pit building

warm blood

A/N: anon requested rough sex w shawn, another requested a bit of mouth fucking, and so i decided to continue the blurb i did the other night
Warnings: 2000 words of nasty smut

“C’mere baby,” you murmur, reaching one hand out for his hip. He knee-walks over to you, straddling your body, until he’s over your chest and pumping his cock close to your face. You smile.

“You look so good doing that, babe,” you start, fingers curling around his hip to keep him in place over you. “But I think it’s my turn to taste you.”

Shawn groans low in his throat, nodding as he shifts forward, closer to your mouth. You smile up at him. Your nails scratch gently over his skin, fingers trailing down the sharp cut of his hips to the front of his thighs. One hand finds purchase, while the other pushes Shawn’s hand away from his cock so you can take over, stroking him slowly. He’s so wet from leaking against the bed as he ate your cunt, you don’t need to slick him with your spit. It’s sexy as hell.

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daddy's little princess

description: luke’s a bad boy, you’re the priests daughter with a good girl reputation. Who knew it’d be so easy for Luke to corrupt you…

warnings: so basically you’re calling luke daddy and fucking him in church so yeah

Every week was the same. Wake up, get dressed in a sensible outfit, and pretend that you didn’t hate your life. You used to love your life, you were your daddy’s little girl and everyone knew you as a good girl as your father the was church priest. Rarely had you ever acted out, always obedient to your parents demands. But ever since Luke Hemmings had come back from boarding school a foot taller and a black ring in his lip, you had realized that maybe you were missing out. For the last 4 months you had been lusting after the broad boy, fantasizing of him holding you close, kissing you roughly, his thick long cock thrusting inside of you as you screamed his name. Except the problem was you were a good girl. No boy would look twice at you because they assumed you were a virginal prude. They were wrong, you had fucked an older boy from church who had moved away a year ago.

Your father had warned you to stay away from Luke, always saying “that Hemmings boy is trouble, I don’t want my sweet daughter anywhere near him.” He’d go on to say what Luke had said during confession to him and although your fathers intent was to make you disgusted with Luke, it only made you want him more. There was something about the idea of a bad boy and a good little girl that appealed to you. For some reason you just couldn’t get that thought out of you head.

Often times you’d catch yourself staring at Luke from across the church pew in his dark pants and tight button up, the top buttons undone to expose his toned chest. He would be lazily playing with his lip ring with his tongue, sending blissful fantasies in your mind. Imagining his tongue on you, bringing you to the brink -but no. That wouldn’t ever happen. You knew Luke had no interest in you, the only interaction the two of you had was when he’d notice you staring at him and he’d send a wink. Sometimes you would catch his ocean eyes on you, but you assumed he just wasn’t paying attention. There was no way a boy like Luke would ever want you.

That Sunday you put on a black skirt that hit about mid thigh, with a tight top that if you pulled it down enough, showed the perfect amount of your ample cleavage. You finished it off with a pair of thigh high socks. Before heading downstairs, you applied a dark red lipstick to your lips. Truth be told, you knew your mom wouldn’t be too pleased with your outfit, but it was the most defiant thing you’d done in years so you decided it’d be okay.

On the way to the church, your mom put up a bit of a fuss about your outfit as you expected, but eventually you let it go. That was relieving. You needed to show Luke you weren’t as good as he thought. When it was time for the teenagers to meet, you planned on hiking up your skirt and tugging down your top. This was phase one in operation seduce Luke.

The sermon was oddly ironic, as your father had chosen the topic of abstinence. The whole time you sent Luke glances, keeping eye contact when he’d notice. One particular time, he caught your eye as you had been playing with the top of you thigh high sock. When he saw that, you noticed him shifting visibly, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. It seems that Luke had a thing for thigh highs, things were going smoothly already.

When you were finally dismissed to go to the youth class, you made a detour to the bathroom. Once there, you hiked up your skirt, and revealed more of your breasts. This made you feel empowered and suddenly very confident. Just as you finished touching up your lipstick, you heard the main doors to the bathroom swing open. Before you could turn around to see who it was, there was a sharp click of the lock shutting.

“Reds a nice colour on you babe,” came a low voice. Successfully hiding your surprise, you turned around and met Lukes gaze. He was looking you up and down appreciatively, a smirk on his face.

“This is a girls bathroom,” you reminded him, causally running hand through your dark as if his presence didn’t bother you in the slightest.

“You know y/n, I had always had this hunch that you weren’t as innocent as people thought,” Luke began, slowly moving closer to you. “Today proved it. Did you think it was funny to tease me like that?” By now he was inches away from you, backing you up into the wall. He grabbed your hand, holding them up on the wall above you, trapping you in place.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” you said innocently, biting your lips. Luke let out a groan at that, pressing his body against yours.

“Oh princess, don’t play these games with me. You knew exactly what you were doing. Now you’re going to be punished for it,” Luke snapped, his voice raspy. The tall boys lips were barely brushing against yours as he spoke, sending a rush through you, and you sighed softly. He slowly started grinding against you, and you could feel his cock stiffen slightly against you. “I’m going to teach you not to tease daddy.”

A whimper escaped you. Roughly, Luke turned you around so your front was against the cool tiled wall. He stood flush to you, his mouth brushing against your neck.

“Daddy,” you whispered, and you felt his member harden a bit more. “I’ve been so naughty.”

Luke threw his head back with a groan, grabbing you so you were bent over facing the wall. Lifting up your skirt to reveal your lacy black panties, he placed his hands on your ass, his thumb rubbing slow circles on the skin.

“Did you wear these just for daddy?” Luke asked. You nodded. “Use your words princess. Let daddy hear you.”

“Yes daddy, I wore them for you!” You called out.

“Princess, you deserve five spankings. I want you to count them out loud for me, do yo understand?”

“Yes daddy.” Luke sensual way of speaking sent pleasure straight to your core. You knew you were already soaked.

“Get ready princess.” You could feel his hot breath as he murmured into your ear. A shiver ran down your spine as you waited in anticipation. Suddenly, his large hand made contact with your ass, a loud smack filling the silent room. You let out a cry.

“One!” Another hit. “Two!”

“You seem to be enjoying your punishment Princess, aren’t you,” Luke inquired, massaging your ass.

“Yes daddy I am,” you let out, stuttering slightly. Luke let out a low chuckled, before swinging his hand back then letting it collide with your backside. You let out another moan.

“Three!” You almost yelled.

“Two more babygirl, you’re doing so good. Daddy is so proud of you.” By this time, your arousal was dripping down your leg, and you knew Luke could tell.

Another smack.


The last hit was more forceful than all the other combined, yet you felt on top of the world from the throbbing skin. You knew that there’d be a imprint of Lukes hand on your ass, the thought of that just getting your more flustered.

“FIVE!” you screamed.

“Very good Princess, you did amazing. I think you deserve a reward,” Luke praised you. He reached up and slowly tugged down your skirt, and you stepped out of it. Off came your shirt, the flimsy material fluttering to the floor. For a moment Luke stood there, taking in the lacy black bra holding your large breasts up.

“While I find them very sexy,” Luke said, his hands finding the clasp. “I think I’d much rather prefer what’s underneath.” He expertly undid the clasp, slowly removing the straps off you arms. The bra landed on the floor, his hands replacing it, his thumbs running over your nipples.

“Daddy please,” you whined, desperate for more.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he marvelled, sliding his hands down your body. They reached you the top of your panties, and pulled them down, leaving you only in your thigh highs. “Get ready for your reward Princess.”

Luke got down on his knees, spreading your legs apart with his large hands. He kissed up your thighs, sucking and nibbling as he traveled upwards, surely leaving marks in its place. As he got closer, your breathing became laboured as you waited for him to make his next move. He blew warm air onto your clit, causing you to lace your fingers through his messy blond hair. Slowly, his tongue darted out, brushing against your clit. He started moving his tongue against you, moving up and down and side to side, before circling his tongue around it. Biting your lip, you held in your sounds of pleasure. Then he plunged his tongue it, causing you to lose all control. The room was filled with you whimpers and moans, as you tugged on his hair causing him to let out another groan. He sucked on your clit before going back to his previous
movements and you could feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach building up.

“Daddy,” you cried, tugging harder on his hard, receiving another sound of desire. “I’m close daddy!”

This seemed to encourage Luke, as he slipped a finger inside of you, his other hand holding your hips back as they started bucking. His movements increased and with a cry you reached your peak, crying out as Luke continued as your rode out your high. Luke peppered your face in kisses, finally meeting your lips with his. You could taste yourself on his lips, but you didn’t care as your lips moved frantically together.

“You did so well Princess,” Luke said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. His hands trailed down to the top of your thigh highs, fingering the soft material of them.

“Daddy,” you whined, running your hand over the front of his dress pants. If his cock wasn’t already completely hard before, it was now. “I want you inside me please!”

“Oh Princess, you don’t need to ask twice.” You started unbuttoning the rest of this shirt before letting it slip off his broad shoulders and onto the floor. You admired his lean body, slowly kissing down his chest until you reached the top of his pants, his length straining against the tight material. Unzipping them, you slid his pants down his legs leaving him only in his boxers. Even concealed by thin fabric you could tell his cock was huge. Luke saw you gulp and let out a chuckle.

“Oh Princess, just you wait,” Luke said lazily, stroking your hair. You slid down his boxers, his thick cock springing out. It was huge. You felt heat run through your body. Never before had you ever wanted anything so bad.

“Oh daddy I need you now,” you begged, reaching out to his cock. You took it in your hand, rubbing your thumb against the tip. “Please fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Please daddy!”

“Get ready Princess,” Luke whispered, a cocky tone to his voice. He led you over to the sinks, bending you over the counter. “I’m going to make you mind baby.”

You felt his tip brush against your entrance, and you moaned. Slowly he slid in, stretching you.

“Oh Princess,” he moaned out. “You’re so tight. Fuck baby.”

He pulled out slightly, before slamming back in, receiving a cry from you. Thrusting hard, he whispered in your ear.

“You’re such a dirty girl, fucking me in a church like this. What would your father say if he knew I had you bent over the sink, at my mercy as I slam into your tight wet pussy?” Luke smacked your ass. “Cmon baby, let me hear you!”

“Oh daddy,” you replied, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Faster daddy please. I’m so close.”

“Hold on Princess,” Luke commanded, speeding up. The sound of your skin slapping together joined the symphony of moans filling the room. “Wait for daddy Princess, don’t come yet.”

Once again, you could feel your orgasm nearing, building up, getting closer and closer. Whimpering as Luke slammed into you, brushing against your g spot, you let out a cry.

“Daddy please,” you begged, nearing tears. You needed to cum now, the need for a release so desperate.

“Let go babygirl,” Luke shouted. As you reached your eye, screaming out his name over and over, you felt him release into you, as he moaned louder than ever.

After you both came down from your highs, Luke slid out of you, pulling you close to him. He placed his lips on your temple, running a hand up and down your back.

“You did so well Princess. That was amazing babygirl,” Luke praised you, his voice tired. You just nodded, too tired to even respond. After awhile of standing there, wrapped in his strong arms, he let you go. “It’s almost time to go home Princess, I should let you make yourself appear like a good little girl again. Can’t have anyone knowing what their little angels been up too.”

Luke pulled on his clothes, now rumpled. He ran a hand through his messy, sweaty hair. You continued to stand there, staring at the beautiful boy.

“I need to go confess of my sins,” he told you with a wink. “See you next week Princess.”

With that he walked out, leaving you still naked. The shock of what just happened hadn’t left you, but you looked forward to next week, anticipating what’d happen next.

Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (22-Finale)

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Part 22- “Final Part” of the sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: The Sequel to Wrong Place Wrong Time: Life after the death of Red.
Main Characters include: Reader and EXO.

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

Epilogues: Epilogue 1-BBH  Epilogue 2-KJD Epilogue 3- ZYX Epilogue 4- KJI
Epilogue 5-DKS Epilogue 6- PCY  Epilogue 7- KJM Epilogue 8-KMS  Final Epilogue

Word Count: 5,100 (ish)

Get’s the slightest bit gory, so only read if you have a strong stomach?

Listen, you better get those tissues out!

Junmyeon’s P.O.V.

He sat in the SUV looking at his hands; he was shaking nervously and couldn’t keep his hands still. He had come this far and brought the men up until this point, yet he still felt as though he hadn’t quite fulfilled his duty. Why was that? Maybe because he was a failure in more ways than one, his brother didn’t applaud him for anything he did, he almost killed everyone a year ago, he couldn’t even successfully attract a woman who wasn’t out to kill him. He sighed, he was a failure no matter which way he looked at it.

“Hey…what are you thinking about?” Chanyeol nudged him on his side bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Uhhh- I…It’s nothing. Nothing.”

“You can’t lie to me Junmyeon. I’ve known you almost 5 years, what’s up?”

Junmyeon sighed as he slowly lifted his head upwards.

“I just…What have I even done? Up until now…I’ve just continuously dragged us into never ending shit and if we survive this I’ll probably end up dragging us into more never ending shit.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Sehun scoffed from behind Junmyeon. Everyone was listening to the conversation. “If it wasn’t for you Junmyeon I’d be wandering the streets…sure this lifestyle isn’t ideal but I found a family in you guys. I found a home. If it weren’t for you Kim Junmyeon I would definitely be dead.”

“Aw Sehun, are we getting a little bit sentimental.” Minseok cooed teasingly, pinching Sehun’s cheek from beside him. Sehun frowned and pushed Minseok off of him, his face turning a subtle tint of red which luckily for him wasn’t too noticeable in the dark night.

“It’s true though Minseok… I mean…Isn’t it?”He looked up at the older male who had played the role of his mother, father, brother and best friend throughout the years.
Minseok smiled softly and nodded, planting a kiss on Sehun’s forehead.

“Of course it’s true; you’re the best family I’ve ever had never forget it.”
Sehun smiled at Minseok’s words and gave him a quick hug before letting go again.

Junmyeon let out a loud sigh, causing everyone to turn and face him again. He appreciated their efforts but he still wasn’t sure he was doing enough.

“Junmyeon look.” Yixing cleared his throat. “Every single man in this car is fucked up, we’re all bad men and we’re all killers we’re most definitely the worst type of people to walk the face of this earth. But guess what, that’s not your fault. You didn’t create Genesis and you didn’t create Red Corp, you didn’t volunteer for this, none of us did. We had no choice. I agree with Sehun…you guys are my family now and although we met in the most fucked up way and I do wish we met under better circumstances…look, the point is I’m proud to call you my brothers. We may not all be biologically related but that really doesn’t matter, right?”

Tao nodded in the driver’s seat as he looked up through his rear view mirror.

“Yixing is right. I say when we get out of this we all let this lifestyle go and move forwards together.”

IF we get out alive…” Junmyeon mumbled looking back down at his hands. He still wasn’t confident that he could get all of them out alive, but he would sure as anything try his best. The car began to slow down. They were driving in an industrial estate; the bumpy gravel could be felt beneath them as the tyres moved forward ever so slightly.

“I think we’re here…” Tao looked up at the building as he stopped the engine completely; it was eerie and dark from the outside.

Junmyeon held his breath and wrapped his fingers around his gun. Only God knew what he would find inside.

“You lot…please survive.” He opened the car door and stepped out slowly, walking towards the building, the pit in his stomach seemed to be growing deeper and if he was being honest he was scared. Petrified.
But there was no going back now, he had to deal with the issue and he had to get his brother. That was the only blood-family he had left and he couldn’t let it go. The rest of the boys followed behind stealthily and slowly, weapons in hand.

“You know, I never thought I’d say this.” Baekhyun whispered. “But I’m really jealous of Kyungsoo right now…he has an excuse to stay home. I am bricking it.”

“You’re always bricking it Byun Baekhyun. Just don’t die or get injured because you’re the surgeon and we need you alive.” Jongin whispered back running in front of Junmyeon, towards a back door. He pushed it open lightly with his foot and looked about to make sure it was all clear. He turned to face the guys and gave a quick nod. ‘Good luck’ He mouthed as they all began to run into the building.

It was quite dark so Junmyeon could hardly see anything, his ears were his biggest help at the moment and he began to hear a muffled shouting and struggling. His eyes widened. It must have been Senior; he walked further towards the sound.

“Suho. I can’t find the enemy anywhere.” Jongdae’s voice whispered from behind him, causing him to jump a little.

“You don’t have to keep up with the code names Luhan knows who we are.” He replied. “I hear something, keep me covered.” He began walking faster to the muffled sounds that he could hear, it became increasingly louder until eventually he could hear it right beside him.

“Senior?” he hissed. The muffles became louder as if confirming who it was. Junmyeon desperately put his gun in his pocket and reached his hands out to find the ropes binding his brother down to the chair.

“Guys! I don’t see anyone.” Jongin whispered loudly. Junmyeon heard grunts of agreement; it had appeared the whole squad had found their way to Senior’s chair.
After some struggle Junmyeon managed to get Senior free from the chair and untied the cloth from his mouth. His brother gasped desperately for air as he threw his head backwards.

“Listen Junmyeon!” Senior panted between words. “It’s a ploy to buy time. They used me as a distraction they knew you’d come for me. No one is here. He said something about ‘killing the pregnant bitch and dealing with Junmyeon and the rest later.

Junmyeon’s eyes widened and he turned around in shock as he heard Minseok let out a loud gasp.

“Oh Gosh Y/N!” Minseok cried. As if on cue his phone began to vibrate he looked at the caller I.D.


Wasting no time he swiped right on the screen and put the phone on loud speaker. Junmyeon could hear Minseok’s breathing become quicker and shallow as he heard Y/N begin to talk.

Minseok… please tell me you guys have come back. We can hear noises in the kitchen” She was whispering and it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying.

Y/N it’s Luhan, you need to hide now!”

“We’re in Kyungsoo’s room.” Her voice was really beginning to shake now that it was confirmed that it was not the boys.

Y/N I need you to lock the door and hide as best as you can. We’re on our way. Don’t make a sound.” He hung up and slipped his phone back inside his pocket.

“Fuck! My baby is in there!” Kris cried, almost close to tears.

“That’s exactly why we need to make a move. NOW!”

Y/N’S P.O.V.

Your breathing had accelerated as you slowly got up to lock the door and crawled back on to the floor. Kyungsoo looked at you with worried eyes. 

‘Luhan’ You mouthed to him. His eyes widened with fear as he looked between you and the door. ‘We need to hide’ you mouthed as you begun to him drag him off of his wheelchair and help him get under the bed, making sure the sheets were spilled over so he couldn’t be seen.
You could hear things being smashed in the kitchen.

“Come on out sweetheart!” You heard Luhan call, sarcasm and venom lacing tongue.

“Who is that?” Ara asked looking up you. You quickly covered her hand with your mouth your eyes widening in fear of being heard, bending down as far as your stomach would allow you to you began to whisper in her ear.

“We’re going to play hide and seek okay? Daddy’s friend is looking for us, so you need to be a good girl and stay quiet. If you win I will buy you a dolly okay Ara?” You tried smiling convincingly at her as she nodded with such enthusiasm.
If only it were all just a game.
You dragged yourself and Ara into Kyungsoo’s wardrobe as it was the only place that your stomach would allow you to fit. Your heart was banging against your chest it felt as though it would burst through. You were sure that you had never been so scared in your life. You heard smashing, breaking and the occasional pop of a gun. Footsteps were getting louder and louder. It felt like forever waiting for the boys to arrive and you were slowly becoming a nervous wreck, tears were welling up in your waterline. You were no longer sure what you were waiting for, was it to be saved or death?
You heard scratching at the door. You closed your eyes tightly and covered your mouth with your hand.

“Hmm…why is this door locked?” Luhan’s voice was clear now. He was less than 10 feet away from you. “Oh Mrs.Kim, are you in there?” He laughed mockingly. He had you right where he wanted you and he was about to win his sick and twisted game. Ara groaned in front of you.

“I want to get out.” She said. You quickly covered her mouth with your hand.
No! why was she deciding to talk now.
You bent down and pressed your mouth against her ear as you decided to whisper.

“Ara sweetie, you can’t speak or Daddy’s friend will find us.” You were desperate for her to be quiet, but of course as your luck would have it she wasn’t willing to comply with the rules.

“But I want to get out.” She demanded trying to free herself from your grip. Your heart was beating wildly against your chest.

“Ara shut up!” Kyungsoo hissed from under the bed, you could only imagine how terrified he had become.

“But I need to weewee!” She shouted, banging her hands against the wardrobe door.

You heard Luhan laugh sadistically from outside.

“Ohhh there’s definitely people in here. Maybe I should pay them a visit hmm?”
You heard repetitive banging as Luhan began kicking the door, followed by grunts and eventually there was a loud crash as the door was knocked inwards. You closed your eyes again out of fear, your airways were involuntarily contracting and you were finding it hard to breathe.
“Mrs Kim. Play with me? There’s no need to hide, hmm?” You heard a gunshot ring out in the room, causing Ara to scream. You covered her mouth with your hand, but at this point there was no use because the wardrobe door began to open slowly and stood in front of you was a merciless looking Luhan, a dirty smile painted across his face.
“Ah! Here you are.”
You looked into his dark orbs as tears began to run down your face.

“Luhan please, don’t do this. You don’t need to do this. I’m begging you…” One hand automatically found itself comforting your stomach, whilst the other was gripping Ara’s shoulder. He scoffed, pulling a wry smile.

“Is that what my father begged you before you blew his brains out, you heartless bitch. Is that what my girlfriend begged before you bastards took her life aswell?” He smacked the hilt of his gun against you forehead and you felt a warm liquid oozing its way down the side of your face.

“I need to weewee!” Ara screamed as she crossed her legs and began pulling your arm. You had never been so pissed off by a child in your life.

“Aww you need to weewee do you?” Luhan bent down in front of her and stroked her cheeks with his free hand. “Well I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you weewee, but that means after we’re going to play a little game okay?”
She nodded ecstatically.
“Good girl. Now you see this device in my hand here.” He pulled a small black remote out of his pocket and raised it in the air. “Well Uncle Luhan here loves to play with electric and this…” He clicked a button on the remote causing the lights to switch off. Just like the night Minseok went missing. Suddenly the lights switched back on again. “…is my favourite toy. We’re going to play the best version of hide and seek ever. I’m going to switch off all the lights and you are going to hide. If I win, you will go to bed forever and ever and ever, okay sweetheart.”
Ara nodded enthusiastically, still not understanding what was happening.
“Good! Go and weewee quickly.” He looked up at you and smiled at you darkly before bowing and pointing at the door letting you step aside. “I’ll count to 100.”

You pulled Ara past Luhan and practically dragged her up the stairs ignoring each and every one of her cries, quite frankly you had no pity for her, she should’ve shut up when she had the chance. You dragged her into the toilet and quickly let her wee, whilst you tried your best to mop up the blood dripping down the side of your face. You dragged her out of the toilet just as quickly and pulled her into Baekhyun’s room, you rummaged quickly through everything that was lined up on his shelf dropping some things as you went along. Finally you picked up a bottle of chloroform. Pouring some of the liquid on to Ara’s shirt, you brought it up to her mouth and nose and waited until her struggle stopped. You ran back down the corridor and hurriedly opened the door to Junmyeon’s room. Opening a chest that once belonged to Yuna, you bent Ara’s knees upwards by  a fraction and placed her inside gently closing the lid again. You knew that she would be safe now, you were sure you had used enough of the liquid to knock her out for a while. You swallowed hard as you pulled out your phone and sent a text to Minseok:

Ara is in a Yuna’s chest, in Junmyeon’s room. Please hurry Min.”

You felt it necessary so he could tell the others, just in case you didn’t survive to tell them where she was…

“I GOT BORED OF COUNTING! I GOT TO 70, BUT THAT’S CLOSE ENOUGH RIGHT?!” You heard Luhan’s voice yell as the lights in the room went off. You froze in your spot. He was coming for you. You heard the steps creaking as he was making his way up. The lights flicked back on again and you could hear him humming a song. Your hands were shaking as you stared around Junmyeon’s room looking for where you could hide. You had to be careful, surely Luhan didn’t come alone, his men were lurking about the house as well and so you were hiding from them too.
Suddenly you heard a stampede of footsteps from the ground below.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

It was Minseok.
You let out a shaky breath but you still couldn’t shout out to him, not when Luhan was so close by. The lights flickered off again. Then back on. You heard Luhan’s footsteps pause and began to retreat back down the stairs. You couldn’t exactly make out what was being said but you heard smashing and gunshots. Shouting and swearing and you were unable to stop the tears from streaming down your face. It felt as though it was the beginning of the end.

You stayed hidden in Junmyeon’s room for a good 20 minutes. War breaking loose beneath you. You didn’t know who was alive and who was dead, but you had to get out of this room it wasn’t a good enough place to hide. As the lights flickered off again you slowly made your way down the stairs as stealthily as you possibly could. Slipping back into Kyungsoo’s room you lowered yourself to the floor and nearly screamed as the lights flickered on. There was a dead body lying in front of you, he must’ve been one of Luhan’s men because he wasn’t one of yours. You felt like vomiting but tried you hardest to swallow the bile back down.

“Kyungsoo.” You whispered. “Are you still there?”

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing here? You need to go and hide!” He hissed “Hide out back where Yuna is, he won’t look for you there. Quickly. Go.”
You nodded as you got up to your feet again. You heard an agonising scream ring out across the house.

“Oh my gosh that was Minseok!” You panicked; your knees began to shake as you could only imagine the worst. You were paralysed in your spot for about 5 minutes as you were too scared to go and check what had happened. You could still hear gunshots popping off and swearing every now and then. Finally you plucked up the courage to walk over to the door, stopping to look left and right before you exited the room. You frowned in fear as you looked up at the walls, there was a trail of blood that had looked as though it had been deliberately painted making it’s way down the length of the corridor. You looked on the floor and stifled a scream as you began to vomit.

Minseok’s ring finger was there.

You couldn’t breathe properly, you were hyperventilating. Your knees felt as though they would give way but you tried to ignore the feeling. Bending down you picked up Minseok’s finger and stared at it in horror. What the fuck had Luhan and his men done to your husband? You were holding his severed finger in your hand what else would you find? His severed head? Trying to ignore how sick all of this was beginning to make you feel, you pushed Minseok’s finger down your bra to keep it safe and carried on walking down the corridor. Your eyes widened at the sound of crying and you began to follow it down the corridor ending up in the board room.
Your eyes widened and you began to sob erratically and uncontrollably.

“Minseok!” You cried running over to where he was sat. Blood was running from his severed hand and from a gash in his thigh. He looked up at you, his face contorted with pain and his eyes red.

“Y/N you need to get out.” He cupped your face with his uninjured hand. He struggled to speak through the unimaginable amount of pain that he was in. He dragged his hand down from your face and placed it over your stomach, rubbing your bump. “I don’t know if I’ll make it Y/N. But you need to get out, you and this baby…our beautiful baby. You both need to make it alive…for me Y/N. If you love me you’ll do this much for me, I’ll try and make it babe but I don’t know if I can. Get out now Y/N Please!” He leaned forward and kissed you, resulting in you crying harder when he pulled away. “Here take this and get out. There’s only one bullet left.” He handed you his gun. “I love you Y/N and I love our baby. You both mean the world to me never forget that.” You sobbed uncontrollably as you slowly began backing away from the board, staring at Minseok until you turned the corner.

Your main priority was to now get this baby and yourself to safety. You had to make sure you would stay alive. You told yourself that Minseok was not going to die and that was what was fuelling you with energy…it was the only thing keeping you going. You ran into the hallway and tried making it towards the door, when all of a sudden Luhan stepped out in front of you.

“Ah. Seems as though I found you.”

You slowly began to take steps away from him creating a bigger gap between the two of you.

“You can’t go anywhere now bitch. It’s too late; I have you exactly where I need you. I’ve been waiting for a whole fucking year to do this, you killed my father! And now you’re going to pay for what you did!” He smirked sadistically as he raised your gun so that it was level with your stomach.

“I don’t think so you bastard!”

You looked over Luhan’s shoulder and saw Chanyeol’s tall frame running up to him, elbowing him in the back of the neck, causing Luhan to jerk forward.

“Get out of here Y/N!” Chanyeol growled as he scuffled against Luhan whom was surprisingly strong given his small stature. You were shaken and stunned, trying to recollect yourself you swallowed hard as you looked at the struggle before you. You couldn’t just leave your best friend. Then you remembered Minseok’s gun. You aimed your gun up slowly trying to steady your shaking hands. You only had one shot and you had to get Luhan where it counted. You needed to shoot him dead. He watched as he saw you raise your gun and just as were about to pull the trigger he switched the lights off.


The shot you had just fired rang throughout the house and made your ears buzz. You took a deep breath as you tried to steady yourself.

“Oopsie daisies sweetheart.” Luhan scoffed. “That wasn’t me.”

The lights flickered back on and you were staring at Chanyeol slumped in a pile on the floor.

“CHANYEOL!” You screamed.

You had one bullet left. One bullet, and you used it on your best friend. Your heart stopped and your knees felt weak you were about to drop to the ground, when you heard Chanyeol groan from his spot on the floor.

“I’m fine Y/N it’s just my leg. Get out of here…” He panted clutching his leg with arms and trying desperately hard to stop the blood flow. You nodded your head frantically and backed away further from the two men.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!” Luhan screeched, lunging forward at you he wacked the back of your head with his gun and immediately you began to experience an intense headache. “You end tonight. You and that blasted baby of yours.” He pointed his gun at your stomach again and you felt truly helpless. Your vision was turning into a blur as the tears were streaming helplessly down your face, your throat was sore and your voice was hoarse. All you could do was place your hands over your stomach in attempt to comfort your unborn baby.

“You won’t fucking touch her Luhan!” You heard another voice shout from behind you, the individual ran in front of you pushing you backwards.


“Why are you doing this Luhan!” He shouted and you could see veins popping up at the back of his neck. “Why are you doing it! This won’t bring your father back! Besides, he tried to kill her it was only self defence.”

Luhan scoffed frowning at Sehun.

“We used to be like brothers Sehun and now you’re defending this bitch!”

“Because she’s my family Luhan!” Sehun shouted and your breath hitched. Sehun called you his family and although this was the wrong place and time to focus on the specifics you couldn’t help but feel ridiculously happy that he now accepted you into his life. “She’s my family Lu, so is Minseok and so is this baby. And I can’t let you take my family away from me. I’ve lost one too many. I won’t let you take them.”

Luhan frowned deeper as a tear escaped his eye, he violently wiped it away with the back of his hand.

“We were family once too Sehun!”

“Yeah that was before you decided to throw it all away and turn your back on us Luhan!”
You had never seen Sehun quite so defensive. He positioned himself right in front of you so that Luhan couldn’t touch you. “She’s my family Luhan and I can’t let you take her or her baby…” He raised his gun up aiming it at Luhan.
Luhan’s eyes widened in shock.

“Oh Sehun…Don’t you even dare. Put it down…”

Sehun shook his head violently.

“No! not until you drop your weapon and leave this house. I’m willing to let you walk free if you do that.” Sehun kept his gun trained at Luhan. Luhan slowly raised his gun at Sehun.
“Just drop your weapon Luhan; I won’t shoot if you do. I just can’t let you hurt this baby. I won’t let you take my family!”

“I’m your fucking family Sehun!” Luhan screeched as the lights flickered off.



“Shit!” You screamed, panicking because you couldn’t see anything.

“Fucking bastard…”You heard Sehun hiss quietly, you let out a breath, he was still alive.

You heard Chanyeol groan from where he was laying.

“Wait I…I think I’ve found the remote.” Chanyeol whispered as the lights flickered back on, you looked down ahead of you and saw Luhan’s lifeless body on the floor covered in his own blood.

Sehun had done it

Luhan was dead.

You started crying out of joy.

“Sehun you did it! Goodne—” You frowned when you processed that Sehun was no longer standing in front of you, but instead he was lying on the floor wheezing. A bullet wound just under his left breast bone. It had appeared the men had pulled the trigger at the same time.

“Oh God! Sehun?!” You knelt down, placing your hand on top of his wound to try and stop the bleeding. “Sehun! Please hold on.”
He coughed, blood spluttering out of his mouth.

“I…I can’t… I can’t hold on.” His breath was slowing as he struggled to speak.

“Of course you can! Come on Sehun. Stay with me. It’s okay, I’m not even stressing because nobody dies in this house. You all just come back at some point and so I’m not even stressing out, okay?” You were beginning to talk too much and too fast out of fright and nervousness. “Sehun I’m not going to stress okay, because I know you won’t die on me, Minseok or this baby. This cute little baby that’s going to be your niece or nephew. And every night they’ll boast to me about how cool their uncle Sehun is. Sehun please don’t die…” You were sobbing hysterically, cupping his face in your hands. Your salty tears were dropping on his lips and you could slowly see the life escaping his eyes. They were becoming dim and his breathing was slowing.

“Listen…I’m sorry Y/N… for ever being bad to you…It takes me a while to trust people but I realised…you’re not so bad after all. You’re my family now… and that baby…tell them Uncle Sehun loves them…and please tell Minseok he was the best gift I ever received…I’m so grateful for him…tell him I love –”

His breathing was getting slower.

And slower.




“Sehun!” You shook his body. “SEHUN!” You shook his body again but he didn’t respond he didn’t move. His eyes stared up into yours but you knew fully well that he couldn’t see you.

He was dead.

“Shit!” Chanyeol breathed from where he was laying, tears streaming down his eyes. “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SEHUN NO! NO DON’T YOU FUCKING DO THIS TO US SEHUN NOT NOW! WE’RE A FAMILY, YOU SAID WE’RE A FAMILY DON’T LEAVE US NOW SEHUN!”

“SEHUN NO! OH GOD NO PLEASE SEHUN NO! NO SEHUN YOU CAN’T DO THIS! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO MINSEOK, SEHUN NO!” You were banging your fists on his chest, but he was making no attempt to stop you. His lifeless eyes stared directly into yours, unseeing. His wheezing had stopped and his breathing had ceased.

Sehun was dead.

1 Week later.

You were all wearing black, standing in the all too familiar graveyard where you had already lost one of the boys. Some part of you was still hoping and praying that Sehun would jump out of the coffin and begin to laugh at you guys for being so soft.

But it didn’t happen.

Everyone was a complete mess, staring down at the hole in the ground where the coffin had been lowered.
But no one had compared to Minseok.
He was absolutely distraught, sobbing uncontrollably his face was red and his body was shaking violently. The occasional high pitched scream would escape him, causing Jongin to pull him into a hug and squeeze him tightly. Never in your life did you imagine that you would be affected by Sehun’s death but you  were. Majorly.
And you wanted him back so badly.

“WHY SEHUN!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! YOU DIDN’T EVEN GIVE ME A CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GROW OLD WITH ME SEHUN! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AN UNCLE TO MY CHILD! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME, WHY!?” He was on his knees now crying beside the younger males grave, choking on his own tears. Never in your life had you ever seen Minseok so broken. You were glad Minseok survived but you wished that you all had.

Kris and Tao began covering the coffin back with the dirt as Junmyeon began to speak.

“Oh Sehun…” Words were caught in his throat as he struggled to fight back his tears. “…you were so young and you didn’t deserve this. You were a great man, an absolutely great man. And although you may not have felt it, we all admired you. I can’t believe you’re gone Sehun…You’re really gone…Oh gosh.” He laughed through his tears as he looked down at the now covered grave. “At least you’re with your mum now, so please be happy. Please rest in perfect peace Oh Sehun. You deserve that much.”

“Rest in peace Oh Sehun.” You all cried in unison, fatigue and sorrow hit you like a truck as you looked down at the grave, which was beside Minseok’s mother’s.

“I LOVE YOU SEHUN! I ALWAYS HAVE AND I ALWAYS WILL DON’T YOU EVER FORGET THAT!” Minseok cried crawling towards the grave where the boy now rested. He placed a bouquet of Zinnia flowers on top of the dirt.

Zinnia’s represented remembrance of a missing friend.

Sehun was a friend.

Sehun was family.

You would always remember Oh Sehun.

The end

Guys this is “technically” not the end…So keep your notifications on. I want to conclude certain things. So I will still be posting another “Part” Tomorrow. So just stay tuned :)

When Another Man Looks

Pairing: Dean x reader, Ketch, Sam

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, sex in a bathroom, jealousy, fake flirting with Ketch on reader’s part, slight angst 

Summary: You are working on a case with Ketch to try and take down a vampire, but one change in the outfit you would normally rock on a hunt has thing deteriorating quickly between you and your boyfriend Dean. 

Word Count: 5153

A/N: This was written for an anon who requested  Hi! If you are taking requests could I request a dean x reader? Perhaps where they are dating and then when they are working with the BMoL either Mick or Ketch keeps flirting with her and dean gets really defensive and a bit possessive of her, maybe ending in smut? Thanks! So this is what I came up with. Also a special shout out to @roxy-davenport who helped to beta the beginning part of this fic and stopped me from scrapping it, so thank you so much! 

Pushing down the lump that was forming in your throat, you tried to ignore the way Ketch’s eyes kept shifting to your body, he had suggested you wear something more revealing in an attempt at getting the vampire’s attention, essentially, wanting to use you as bait. It was something so stereotypical male, it made you want to puke, the whole idea that as a girl the only thing you were good for was standing around looking pretty and vulnerable. The blood coursing through your veins had started boiling at the casual suggestion, but working with these new Men of Letters meant that you had to make sacrifices. Since the Winchester’s were on board with these new guys, despite some reluctance, you were too.

“Fine, I’ll go get changed,” you growled, trying your best not to stomp too loudly as you made your way to the bedroom.

You could see why the boys were torn about working with these guys, clearly, they were working on a different level than the average hunter you had come across, but the boundaries were blurrier too. When they had told you about how Mick had killed the girl who had been bitten by a werewolf before she even managed to attack anyone, you had felt disgusted. Then again, you saw the tools that they had, and there was no denying that their ability to spot these groups of vampires and quickly take them out was going to help a lot more people in the long run.

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IxxP Aesthetic

One for the misfits.

INFP: Industrial ruins offering glimpses into a post-apocalyptic world where slowly, but inevitably, wild grasses will softly bury everything until the sun will engulf the earth and the universe will implode. Getting lost in the streets of an unfamiliar town, door creaking as you enter the messiest antiquarian bookshop imaginable and are greeted with a kind smile. Wooden merry-go-rounds with hand-carved horses, hand-cranked organ playing circus tunes. Ten-page letters never sent, messages in a bottle found a hundred years later. An abandoned train station in the middle of nowhere where maybe the ghost of the porter is forever waiting for passengers he knows will not arrive. Being careful to avoid an audible click between tracks so to not ruin that well-nigh perfect transition between songs as you record a mixtape onto cassette. Modern-day hand bookbinders and watchmakers. That one good line from that awful poem you wrote in seventh grade. Everything cringeworthy about your favorite band’s first demo tape.

INTP: Home plastered with whiteboards, fridge-freezer door painted with chalkboard paint for good measure so you can deal with your brainstorms whenever you have them. Chindōgu, the Japanese art of coming up with creative solutions to minor everyday annoyances that are ultimately useless because people would be too embarrassed to use them, such as the famous noodle splash guard. Fringe sports. Like curling. Disc golf. Or robot soccer. The USS Enterprise-shaped pizza cutter. Setting Wikipedia’s Randompage as your homepage, never getting started on anything because you keep clicking the hyperlinks in the articles. Avoiding TV Tropes for the very reason. Getting unexpectedly invested in the debate when it comes to footnotes vs. endnotes. Wanting to learn Elvish but getting stuck when you can’t decide between Quenya and Sindarin. Also maybe wanting to learn stenography. Or steganography. Or how to play the contrabass balalaika.

ISTP: Blue jeans, white shirt, vintage leather jacket. Wishing the multiplayer trend in gaming would go away because you like the sense of personal responsibility found in a classic adventure but getting really competitive at Mario Kart. Cherry pit spitting. Building your own bed frame out of recycled pallets. Wearing your battle scars with pride. That one delinquent character in a highschool anime setting with the key to the forbidden rooftop. Just… sitting on rooftops. When the silence between two people isn’t awkward at all but feels natural for once. Knees grazed from skateboarding, callused fingers from playing guitar. Collecting vintage horror pulp zines. Or baseball cards. Or pocket knives. Tinkering things apart and putting them back together again to see how they work. Patching up your worn-out combat boots with shoe goo to grant them another chance at life. The rewarding view from the summit after a particularly challenging hike.

Those utterly perfect movie scenes. Like when Luke Skywalker gazes into Tatooine’s evening sky, Binary Sunsets is playing, and nothing fucking happens but you feel that this, this is the very moment he realizes he might just be stuck on that dead-ass planet for the rest of his life and he’s mourning the life he’ll never have, or maybe he’s actually deciding he’s indeed made for greater things, who knows, but the sheer significance is there for everyone to forever burn onto their retinas. You know the scenes. Not being intimidated by an empty canvas but excited about the unlimited possibilities contained within. Decorating your dorm room with washi tape. Meticulously consistent editing of pictures so to not disrupt the flow of your Instagram feed. The plethora of colours light shines onto a soap bubble. Bath bombs. Sidewalk chalk. Not necessarily studying but always stocking up on cute stationery. Having strong opinions on the fonts used in movie end credits (Wes Anderson has a thing for Futura, by the way). The brand of escapism embodied in a Lana Del Rey video.

Yoongi x Reader / Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warning: inappropriate language

Note: Happy thanksgiving (midterms) guys!

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When Jimin saw her the next morning, she was still asleep.

Jimin knew it was just his imagination, but in that instant, when he slide open the cold and sanitized patient door, when he saw her lying still in a hospital gown with bandages and vital drops- it was like seeing her that day. That day when he waited 6 hours beside her bed before being pulled away by his parents. That day when she lost her voice, and her family.

He stroked her cheek gently, reassuring himself that she was okay, that she would wake up just fine.

The door slide open again. Jimin pulled his hand away from her face, his gaze however, still lingering on her face as the footsteps neared.

Jimin knew it was Yoongi.

Jimin had spent the whole night sitting on the floor in the middle of his apartment, allowing the distant but vivid memories of her flood him.

Jimin never said it, but he loved her.

But he didn’t love her.

“Hyung,” Jimin’s voice had a heavy nasal tone and was raw from exhaustion. “Do you want to know?”

Jimin didn’t need to see to know that Yoongi looked worse than him, but seeing him still gave an impact. Yoongi looked like he hadn’t slept in days. The exhaustion on his face was nothing compared to the regret and self-loath he had in his eyes.

Yoongi loved her more than him.

“Why don’t we get some coffee?”

The story wasn’t a long one, but it felt like one.

It started with their families meeting for the first time at a mutual friend’s potluck. Their moms’ hit it off like they were sister’s from another mother. The conversation went from what dish they made for the potluck, to the school their kid attended, to their plans for the next weekend. Even their dad’s had a great conversation that lasted until the end of the night.

Naturally, she and Jimin became close friends. From elementary all the way to high school, they were always together. They even ended up in the same university. Back then, she was a loud and cheerful girl, always smiling as if nothing in the world could bother her. She was a bit spoiled though. She had her temper too, which Jimin found the hard way when he broke one of her favourite pens in junior high.

He wished he could say nothing has changed.

Jimin used to love being around her. She was fun and sweet; she would always have something to say no matter how insignificant. She supported his dream when no one else did, including his parents.

Then it changed. That day changed everything.

“Her family took a road trip. Another car crashed into theirs, driving them off a small mountain road. That car… It was fine. But, it fled the scene without calling for help. She was trapped in the car for 5 hours before someone noticed and finally called for help.

They said that… They said her dad died on spot. Her mom died…died 30minutes before the ambulance arrived.

She… She was conscious the entire time.”

What Jimin couldn’t say was: she watched her mom and dad die one after the other.

The thought rang inside Yoongi’s head like a good tune he couldn’t get rid of. But this, this wasn’t a good tune that gave him pleasure and satisfaction. No. This tune had fingernails as sharp as daggers, digging into his heart but not ripping it out. It kept the pressure on the wound, allowing his heart to keep pounding in agony.

He couldn’t even imagine it.

What Jimin didn’t tell Yoongi, was his side of the story. His side was much simpler.

He started liking her in the last year of high school. He couldn’t really put a finger on the strange feelings he had towards her until university though. He knew he loved seeing her smile, her laugh, and most of all, he loved hearing her sometimes too-loud voice. He liked it all, but he never thought too much about it. In fact, he never thought about it until one of their friends asked if he knew she liked him.

That made things awkward between them for a couple of weeks. Jimin never really thought about her that way before- he never thought about anyone in that way before. But the weeks of slightly awkward interactions and sometimes avoidance made him realize that he liked her presence, and he missed her presence. He didn’t really understand why he would get mad at her for being too close with the other guys in their group until then.

He finally realized what his feelings were the week before that trip.

He was gathering up the courage to confess to her that entire week, even though he knew that she had feelings for him (and for a very long period of time too), he was still nervous. He had it all planned out when his parents told him the news and took him to the hospital to see her.

After that, it was all different.

She still smiled, but it wasn’t the same. He loved her smile that made him forget all the worries in the world, but her smile turned to something that made him want to try away and weep.

She was still sweet, but at the bottom of her eyes there was always that sadness that neither she or he could ever get rid of.

She… never said another word.

Jimin loved her. But he loved the old her.

Seeing the new her pained her. Every time he saw her, he would remember the old her. It wasn’t her fault, he knew that, but seeing her like this… The pain overpowered the love to where he couldn’t love her anymore.

He just couldn’t.

“That’s when she lost her voice.” Jimin said softly, gaze focused on the latte cup that still had steam vaporizing into the chilly air. “Then she became the way she is. You…”

You know her more than I do.

Jimin couldn’t say finish his sentence.

When Yoongi got back to her, she was already awake. Her eyelids still a bit droopy, but she was straining to look around without getting up from the bed. She was looking for a nurse. When she heard the door slide open, she looked in that direct. A look of genuine shock crossed her face when she realized it was Yoongi. She didn’t expect him to be here, especially after seeing the clock on the wall which said 1pm.

“Hey,” Yoongi’s voice was lower than usual, a gentle and comforting smile on his face, “how are you feeling?”

What she couldn’t see, was his hand clutched so hard behind his back that his knuckles shone white.

She smiled weakly, giving him a small nod. But her smile quickly turned into a frown when the nod made the pillow rub against her wounds in the wrong way and pain shot through her head. Yoongi quickly placed a hand on her forehand, coaxing, “Don’t move too much, you have a few wounds on the left side on your head that’s still healing. I’ll grab a nurse to check up on you.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the concussion or just her, but in that moment, she didn’t want him to leave. She reached out and grabbed at his sleeve weakly, like a small animal looking for comfort. Yoongi noticed almost immediately, enclosing his hand over hers without so much of a second thought. He couldn’t help but lean down, putting his face closer to hers, at first, it was to look at her more closely. But after inching forward, he couldn’t stop himself from moving even closer, all the way until his face was inches from hers.

His breath tickled her when he asked, “what’s wrong.”

The way his voice sounded made her mind go blank. It was so soft and tender.

And his eyes…

A soft knock on the door followed by the sound of it opening signaled a nurse’s arrival. It interrupted the moment too fast for Yoongi to notice how her gaze changed when he came close. But for her, everything played in slow motion.

She wanted him to stay.

They released her from the hospital that night, but strictly forbid work for the next couple of days, at least until next Monday, both for her sake, and his.

It wasn’t a surprise when Yoongi took her to his car to drive her, but she was slightly surprised when they took a pit stop at his building.

“I need to pick up a few things.” Yoongi’s explanation was short and concise. He left the engine on and came back with in less than five minutes, plastic bag in either hand, panting a bit from the run he made.

She watched him place the things in the back seat, and immediately smelt mouth-watering scent of food, possibly her favourite, but she wasn’t sure.

Yoongi was explaining to her before she even questioned. “I bought a few dishes from the place down the street for dinner, I figured it was the best thing since I can’t cook, and I assume that you’re hungry. There’s some random stuff in there too.”

She was pretty hungry now that he mentioned it, and she reached out to write ‘thanks’ on his arm.

It tickled like a kitten’s paw.

On the way back, Yoongi mentioned the aftermath of the incident. The young girl was a frequent offense, she’s broken and stole from several celebrity homes under people’s request to steal personal items over the years. It just happened that Yoongi was the target this time.

She stayed silent while Yoongi’s voice recited the story, she would be lying if she said that she was fine, and she didn’t want to lie to him.

To her relief, Yoongi didn’t ask her. He completed the story and simply left the topic, as if he knew she didn’t want to talk about it yet.

When he started pulling out all the stuff he ordered, she gave a noticeable response- she dropped one of the chopsticks she was holding on to the table. Yoongi paused, tilting his head to look at the awe on her face.

It really didn’t look like much when he put it in the back seat, but there on the table was three different types of soups, two dishes, rice, an abundance of side dishes, and it was only one bag.

“I didn’t know what you felt like, so I ordered a couple of things you liked.” Yoongi looked a bit guilty, but she wasn’t sure if that was because he ordered too much, or because he didn’t know what she wanted.

Then he proceeded to open the other plastic bag, and it was filled with vitamin pills, painkillers, other medicines, snacks, fruits plates…

She couldn’t stay quiet anymore, grabbing the notebook from the table, she wrote: ‘Isn’t this a bit too much?’

He took a glance at the paper, “It’s fine, I have to go to work tomorrow so I might not able to bring you lunch, it’s just in case you get hungry tomorrow and don’t want to go out.”

He was right, it was Friday tomorrow, and unlike her, he didn’t have a viable reason to ditch work. Then she caught the important part of the sentence, does he mean he’s going to come over for breakfast and dinner?

Yoongi placed the stuff where he felt was appropriate, and walked over to sit at her small dinner table. Seeing that she didn’t open anything yet, he began to do it for her, listing out what he bought as he opened the plastic containers.

Her eyes grew watery.

She looked down at the nearest soup and took it, using the actions to quickly blink away her tears.

She couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if he was always here.

They finished the meal too quickly, Yoongi packed up the remaining food and put it in her fridge, and took the garbage as he walked to the door.

A part of him wanted to stay, but it was late, almost 10pm. He could tell from her sluggish footsteps, that she would fall asleep as soon as he left.

He reached out to pat her on the head, “Goodnight.”

With her half asleep state, she didn’t really think about her actions. She reached out for his arm as he turned away, holding it in her hand, she wrote: ‘Are you coming tomorrow?’

Yoongi nodded, a smile dancing on his lips.

Her expression brightened too quickly hearing his response, but she couldn’t control it.

‘Go home safe.’

Yoongi’s hand glazed her cheek, “I will.”

When she closed the door, Yoongi couldn’t keep his expression at ease anymore.

What Jimin had told him didn’t change his feelings towards her, it made them clearer. But… Knowing what he knew, he wasn’t sure how to act towards her anymore. It shouldn’t be this difficult, but it was. Over dinner, he wanted to mention the conversation he had with Jimin multiple times, but every time she met his eyes, he lost the courage. It was too early wasn’t it?

He always knew what to say and what shouldn’t be said, but it was never simple when it came to her. Not because of her, but because of who she is to him. He wanted to tell her he knew; he wanted to be honest with her, and he would have, if she didn’t grab at him in the hospital. Even at the door just now, he knew things were changing.

What if it ended up pushing her away?

He doesn’t know her past, or how she got through it, or even what it meant to her. He couldn’t possibly know the her before the accident, or how much it truly changed her.

Yoongi sighed, moving his heavy steps down the staircase.

Maybe it would be wise to wait a bit longer.

When Sunday rolled around, her injuries on her head was pretty much healed, but the scar and bruising on the side of her face was still more than visible. In face, it looked worse than before. It was a natural process since it was healing, but it was more than aesthetically unpleasing. She had been considering her options to hid the injuries before Yoongi came over, and when he came over with an oversized cap of his, it solved the problem.

He adjusted the cap and pulled her hair more to the front, just covering the side of her cheek. He nodded, pleased with himself that his idea worked so well, he stepped away so she could see for herself in the bathroom.

“What do you think?” Yoongi asked, leaning against the wall.

She nodded, but then frowned. ‘I don’t think hats are allowed in the office.’

Yoongi tilted his head, “Show your manager the injury first, if he doesn’t agree, we can think of something else.”

She nodded, taking off the hat in a way that didn’t hurt ear.

Yoongi watched her in silence.

It wasn’t unusual, but something felt off.

She set the hat on the counter, giving Yoongi a questioning look. He was anxious about something.

Before she could reach for his hand, he turned and walked out the bathroom. “Do you need to stock up anything? I can take you.”

She followed him out, confused but decided against asking. ‘Sure.’

They came back an hour later, Yoongi seemed more than absentminded the entire trip, but she didn’t point it out. He stood next to her, handing her things while she organized them into her cabinets.

“Y/N.” He said, handing her the last item from the bag.

She looked at him.

“Me and Jimin… we had a conversation.”

“I know.”

Mr Hood!

Words: 2.2K

Warning: Swearing and Smut with a teacher

Summary: Mr Hood is your schools new Sports teacher, you really have been trying to get into the football squad for a few years but you were never good enough, now that Mr hood is here you might finally get a chance. You always thought it was because of your weight but Mr Hood makes you feel beautiful. 

Its teacher appreciation week so I’m appreciating all your fantasies of Calum as a teacher! (I’m from the UK so here we say football but its soccer over in the USA)


Being picked for the girl’s football team was actually rarer then you thought. I guess mens football is more appreciated then female football, but it shouldn’t be that way and our school had both male and female teams. Every year for the past 3 years you had tried out for the team, but every time there was always one person just a bit better. But this year you knew you were ready. You had been practising as hard as you could and you knew you were now one of the best. 

One of the main reasons though was because of our coach, Mr Hood. He was one of our sports teachers and he happened to coach the football team. Mr Hood was the definition of handsome, he was tall, dark and had a sexy Australian accent. It also helped that he was incredible at football, the way he would glide the ball down the field and his legs muscles would tense. he was also the only person who’s ever taken any notice of me and my skills, he was good like that and I may have a massive crush on him. At this very moment though I was watching the boys football team play against each other, I was taking notes. 

“Having fun?” a raspy voice said behind me, I turned my head around and Mr Hood was stood there looking like a god with sweat dripping down his forehead. He was wearing sports short and a white top with red stripes down the side.

“Just taking notes” I mumbled

“Why?” he asked, taking a seat down next to me on the bleachers. 

“So that I know the best moves when tackling, then maybe this year I’ll make the team” I muttered, He sighed and rubbed the towel over his head collecting the sweat. 

“I’m sure you’ll make it”

“I haven’t for 3 years, I would have given up if it wasn’t for you though. You’re amazing at football and inspired me to tryout one more time. If I don’t get in this year I know its not the way my life will be heading and pick something boring like being a lawyer” I laughed

“I inspire you?” he questioned

“Yeah, you’re pretty cool Mr Hood. I mean I hated our old sports teacher he was mean and just because I’m not as skinny as the other girls he would leave me till last and then just say no. He was a dick”

“Sounds like one, you may not be as skinny but I think all body shapes are beautiful and can do anything if you put your heart into it” I blushed slightly and closed my note pad. The team were packing up and heading into the locker room, I stood up smiling at Mr Hood as he grabbed his football. 

“Join me” he said standing up and walking down the stairs onto the field. I skipped down the stairs and placing my notepad on the front bench running over to where Mr Hood was standing. 

“Right lets practise tackling” He said winking at me and dropping the ball to the floor running towards me. I laughed chasing after him. I tackled him twice and the third time I went to tackle him he picked me up instead and swung me around. 

“Put me down, oh my god” I shrieked. He did as I said and grabbed the ball passing it over to me. 

“Why are you doing this?” I asked rolling the ball in-between my hands. 

“I think you’re one of the best players and I want you on the team, I was kind off surprised that you weren’t if I’m being honest, so I have authorisation on who’s on the team, the girls can pick but I have to give them the final notice, I’ve already put you on it”

“You mean I’m on the team?” I squealed

“Yeah, you deserve it, I’m also assigning you captain if you can handle it” He smiled

“Thank you so much” I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him, I didn’t care that this was inappropriate I had been wanting to get onto this team for so long and Mr Hood had picked me and as captain. I nuzzled my head into his neck and hugged him close, his arms wrapped around me as he pecked the top of my head. I lifted my head up resting my chin on his chest and smiling at him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough Mr Hood” I said fluttering my eyelashes at him and giving him a massive grin. 

“Call me Calum” he whispered edging his face close to mine. My breath hitched as he crashed his lips on mine. I was stood shocked for a second before I kissed him back, moving my arms to around his neck. I ran my fingers through his hair as he slid his tongue into my mouth. I felt his arms come round to my ass bringing my body closer to his. I moaned into his mouth as he disconnected our lips. 

“Shit” he whined, running his fingers through his hair. He looked around the field making sure nobody was here and interlaced our fingers. 

“Not here” he breathed, he pulled me towards the locker rooms and Calum took a quick look in. He turned round and smirked, pulling me into it, he shut the door and locked it with his key. He leant down placing small kisses over my jawline and kissed over my neck. He found my sweet spot and licked over it, his plump lips sucked down onto it. I bucked my hips into his as he grabbed my hips pushing me into the door. He ducked his head further and sucked harder, I rested my head on his as it felt so good and I couldn’t control it. I ran my fingers though his hair and lifted my leg around his waist.

“Calum” I whimpered, he grinded his crotch into mine and kissed back up my neck. I felt my wetness begin to grow in my panties as I ran my fingers over his broad chest. His hands were soothing over my curves and he stroked down my thigh that was hitch over his waist. I stroked my fingers over his his jaw and moved my thumb over his lips. 

“You’re so beautfiul” he moaned leaning forward and reconnecting our lips, I had only kissed him once prior but I knew I was going to be addicted to his kiss. His hands came under my shirt pulling it up, I let out a short breath and looked down, separating our lips and hiding my stomach from him.

“No, don’t cover up Y/N” he said looking deeply into his big brown eyes. I moved my hands pushing them up against the wall as he lifted my top all the way off. He stroked over my stomach and smiled at me, pulling the straps of my bra down my arms sensually. He slowly kissed over my shoulders and unclipped my bra throwing it to the side. He kissed over my chest and down to my right boob kissing over my nipple, he sucked onto it and I arched my back. His hands came round to my back as he sucked harder onto my nipple and kissed across to my left nipple leaving little wet splotches. He latched his lips onto my left nipple sucking onto it and giving it a small tugg. His face came back up and pecked my lips. He stood back taking off his shirt and placing both his hands either side of my head. 

“You are breathtaking, you know that right?” he smiled, I reached up covering my boobs and I closed my eyes.

“Look at me Y/N” he said leaning his forehead on mine. “I’m going to make you feel beautiful, do you want that?” I nodded smiling at him

“I need words baby girl”

“Yes, I want you” 

“Jump” He said holding onto my hips and pulling my close, I shook my head no and he raised an eyebrow

“Too heavy” I whispered stroking up his golden skin, which was covered in beautiful black tattoo’s.

“Bullshit” He groaned picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I squealed and held onto him as he walked us over to the bench laying me down on it as he hovered over me. He kissed my lips and down my body to my trousers. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down kissing over my thighs and tugged them off the ends of my feet. He stroked up my thighs and his index finger ran over my covered slit. I reached down tugging on Calum’s sports short as he pulled them down.

“Please touch me” I whimpered his eyes shot up to mine as he smiled leaning down and removing my panties. He brushed over my pussy and his finger slid between my folds. He thumb came to my clit and rubbed over it causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through my body. He sat down on the floor bringing my body towards him and his lips came in contact with my clit.

“Fuck Sir” I felt him smirk as his tongue flicked over my sensitive bud and he kissed over my entrance, licking around the hole. He brought his finger to my entrance as it sunk in. He stroked his tongue over my clit as his finger started to ploy into me. I looked down at the beautiful maori man and ran my hands through his hair, his brown eyes were spiralling with lust as he sucked onto my clit and wiggled it between his folds. He added another finger into my hole and I felt both fingers rub against my walls. He swirled his tongue around lapping at my juices and his fingers moved at a faster pace fucking into me, he curled his fingers and I pulled on his hair. I felt my thighs start to clench as he was building the pit in my stomach. I sat up clenching my walls around his fingers as he reached up and kissed my lips sliding his fingers abruptly out of me. I let out a whine as he he just breathily laughed. 

Calum stuck his fingers in his mouth sucking on them and standing up, pulling down his boxers. His dick slapped against his abdomen and a drop of pre-cum was rolling down his length. I leant forward taking it in my hand and licking over the small dribble. He moved my hair to one side and stroked over my cheek. I sucked on his tip but he shook his head pulling me off. 

“I’m going to make you feel good, beautiful” I leant back on the bench as Calum rolled a condom onto his length. He sat on the bench and pulled me onto his lap, he rotated his cock around my entrance slowly edging in. I let out a gasp as I had never had a dick this big and pushed him all the way inside so our hips were connected. Calum’s hand stroked over our my hips and his left went to my as and his right hand rested on my cheek as he kissed me smiling. 

“I’ve never met such a sexy curvy woman” he moaned as his hips started to roll into mine. I blushed pecking his lips and bouncing on his dick. I looked down watching where our bodies were connecting and I kissed his sharp jawline, down to his neck. Both his hands were resting on my ass as I grinded into him. I sucked onto his neck and he let out a raspy moan. I licked over the spot watching the cherry red colour turn a deep purple, I sucked back onto it digging my teeth into his tender skin. 

He stood up pushing me onto the bench and held onto my hips grinding into me. I leant back as he separated my thighs, watching his dick slide into me. He moved his fingers to my clit and simutainously rubbed it whilst thrusting into me. My high was approaching and I felt my pussy clench around him. I came around him squeezing my eyes shut and covering my face, which were soon torn away from my face as Calum came inside the condom. He slid out of me and I scooted up watching him take off the condom and tie it up, putting it in the metal locker bin. He sat at the end of the bench and pulled me close to him so my legs were dangling over his, our crotches were touching and he pecked my nose. “Y/N your curves are so beautiful never let anyone bring you down, don’t cover yourself from anyone be proud to have these beautiful curves.”

“Thank you for everything Calum” I whispered stroking over his face. He just smiled contently, kissing me passionately and stroking over my thick thighs which now didn’t seem like such a bad thing. 

Waiting for Daylight

   It is dark. Penelope Garcia isn’t a fan of the darkness. She had spent an extra two hours in her office to finish some last minute paperwork and research on a new case for Monday. Usually when the case isn’t an emergency, Prentiss lets her take her time to research. Just as she was about to turn off the computers and call it a night, the power had turned off on her. She wouldn’t be as scared if there were some lights on but the world wants to play a joke on her and have everything from her office to the whole BAU building pit black. 

  “This would happen to me,” she muttered to herself while opening the door to head out. “Oh my gosh.” Taking her phone, she swiftly turned the flashlight on and made her way down the small steps. It’s Friday night, no agent would be in the building right now. “What the - ” Penelope tried to push open the glass door to leave but it wouldn’t even budge. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Here she is, standing in the middle of the dark BAU office, alone and hungry. She stepped back and tried to shine the phone flashlight toward the hinges of the door. Maybe someone had locked it thinking that no one was still working. Which is understandable because unless its an emergency, no one usually works on a Friday night - especially considering it’s almost past midnight now.

  “The power outage caused the system to turn off everything including the door,” the sudden voice made Penelope scream and jump in fear. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” With the voice being closer to her, she start to realize who it belongs to. “You okay?”

  “What are you doing here, newbie?” Penelope said after exhaling a deep breath. She turned her phone flashlight over to show his face. She didn’t want to admit it but even in the dark, he still somehow looks as much as a hunk in the daylight. Not that she had thought of such a thought since he came to the team. “I thought everybody left.”

  Luke Alvez chuckled as he block some of the light from her phone with his left hand. “Stayed behind because I had to finish some last minute paperwork. Prentiss wanted me to turn it in bright early in the morning on Monday.” He looked around the empty, dark office. “Got surprised when the power went out. Does this happen often?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. "I wouldn’t know, I don’t really stay overnight like this.” Penelope shivered in the coldness. “Well?”

  Luke arched an eyebrow. “Well what?" 

  "What are we supposed to do? The door is locked and it’s our only way out. Don’t we have to call somebody?” Penelope started looking through her phone for somebody to call. There has to be someone that’s at least awake at this time. 

  “Considering that we just finished a tough case, I doubt anybody’s awake.” Luke made his way over to the small open break room. “We can just wait it out.”

  Penelope stood frozen for a few seconds, trying to make sure she had heard him right. “What do you mean by wait it out? It’s midnight, no one comes by here for the weekend.”

  Using his own phone light, he made two cups of instant coffee before setting it down onto the round table. “We can either wait for the power to turn back on or call somebody who works in maintenance in the morning.” Luke watched as Penelope slowly made her way over to the table, sitting across from him. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. “Until then, it’ll just be us in this dark office.”

  She rolled her eyes at the mere thought of being alone with him for more than two hours. Usually, in the spam of time when she talks to him during cases would be five minutes. If the team were to be together during a break, that’s when the usual two hour mark hits. But that’s with other people in the room, this is just him and her. “That’s just great.” she sarcastically muttered to herself before leaning over to grab the cup of coffee. That’s when Luke grabbed the cup before she could. “Hey!”

  Luke shrugged his shoulders. “I only share coffee with people who like me.”

  “Ha,” Penelope leaned against the chair as she start to play with the hanging thread on the end of her jacket sleeve. “You must not drink coffee with a lot people then.”

  He softly laughed at her remark. “Reid, Prentiss, JJ, Rossi, Lewis and even Walker.” Luke knit his eyebrows together as he softly tap the cup as if he is really thinking hard about something. “They seem to like me enough to sit down and have coffee with me.”

  “It’s not that I don’t like you,” Penelope tried to explain herself. She’s never like this. Everybody in the BAU knows that she is the ultimate nice person, she can most definitely be sassy but that only comes on occasion. For the past few weeks, she has been wondering herself why she is so different around Luke Alvez. He’s a nice guy and works along with the other members very well. But why is it every time he is near her, she can’t help but just be bitter and mean to him. “I just take a long time to get along with new people in the team.”

  Luke took a sip of his own coffee. “You seem to be cozy with Agent Walker within days of him joining the team.”

  Okay, that was a lame excuse. Penelope eyed the other cup of coffee in his hand, she’s starving and just a single sip of that coffee would do wonders for her. “Maybe I - ”

  “Do you know what I think it is?”

  Not really, she thought to herself. “Sure.”

  Luke slid the cup of coffee towards her. “I came after when Agent Derek Morgan left. I’ve heard stories on how you and Agent Morgan are really close to each other. The fact that he isn’t a part of the team anymore must’ve been really upsetting to you. Especially when I came into the team as a replacement.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Being new and getting use to the new work environment, I’ve heard whispers about me. Most agents think it’s ‘another tough guy replacing the original breaking down the door guy’.”

  Penelope frowned. She hadn’t thought of that. It’s not that she wasn’t upset when Derek decided to leave the job behind to focus on his family more. Devestated was more like the right word. But what could she do? Tell her best friend to stay and not protect and love his wife and newborn baby? There are certain things Penelope Garcia is selfish towards but it’s definitely not to the point of telling somebody to change a decision that she knows is best for them. From the small light on her phone, she could visibly see Luke Alvez a little upset when he finished speaking. “I don’t think that,” she start to say. “Yes, I didn’t really like your presence when you showed up. It’s only because maybe I wasn’t mentally ready for a new member.”

  “Maybe?” Luke questioned.

  Penelope stared at the half full cup of coffee. “Or I just don’t want to become close with another person in our team. I don’t know if you know our history but people come and go in our team. Sometimes I feel when I open my heart too fast and easily, ready to become close with these people - they’re gone again. And I have to force myself to process their loss on my own. I was doing quite good, you know.” She blinked her eyes several times. Damn it, she can’t become emotional right now. “I think it’s Morgan that made me decide to shut it off. To not become too close with people anymore because I have to prepare myself if they leave. Look at you and Agent Walker,” she glanced up to see Luke looking at her intensely. Despite the darkness and the phone light between them, she could see his eyes so brightly. “You’re both brought in here to temporarily help us catch a serial killer. What happens once we do catch the killer? Are you 100% sure that you won’t leave?”

  The question left Luke speechless because he didn’t know how to exactly answer it. He hadn’t thought of it just yet. All he has been worried about is going on from each case given slowly. “I’m not sure." 

  "See?” Penelope said. “There’s no definite answer that you would stay so it’s better off if I just close myself off to some people. Save myself from getting hurt again.”

  “But so what if I leave?” Luke asked. “Let’s say that I do leave after we catch the killer. Maybe I’ll be back in the Task Force, who really knows. I don’t know about the others but I like to keep in contact with people I get along with.” He shrugged his shoulders as he finished off his coffee. “If you and I do become friends, I would love to still be able to talk to you even if I’m not in the team anymore.”

  Penelope didn’t know what to say. “Me? I’m nothing but mean to you. We’re not even friends now.” 

  "I never said you were mean to me,” Luke corrected her. “I’ve just been waiting for you finally become comfortable enough to talk to me for more than ten minutes.” He checked his phone and smiled. “And look at that, it’s close to one in the morning now.” Luke laughed at her surprised expression. “You successfully sat down and talk with me for an hour. Congratulations, Miss Penelope Garcia.”

  She cleared her throat as if it was nothing. “Time goes by fast in the dark, I guess.” Penelope narrowed her eyes at him. “And for your information, whatever those agents are saying about 'another tough guy replacing original breaking down the door guy’, they’re wrong.”

  Luke smiled. “Really?”

  “Totally. As if you could ever break down a door.” Penelope said.

  He couldn’t help but burst out in a huge fit of laughter. And there it was, another sassy remark by Penelope Garcia. “Thanks. It’s nice to know that someone doesn’t look at me as if I’m just a replacement.”

  “If there is something I definitely know, there is no such thing as replacement in the BAU.” Penelope shivered when cold air breezed by. “Each person in our team has their own unique color. It’s what makes our team so different from others. Reid brings out the color of pureness, that wonder boy needs all the protection he can get. As smart and witty as he is, it makes you want to hug him and never let go for his own safety. JJ brings out the color of motherly love for us. Maybe it’s because she’s a mother herself but when she’s out on the field, she makes sure everything is in order. Rossi brings out a ton of colors of but his color mostly is friendship. He cares about friends more than anything. Every single friendship has a story and he has told the story to us more than ten times. Prentiss brings out the fierceness, she uses every ounce of her body into each case. That fierce side of her protects us in her own way. Lewis brings out calmness and we need that as much as we can with the cases we work on. Walker brings out that sweet baritone voice of his and everyday that voice can save a soul.”

  Luke chuckled at her last sentence. “What about me? What kind of color do I bring out to the team?”

  “You bring out - ” Penelope paused as she thought about him. Although she doesn’t quite understand him like the others yet but there can only be one thing she is sure of. “Persistence.” Penelope nodded her head as she smiled. “You never give up on cases even when others do. You keep on persisting through and through no matter what happens and that is something that our team needs.”

  “Never heard such kind words from you,” Luke smiled as he cleared his throat. “Thanks.”

  “Yeah, well - don’t be looking forward to anything nice for a few weeks.”

  “Noted.” Luke laughed. “Penelope.” She looked up from her hands and stared at him, waiting for him to continue. “I hope that we can at least continue our little fun banter and maybe a friendship can grow out of it. You’re right, I’m not sure if I will stay once we catch who we need to but we can at least make the most out of it right?" 

  Penelope nodded her head. "You’re right." 

  Luke started to yawn. "Beings friends with you would be nice. I bet I would laugh a lot around you.” He leaned his head against the table and slowly start closing his eyes. “You make people feel better about themselves and sometimes I feel like I could use some of that Garcia love that everybody talks so much about.”

  His words caught her really off guard as she watched him quietly fall asleep. “Luke….” she whispered softly. All she could hear was his soft breathing. Penelope exhaled deeply as she looked around. Feeling her eyes becoming heavy, she start to fall asleep herself too.

  “Garcia,” tapping her shoulders very lightly, Prentiss smiled as soon as her eyes opened. “You’re up.”

  Penelope rubbed her eyes as she yawned. “What are you doing here?”

  “I heard the powers went out when the outage people called me. I came by to check if everything was okay and wanted to grab a few files to bring home.” Prentiss looked around. “Surprised to see you here asleep." 

  "Yeah, Alvez and I was locked in because the door wouldn’t budge open.” Penelope looked around the room. “Where is he?”

  Prentiss nodded her head over to the locker room. “He went to change his clothes and wash up.” She stared at the BAU jacket that had Alvez’s name on the back. “Was it cold in here last night?”

  “What?” Penelope lightly turn her head to see Luke’s jacket around her shoulders. “I guess so.” She stood up from the chair and sighed. “I better get going.” As soon as she start collecting her things, she smiled. “Here. You might as well should take it since I’m done. We can start the case on Monday.”

  Prentiss laughed as she took the file. “Thanks, P.”

  Heading out toward the door, Penelope halted her steps and turned around. “Oh. You should take Agent Alvez’s paperwork too since he stayed past hours to finish them for you. See you on Monday, Emily.”

  “Paperwork?” Emily repeated to herself in confusion as she watched Penelope enter the elevator. 

  “Did she just leave?” Luke walked over to the round table. “My back is sore from sleeping while sitting.” Emily laughed as she watched him put on his jacket to also leave. “I better get going. Roxy will freak out if I’m not home. Have to feed her on time for breakfast.”

  “Goodbye,” Emily said. “Oh - ” she narrowed her eyes at him. “Were there any other paperwork you had to give me? I thought you handed everything over to me already last night." 

  "I did.” Luke answered. “There’s no other paperwork.”

  Emily nodded her head. “Garcia just said that you stayed past hours to work on paperwork.”

  Luke shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “She must’ve mistaken. Bye, Prentiss.” As soon as he entered the elevator, he exhaled a deep breath while leaning against the wall. That was definitely close. How was he supposed to explain that he wanted to stay behind to make sure Penelope would be safe? With a serial killer on the loose who is out to get them, it’s the only logical reason behind him staying after hours.

  He stared at his own reflection on the elevator. Feeling uneasy as he runs a hand through his hair, he cleared his throat. Or could the reason be something else? Why else would he stay behind for two hours, doing nothing at his desk as he waited for Penelope to be done with her work? His eyes widened at the memory of him feeling secretly happy about being stuck in the office with her when the power went out. The elevator doors opened and he quickly rushed out. 

a/n: this is my first fanfic on anything criminal minds related. I do not own any of the characters. just purely a fan of this pairing since their first scene together and the show altogether. I hope you like it!

Hello, baby. Part 2

Im sorry, but I changed my writing style to first person.
I use ‘ ’ for what Katrina is thinking & I put it in Italic.

I start to open my eyes and I think that maybe last night was a dream.

I stretch on the bed feeling the silk sheets, ‘Definitely not a dream.’ I have never had anything silk in my life.

I sit up and realize Mr. J is gone, a pit starts building in my stomach as I get up. I don’t know what I can and can’t do, the boundaries with this man are so unclear.

I make my way to the hallway in the bedroom I open first door on the right, it’s a closet. On the left, another closet. ‘I’m sure going through closets crosses a boundary’. I keep walking and see a second door on the right, bingo! It’s a bathroom!

I pull my hair into a high bun and stand facing the mirror with my head down. I can feel the knot in my stomach grow bigger, I close my eyes tight trying to build up the nerve to look at myself in the mirror. ‘One. Two. Three.’

I was expecting a lot worse. All that was left of the painful memory was a small purple bruise on the corner of my eye from the hand of Mr. J. I rinse my face with cold water and search for any kind of toothpaste or mouth wash. Mouth wash it is. I do a quick rinse and take a few deep breaths before walking back out into the bedroom. I open the bedroom door and can hear Mr. J talking to someone.

“She’s still sleeping, go get her things and cancel any leases or loans she has. I don’t care. No. No. You are pushing me to my edge right now. I don’t care how you get this shit done, just do it!” 
I act like I just opened the door. ‘Lord knows that eavesdropping is a boundary I don’t want to cross’.

“Hello?” I whisper almost hoping he doesn’t hear me.

“In her baby.” Mr. J calls out to me from one of the rooms.

“Where are you Mr. J?” My voice reaches out to him. This place is huge. What am I supposed to do, play Marco Polo in here? 
He steps out of a room that is across from the bedroom.

“Are you hungry darling?”

“Mmm yeah I am.” I hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon and now that I think of it, I’m really hungry.

“Jackie! Would you get my doll here some breakfast!” He yells down into the kitchen

“Absolutely sir, what will she be having?”

Mr. J nods over to me as in asking what I want.

“Some coffee and pancakes would be nice.” I look at Mr. J when I speak unsure of how to actually have someone take my order in a house.

“Just some coffee and pancakes for now Jackie.”

“Right away sir, it will be ready in less than 15.”

I am still in awe by the house, seeing it during the day is so much better, brighter. The big windows let the sun reflect off the white marble. It feels warm with the sun shining in.
Mr. J seems warm. I wish so badly that I could easily forgive him and bring him back to bed, but I can’t. I barley know the man and he slapped me. I cant forgive him. Not yet.

“We will be going out tonight doll, I’ll have Jay take you shopping.“

I try and flash a smile at him. “Thank you Mr. J,.”

He gives me a big grin and his silver grill flashes at me. He starts walking back into the room.

Originally posted by imnathbtw

“Mr. J?” I manage to squeak out

“Yes baby?” He says quick turning around.

“Did you happen to get my toothbrush at least?” I ask the question and can feel my cheeks turn a touch of red.

“I have some people working on retrieving your things, it shouldn’t be too much longer.” With that he turns into the room and closes the door, only leaving it a crack open.

“Uh, Mrs? Your breakfast is ready.” She was unsure of what to call me. I walk down the stair and was greeted with a smile.

“I’m Kat, nice to meet you Jackie, and thank you so much!” Her face brightened, Mr. J must not say thank you very often.

“Very nice to meet you Kat.” She started to walk away.

“Uhm, Jackie? Would you… Want to sit with me for a few minutes?”

She seemed unsure. “I’ll have to check with sir..”

“It’s fine Jackie.” He yells out from the room. 

She smiles and sits. I ask her about her life, where she was born, her family, how she got here. I really just wanted to forget about last night.

“He’s really not a bad guy, if you know what I’m saying. He makes sure we have a good living and can support the people we need to support and that’s all I can really ask for.” She trail off a little bit.

“I really must get back to work, it was very nice talking with you Kat.” She gives me a big smile and is gone.

Mr. J walks down the stairs. I feel myself get tense, but I try to force my body to relax.

“How did you sleep?” His tone is calm

“Very well, thank you Mr. J.” I try and keep it short and simple.

“It was a long night last night… ” he moves behind you.

His hands brushing up and down my sides. His touch sends chills throughout my body. I can feel myself getting wet as the seconds pass. I really don’t want him to know his effect on me. He reaches his hands across my stomach and starts un-buttoning the shirt he let me sleep in. My hands feel glued to the table, like any sudden movements and he will pounce. My eyes are closed tight, wanting to resist his touch and scent.

He has the smell of coffee and cologne this morning and it drives my senses wild.

He presses his lips against my shoulder and back up to my neck. He opens his mouth just enough to let his tongue glide across my neck. A small gasp left my lips without me even realizing it.

“No.” The word softly leaves my lips.

His eyes are sharp. I know that’s not what he wanted to hear. No man ever wants to hear no but this man, I can tell this man really hates being told no. 

“Please, stop. Please don’t be mad.” My voice is trembling.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty….” He almost sound like he’s mocking me

“Please don’t hit me Mr. J.” My throat feels dry and I don’t even think sound came out when I spoke

He must of heard me though because his demeanor changed, less angry but more frustrated. He lifted his hands to run the through his hair and I lifted my hands in defense. Even though my action was reasonable I felt embarrassed. I got up and ran to the only bathroom I knew of and locked the door. I sat against the wall farthest from the door. I wrapped my arms tightly around my knees and tucked my head down and cried.

‘What is going on! Why did I become so infatuated with this man. How does he act so thoughtful yet so incredibly insensitive. Oh, that’s right. He’s psychotic! He’s such an asshole!’

“Darling?” His voice is so soft I almost didn’t hear it with all the yelling going on in my own head. I sit behind the door flipping him off not saying a single word.

“Kat. Please. We are supposed to go out tonight. Remember?”

I have both middle fingers raised at the door. I’m not saying a word to him.

“Pumpkin, I really need you to open this door.”

I don’t believe a word he says. 

I didn’t hear anything from him for a while, I fell asleep for what felt like 15 minutes but I don’t know how long I was actually out for. I got up and decided to shower. No shampoo or conditioner in the shower. ‘He has to shower, right!’ I decide to look through the bathroom and see if I can find even a hotel bottle of soap. I go under the set of cabinets on the left. Toilet paper, a few towels, a few boxes of hair color. I turn the the right side hoping for even a bar of soap. More towels, razors and shaving cream, a small brown box and shampoo. ‘Thank you Mr. J!’ I took a second glance at the the small box, there wasn’t a lock on it so it couldn’t be something he was hiding. I sit legs crossed and pull the box out, I take a quick look at the door making sure nothing has moved. I gently take the lid off, my heart drops. 

It’s an old picture, an old picture of Mr. J. He looks like a teenager with his curly black hair that is unkept, his not as pale skin, baggy jeans, a green T-shirt and … A smile. A genuine smile. He looks happy. I feel my eyes start to tear up. ‘What happened to this boy in the picture? What changed? What messed you up Mr. J?
I wipe my eyes and realize I’ve been staring at the picture far too long. I put the box back exactly how I found it and get in the shower. Not long after my shower, which was much needed, there is a faint knock on the door.

“Kat, it’s me Jackie, are you ok?”

“I’m ok. Is he here?” I’m whispering as if it’s a secret.

“No he isn’t. Would you come out sweetie?” Her voice was concerning.

I open up the door slowly and it really is just her, so I open the door all the way and walk out to the living room where a couple of guards were sitting.

“Where is he?”

“Probably in some strippers ass by now.” One of the guards say just loud enough for me to hear. ‘Ouch.’

“What time is it?!” I realized it’s dark outside.

“A little after 9pm dear.”

“Shit! I must of fallen asleep a lot longer than I thought! I didn’t mean to stay in there that long!” I look at Jackie “What should I do? Should I leave? He is going to kill me, isn’t he?”

She barely lets me finish the question, “No, don’t leave. He won’t kill you but he will be worse if you leave. Either get ready or wait here. I can make you some dinner if you would like?”

“I’ll wait here for him.”

“Yeah let him finish tearing the strippers pussy to shreds.” The guard doesn’t even try to keep his voice at a whisper. ‘Ouch again.’ Jackie shoots him a stern look and escorts me to the kitchen.

“What would you like dear?”

“What do you mean by worse? You said it would make him worse if I left? I’ve barely known the man for 2 days and 1 day was spent in a bathroom!”

“Uh, sweetie I can’t answer that. I’m not allowed to talk about what he is like at home. Ever. Everyone has their good days and bad days though, right?” She saw the concerned look on my face and sighed, “It will be ok Kat, I promise. Ill make you a sandwich, ok?”

I just nod. “Ill be right back.” I run back up the stairs and find my purse, I quickly throw on some makeup. I don’t want Mr. J to think i’ve been a bum all day. I return downstairs.

“How late does he usually stay out Jackie?” 

“Depends dear, business or pleasure. Sometimes he doesn’t come home till early in the morning, sometimes he leaves at 7pm and is home by 11pm. Don’t worry dear, he will be home soon.” She only pauses for a second. “How did you come about, if you don’t mind me pressing?”

A smile comes to my face thinking of all the times I stood outside staring into those windows, dreaming of him. 
“Well, I never knew much about him other than he is dangerous. I have only heard what the news says and all the gossip, of course its not all positive. People always talk about his looks as well. He sounded too good to be true. I figured he must have a good side, or at least … something good in him. When I saw him for the first time I could of died there and been fine.”

She pushed the plate towards me “You weren’t a dancer then? You didn’t work at his club?” Her look is puzzled. 

“No, I work, or worked at a dinner down the street. Why?”

“I don’t mean this in any way disrespectful dear, he just usually brings home a dancer for a few days. I shouldn’t be telling you this sweetie, but you are beautiful and so kind. Just, keep your guard up honey.”

My heart sank a little, I mean i figured he wasn’t home alone every night but rotating girls. All the time. I have only been with one guy before and that was years ago. ‘I don’t know if I can be his.’

 “Thanks Jackie. Im going to eat in the room, is that ok?”

“Of course sweetie!”

Hours pass by. No sign of Mr. J. I look at the clock, 2am. I curl up on my side and place my hand on his side of the bed hoping that if i fall asleep I’ll feel him move me.

“Well, well, well” The bedroom doors burst open and he laughs this loud crackling laugh. “The princess finally came out of hiding!”

I could smell the alcohol on him. 

“Mr. J!” I got up and tried to catch his balance. 

“The shirt for bed, i need a bed.” He is realllly drunk.

I sit him down on his bed and yell for Jackie. She hurries up the stairs 
“Yes Kat?”
“Could you get me a glass of water and Advil for his night stand please? If i knew where anything was I would get it, sorry for bothering you this late.”
“No worries Kat, I am always on call working for this man.” She says it with a smile.

I start by taking off his jewelry, a couple of necklaces and quite a few rings.

“Don’t do things like that. Me like that. You and me like cats.” 

Thank God he’s a happy drunk.

I then take his jacket off, i reach for his shirt and pull that off as well. He is beautiful. His skin was always cool to the touch but would warm up easily. The scars on his body, I wanted to know the story behind every one. My finger traced over a few on his chest, I looked up into his drunk eyes. 
“What happened to you?”
I stand him up and he rest on my shoulders, I un button his pants waiting for sexual comment, he was barley awake now.
I leave his boxers on.
I knew he didn’t sleep with his mask on, there would of been red lipstick all over the bed. I lay him on his back and went to the bathroom and got a rag with warm water. I head back over to him, he’s asleep. I press the rag gently on his skin, I wipe his lips, they are stained a lighter red. I wipe the sweat from the rest of his face.
“You are so genuine.” Jackie says in a low voice as she bring the water and Advil in.
I give her a faint smile and put everything on his night stand. I cant help myself. I kiss him softly on his lips and then crawl into bed next to him.

“Good night Mr. J”

I wake up before him. Laying there next to him, he is peaceful, his chest rising and falling with every breath. I scoot in. I place my hand on his chest and trace more scars. “I just want to know you.” I say in a whisper. I keep my eyes focused on his face, memorizing every detail. 

“Its not polite to stare darling.” His voice is so hoarse and deep
“Good morning Mr. J.” I try not to sound like my heart isn’t racing now.
“Good morning doll.” His eyes are still closed.
“Im, Im really sorry about yesterday. I fell asleep in there.”
“Lets not talk about this now baby. Lets go get some breakfast first.”
“Ok Mr. J”
He gets up and uses the bathroom and when he looks in the mirror he seems a little shocked.
He heads downstairs.
I go and rinse my face and braid my hair back.
I hear Mr. J talking to Jackie.
“Did I come home in my boxers last night?” He asks frustrated.
“No dear, you did not. That lovely thing up there undressed you and cleaned your face before she put you to bed. She’s a good girl Sir and she’s got a lot of heart for you.”
I make my presence known, “Good morning Jackie.”
“Good morning dear, what would you like today?”
“Just coffee please.”
Mr. J eyes are on me, studying me. I shoot him a glance and we lock eyes. My whole body feels his stare and I instantly get wet. He bites his lip as our eyes are locked and I have to break the stare.
“Come with me.” His voice is deep 
He walks up the stairs and heads to the bedroom.
“But Mr. J, my coffee?”
“Now.” He doesn’t even bother to turn around.
I run up the stairs behind him.
He slams the door shut causing me to jump.
“I heard what you did for me last night, I have to thank my princess accordingly, right?” He stands behind me with his hands firmly on my hips, pushing me towards the bed. He turns me around and grabs my face close to his. “Do not love me princess. Do not, Do not, Do not.”
His mouth in on mine, I eagerly part my lips letting his tongue explore as i do the same to him. Running my tongue on his silver plated teeth. My hands reach up and wrap around his neck. Our mouths attached like its our last breath of air. 
He pulls me in tightly, i can feel his bulge against the lower part of my stomach. I let out a soft moan.
He sits me on the bed and has his face buried in my neck, his teeth and tongue have me arching my back. His hands are on my knees and he pulls them apart. He rips my shirt off, he must of forgotten that I don’t have any of my stuff yet, no bra or underwear. His eyes are so hungry and I feel as if he could make me cum just by his stare. His hands and mouth are covering my chest, he looks up at me as his kisses get lower, he gets to my bellybutton, my breathing is heavy.
“Mr.-J. Ple-ase.”
“Please what baby?” He kisses the inside of my thighs.
“Tell me what you want baby girl, ill give you the world.”
I try to find my breath to speak, “Taste me Mr. J.”
He kisses down my pussy, I moan louder. He looks up at me and bites his lip.
“Ill devour you.” He slides his tongue in and swirls it up to my clit. He’s taking every drop of me with his tongue. My back is arched and Im screaming his name. Every time i push my hips against him he digs his grip in my thighs tighter and it drives me ever crazier.
“Im-I-Im about to cum!” he shoves 2 fingers in me and my hands find his hair. He lets out a low growl and it send me into my orgasm.
He comes back up to me and kisses my neck and i pull his face close bringing his lips to mine.
“How do you taste Princess?”
“I taste good Mr. J.” I bite his lip as he pulls away.
He pulls me up and im standing next to him, his dick is hard and i cant help but reach for it. I moan as i feel how big he is. He comes after my neck again.
I slip away from him and get to my knees.
I stroke the length of his dick.
I look him in the eyes as I slide his dick into my mouth, he throws his head back and lets out a rough moan.

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I keep sliding his dick in and out of my mouth as i swirl my tongue on his tip.
He grabs the back of my head and has me deep throat him. My gagging causes me to give more growls.
He lets me off for air.
“I want to taste you daddy.”
He looks at me and I can hear the growl from his throat, I get his eye contact and slide his dick in my mouth again, he cums instantly.
He reaches down again and uses his thumb to part my lips to see. 
I swallow.

We got back into bed, he squeezed me close to him. I started running my fingers across his scars again. I felt his eyes on me but didn’t look back at him.
“Whats on your mind darling?”
“A few things.” My hands are still busy going over every mark on his torso.
“Care to share them with me?”
“What are these scars from?” I look up at him and his look was puzzled.
There was a long pause.
“Thats for another day doll. What else is on your mind?”
I turn my eyes to his torso again, “Coffee.”
A small laugh leaves his lips, “Anything for you darling,”

He gets up and makes a fresh pot of coffee and brings it upstairs. I sit up and place the purple silk sheets around me.
His gaze sets on the bruises on my neck from moments ago.
He pours me a cup of coffee and kisses the mark gently before giving me the cup.

I sit in bed with the silk sheet around me as I watch Mr. J get ready.
He notices my eyes following him, “Is this what you plan to do all day?”
I snap out of it. “Uhm, I wouldn’t mind it.” I give him a slight smile.
He comes back over and gives me a quick kiss and he finishes up.

“Mr. J?” i call for him before he leaves the room.
“Yes doll?” He walks to where you are sitting on the bed.
“I need some clothes.” I shrug my shoulders as im still wrapped in sheets.
“Damn it! Hang on one moment baby.” He storms out leaving the door open.
Jay walks by and does a double take.
“Hey.” Trying to make this less awkward.
He just keeps walking.
The guard from last night walks by and notices.
“How did those sloppy seconds taste?” He lets out a laugh
“Fuck you!” I get up, sheet still wrapped around me.
“Who the hell do you think you are with these rude disgusting comments!”
His eyes are wide and the few people around are staring.
Before I can say another word Mr. J is by my side with his arm around my waist.
“Whats the matter here princess? Are you ok?”
I roll my eyes at the guard, “Yes, i’m fine. This guy is just an asshole.”
“My, my, my.” He turns his attention to the guard. “We were having such a fantastic morning too. Ill give you one chance to tell me what you did to upset my princess. Ready. Go.”
The guard stammers and stutters
“He told me you were with a stripper last night and asked me how my sloppy seconds were this morning.” I don’t have the patience for him anymore.

Mr. J looks at me and pulls me close to him kisses me and looks back at the guard.
“And you guys thought I had a short fuse!” he gives a small laugh.
He pulls his gun, covers my face and shoots him in the head in one swift motion. He doesn’t lift his hand he just whispers to me, “Its ok baby doll. He wont bother you anymore.”
I look up and and kiss him.

“Can we go out tonight?” I ask, I want to be seen with him.
“Absolutly darling.” He kisses my forehead and heads into another room for work.

Mrs. Needles, Thank You (Shalaska) - Josie

AN: Hi!! I originally posted this fic on ao3, but I’ve decided to submit it here, too, as a way to get more feedback n stuff. It’s basically pure smut. It’s the first thing I’ve written in years and it was originally supposed to be a oneshot but I’ve decided to keep updating it whenever I find a new weird/dirty/crazy kink that I think would be fun to write lmao. Anyways, Sharon takes the role of a trophy wife in here and Alaska’s a lawyer, which is (kinda??) important to the fic once I start posting more chapters. I hope y’all like it because I refuse to read it.

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He Keeps Your Relationship A Secret: Part 4

***Sexual content. If you are uncomfortable reading anything on this topic, please do not read.

Part 1 

Part 2

Part 3


The trip to London is nowhere near how Harry imagined it’d be. Despite the fact she was willing to let him stay, she hasn’t spoken a word to him. Every night she would pick up food for the both of them, but the dinners were silent. Not a word was spoken.

The silence from her was driving Harry insane, and as much as it didn’t show, it was driving Y/n insane, also. 

Nights were the worst. When they have both showered and were ready for bed, there was not a second that they had spent together. Y/n would hide in the bedroom, lock the doors and never come out. He’s heard her crying, heard Coldplay playing softly from her laptop, but heard nothing more. And it broke him, bottled him up in pure traumatizing emotion. 

Night was when they were so far apart, they had almost forgotten who they truly were.

They couldn’t continue like this, it was getting worse each second, and they couldn’t handle the grief anymore.

“Please talk to me.” He whispers, tongue tied and body shaken. Y/n stops in her tracks, her fingers fisting at her sides. “Please stop walking away from me.”

Every inch of his body feels cold, and the fullness of his heart has turned hollow. Nothing is warm, comforting, or complete anymore. There’s something missing, whether it be in his heart or in his bed, something isn’t there, and it’s every inch of her that can complete him again.

He lets out a sob, tears immediately flowing down his crimson cheeks. His hands grip the edge of the counter, eyes shut tight from destruction. 

“I know I—I’m horrible, and I deserve all of this b—but I’m too selfish. I’m sorry, okay? Everything, I’m s—sorry. I’m sorry for making you feel so down, and for m—making you feel like you aren’t enough. And none of that—“ 

He pauses, his head twitching side to side. Saying it out loud is so much worse than thinking it. She put herself down so much because of him. Spending countless hours in the night alone, empty, cold, trying to figure out what the hell she had done wrong. Countless hours listening to the rain and getting lost in something else other than her haunting thoughts. 

“None of that is true, Y/n. If you weren’t enough, I—I wouldn’t feel so empty. I wouldn’t be spending my nights listening to your voice mail, or reading your favorite book on the internet. I wouldn’t be walking around like a man who isn’t even living, like a man who isn’t whole. I wouldn’t be here, fighting for you, crying more than I’ve cried in the last eighteen years of my life. You’re more than enough, you’re everything. You’re my love, my future. I know I’ll marry you one day. I know we never talk about it, but I just know you’re the one for me, for me to live my life with. And if you don’t feel that way or you don’t want it to be that way, I can leave right now and you don’t have to feel this way again.”

Y/n releases a breath that she’s been holding, her shoulders slumping forward. Her lips tremble, trying desperately to ignore the lump in her throat. Everything that resented his actions is now lifting into love and forgiveness. She has never doubted the compassion she had for him, or the love that was inevitably taking over her whenever he was near. But now, she really couldn’t doubt it. 

She turns around, but Harry isn’t looking back. He’s crying, twisting his fingers, praying deep down that she comes back to him. 

She storms up to him, and for a split second, Harry squeezes his eyes shut from fear of rejection, but before he can do anything else, she grabs onto the collar of his shirt, turning him over to her so that she can kiss him.

He responds back eagerly, grabbing onto her waist. He nearly cries, whimpering against her lips. 

He misses this, more than anything. He misses her, and nothing has felt more alluring than this. He stands from the bar stool, removing his lips so they can attach to her neck. She sighs contently, moving her neck to the side to allow him more access.

He doesn’t remove his lips when he walks to the bedroom, the back of her knees hitting the edge of the bed, her body landing softly on the mattress. He pushes her up so that her head is placed upon the pillows. He takes this opportunity to slide her leggings off, leaving delicate kisses on every part of her exposed skin. Goosebumps arise, and she hums in satisfaction.

“My baby.” Harry whispers, leaving a gentle kiss on her covered clit before moving up to kiss her lips.

He slid his fingertips under the bottom of her shirt, running his hands gently along her sides. He then moves his lips down to her collar bones, sucking on each one. He grazes his teeth against her skin. Y/n gasps a little, but moans when his tongue soothes over the mark.

Harry slides off her shirt, to discover she wasn’t wearing a bra. Looking at her like this is like discovering a new piece of artwork. He is so captivated by her beauty, almost hypnotizing him completely.

“What are you doing to me?” He whispers.

Y/n smiles lightly, moving her hand so that she can run her fingers over his cheek. He locks his eyes on hers, pushing his cheek against her touch.
“I love you.” She mumbles, running her thumb along his cheek.

He moves his head slightly so that the tips of her fingers are upon his lips. He kisses each one, biting the pads of them ever so slightly, causing Y/n to giggle.
He grabs her hand in his, squeezing it, before taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Y/n throws her head back, moaning slightly at the pressure he’s putting on it. He moves to the next one, nibbling on the nub, running his tongue over it. 

“Harry, please.” Y/n whimpers, pushing his head down to where she needs him.
He kisses down her stomach, sucking occasionally. His thumbs hook under her thong, removing them entirely from her body. He wastes no time to attach his lips to her center, sucking on her clit.

Y/n moans loudly, running her fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots. His tongue pushes into her entrance, lapping her walls as gently as he can. He can feel her withering around him, her walls clenching around his tongue.
He decides to build her up more, so he grabs her ankles to hook them over his shoulders. The new angel allowed him to go in deeper, and Y/n cries out with overwhelming pleasure. 

Her brain his hazy, and the only thing she can think about is the love Harry is giving to her. That’s what makes the experience so much more pleasurable, knowing that it means so much more than what it seems.

Harry reattaches his lips around her clit, lapping the nub with his tongue continuously.

“I—i’m close.” Y/n pants, the knot in the pit of her stomach building up each second.

The heels of her feet dig into Harry’s shoulders, her back aching, toes curling as her climax releases from her. She chants his name, moans and whimpers leaving her semi-chapped lips in between each cry of his name.

Harry’s heart flutters, but continues working her through her high.

Once he feels her body relax, he immediately presses his lips to hers. They kiss with passion, yet lust seems to leave trails along their lips. Y/n’s fingertips travel along his abdomen, his shirt hanging loosely over her hands. She runs her finger completely up to his shoulders, his shirt coming along with it. She slides it off of him, leaving him with only his jeans left.

She admires his chest, his broad shoulders and muscular arms. She can never get enough of him, always finding a reason to touch him. He’s like nothing she has ever seen. So beautiful and so pure, every time she looks at him there is something inside of her that bursts, and her heart flutters with admiration.

“My beautiful boy,” she whispers, kissing along his collar bone, “so beautiful.”

Harry holds her head against his chest, so she continues to kiss his skin as she manages to undo his belt. He nearly cries from her passion, and her love towards him. He has never met anybody that could love him so much, it almost breaks him apart knowing that he has ever went a day without acknowledging it.

Y/n slides his boxers down with his pants, throwing them against the wall. She lays back down, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck. He smiles down at her, holding her cheek with the pads of his fingers.

“I love you.” He mumbles, placing a soft kiss on her lips before guiding himself into her.

The both gasp with satisfaction, Y/n’s head rolling back against the pillows. His thrusts are slow, but hard, full of passion and love. His lips attach to her jawline, his hand still holding her cheek.

“Harry.” She moans out, scratching down his back.

“Baby, fuck.” He breathes out.

His lips remain still at her jaw, too out of breath to continue kissing her. He’s rolling his hips a little faster, but not too fast. And the sounds that are coming out of Y/n is like music to his ears, and he doesn’t want it to ever stop.
Harry wraps his arms around her shoulders, pushing her upper body against him. 

“Oh fuck.” Y/n moans, sinking her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder.

“So precious.” Harry whispers, fingers moving her hair off of her shoulders.
“So fucking beautiful.”

“Harry, please, I’m so close.”

He picks up his pace a little bit more, and he can feel his release creeping up on him. He holds Y/n a little bit tighter, and she bites down a little bit harder. Their moans and whimpers are all that can be heard, but it is so beautiful to the both of them, they almost resist their releases for a little bit longer.

“Shit!” She screams, her orgasm hitting her like a ton of bricks.

She collapses onto the bed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Harry thrusts continue to consume her. And he is soon releasing after her, groaning out her name as he does so.

They both stay in place, just for a couple of minutes, trying to recover from what has just taken place. Despite how sticky they feel, or how much sweat is covering their skin, they have never felt so alive before. 

“That was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” Y/n smiles.
She kisses his cheek softly, laying back down to look at him more intently. “Thank you for loving me so much. I love you.”

He smiles, running his hand against her forehead to remove the hairs that are stuck against it. 

“I love you, too, beautiful.“

Things I've heard on campus, Sentence Starter Style

“Forget the threesome. I just want to join your detective agency.”

“No, look, I’m not saying we should rob the anthropological museum, it’s just that… okay. Maybe I’m saying we should rob the museum a little bit.”

“What if we killed all our citizens, but we fixed the public transportation system?”

“Listen. There’s a pit behind the cafeteria building. And I want you to meet me in it.”

“How many ways to you think there are to evade the library staff forever?”

“I’m sorry I gave your vertebra to someone else.”

“No. Sorry, no. It was a great plan until you got to the- the whole harpoon bit, but…”

“You know, we don’t need to be handcuffed together through our entire lunch.”

“Your dedication to this dance is both impressive and unsettling.”

“I’m not bitter. I’m just saying that if you checked your damn texts more often, maybe I wouldn’t have been trapped naked in the sports center for an hour last night.”


“Consummatum fucking est, mate.”

“Word of advice: Don’t nod while someone is holding a knife to your throat.”

“Do you have to wiggle like that?”

“You told me to do it. You told me you wanted it done. You didn’t tell me how.”

“Okay but can we talk about how your hand seems to be covered in blood?”

“I can hear your heartbeat. You’re alive.”

Sleeping Beauty

Original Imagine: Imagine Deucalion leaving love bites all around your breast, Imagine Deucalion and you breaking the bed during sex, Imagine after Deucalion gets his eyesight back the first thing he does when he gets home is have you undress for him, Imagine Deucalion blindflding you during sex so you can experience it the way he does. Imagine Deucalion coming home after he gets his eyesight back and seeing you sleeping in his bed in nothing but one of his shirts on for the first time,Imagine Deucalion holding your face in his hands while he tells you how much he wants to just fuck you infront of the rest of the alphas


Reader Gender: Female

Word Count:  989

Warnings: Oral, Smut, (Dom/Sub?), Blindfolding,  

Note: This is my first real try at writing smut, sorry if it’s bad

Finally being able to see you Deucalion stood staring down at your sleeping form in only one off his shirts, only his shirt. Debating on to wake you or not he didn’t notice you turning to look at him.

“Deucalion?” You asked in your newly woken up voice rubbing your eyes. “Come to bed. It’s late.”

“You look incredibly good. Better than I thought” He said in awe making you frown and furrow your eyes.

“What? I- But you- What?” You said walking up from the comfortable bed taking Deucalion’s hands looking up at him noticing he no longer wore the shades.

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This Washington museum has been turned into a gigantic ball pit

If you are in Washington, D.C., and fancying a dip in the ocean, look no further.

You could swim right in the heart of the city — in a pool of nearly one million translucent plastic balls that have been set up as an exhibit in the National Building Museum.

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Drum Major Luke

Where Luke is the drum major and Y/N is on color guard and during the football game halftime, Luke gets frustrated seeing Y/N in her skin-tight uniform.

Requested: nope
Smut: yes
Word count: 1,770

I scrambled around frantically, trying to make sure everything was taken care of before the halftime show. it was just a football game, so no one really cared about what the field show looked like anyways. most people were sitting in the stands eating or talking or going to the bathroom during our performances, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still nervous about making sure everything was perfect.

“Is everything good with the color guard, Y/N?” Luke asked me, walking by and placing his hand on my waist. God he looked so good in his band uniform.

“I think so,” I said. “I just need to make sure everyone has their flags.”

“look at you, being a great flag captain,” he leaned down and pecked my lips, smiling at me. “I need to go warm up the band and make sure everyone is in uniform.”

I made sure all the girls and guys on the flag team were in uniform under their sweats, and everyone had their gloves and flags and were all set. we followed behind the band out next to the field, where we began lining up to start the field show. I quietly told the color guard to take off their sweats to be in full uniform now, and we lined up our flags along the field to begin.

my nerves began kicking in again as I heard the center snare begin to tap off the march into the field. the announcer spoke through the megaphone as the band made their way out. I watched Luke march up in front of the band where the drum major stands and faced the band. I watched him, waiting for a signal to the band to set and play but was secretly admiring him and the way he took his role so seriously. he was a great band leader.

before I knew it, the show was in full motion and the flag team and I all moved and danced around the field to the show, every step and every move perfect. no one dropped a flag or a baton. I was so proud of how well our team was doing this year.

after the show, I walked with the rest of the team while the third quarter of the football game started and praised them for how well they were doing this season, making my way back to the band room. I grabbed my sweats and pulled them on over my uniform, planning to change out of it after the game since all the band kids were taking up the rooms to change.

I waited for Luke to head back to the football stands, and when he approached me, he looked a bit unsettled.

“hey babe, are you okay?” I asked, wrapping my fingers in between his as we made our way to the stands.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled. I decided not to question him further, knowing he was irritated and just held his hand as we walked, his tall frame next to me giving me a sense of security despite his irritation.

I was about to walk around the corner to the stands but Luke looked around to make sure no one was near, then pulled me into the coach’s room next to us.

the door closed with a thud and I was back against it, Luke’s hands touching me immediately in the dark.

“why the fuck didn’t you tell me that the uniforms were skin-tight?” he said in my ear, his low voice sending shivers down my spine.

I couldn’t answer him as his hands ran up my body, under my sweatshirt and over my chest, teasing me like he was going to pull it over my head. I swallowed back a moan as his lips moved down to my neck, his teeth biting down and dragging against my skin, my mouth falling open. nothing I ever did would ever change the way I would melt under his touch, the way he seemed to know every spot and every little thing that drove me nuts as he continued to move his hands down my body, this time down my hips and dragging my sweatpants with them to the floor.

“you’re wearing far too much clothing,” he said, pulling my sweatshirt over my head, leaving me in my uniform now, his eyes moving down my body and taking in every curve, every edge, every little bit of it.

“you’re so mine,” he lifted me from the ground and turned me around onto the desk behind him, pulling his own sweatshirt over his head. his lips reached mine, pressing a kiss to them while his hands still worked over my body, grazing against my skin and making me shiver. I yanked his own sweatpants down his legs, his bulge evident against his bike shorts he was required to wear under his uniform. I moved my hand over it, a low groan coming from his lips as I felt it grow under my own touch. I pulled his t-shirt over his head, growing desperate for more of him.

his hand moved to the zipper of my uniform on my back, pulling it down. “what a shame to see this coming off of you.” he pulled it down my arms and legs and tossed it with my other clothes, leaving me in my thong and bra. he leaned in close to my ear again, his finger grazing over my clothed crotch, which was beginning to soak with my arousal. “I’m not too disappointed, though.”

“fuck,” I breathed, his light touch driving me crazy. I pulled him closer to me, trying to pull his bike shorts down. he chuckled and mumbled something about how eager I am, using his long fingers to pull my thong down my thighs, the fabric rolling up as it fell down my legs. he moved down onto his knees in front of me, his tongue moving to my core and working against me and caused a small moan to escape from my lips.

“you know the band director always tells us no eating in uniform,” he said, pulling away slightly to look up at me while he spoke. “that’s the real reason I needed that off of you.”

as quickly as he’d even pulled away, he went back down to continue his assault, licking and moving his tongue against me and I tangled my fingers through his hair, holding back gasps and moans as he worked me closer and closer to my high. he pulled away and wiped his mouth with his finger, sucking on it to get what was on his face.

“I’m not done yet, princess.”

I sat in anticipation, stimulated and impatient as he pulled his bike shorts down and reached for his bag to pull out a condom. once he had it on, he pulled me to the edge of the desk and leaned me back, lining himself up with me. he eased himself in slowly at first but before I could adjust started thrusting into me roughly, my mouth falling open and my head falling back, his hand catching me. I grabbed onto his arms to steady myself as he hammered into me, finding a rhythm that hit my sweet spot every time. a moan began to escape my lips and I bit down on his neck to muffle my own moans as he groaned in my ear at the sensation.

“fuck, keep doing that,” he breathed out. I sucked harshly on his neck as he continued to pound into me mercilessly. I felt a little sweat beginning to form on my skin, the small room getting stuffy. i felt my high reaching closer and closer and my thighs tensed around his hips as I was about ready to go over the edge, when suddenly he pulled out.

I let out a whine, about to complain about not getting off when his hand clamped over my mouth.

“if you complain I won’t finish you off,” he said in my ear. “you wouldn’t want to be frustrated for the rest of the game, now do you princess?”

I shook my head, pulling him closer to me, in desperate need of him to let me finish and come undone under him. he let go of my mouth and traced his fingers down my thighs, leaning his head in to my ear and breathing down my neck, shivers running down my spine. I felt like I was sitting in a puddle of my own arousal.

“beg for me,” he whispered, biting down on my earlobe and my hips moved off of the desk and towards him as a small whimper left my mouth.

“please Luke,” I whispered. “please, fuck me.”

“you know that’s what I like to hear,” he moved his lips down to my neck and my chest as he pushed himself inside of me again, my stimulated body unable to take any more of his teasing. I let him pound into me again, and this time I felt my climax approaching way stronger than before. I dug my nails into his back and dragged them down, still hitting every good spot and every good angle as he pounded into me, my climax approaching faster and faster.

“fuck,” he groaned and dug his fingers into my hips, my nails raking down his back once again. his thrusts became sloppy and I knew he was close, my thighs trembling around his own hips rocking against mine. my entire body tensed up, the feeling in the pit of my stomach building as he thrusted one more time and my entire body tensed up as my orgasm washed over me, leading into Luke’s climax as he bit down onto my neck and sucked harshly as he thrusted into me a few more times to ride out both of our orgasms.

i sighed as he pulled out and took off the condom, cleaning up the mess we made of the office. I pulled my thong and uniform back on, watching as he pulled his own shirt over his head but not before noticing the long prominent marks I left on his back. I smirked to myself, knowing that was all mine.

“don’t you ever think you can get away with not telling me that the new color guard uniforms are skin tight before we go out to perform again,” he said, reaching out to pull me close to him as he leaned down and kissed my lips passionately.

“I love you,” I smiled as I kissed him again and he smiled back.

“I love you too.”

Left - Hoseok

Hey People. This is a continuation of my other scenario titled Leave. It is a BTS Jhope angst. So get ready for that. Be sure to check it out to kinda get what is going on here. You don’t necessarily need to read it to get this tho.

Uh, so enjoy!

“How’s Ho-Hoseok?” Your mother always had difficulties pronouncing the foreign name but she still tried her hardest. Even after Hoseok had told her that JHope was fine or even a simple J. She claimed that since he made the effort to learn her name, even though he just called her mom most of the time, that she should learn how to say his. Hoseok thought it was so cute when she would stutter and would have the biggest smile on his face anytime she said his name.

You gave her a small smile as your fork lazily pushed the food around your plate. She always asked about him when you ate dinner together. “He says the group is getting busy again. They’re recording another album.” You don’t know where you learned to lie so well to your mother, but you’re happy you acquired the skill. It allowed you to avoid unwanted conversations.

“Is my cooking not good?”

You head snaps up to look at your mom. “What?” You fork clangs on the table as you drop it. “Shit,” you mumbled as you grabbed a napkin to clean up your mess.

“You haven’t even taken a bite out of it. It’s you favorite,” she explained, watching you with a raised eyebrow.

You finally looked at your plate, like really looked at it. Steak and potatoes. It was your favorite. You would always beg your mom to cook it and would sing and dance when she finally did. But looking at your plate, it just wasn’t what you wanted.

You took a small bit of the potatoes. “You cooking is great, mom.” A sigh escaped you lips as you put your fork down. “I’m just… it’s not what I feel like eating, you know?”

Your mother nodded her head and gathers up the dishes off the table. “What do you feel like eating? I’ll tell you brother to pick something up on his way home.”

You chewed on your bottom lip nervously. You knew what you wanted. You have been craving it since you arrived a week ago. But you didn’t want to want what you wanted. All day you have been thinking about Korean take out, specifically the place close to Bangtan’s studio.

And yet, you wouldn’t allow yourself to divulge into your craving. Maybe because anything Korean reminded you of Hoseok. You didn’t listen to Korean music anymore, you didn’t watch the dramas, you straight out avoided it.

“I don’t have much of an appetite for anything. I think I’m just gonna turn in for the night.” You stood from you seat and kissed you mother on the cheek before heading upstairs towards your room.

Your phone vibrated. It caused you to jump slightly, you had been so focused on the documents in front of you that the noise startled you. You looked up at the calendar on the wall of your office and chewed your bottom lip nervously. Without even looking at the phone, you knew who it was and what they wanted.

“Y/N, the boss is looking for you.”

You head snapped around to look at you coworker that stood at your doorway. “Oh, okay.” You quickly tossed your phone into the drawer of your desk. That must have caused for one of the buttons to be pushed because the screen lit up : One Message from Hoseokie <3

You pushed the drawer in a little bit too hard causing it to slam and you to flinch. A sigh escaped you lips as you pushed your hair out your face before heading to the door. Just as you were about walk past your co worker, he stopped you.

“Are you free after work? We could go get drinks or dinner or something.” He asked, his confidence withering away by the end of his statement due to the dead stare you gave him.

This was the first time you were truly seeing him. What was his name again? Brad? Yeah definitely Brad. Brad was the office’s eligible bachelor that all the ladies fawned over. He was decently attractive and had one of the better jobs that paid more.

Your mind was telling you that drinks with him after work would be harmless. Besides, you had no one to answer to. You were an adult who could do what she choses to do. And that is how you found yourself agreeing with a guilty pit building in your stomach.

Dinner with Brad was at a fancy Italian restaurant where everything was made back in the kitchen from the cheese to the sauces to the pasta itself. The food was amazing. Brad was average. He ordered some fancy wine and spoke the whole time about how he would spend summers in Italy when he was younger.

“Have you ever been?” he finally answered after his monologue. You briefly looked up from the pasta you were twirling around your fork.

“To Italy? No.” You answer was short and you took another drink from your wine.

“Surely you’ve been out of the country though. It’s like a rite of passage everyone should go through.” He was a messy eater, he had sauce on his lips.

“I’ve been to South Korea.”

“What was that like?” he asked, wiping his mouth off. You didn’t see the point, he would just have more sauce on his lips eventually.

“It was…” you mulled over words in your head, trying to find the perfect way to describe your stay. “It was fun while it lasted.”

After paying for dinner, Brad insisted that you went to a small bar that had the best craft beer. You somehow found yourself agreeing once again.

The bar was not small nor was it really a bar. It was more of a club and very overcrowded, forcing you to stand closer to Brad than you wanted.

You and Brad were hanging out as colleagues. It was a mantra playing on repeat in your head. But his hand was hanging dangerously low on your back and every drink he would pull you in closer. You were sure you caught him staring at your cleavage, but you had one too many in your system to actually care.

And you didn’t care when he decided to lean in for a kiss.. But the kiss was sloppy, he was too drunk to focus on any technique, just the act of getting his lips on yours was magic. His lips were dry and his hands were awkwardly grabbing you in all the wrong places. And when he pulled you in closer, so that your body’s were flat against each other, you didn’t fit together like perfect puzzle pieces. Everything about this was wrong. But it wasn’t like Hoseok, so you let it happen.

“You didn’t come home last night,” you mother commented as you helped her fold laundry in the middle of the living room. A daily soap opera was playing on the television.

“I was out with friends and crashed at one of theirs,” you answered. Another lie. Gosh, these lies were beginning to eat you up inside.

You mother stops folding briefly and stares you down with that intimidating stare that used to make you break when you were younger. “Just don’t get caught up in something or rather someone stupid that ruins your relationship with Hoseok.”

You blinked. “Mom, I’m not that type of girl.”

Your mom hums. “How is he doing anyways?”

“He’s getting busy. They’re working on an album.” You answer was so rehearsed, you gave the same answer every time anyone asked. You just hoped that since you were always so private, that they didn’t bother to question you any further.

“Is that all he does? You been saying that since you got home a month ago,” your mother huffed.

“What can I say? That’s the life of a musician’s.” You chuckled nervously.

A groan escaped your lips as you stretched out on your old twin bed. You swore under you breath that you were gonna upgrade your bed on your next paycheck. The laughter coming from the kitchen woke you up.

You sat up in bed, massaging the back of your neck as the aroma of fresh coffee hits you, luring you to join the chatter in the kitchen. You let out another groan as you stumble out into the hallways, walking with your eyes closed into the kitchen.

Your morning attire consisted of a messy bun at the top of your hair, an oversized t-shirt that probably had a few stains in it, and more than likely some dried drool on your face. And you couldn’t care about what you looked like.

That was until your eyes open.

Your mother’s head was thrown back in laughter as she was pulled in to dance. Both of her hands was in the air, holding onto another set of hands. You brother sat at the counter, watching them, laughing along with them.

You jaw dropped as you stared in disbelief. You wondered if you could head back to your room unnoticed. But that’s when your mom finally looked in you direction.

“Y/N! Looked who came to visit!” Excitement was laced in her voice. You brother waved you into the room.

But you stood frozen at the doorway. “Hoseok?” His name fell out of your lips, it had been so long since you had said it.

Hoseok had a hesitant smile on his face. He stepped forward to give you a hug but you stumbled back out of his grasp.

“Y/N!” Your mother scolded. “What’s wrong with you? He flew all this way to see his girlfriend, and you won’t even give him a hug.” She swats at you with a newspaper, but you don’t even flinch.

You swallowed. “Let’s talk.” You grabbed Hoseok by the arm and drag him back to your room, ignoring the strange look your family was giving you. You shove him into the middle of the room as you shut the door behind you. You arms are crossed in front of your chest. “What are you doing here?”

“You said two weeks,” Hoseok answered. He takes a seat on the edge of your bed and plays with his hands. “I waited for two weeks.”

“We both knew that when I left I wasn’t coming back. We knew that was a lie.” You chewed on your bottom lip.

“I hoped it wasn’t. I even texted you when the two weeks was up to ask when to pick you up from the airport.” He chuckles dryly. “I should have known then that you weren’t coming home. But then your mom called me and she had no idea about the break up. I thought I had a chance.” He stood and walked closer to you, causing you to nervously take a step back.

“You shouldn’t have come.” You tried to make your voice sound confident and assertive but it cracked in the middle.

“Because you found someone new,” Hoseok nodded his head.

“Our relationship was broken. You couldn’t have expected me to come back to that. What? An empty apartment that feels lonely even if you’re sitting right next to me?” You voice was slightly raised, as you tried to keep your anger and frustrations at bay.

“Y/N…” He grabbed you hands, his thumbs caressing the back of them.

“You didn’t love me. You didn’t treat me right. Was I supposed to just sit around a wait forever?”

“The way I see it. I’m the only one who is trying to fix this relationship. All you have done is run away and avoid everything!” He dropped you hands, and you find yourself instinctively reaching out to hold on to them, but his back is turned to you as he pulled at his hair.

“What is there to fix?! You don’t love me!” You screamed at him. You fling a stuffed animal at his back and as he turned to face you another one hits his face. “You don’t love me, Hoseok! Why are you doing-”

His lips attacked yours and muffled out your yelling. His arms grabbed at your waist and pulled you in so close it was as if your body melded together. You hands went slack on his shoulders. His lips were so smooth and soft. They started out roughly attacking yours but now were much more gentler. It left you breathless and when he pulled away, you were panting.

His face was mere centimeters from yours. You could feel his breath on your face. That one kiss had a million sparks in it. It felt so alive.

“Hoseok…” you started but a knock interrupted you at the door. You pulled apart from him and cracked your door open, seeing you brother nervously standing there.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but some dude named Brad is here to take you to breakfast or some shit. I dunno.” He scratched at the back of his neck.

You had forgotten all about the breakfast date with Brad. You squeezed your eyes shut and chewed on you bottom lip.

Life. Life was complicated.