows. The sight was something Emily committed to memory.

“You can also do these on your side” Henry smiled, as he moved onto his left arm. Emily could now see his entire torso, tanned and covered in tiny droplets of sweat. Effortlessly, he changed positions. He was now offering a view of his back. It was becoming too much for Emily to stand, and would need to cool things down before she jumped into his lap.

“You’re very good at this” she smiled, as he laid back down. “Are you a personal trainer?” It was Henry’s turn to laugh as he looked at his companion.

“You flatter me” he grinned. “But I’m not a trainer. I need to be in shape for work, and I suppose I’ve picked up some tips over the last few years. For instance” he continued. “I can help you perfect that plank if you offer me a bit of trust.” Emily’s heart began to race, as she scanned his face. He was so ridiculously handsome.

“What do I need to do?” she smiled. Henry placed his hand on her mat and dragged Emily close to his side. He considered his words very carefully, before looking into Emily’s eyes.

“I need you to lie down on top of me” he smiled. If it was possible for Emily to leave her body, she’d have done so at that exact moment.

“Won’t I crush you?” she stuttered. Henry gently shook his head as he moved her body to cover his own. She was staring into his baby blues, as he offered the next piece of instruction.

“All you need to do is tense your body. Hold it as straight as you can” he whispered. “I’m going to put my hands on your hips” he continued. “And then I’ll push you into the air.” Struggling for air, Emily nodded her head.

“Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” she replied.

Before he offered a word of response, Henry lifted her tiny frame. “I’m sure” he grinned. “I could actually probably do push ups with you in this position.” Emily fought the urge the smile, as she concentrated on her position. She didn’t want to gain an injury or appear ungraceful in front of this God. Tightening his grip, Henry began to move. He lowered her body within an inch of his own and then extended his arms as far as they would go. “Would you like to keep count?” he smiled. 

The next few minutes passed like a dream. Henry continued to raise and lower her body, with little effort and minimal sweat. Though Emily wanted to stay in his arms, she was starting to feel an ache in her stomach. This was the most she had been active all year. Gorgeous or not, she would eventually have to be put back down. As she finally rounded the count to fifty, Emily glanced at Henry’s face.

“I think need a break” she chuckled. It was a second later she was lying against his stomach. As she felt his hands wander down her sides, Emily did her best to brave. He was gorgeous and he was interested. This was not something she was going to let escape. Placing her lips against his ear, Emily did her best to sound sultry. “Is there anything else you’d like to show me?”

She could almost hear him smile as he placed his lips against her jaw. “My god, you have no idea…”

C L O S E D   R P

Emily hummed softly to herself as she took in the sights of the island. She was very excited to see the new and wonderful types of Pokemon…and hopefully help the ones in need as well. You see, Emily was a different kind of Pokemon trainer. She didn’t enjoy the idea of having her Pokemon fight others. Instead, she traveled around the different regions, searching for Pokemon who were abused or neglected, then taking them back to her own home, which she hoped to expand as an even larger Pokemon sanctuary. 

Currently, Emily had three Pokemon walking with her. Meowth, Jolteon, and Vulpix. They were her first and most faithful Pokemon, who were more than eager to join her on her journey. “Be sure to tell me if you see any Pokemon that look like they need help, okay, you three?”

The three Pokemon nodded eagerly.


Mornings Like These (DK) // Oneshot

Seokmin, or “DK Sings” as he’s called on YouTube, just started vlogging on his second channel a few months ago. You, his girlfriend, are unfortunately a bit camera shy.

Genre: Youtuber au, Fluff

Word Count: 3302

// Beep //
“Goooooooooood morning everyone! DK here!” Seokmin said as he waved at the vlogging camera he was holding in his other hand, “Thank you for tuning in to my second channel! Today I’m going to break into my girlfriend’s hotel room, take her to breakfast, and then surprise her with a date to Disneyland under the pretense that I have to meet some of the panelists a day before the convention starts. She’s going to be so surprised!”

The smiley male picked up a couple travel bags from the ground, tossed them onto his bed, and began to search through them, hand rummaging through its contents until he found what he was looking for: an unopened pack of toothpaste.

“Ah! Here it is! You know I always carry an extra tube of toothpaste, ever since that incident with Soonyoung and the others,” he said to the camera, a shutter running down his spine as he remembered the event, “If you haven’t seen that vlog I’ll link the video in the description box, or you can click the annotation right here to see it!”

After pointing to a random direction of the screen that he was going to put the link over, he walked into the bathroom and set the camera down on the counter, leaning down towards it as he continued the conversation.

“Okay, so I’m going change and get ready, since I’m still in my pajamas. It’s… 6:25 AM right now. Y/N usually wakes up at 7, so I have less than an hour. Ah! Wish me luck! I’ll get back to you in a sec!” Seokmin exclaimed in excitement as he winked at the camera before turning it off.

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