I would NOT recommend thinking about Billy having a bad fight with Neil on a rainy day and Neil taking his keys and Billy shutting himself up in his room and hating that he’s crying and then sneaking out and trying to fall Steve who doesn’t pick up so that’s Billy goes out the window and walks all the way across town to Steve’s in the pouring rain, still hurting from getting hit, and has to ring the doorbell three times before Steve’s dad and answers and frowns, disgusted at he shivering delinquent at the door who looks like a beaten up drowned rat and Billy says “Is S-Steve home?” and Mr. Harrington gets Steve (no trouble really because he doesn’t care that much) and Steve’s heart about shatters seeing Billy drenched and red eyed and he brings him inside and Billy barely says a word but he lets Steve towel him dry and loan him a T-shirt and sweatpants and he doesn’t ask questions but he gives Billy coffee and mumbles about his day till he finally runs out of words and hugs Billy to him and Billy finally lets himself relax because that’s what he came over for.
This is based on the Carrie Underwood song of the same title. But with a happier ending. I had a lot of fun writing this =)
I think about that first cold September night every once and awhile. I remember the strong arms that held me, how he was my blanket. He held me and the year stood still. I thought about the moment it all fell into place. How I was suddenly head over heels for someone I thought I had completely hated. I think about the stars and how they sparkled down on us.
But mostly I wonder if he thinks about me. The way I think about him. If he remembers us the way I remember us.
My favorite memory will always be that first September we found a break during our classes sophomore year. We sat underneath the tree outside the dorm, the sun had set hours ago. Cassian had his arms around me and he was my own personal heater. If someone would’ve told me I would be sitting outside with Cassian Moten looking at the stars and smiling like an idiot, I would’ve called them a liar.
But after what happened to Feyre, after Rhys found her and helped her heal, something changed between us. I started seeking him out. I started wanting to hear his stupid jokes. Somehow he had become the person to save me while everyone else saved my sister.
Cassian pressed his lips against my shoulder. My shirt had slipped and I shivered as the warmth seeped through his mouth against my skin, “I love this,” he whispered softly, “you, me, the stars. It’s everything I’ve always wanted.”
I turned so my face was close to his, “yeah. Me too.”
“I’ve been captivated by you since freshman year, Nessa.”
I leaned into him and time actually stood still as he kissed me. There was nowhere else I’d rather be. There was no sight, no moment as beautiful as the way it felt to have Cassian press his lips against mine. From the very first time, the very first moment he touched me the way he touched me now, I was gone.
“Do you think… after we’ve finished classes and we go out into the world it will still feel like this?”
“Only with you and me,” he whispered softly and kissed me once again.
Feyre is on her way to a job interview when the elevator breaks down. An elevator with a very handsome stranger inside.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen for the job of administrative assistant at Prythian Industries. Work will begin on Monday at Eight AM. Click here for more information.
Regards, Prythian Industries. ~ My train arrived in twenty minutes, and yet I still had no idea what to wear.
It wasn’t as if I was nervous or anything…
Okay, that was a lie. I was terrified.
I had gotten the email two days ago, and had not stopped freaking out about it since. I mean, Prythian Industries had accepted me. Feyre Archeron. Former waitress at a diner not known for its amazing hygiene. And now I had nothing to wear.
Hey, can I please request a John imagine where you and him were engaged, but you ended up breaking it off. 5 years later you meet up with him, and you go and sit on the roof like you did when you were younger. Thank you x
send requests here
It had been five years today since the happiest day of your life, the day that John proposed. It seemed like it only happened yesterday, and you could remember every little detail. From what you were wearing, to the words that John said and the happiness you felt. The positive emotions didn’t last long. Less than three years later, the engagement had been broken off. It was a mutual decision, although you didn’t particularly want to break it off, and you both went your separate ways. Something should have told you that it wasn’t going to last when you both kept pushing the wedding day back. You didn’t leave Birmingham and continued to see John every now and again. A few words were spoken, and that was it. You still loved John, he was the love your life and deep down, you hoped that one day you would rekindle your relationship.
It continues like this for
a little over two months.
It only takes Leonard
three days to figure out he works too much not to have a dog-sitter so
he rings Pavel and they work out a schedule together.
Mutt is getting healthier
and healthier, more meat on his bones and his fur actually shines a bit now
rather than the dull yellow it was before. He’s an active, mischievous dog and
some days Leonard wonders why on earth he keeps him around.
But then some nights when
it’s cold and lonely and he’s reading on the couch with the mutt’s weight
against his legs it’s not so bad.
I’m posting this from my phone, so no idea if I’ll even get separate paragraphs formatted correctly. I’ll fix it later if necessary.
Her hair smells like flowers, Han thought, sleepily burying his nose into the crown of Leia’s head and breathing in deeply. He was wrapped around her, his hand on her waist, legs cradling hers. He moved to snuggle closer to her, then stopped himself abruptly, freezing in place.
He discreetly looked down. He was in his boxers, sharing a sleeping bag with a still-asleep Leia Organa, who was clad only in her camisole and skivvies.
And he wasn’t just sharing a sleeping bag. He was spooning her.
He blinked, barely daring to breathe. I don’t know how I got here…
Just then, she turned over, still asleep, and he raised his hand off her waist briefly as she settled back down, nestling her head against his chest. He saw the bacta patch on her shoulder, breaking up the sea of creamy skin.
Then he remembered. Her and the kid. Like a couple of drowned rats.
He took a cautious look at the other sleeping bag in the tent, and almost gave himself away with a chuckle. Luke and Wedge Antilles were wrapped up in a similar fashion to him and Leia, both still asleep as well.
It had been a mad, tense rush getting the two of them out of the cold water in time. Han was just glad that Wedge had been able to act fast and get that wound dressed while Han argued with the Princess about the best way to prevent hypothermia. And that Wedge had backed him up when he’d said she and Luke both needed to get those wet clothes off, now.
The four of them, plus Chewie, were on a mission together; Chewie was back at the Falcon to avoid attracting undue attention when they met their contacts. Leia was making the exchange; Luke and Wedge were here to fly the new ships; and Han was there to inspect the merchandise and provide security. The rendezvous point was a three-day hike, following the river, and they were only on the second day.
Han was torn. He realized he should probably be trying to figure out a way to extricate himself from Leia without waking her up; she was sure to be furious with him if she woke up with his arms around her. But he wasn’t really seeing a good way to do that. And his initial shock aside, he felt oddly at home with her so near, her dark hair strewn across the pillow, her dark lashes fluttering across her cheek, her face, so relaxed in sleep…
Kriffing hell, Solo, would you get a grip? No wonder Chewie has been making fun of you nonstop, Han scolded himself silently. You’re turning into a damned sap. She would be the first to point out that we’re on a mission. We’re friends, that’s all. We don’t have time for this.
Just then, Leia stirred, and Han realized it was too late to pull away without making it even more obvious how entangled they were.
She raised her head and looked up at him. “Hi,” she said, a blush spreading across her face as she pulled back slightly. “Good morning.”
anyway uhhhhhh strifescloud machine broke and i have practically been living and sleeping at work these last few days but even though it is like……approaching midnight i managed to smash out a quick fill that was floating around in my head for my favourite boys to celebrate a Good Week before i go to sleep for real
i am also hoping to finally finish that oneshot i was doing for this week…pray 4 me my friends
Genesis gently eased open the door to the back porch, the wood creaking in protest as he stepped gingerly outside. The rain was coming down in thick sheets, drumming loudly as it impacted with the roof until it had forced Genesis to give up on his book in sheer irritation at the noise. Cloud was nowhere to be found within the house and Genesis had reluctantly chosen to search outside, though it was beyond him why anyone would willingly go out in this weather.
Sure enough, Cloud was out in the open, seemingly unbothered by the steady fall of rain as he leaned against the outer railing.
Foolish man, Genesis thought to himself fondly.
He quietly moved towards the edge of the mostly-dry porch, though he was sure Cloud knew he was there. There was little that escaped enhanced hearing, even beneath the sound of the rain, but something in the air made his steps almost reverent, as though the peaceful atmosphere of the day could be shattered by any sudden noise.
pulled from sleep by a familiar sound I know too well, the bugling of
elk. A smile touches my lips as I lie still and enjoy. The bugle of a
bull elk is a distinct sound that begins deep and resonant, and becomes a
high-pitched squeal before ending in a series of grunts. The herds of
elk that roam the Rocky Mountains has always been one of my favorite
parts of camping here.
I know once I open my eyes it
will be time to start the day. Rising early is normal for camping, but I
find myself waking up even earlier when not sleeping in a tent. I enjoy
the noises around me and realize it must be super early, as I do not
hear any of the usual hustle and bustle of large campgrounds.
finally roll onto my back, slowly opening my eyes as they adjust to the
sun. The morning is still cool, but I know the July heat will soon be
I really need a shower. Should I go now, or wait
until someone from the group wakes up so I can tell them where I am?
Lying still, I unexpectedly feel
Ghost’s snout nudging my chin, silly dog! It was nice of Jon to let his
dog sleep with me last night, not that I worried, but having a guard dog
is always nice
As I stretch out my arms, another sound
catches my attention - soft coughing. I quickly turn to the left, and my
mouth falls open. Sound asleep, Jon lies on the other side of the fire
pit. His sleeping bag positioned in a way that we can see each other’s
face and nothing more.
6 positive things that happened during my trip away!
So apparently my positivity post from yesterday didn’t post - so today you get double positivity! ^_^
1. I had an amazing swim in the ocean. I did get absoloutely dunked and tossed around by a huge wave in the rough surf that I didn’t see, lol, but given that i was being a smart ass and showing off to my husband, and that I’m a really strong swimmer, I came up spluttering and laughing afterwards - and none the worse. My husband howled with laughter too and said it was the funniest thing he’d even seen as well - me looking like a drowned rat after I’d been acting so smug. Hehe.
2. My hubby paid for an 80 minute hot rock massage for me - and it was AMAZING. I’m still floating and blissful from it.
3. Dinner was insanely good at the restaurant. Like … amazing. I pigged out on the desserts. like, if you follow my instagram (lenathecat) you would have seen the shameful array of desserts I consumed, lol. I had a great night.
1. We went to Timezone (a gaming arcade) and played pinball for ages. It turned out we’d won 470 tickets on our digital card - you can exchange the tickets for prizes. I’m sure you know how it works. Anyway, we didn’t want any of the prizes so we gave the card to a family with a sweet little kid. They were fairly gobsmacked when we just gave them our tickets - but I swear I’ve never seen a little kid grin and start dancing like this one did. Apparently we made his day.
2. We went to a retrogaming store to looking at Nintendo 64 games and a found a few we’d been looking for that weren’t too expensive.
3. When I got home my secret santa present from @scientistsalarian had arrived. I’m super excited to share it with all of you because it’s amazing, but it’s after 1am now, so I’ll take some photos and post about it tomorrow. ^_^
Draco steps out of the floo and immediately turns to the staircase and bounds up the stairs two at a time to Harry’s bedroom.
He quietly opens the door and closes it softly behind him. He stands with his back against the door, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness before quickly picking his way around to the other side of the bed. He then peels back the covers and slips into the bed, instinctively searching out the warmth of the other body in the bed. He finds Harry and places a hand on his back, just wanting to be close to him.
“Draco?” Harry rasps out, his voice thick with sleep.
Rose huffed as the TARDIS doors shut behind them. The Doctor had already shot past her to the console, sending them flying away from the angry villagers on their heels.
She, however, was still standing there dripping on the pristine floor and feeling rather like a drowned rat. “Well, that didn’t go to plan,” she said, starting to pull pins out of her hair, the updo she’d managed for this outing already in shambles.
“When does it ever?” He didn’t look up from the console. The Doctor was also soaked through but he didn’t even seem to notice.
“True.” Rose finished pulling down her hair and wrung it out, adding to the puddle on the floor. The TARDIS hummed at her in annoyance but she promised to come wipe it up in a bit if the Doctor didn’t get to it first.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m off to get a hot shower and clothes that aren’t soaking wet,” Rose said, moving towards the door that led into the corridors. She paused in the doorway and gestured down at the blue dress she’d donned for what was supposed to be a peaceful dinner on a new planet.. “Don’t know why I bothered getting all dressed up for dinner anyways. S’not like anyone noticed with how fast they ran us out of town.”
The Doctor finally looked up, eyes sweeping her up and down as if he was taking in the fact that she was drenched for the first time. “I noticed,” he said quietly. “You looked quite lovely. Still do.”
Rose smiled softly and shook her head. “I know I look like a drowned rat at this point, but thank you.”
“Go on then, I’ll take care of the puddles the TARDIS is complaining about and I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Night, Doctor.” She turned and headed towards her room, more than ready to get clean and into something dry.
She didn’t notice the Doctor watching her walk away or see the affectionate smile on his face.
(Ignore the fact they’d never do this because a) dan is a squishy long bean and b) subscribers are camera happy. Just pretend, okay? Okay.)
Dan rolls his eyes. “What!” He looks at Phil, or tries to. It’s hard when Phil’s grudgingly wrapped his arms and legs around Dan, chin resting on his shoulder.
Phil’s trying hard to ignore the strange looks they keep getting. Two over six feet tall men, one carrying the other through a park, is not the most common thing to happen, probably.
“Dan, please put me down,” Phil says. “It’s just a sprained ankle!”
“You don’t know that!” Dan argues. “And you let me pick you up in the first place!”
“Only because I couldn’t walk!” Phil argues. Or agrees, technically. This is a disaster.
“You were about to start crying,” Dan points out, poking Phil’s bum. It’s not the most mature thing, he’ll later admit.
Phil retaliates by slapping Dan’s.
“Phil!” Dan whisper-shrieks. “We’re in a park!”
“Oops?” Phil says, hiding his face in Dan’s shoulder. He’ll emerge later.
Phil isn’t sure how Dan is carrying him, but he does know they’re slowing down and he’ll probably be the one tasked with rubbing whatever part of Dan hurts tomorrow, injured ankle or not.
When Dan almost trips over a loose stone Phil calls it quits. “Okay, put me down.”
“Daniel fucking Howell, if you don’t put me down I will-”
Dan sets him on a bench and collapses next to him, face sweaty and arms shaking a bit. “I’m never playing Pokémon Go ever again,” he whines.
Phil nods in agreement. They still have at least a mile to get back home, probably.
“I think we’ll die on this bench,” Dan says, leaning back with a groan. He looks like a drowned rat. Phil helpfully tells him so, receives a glare in response.
Phil does feel a little touched, though. Dan does look awful.
“We could get a taxi?” He suggests. “You can help me walk to the street.”
Dan glances at his ankle, back up to Phil’s face. He chews his lip. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says doubtfully.
“I’ll try not to scream,” Phil says dramatically. Dan relaxes a little, gives Phil a small smile.
They stand slowly, Dan’s arm around Phil’s waist and shoulders, Phil holding onto him. Sometimes Phil is glad his partner is a ridiculous giant and even taller than him.
It hurts, more than he expects, but he’ll take that over people staring at them or pulling all of Dan’s muscles.
They slowly hobble out of the park, making it to a street faster than Phil expects. Dan sits him on a bench and finds a taxi. Phil is quietly amused (and alarmed) when he nearly runs into an old lady. Dan is a giant, giant idiot. But he’s Phil’s idiot.
Jesus Christ, Phil thinks. They need to spend a weekend alone one of these days.
A little one-shot based on that blackout spoiler we got a few weeks ago…I’ve been meaning to write something and finally got it today. ENJOY!
It had been a long, tiring day when Emma and Killian finally
made it home, which isn’t a surprise in Storybrooke, most days were long and
tiring. But, getting to go home with the
woman he loved made all the aches and pains he was now suffering from all worth
it….especially when the woman suggested they wash off the day with a long, hot
She was bloody brilliant.
She healed him as they undressed, nothing too serious, just
bumps and bruises and a small cut on his lower lip. She touched it tentatively before reaching up
on her bare toes and brushing her lips against it…by the time she pulled away
the cut was healed.
“He’ll pay for that,” she promised as she brushed her thumb
against his now smooth bottom lip.
He kissed the pad, nipped it gently causing her to
smile. “I have no doubt he will,” he
said before kissing her once more.
They finished undressing and as soon as he placed his hook
on the counter, he followed Emma into the foggy glass shower stall, equipped
with multiple showerheads and body jets.
The shower was one of his favorite things about this world, but this
shower was like a bloody hidden treasure…and the fact that he got to share it
with, Swan…that just made it so much sweeter.
He let out a soft groan when he ducked his head under one of
the sprays. “I’ll never get bloody use
to this,” he murmured as he ran his hand through his hair, then tilted back and
Emma grinned with her eyes closes as she relished under her
own spray. “How did you live without it
for so many centuries?”
“You can’t miss what you don’t know,” he said as he turned
around to face the spray. “But next time
we get sucked into another realm, I’ll miss it like my left….well….” He glanced over at her and when she gave him
a look he just grinned. “You know.”
She let out a laugh as she went over to him, and he met her
halfway, circling his arms around her bare waist, while she leaned up on her
tiptoes and sunk her fingers into his wet, tangled hair. They were in the middle of the stall so that multiple
streams and body jets were hitting their skin, as their mouths mated, in long,
open mouth kisses. He was just about to press her against the shower wall to
have his way with her, when suddenly the world went to black in an instant.
Please write about having a fancy bath with Conor including drinking champagne and loads of bubbles 😘
After the day I was having i just wanted to go home. I called my taxi about 10 minutes ago and it still wasn’t here. Rush hour in London was just horrible. My mood was already bad and it got worse as soon as it decided to rain. I didn’t have an umbrella, i didn’t have a hood on my coat and there wasn’t any shelter around. After waiting another 10 minutes for this taxi it finally arrived and i looked like a drowned rat. I was freezing and i looked like id been dragged through a bush backwards. My hair knotted, my make-up was smudged and my clothes were sticking to me. My mood suddenly went from bad to don’t even bother talking to me unless you want your head ripped off.
“oooo someone seems to be in a mood” I heard one of the boys say as i slammed the apartment door shut. Probably shouldn’t of done that.
“Babe we’re ordering pizza, what you want?” Conor shouted. I really was not in the mood to eat. I wasn’t even in the mood to go and say hello, I just walked straight to the bedroom slamming the door once again. I thew my bag on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands. Why when one thing goes wrong the whole day follows. Today was just not my lucky day. At this point i wasn’t aware that Conor had been standing at the door watching and waiting for the right moment to speak. I remained quiet as i heard the door shut and listened to the foot steps getting closer to see the feet stop right in front of me to then see Conor kneeling so he was more on my level. He slowly grabbed my arms to pull my hands away from my face and lifted my chin to look directly into his eyes.
“What we going to do with you” He let out a slight chuckle while i faintly smiled and looked away only to be looking back at Conor as he brought my face back. “You’re freezing and soaking babe” He whispered stoking my cheek and realising how cold i actually was. We stayed quiet for a moment before Conor got up and walked straight into the bathroom and i could hear the taps running meaning he was running a bath. “You go and get yourself in the bath, ill bring you a drink ok” I nodded not wanting to disagree because a bath sounded like a great idea right now. I grabbed a clean towel and walked into the bathroom to see candles lit, the light dimmed and loads of bubbles! You cannot go wrong with this setting. I undressed myself and slipped into the bath taking in the warmth sending my body into fully relaxed mode. I washed off my make-up so i didn’t look like a clown anymore, i closed my eyes and laid back. I took in the calming setting, taking in the scent of the candles then my thoughts were distracted. My eyes shot back open as i heard the door open only to see Conor appear with 2 glasses of champagne. He placed it on the floor and started to undress himself. “Yes im joining you” He smirked while climbing into the bath. It’s been a long time since me and Conor have had alone time and it was nice that time was being spent in the bath. It had nothing to do with seeing him with no clothes on… ok maybe it was. He’s just god dam gorgeous. He poured us both a glass of champagne and looked at his phone before turning some music on. “Seriously, are you going to play your own music?” I laughed as his covers started playing in the background. “I’m a great artist what can i say” We both fell into comfortable silence.
That bad mood i was in? It had totally gone.
I just sat admiring his features. He was just so perfect. The way his hair fell when he couldn’t be bothered to it, the way he would smile to himself when he was thinking. He made me so happy, the feeling i got when i first met him is the feeling i still get today. I get so excited and giddy when seeing him. His kisses and cuddles were my everything. I’m glad he was the one who stole my heart. Snapping me thought of my wonderful thoughts my face was covered in bubbles.
“What the hell Conor?” I laughed wiping the suds off my face. “You looked so cute when thinking, what was you thinking about” He asked taking a sip of his drink. “You babe” I smiled back sinking more into the water. “Remember the first time we met? We were at a party and you got a nose bleed and blood went all over your white dress” “Yes! You didn’t even know me and you were the one to help” I laughed reliving the memory in my mind. “I’m a gentleman what can i say, i mean i couldn’t let a beautiful girl suffer” “Then you were like, you can repay me by giving me your number” Trying to do a impression of him but failing miserably. “I couldn’t let a girl like you slip away. I didn’t even know you and i knew i couldn’t let you leave” I looked down and smiled, it’s amazing how he can still make me blush after all this time. “The first date. I cooked you your favourite meal. That went well” “You didn’t even cook it, Joe did” We both started laughing because it was true. Conor had got Joe round to make a spaghetti bolognese. Once i arrived he made Joe, Jack and Josh hide out in the bedroom until it had finished, they were basically spying because they refused to leave.
“6 months later i asked you out while in Portugal” “I didn’t even know what you were planning, everyone else knew even your family! but it was so romantic. All the rose petals and wine. It made me feel special for once” I smiled remembering it all. Conor wrote a song and played it for me before asking me to be his girlfriend. He made it so special. He put so much effort into it.
“Now look at us 2 years later still strong as ever” He smiled and gesturing me to move in between his legs so my back was leaning against his chest. “I’m glad i went to that party now, these 2 years have been the best years of my life. I may have my moods and my moments but you are my everything” I felt Conor lean done kissing my shoulder smiling against it.
“2 years and my love for you is still growing” Conor was good with the way he worded things but the best thing about it all was that he meant every word. I turned around and placed a gentle kiss on his lips and smiled once he reacted back.
“The water’s getting cold now” I giggled. Conor gave me a lift to get up and i helped him up afterwards. We both got out and wrapped ourselves in one towel. Our bodies close together i wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him only to find he was already looking down at me.
A/N (not having to do with this imagine): Hi everyone!!! Guess whose finally back after a way too long hiatus. I’m very sorry for leaving all of you guys for almost a year, I honestly don’t have a good excuse except for life suddenly deciding to punch me in the face and make me have responsibilities. While I am back now, I will not be posting as frequently as I used too, maybe a post every day or every other day. Once again I am sorry for my unexplained absence but in return, here is a kick ass series :)
Inspiration: Clay by Grace Vanderwaal and “Middle Man” from season 6, I can’t remember the episode number though
Lyrics: “she wasn’t built to break”
Warnings: in this part there is a mention of rape and torture when talking about the case, a little bit of swearing
A/N: this mini-series is based off of “Middle Man” however it is not a carbon copy, it only follows a similar storyline, hope you guys like it!
“Well you look like you’ve been through hell.” you heard a female voice chuckle as you walked into the BAU office at Quantico. Your hair looked like you had just stepped out of the shower and your jacket felt like a wet bathing suit against your goose bump covered skin.
“It’s a tsunami outside, I thought it wasn’t supposed to rain until noon.” you shivered, walking over to your desk before peeling off your drenched jacket and throwing it over the back of your chair. You heard a little snicker and glanced up just in time to see Derek covering his mouth in attempts to muffle his husky laugh.
Derek had been your best friend since you both joined the FBI. You had both survived ROTC training together and you had been brought into the BAU around the same time. Something about the way you two acted with each other clicked, there was nothing more to it.
“Can I help you?” you asked, a smile coming to your own face while you balled your wet hair up onto the top of your head and wrapped a hair tie around it several times to make sure it was secure. You were someone who had always been able to laugh at themselves, especially in situations like this when you knew you looked like a drowned and confused rat.
“Nope, I’m just dandy.” Derek chuckled, his hand still in front of his mouth as if you couldn’t tell he was smiling if you didn’t see him smiling.
You shook your head slightly letting out your own little giggle before you wiped under your eyes with your fingers, expecting to see a copious amount of black mascara on your finger tips. However you were shocked when you only saw a few flakes.
“Everyone, meeting room now.” you suddenly heard the voice of your roommate Penelope speak from behind you. “Oh dear.” she paused when she saw you, her body physically coming to a stop. Penelope had a habit of leaving the shared apartment an hour before you did. Her reasoning for doing this was because she was a scatter brain who constantly forgot things at the apartment that she needed at work. With her leaving an hour before you, anything that she realized she had forgotten once she got to the office could be texted to you and you would bring it. Today she hadn’t forgotten anything however, except to tell you that a hurricane was about to start.
“You could’ve given me a heads up.” you half-joked with a smile on your face as you looked at the perfectly put together and colorful Penelope who just pursed her lips together, trying to stop from smiling.
“My backup sweater is in my office. I will get it for you after the meeting. I love you. I am sorry.” she said in short little bursts of worried speaking. You couldn’t help but let a laugh out before a smile came to Penelope’s face as well. She then grabbed you by the wet arm and pulled you towards the meeting room where Hotch already sat. Everyone filed in after you had taken your normal seat in between Derek and JJ.
“Don’t stain the leather.” Derek joked as he sat next to you causing you to shoot a glare at him before playfully punching him in his muscular arm.
You returned your attention to Penelope who was handing out tan files, however you could still feel Derek’s eyes on you. Maybe it had been all the hell the two of you had been through together or just the length of time you two had known each other for, but something made it so that you could always tell when his gentle eyes were looking at you. Truth be told, you didn’t mind it.
“New case.” Penelope spoke once everyone had their own set of files. “Three females have turned up within the past three weeks. All of them were tortured and raped before being strangled to death.” Penelope explained, hitting one of the buttons on her clicker causing the projector to project the pictures of the three girls, their alive photos right next to their crime scene photos.
“All three women worked as exotic dancers for the same night club, they all disappeared on Fridays and their bodies were found early Monday morning.” Hotch added in, reading off of his own special case file.
“Who found the bodies?” Reid questioned from his spot across the table from you.
“On the first occasion it was a jogger, then it was a person having car troubles who had to pull over, and the most recent one was a farmer going to check on his crops.” Hotch answered.
“Which brings us to the freaky-deaky part.” Penelope spoke, pressing her clicker again. The slide of the victims shifted over and a picture of three separate corn fields came up, all of which had thick lines in them from where the corn stalks had been ran over. “It appears the victims are being chased by most likely a truck right before they die.”
“The unsub gives them the feeling of freedom right before taking it away from them.” Prentiss muttered, disgust lacing her voice.
“Unsubs.” you corrected, leaning forward in your chair and reading the file you had been scanning for the last minute or two. “It says two DNA samples were found under the last victims nails, neither of which belonged to her.”
“Exactly, we believe this may be a team of two or more.” Hotch nodded at you. “This is most likely a group of dominate males or a dominate and submissive pairing. Whoever they are they’re using condoms which means one of them probably has a record they’re trying to hide from us.”
“Wait Hotch, you said that these women go missing on Friday nights.” Derek suddenly spoke up. You looked at him the minute you heard his voice as if it was a reflex. “It’s Thursday. Are you saying we have a day to figure this out before another woman is taken?”
“Not exactly.” Hotch spoke, his voice suddenly dropping an octave. This was something that you had noticed Hotch did whenever he was about to say something that he knew the group wouldn’t like so you almost instinctually prepared yourself for something bad to come from his lips. And something bad did. “(Y/N), we want to put you in undercover, you will be their next target.”
I let out a heartfelt sob from my blanket mound in the corner of my room. I had buried myself in God knows how many quilts and covers until I resembled something of a fabric slug. I wiped my snotty nose across my sweater sleeve and sniffled, hardly seeing past the tears in my eyes.
“Y/N?” a timid voice called from outside of the bedroom.
“No!” I screeched, taking several of the chocolates in my hand and throwing them at the television in front of me. “He’s a liar!”
Wonwoo poked his head in, a concerned expression on his face. “Y/N, who’s a liar?”
“JunPyo! Jihoo! Joon!” I wailed, burying myself to hide in the sheets surrounding me.
“Which one of those is-” Wonwoo began slowly, wincing before my shrill moans even fell from my mouth.
“Joon! Joon is the one who broke up with me Wonwoo!”
“Okay…so the other two are…?” Wonwoo continued quietly.
“LIARS!” I screeched, throwing another chocolate at the television.
Wonwoo’s eyes grew large as he slowly edged toward me and picked up the remote near where my knee had disappeared into fabric. He clicked off the drama I had been watching and sighed as he sat next to me.
“Y/N,” he hummed. I could feel him place a hand on top of my protective layer of blankets, but there was so much fabric between us, I couldn’t tell you where his fingers landed.
“No, leave me alone to mourn in peace,” I whimpered, not bothering to emerge.
“Y/N,” Wonwoo repeated, patiently waiting.
“What,” I squeaked, only letting my eyes peer out from over the edge of a thick quilt.
“Talk to me,” Wonwoo said sternly, his expression serious. I looked to my best friend and felt weak. He wasn’t quite like a brother figure, so I was scared to collapse into his arms and fall into pieces, but I also wanted to allow him to comfort me.
“It hurts too much,” I croaked in between sniffles.
Wonwoo remained silent as his eyes traced what little of my face I was allowing him to see. I was a puffy mess, too well acquainted with ugly crying to backtrack now. He reached up, allowing his slender fingers to grab hold of the blanket near my face as he gently pulled it down to expose my matted hair and wet cheeks. I immediately hid my face behind my sweater paws and groaned.
“Is that my sweater?” Wonwoo sighed, retracting his hand.
“It might be,” I muttered, sniffing into the sleeve again.
Wonwoo rolled his eyes before giving me a small smile. “Come on Y/N, you know you can always talk to me.”
“I’m embarrassed,” I whispered, slowly pulling my hands down.
He scooted closer to me so our knees were touching and he gave me an encouraging nod. “About what?”
“I look like drowned rat,” I whimpered.
“Aw, Y/N,” Wonwoo said, patting my thigh. “Don’t insult yourself like that. Maybe more like a wet cat? Much less diseased.”
“I sort of hate you,” I muttered, a small grin appearing on my lips.
“There’s that smile,” he cooed, smiling himself. “If you hating me makes you smile like that, you can definitely continue.”
“Stop being sweet,” I groaned. “I’m busy hating all men in general right now.”
Wonwoo grinned as he continued to sit beside me in silence, still waiting for me to fess up and tell him what had happened between Joon and I’s steadily declining relationship.
After a few moments, I finally cleared my throat, not daring to look at the handsome man beside me. “He invited me for coffee…and then he told me he started seeing someone else.”
Wonwoo furrowed his brows as a spoke, an irritated twitch coursing through his locked jaw.
“So I told him to go fuck himself and I threw the coffee at his crotch,” I muttered, wincing as the reality of what I did was spoken into the world.
Wonwoo’s eyebrows immediately shot up and a small grin appeared on his lips. Shortly after he let a giggle out, followed by a hearty laugh.
“Why are you laughing?” I pouted, crossing my arms moodily.
“Because I’m glad you stood up for yourself,” Wonwoo nodded. “It was about time.”
“What do you mean it was about time?” I gasped.
“He treated you like his annoying kid sister Y/N,” Wonwoo said, shaking his head. “I hated when you brought that guy around. I had to talk Mingyu out of putting his phone number up on twitter on more than one occasion.”
I sighed, pulling my knees up to sit under my chin as I buried my face in my leggings. “I just…i don’t know. I’ve never felt so unwanted and alone.”
Wonwoo sighed as well, pushing a loose piece of hair to sit behind my ear. He looked at me thoughtfully, giving me a sad smile. “I’ll be here for you. Always. You aren’t ever alone.”
“Promise?” I whispered, slowly lifting up my eyes.
“Cross my heart,” he nodded, sticking out his pinky for me to wrap my own around. I cautiously pulled my hand from around my knees and wrapped my finger around his. He smiled as he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the back of my hand.
I felt heat rush to my face as I watched him at such a close proximity. Maybe I had been overlooking something so wonderful because I had always been too close. If I took a step back, Wonwoo may have been just the thing I needed all along.
“Now tell me,” Wonwoo cooed, grabbing onto the blankets and launching beneath them with me. He reached out for the remote and clicked the television back on. “All about how shitty the guys in this drama are and how the protagonist deserves so much more. Pass the chocolate first though.”
The shower headcanon that nobody asked for but I sure as heck wanted:
(SFW by the way)
Shiro surprisingly takes long, hot showers. He didn’t have that luxury in the prisons and intends to enjoy it to the fullest now that he has it. Previous to his imprisonment, he took military showers.
Keith takes stupidly hot showers. Everyone wonders how he still has nerves at this point because no one should be able to stand a shower that hot for even a few seconds. He looks like a drowned rat coming out of the shower until he gets his mullet back into shape.
Lance doesn’t take showers so much as he takes soaky baths. He likes to take his time and let the tension drain from his muscles, as well as clean up the gunk on him. Face masks, lotions, loofas and fuzzy bathrobes are an essential part of his shower ensemble.
Hunk’s a moderate shower-er in terms of temperature and time. He’s a shower singer though and while he’s not bad, he’s not great either. It’s not something the others want to hear first thing in the morning though. Sorry, Hunk!
Pidge alternate between showers and baths, depending on what she wants. Her showers/baths tend to be on the longer side, much to the ire of those waiting to get in after her. She likes relaxing and taking her time; she gets her best ideas in the shower/bath.
Allura’s showers take longer simply because there is SO MUCH HAIR to take care of. She burns through conditioner (or the Altean equivalent) like no one’s business and if she forgets to clean the drain after her shower’s done, it can clog it up and cause issues for anyone after her. Coran has been called in several times to deal with this, unfortunately.
Coran likes hot but short showers. There are things to do and business to take care of; it’s best he get through his showers as quickly as possible. The thing he spends the most time on is his mustache. It’s ridiculous how much time and product he spends on it.
Bonus Zarkon, because I can and I don’t have any headcanons for the guy yet!
Zarkon likes long hot showers as well. He may be an evil warlord but he’s got an image to maintain and he’s gonna be the best looking evil warlord in the universe. No one is allowed to mention or comment on it, but Haggar does when he takes too long for her liking.