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One More

Here’s my first smut! I hope you guys like it. Fluffy blurbs are more of my forte, but hopefully this works out okay. Be gentle with me. x 

Please let me know what you thought!  (if y’all liked this I have another more ‘complete’ smut idea I can try out) 


Originally posted by megan-is-the-bestest

(short hair harry is the focus of this blurb but he’s too pretty in this) 


It’s the gentle feeling of his fingers trailing up and down your spine that awakens you. They’re smooth and soft as he taps along the length of your spine, dancing along the bone. You smile to yourself as you tuck your face into the pillow, not wanting to alert him that your awake because it’s not often that you receive such a nice wakeup call from your boyfriend. There’s a shift in the bed to accommodate his movements as he presses a kiss to your head and then brushes your hair aside from your neck, lowering his lips to press them to the newly exposed skin with the lightest of touches. He’s on the move again, clambering on top of you as he trails his lips down the path his fingers had traced earlier. His warm hands are pushing away the covers and gripping your hips with a squeeze as he moves lower with his lips, pressing a final smacking kiss at the end of your spine. 

You hum in contentment, hiding the sound in your pillow.  He’s chuckling sweetly at your meek effort, as he crawls back up the length of your body and presses a few hard kisses to your bare shoulder. “C’mon now, angel. Wanna see your face, don’t hide from me. Kno’ you’re awake…” He implores into your ear with a warm, raspy morning voice. 

You can’t fight it anymore, especially when he’s this adorable in the morning. He’s gotten the weekend off from filming and hadn’t hesitated a moment to fly you out. He’s lifting onto his elbows to let you turn onto your back, greeting him with a sleepy smile. “Morning, love o’ mine.” He rumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours immediately. 

You let out a sound of surprise against them, wrapping yours arms around his neck while you let one of your hands run through his short, messy locks, tugging at them as they tickle your fingers. His haircut had been an adjustment, but you liked it short. He looked just as handsome as he did with his long hair. He pulls away, pressing a kiss to your cheek  before giving you a dopey smile. You let out a soft laugh, pushing down with your hand to bring his face back towards you so you can press a smacking kiss of your own right next to his nose, which scrunches up and bumps into your cheek as he turns towards you. “Morning, sleepy boy.” You greet as you lower back down to the bed. 

He scoffs at the pet name, using one hand to push your hair back from your forehead and tuck it behind your ear, “Sleep well, pet?” 

“Mhm… Not sure how much sleep I actually got though.” You quip back with a knowing smile.

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Friday Night I (M)

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Prologue

Warnings: Oral (giving and receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough, daddy kink… (i think that’s it)

Word Count: 3,058

Summary: A simple game of truth or dare has taken a sharp left at some point, and you were perfectly okay with that.


“Jungkook, truth or dare?” he asked. The maknae’s ears perked up, and he wasted no time answering.

“Dare.” he looked at you and winked, as if he knew what was about to happen.

“Hmm.. Okay Jungkookie, I dare you to try to make y/n moan in under 30 seconds.” why are you their guinea pig? Oh yea, because you’re the only girl here. You stared at Taehuyng in disbelief, and you heard Jimin muttering a string of profanities under his breath. “Oh, and you can’t use your hands.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be phased by this, and beckoned you over with two fingers, his gaze darkening as you decided to go to him. He patted his lap, and you sat in it, looking around and feeling somewhat shy about having an audience, but another part of you enjoyed it. You downed the rest of your drink and set it down before you turned to face Jungkook. He grabbed your hips with strength you didn’t know he had, and leaned in towards your neck.

“Start the time.” he told Taehyung, who had his phone out. As soon as Taehyung pressed ‘start’, you felt Jungkook’s soft lips on your neck, his tongue coming out to lick a strip up from your shoulder to your jaw. You were already worked up from the lapdance and your kiss with taehyung, and you felt heat pool within you once again. That’s when you suddenly felt him grab your hair and pull back, forcing you to expose more of your neck. He bit down hard at the same time, and you couldn’t help the strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth. He pulled back at the sound, a look of triumph and lust in his eyes as he smirked down at you and licked his lips. “I guess you like it rough then, I’ll remember that.”

Confused, you pushed yourself off of his lap and went back to your spot, now frustrated, embarrassed and way too turned on to care about this game anymore. You poured yourself another drink as you waited for the next question.

“Jimin, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” he said immediately. What was with everyone today? I guess they don’t want to be exposed like Hoseok. Jungkook thought for a moment, and you kind of hoped that this dare included you.

“I dare you to have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n,” he said with a sly grin. You choked on the drink you had in your mouth and looked a Jungkook, not expecting him to have said that, given your earlier confession. Though you were shocked, you couldn’t help but feel slightly happy that it was with Jimin. Jungkook whispered something to Jin, and he nodded in response before standing up and walking towards the hallway. He looked over his shoulder and told you to follow him as he continued to walk. You hesitantly got up after Jimin looked at you, and followed Jin to a room at the end of the short hallway. He opened the door for the two of you and as soon as you stepped inside, you heard the door close and lock. What? Did he just lock us in? And why does it lock from the outside? As you were trying to come up with reasons as to why Jin would need a room that locked from the outside, Jimin cleared his throat and you turned to look at him.

“Come here,” he says as he pats the spot next to him on the bed. You look around the room for the first time, and realize you’ve never been in here. You’ve visited this house many times over the years, but you had never seen the inside of Jin’s room before. The walls were a pale grey, with black furniture and dark floors. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, draped in beautiful blood-red sheets. You walked towards the bed and sat down next to Jimin who looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He turns to you and smirks, “so, what am I doing to you in your fantasies kitten?”

His question threw you off, and you weren’t sure how to answer him. You had been friends for some time, but no one knew about your feelings until tonight. You had hoped that they would forget about it, but you realized that you’d never live this down. You fought with yourself, wondering if you should give in to him or if you should avoid the situation. Before you could make your decision, you felt him move closer, his breath fanning across the side of your face.

“Tell me kitten, I want to make you feel good” he whispered. You felt a shiver run through you as he moved his hand on top of your thigh, squeezing firmly. You stayed silent, but you didn’t pull away, giving him the go ahead to continue. Jimin moved his lips to your neck, noticing the mark Jungkook had left on you and bit down on the spot. Before you could control yourself you moaned at the feeling, and his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting. His hand moved up your thigh and closer to where you wanted him, his fingers slipping in between your legs as his hand continues to move towards you centre. When he was right where you wanted him, he moved his hand away and to the button of your shorts, “tell me if you want to stop.”

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“Seventeen Days” (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

A/N: i’ve decided to do a special tagging list for this story! please let me know if you’re interested in joining me in the potential mess that is this story. and i know this pace is oddly slow, but bear with me, friends! there’s a reason for it! -j. x

next: Part 3
“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

Your feet land on a cushy rug, and an audible sigh leaves you. Contrary to popular assumption, the journey from heaven has been a bumpy one. No offense to the technicians of heaven, but there has to be a smoother way to cross the barrier between mortality and the divine.

Clutching your stomach, you lean against the wall for a breather. “Whew, that was horrible,” you let out as your stomach calms down.

“Aren’t you the one who set fire to David Bowie’s cape?”

You snap your head in the direction of the safehouse’s living room. Lounging on a couch is a young blonde sporting glasses and a cap. He studies you with piercing scrutiny, his blue eyes battling with your equally relentless gaze. As this is a safehouse for non-humans, you deduce he’s either a celestial being or a mythical creature in disguise as a human.

“I’ve heard stories, and… Yes, it’s definitely you,” he chuckles, crossing his legs with leisure. “You’re definitely the one who burned Bowie’s cape.”

Crossing your arms against your chest, you frown at the blonde. “I literally just got here. Is that really an appropriate way to greet someone who just made the journey from heaven to Earth?” you cluck.

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry the ride to Earth wasn’t all rainbows and glitter with the Hallelujah chorus playing in the background?”

You curiously peer at the blonde, giving him the once-over as a pregnant pause blankets the room. A smile slowly invades your lips as you place your hands on your hips. “You’re a sassy grump. We’re either going to get along wonderfully or kill each other,” you confidently conclude.

The blonde snorts out a laugh and stands to his full height, forcing you to tilt your head upwards to meet his eyes. He holds out his hand with a cordial smile. “I’m Steve, Grim Reaper and your official mentor during your stay,” he introduces.

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callmeoncette  asked:

You should do another one where Bucky uses modern slang because the last one had me rollin (could've been because I was high but I re read it and I was still funny)

You watched as your phone tumbled onto the ground, cracking in half. 

Great. 

You decided to bring Bucky along to see the Statue of Liberty, as you both needed to get out of that sulking tower. Everything was going swell, until you decided to lean onto the railing and try to snap a picture of Lady Liberty herself. A giant gust of wind caught you completely off guard, causing you to lose your balance. 

Bucky immediately sensed your situation and caught you in a heart beat. Unfortunately, he couldn’t save your phone, which tumbled between you and landed on the hard concrete with a loud clank. 

“Damn it!” you sighed as you bent down. You gently collected the pieces of your destroyed Iphone, completely oblivious to the super solider’s eyes that were glued to your behind. 

“Damn, Y/N, looks like those squats are paying off.’ he whistled. You peered up at him, blushing like mad. 

“You know, it’s awfully rude to stare at a woman’s behind.” you sassed, narrowing your eyes at him. 

Bucky laughed, raising his hands in defense. 

“It’s not my fault you’re gettin’ thick AF, doll.” 

The pieces in your hands immediately fell onto the concrete as you took in his words. A pair of teenage girls standing next to him immediately broke out into a fit of laughter. 

You gaped at the older man. What on earth had Sam been teaching him? You looked back up at Bucky, who simply shrugged and gave you a small wink. Never in your life did you imagine The Winter Soldier calling you “thick”. 

This was a story to tell your future grand kids. 


(im so sorry if this is shit lol i tried!)

things you said // nurseydex

a/n: took a break from my swawesome santa (also need a beta for that hmu if ur interested) to churn out some cheesy nurseydex. it……has been a rough few weeks. hope this makes some ppl smile. 6k, those Corny But Classic™ ‘things you said’ prompts.

things you said that surprised me

Don’t get Nursey wrong, he loves a good Kegster – sweaty, loud, beer spilling down the front of his shirt, the Haus practically pulsing with a mix off Holster’s iPod – but he thinks there may or may not be something to say for just hanging out in the living room with the guys, smoking weed or watching TV or just talking, piled on top of each other across the couch and happily enclosed in the trademark Haus Bubble.

It’s almost better than the rush he gets from crowdsurfing or dancing on the kitchen table, he thinks, digging his toes further beneath Dex’s legs. Dex pauses just to throw a halfhearted glare in his direction before taking a swallow of beer. 

Something at the bottom of Nursey’s stomach flutters, immediately followed by a silent, internal berating. Get it together, you weirdo.

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Friday Night (M)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Prologue

Warnings: Oral (giving and receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough, daddy kink… (i think that’s it)

Word Count: 3,058

Summary: A simple game of truth or dare has taken a sharp left at some point, and you were perfectly okay with that.

A/N: Request for Anonnie!!


“Jungkook, truth or dare?” he asked. The maknae’s ears perked up, and he wasted no time answering.

“Dare.” he looked at you and winked, as if he knew what was about to happen.

“Hmm.. Okay Jungkookie, I dare you to try to make y/n moan in under 30 seconds.” why are you their guinea pig? Oh yea, because you’re the only girl here. You stared at Taehuyng in disbelief, and you heard Jimin muttering a string of profanities under his breath. “Oh, and you can’t use your hands.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be phased by this, and beckoned you over with two fingers, his gaze darkening as you decided to go to him. He patted his lap, and you sat in it, looking around and feeling somewhat shy about having an audience, but another part of you enjoyed it. You downed the rest of your drink and set it down before you turned to face Jungkook. He grabbed your hips with strength you didn’t know he had, and leaned in towards your neck.

“Start the time.” he told Taehyung, who had his phone out. As soon as Taehyung pressed ‘start’, you felt Jungkook’s soft lips on your neck, his tongue coming out to lick a strip up from your shoulder to your jaw. You were already worked up from the lapdance and your kiss with taehyung, and you felt heat pool within you once again. That’s when you suddenly felt him grab your hair and pull back, forcing you to expose more of your neck. He bit down hard at the same time, and you couldn’t help the strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth. He pulled back at the sound, a look of triumph and lust in his eyes as he smirked down at you and licked his lips. “I guess you like it rough then, I’ll remember that.”

Confused, you pushed yourself off of his lap and went back to your spot, now frustrated, embarrassed and way too turned on to care about this game anymore. You poured yourself another drink as you waited for the next question.

“Jimin, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” he said immediately. What was with everyone today? I guess they don’t want to be exposed like Hoseok. Jungkook thought for a moment, and you kind of hoped that this dare included you.

“I dare you to have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n,” he said with a sly grin. You choked on the drink you had in your mouth and looked a Jungkook, not expecting him to have said that, given your earlier confession. Though you were shocked, you couldn’t help but feel slightly happy that it was with Jimin. Jungkook whispered something to Jin, and he nodded in response before standing up and walking towards the hallway. He looked over his shoulder and told you to follow him as he continued to walk. You hesitantly got up after Jimin looked at you, and followed Jin to a room at the end of the short hallway. He opened the door for the two of you and as soon as you stepped inside, you heard the door close and lock. What? Did he just lock us in? And why does it lock from the outside? As you were trying to come up with reasons as to why Jin would need a room that locked from the outside, Jimin cleared his throat and you turned to look at him.

“Come here,” he says as he pats the spot next to him on the bed. You look around the room for the first time, and realize you’ve never been in here. You’ve visited this house many times over the years, but you had never seen the inside of Jin’s room before. The walls were a pale grey, with black furniture and dark floors. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, draped in beautiful blood-red sheets. You walked towards the bed and sat down next to Jimin who looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He turns to you and smirks, “so, what am I doing to you in your fantasies kitten?”

His question threw you off, and you weren’t sure how to answer him. You had been friends for some time, but no one knew about your feelings until tonight. You had hoped that they would forget about it, but you realized that you’d never live this down. You fought with yourself, wondering if you should give in to him or if you should avoid the situation. Before you could make your decision, you felt him move closer, his breath fanning across the side of your face.

“Tell me kitten, I want to make you feel good” he whispered. You felt a shiver run through you as he moved his hand on top of your thigh, squeezing firmly. You stayed silent, but you didn’t pull away, giving him the go ahead to continue. Jimin moved his lips to your neck, noticing the mark Jungkook had left on you and bit down on the spot. Before you could control yourself you moaned at the feeling, and his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting. His hand moved up your thigh and closer to where you wanted him, his fingers slipping in between your legs as his hand continues to move towards you centre. When he was right where you wanted him, he moved his hand away and to the button of your shorts, “tell me if you want to stop.”

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Smiling you closed the door behind you, locking it as you pulled out your phone.

Of course like everyone else who had joined in the craze you decided to take a walk around your city to see what Pokémon you could find, that city being Washington of course. You set off on a jog, stopping every so often to get a Poke stop or Pokémon that had appeared. You made it about the Lincoln Memorial, smiling as you saw a few other people on their phones. This game had made so many people come together over something that used to be hated by some. You felt your phone vibrate, looking down at it, you saw a Pikachu in the area.

You smiled to yourself before setting off to a sprint, staring at your phone to make sure you didn’t miss it. Just as you were about to get into range of the Pikachu you crashed into something hard, obviously coming the other way as you tumbled backwards a bit. Fearing the worse (Like an alien attacked, you can never be too careful you know!) you hesitantly looked up. Instead of a face hugger, you saw one of the most adorable men ever. His blond hair shimmered as the morning light reflected off it, and his baby blue eyes looking into yours seemed to set something off inside you.

“Sorry Ma’am didn’t mean to run into you,” The man apologized, everything about him seemed to just ooze gentleman.

“Oh no, it’s my fault for not looking where I was going. Sorry, I had a Pikachu to catch,” You replied, glancing at your phone to see if it was okay. The man offered you his hand as you quickly took it. He heaved you up as you felt tingles run through your arm.

“Pikachu; never heard of that animal before,” The man rubbed the back of his head, seemingly extremely confused. Your mouth fell as you stared at him in a confused manner yourself.

“It’s not an animal, it’s a Pokémon, I was playing Pokémon go,” You explained as he still looked confused.

“I think I’ve heard of it before, my friend Tony was trying to explain it to me,” He shrugged.

“Well it’s pretty awesome, here want to try and catch this Pikachu?” You asked as you held out your phone to him. You had no idea why you were trusting this guy but, hey he was extremely cute. He took your phone hesitantly before clicking on the Pikachu, catching it in only throws. He grinned as the data showed up and he handed the phone back to you.

“Yeah, you’re right, it is pretty neat,” He grinned.

“Hey uh, maybe we could meet up again, I could teach you more about Pokemon maybe?” You asked hesitantly. The man grinned before pulling his own phone out.

“Oh right, I didn’t ask your name sorry!” The man replied.

“It’s (Y/N) (L/N),” You smiled warmly at the man.

“Right, I’m Steve Rodgers,” Steve smiled at you. You grinned as you exchanged numbers, excusing yourself as you noticed the time, saying you had to get to work.

 

~~Steve’s P.O.V. ~~~

“Hey Tony, can you teach me about Pokémon?” I asked as I entered the lounge of the tower.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Tony replied.

td122609  asked:

Hey, totally having a moment over here and I need your help. I've been thinking, what if our sweet little Sammy has an absolutely filthy mouth in bed? Any way you could write that? And have a mentioned that I adore you? :D <3

I took a few liberties with your request. I hope you don’t mind. 


Sam x Reader

Warnings: Smut. 

Tags: @cyrilconnelly, @impalaimagining, @spontaneousam, @barbedwireandbubblegum, @teamfreewill-imagine, @abbirae99 @bohowitch, @winchesterprincessbride, @justcallmelosechester


Sam’s been sending you messages while he’s on the road. 

The first message takes you off guard, you’re squeezing avocados in the grocery store, on a mission to make homemade guacamole and slip into pajamas, when your phone makes the tell-tale *ding* customized for his messages.

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anonymous asked:

1 with hoseok please aa i love him sm thank you sm!! <33333

#1. soulmates au
1.6k words

Originally posted by hobisu

a/n: omg this was so fun to write ill hopefully expand this in the future

Whatever tattoo your soulmate got, you did too. Tough luck.


At first, you thought the soulmate thing was all shits and giggles. Whenever your friends ended up with the biggest, most colorful tattoos, you’d laugh at them. Whenever they got some ridiculous misspelled quote (or maybe a word in another language that they found out translated into something inappropriate), you would definitely laugh your ass off. But karma always had her way of coming back to bite you in the ass. You should’ve known.

When you woke up one morning, body boiling from the sweltering heat of Seoul’s summer air, with a sting on your upper arm, you should’ve fucking known. You should’ve known that this soulmate business was no good and an absolutely huge fuck you from the universe. The scream had your mother rushing into the bathroom concerned, to which you quickly hid your arm from her view.

“What happened?”

You smiled, muttered that it was nothing, and ran for your life to your room to tug on your longest, thickest sweater that you weren’t planning to take off for the next five years. Or even the rest of your life. It was even worse since you had classes that day and plans with your friends. The fact that you were wearing the shittiest outfit in that weather definitely didn’t go by unnoticed by your friends who were all dressed in light, breezy clothing. “Why are you wearing that in summer? Are you not dying?”

Well, you were, but what choice did you have. “Nah, I think I’m starting to catch something.”

“Summer fever from Jung Hoseok, I’m guessing.” She smirked.

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MONSTA X Minhyuk ‘You’re My Destiny’

anon asked:  Can u do an extension of Monsta X your in critical condition?? Minhyuk??? I just love this one! It’s my fav!! Thank u!!

A/N: Hi honey, I experimented a little with this one so I hope you like it. <3 Angsty drabble is angsty, loves.

This is a drabble expansion of a reaction I wrote here

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Please. Please. Please.

It had been echoing through his thoughts since he heard the news. It couldn’t be true. How could you have been in an accident? Especially while he was gone? This was real life not some drama. There was so much life in you. Everyone had labelled him sunshine but to him, his light seemed dim compared to your own. It had to be a case of mistaken identity, someone who looked like you. His demand for proof came out sounding like old cracking wood. Even as he asked he knew it was a stretch. He was right after all, life wasn’t like a drama…

Please. Please. Please.

Roughly he riffled through his suitcase with little care for the items inside. Minhyuk was mad. He was angry at everything and everyone. How was it even possible that a person could run a red light and hit another person? A fragile human being of flesh and bone couldn’t withstand two tons of metal. Weren’t they paying attention? You hadn’t done anything wrong. And why the hell couldn’t Minhyuk find his missing sock? You were in a hospital miles away and he couldn’t even get his damn socks to match. He took his frustrations out on his things for no reason, snapped at his teammates when they offered consolation, and hated himself when he looked in the mirror.

Please. Please. Please.

Those were the words that tumbled from his lips as he begged his manager to let him fly home to see you. Minhyuk was well aware of his obligations. To his fans, the members, his debt, his family. But he couldn’t make himself care at the moment. He’d work twice, no, three times as hard when he got back. It’d once felt like he’d sold his soul for this life. He’d gladly sell it again for yours. In the end at least they let him keep the phone.

Please. Please. Please.

His sole lifeline to you was the phone in his hand. It felt so light and heavy at the same time. Nearly obsessively his fingers traced the contours over and over as he willed it to ring. How long had he been sitting there? He didn’t know. Minutes or days, they all felt the same since his mind had been reduced to one word.

Please. Please. Please.

Ring. Wake up. Get off the ventilator. Be ok, because he couldn’t fathom a world where you weren’t. When the phone finally did ring it startled him so much he nearly dropped it. Shaking fingers took a few tries to unlock the phone. Then hurriedly he held it to his ear to hear his mom already speaking. “Minhyukie…baby.”

She was crying but often did whether she was happy or sad. It didn’t have to mean the end. There could still be a future together if you just held on long enough to let your body heal. Knowing he was about to learn an irreversible truth, he pleaded softly into the receiver one last time.

“Please…”    ​

anonymous asked:

a prompt : malec having phone sex. this would be interesting

Alec was lying on the floor of his room, staring up at his ceiling. He was focusing on his breathing, because he was terrifyingly bored and didn’t know what to do with himself.

Magnus was at the London Institute, he had agreed to go with Tessa who was desperate to go home and take a walk through memory lane with Magnus. It was  the anniversary week of Will Herondale’s death, and so Tessa had asked Magnus to join him. 

Jace and Clary were off doing god knows what, and Alec had lost track of Isabelle. He was still nursing his body back to health after some demon poison had gotten into his system a few days ago, so he was currently banned from going on any missions. 

Alec sighed and dug inside the pocket of his sweatpants for his phone, dialling Magnus’ number.

Magnus answered immediately, and his voice was smooth from the under other side. “Alexander,” his voice was honey, dripping with love. Alec smiled, grateful that he could catch so much emotion from Magnus just saying his name. 

“Hey.” Alec murmured. “It’s nice to hear your voice.” he closed his eyes and exhaled lightly. 

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Hollow - Part Two

Genre: Angst

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Finale

Word Count: 2,224

Summary: He was always busy, leaving you feeling hollow.


Work, work and work. That’s all you seemed to do. Drowning yourself in work to prevent a breakdown- your only solution. It kept Park Jimin far from your thoughts which was all you needed. 

“Teach!” You looked up, locking eyes with the reflection of the group that just entered your studio. Jackson bounded over to where you were standing, smile so bright you almost grimaced. The rest of GOT7 followed Jackson, all of them offering their own greetings.

You worked at a well known dance studio, often working with idol groups because of your skills. For the past month, you had been working with GOT7 to prepare for their next comeback. You didn’t always work with idols, but when you did, Jimin was sure to be mentioned- especially with GOT7. 

The group was close to BTS and would always randomly comment about the members. While you were dating Jimin, it was cute, but now it was just painful to listen to them ramble on about what you had lost. 

“Hey guys, let’s get started,” you weakly smiled, taking your spot near the center and against the mirror. It offered you the best view of the boys so you could catch their mistakes and watch them carefully. 

After about two hours in, you decided to end the session. “Great job guys! Oh yeah, Jackson and Mark, careful with those flips. I don’t want any of you getting seriously injured. Speak up if it’s too much and I can add something else into the choreography.” Both boys nodded their heads and you started to pack of your things. It was your last lesson of the day and you figured you’d just head home and relax with some mac and cheese and dramas. 

In your peripheral vision, you noticed the boys pushing around Jinyoung- pointing over towards you. You rolled your eyes at their antics, assuming that they were teasing Jinyoung about something stupid. Probably the small mistake he made during the first verse.

“Ah Y/N, was this your last lesson of the day?” Jinyoung asked, sheepishly tugging at the loose black T-shirt he was wearing. You looked at him, eyebrows knitted together, and nodded your head. “W-would you… um, would you wanna go out and get something to eat together?” Your eyes widened, you certainly weren’t expecting that. Glancing over at the rest of the boys, you could see them cheering Jinyoung on.

“Oh, isn’t that dangerous though? What if your fans recognize you, see me with you and get the wrong idea?” You asked, remembering all the times Jimin and you couldn’t go out because of this. You were a secret, never allowed to proclaim your love for Jimin to the world.

“It’s fine if they recognize me, let them assume whatever they want. I want to take you out,” Jinyoung grinned, shocking you with his boldness. Jimin would have never agreed to going out in public- the fans were too important to him. And yet, Jinyoung didn’t care- instead proudly displaying a desire to not keep you hidden. 

“I guess we could go get some food, as long as you’re paying,” you playfully jabbed Jinyoung’s side, gaining hollers from the other boys. They rushed over and patted Jinyoung on the back, tugging him into a group hug. 

‘One date can’t hurt.’


You both ended up choosing a small diner to eat at. True to your suspicions, the minute Jinyoung and you walked in, a group of girls in the corner started whispering- gesturing wildly towards the two of you. Jinyoung gave you a meek smile, pulling out your chair for you.

“Sorry if you don’t like the attention. Don’t pay attention to them, just focus on me and my handsome face,” Jinyoung joked, placing his head in his hands- making ‘cute’ faces in a failed attempt at aegyo. You couldn’t help giggling at his expressions, the hollow feeling that was constantly weighing you down dimming slightly. There was something about Jinyoung that made everything less stressful. 

“Aish, your company is not going to be happy with me once they hear of this. You should really think about your image- the fans won’t be pleased,” you whispered to him, eyes flitting over to the group of girls who seemed to be taking photos of the two of you. You scowled at them- couldn’t they let their ‘precious oppa’ enjoy some privacy?

Jinyoung leaned forward, head resting on the palm of his hand. While you were busy watching others, Jinyoung observed you. He loved watching the way your nose scrunched slightly in distaste at the girls blatantly taking photos of the two of you. He secretly hoped they would upload the photos and start rumors about the two of you dating. Any excuse to get closer to the girl he had fallen head over heels for. 

“It’s cute how you think of others before yourself,” Jinyoung confessed, catching your attention. Your face flushed at the soft expression on his face, something that should only be reserved for a loved one. Suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze, you averted your eyes- tugging at some of the loose hairs that had fallen out of your messy bun. 

“I-I don’t understand what you mean.” You busied yourself with the menu, not wanting to look into Jinyoung’s eyes.

“You do realize that I won’t be the only one affected by those photos. The fans could target you,” Jinyoung stated and you rolled your eyes. Of course you knew that- it was the same reason that Jimin always told you when you wanted to go out together. 

As if sensing the sudden tense atmosphere, the server appeared and asked for your orders.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, actually keeping Jimin off of your mind. Jinyoung had a weird sense of humor that cracked you up and there was always something to talk about with him. 

At the end of the night, Jinyoung drove you back home- escorting you to your apartment’s doorstep. You both hesitated at the door, not sure how to say goodbye.

“I just want to say I had an amazing time tonight,” Jinyoung started, earning a nod from you before continuing. “I, uh, hope we can go out again. Good night.” He quickly leaned in, pecking your cheek- face turning bright red. Before you could react, he dashed to his car. You smiled, waving at the car as it pulled away. 

The hollow feeling was replaced with something a little lighter, that felt like a new beginning.


“HYUNG!” Jimin jolted awake at Jungkook’s scream, nearly tumbling out of his chair. The stylist cursed at the sudden movement, trying to fix Jimin’s hair that she’d been working on. Jimin scowled at Jungkook, scalp still tingling from the hard jerk he got from moving so quickly. “Have you seen the articles?” At Jimin’s confused expression, Jungkook shoved his phone into Jimin’s face.

Blinking a few times, Jimin read over the headline another two times. ‘GOT7′s Junior Spotted With His Girlfriend?’ Jimin quirked an eyebrow at Jungkook. “Just keep reading, hyung.”

The headline was followed by a photo of what Jimin assumed was Jinyoung walking into a diner with his ‘girlfriend’. The girl was wearing a black T-shirt, shorts and a plaid flannel tied around her waist. The photo only showed a little of Jinyoung’s face- enough to be convincing- and the back of the girl’s figure. 

‘Last night, GOT7′s Junior was spotted at a diner with a girl. There is speculation that the girl is in fact Junior’s girlfriend and that the two were out on the date. After further inspection, it is believed the girl is a dancer who often helps with choreography for GOT7 and other groups.’ Jimin’s finger froze at the next images. 

Based on the proportions of the photo, it was safe to assume that the photos were taken by fans in the diner. In the photos, there was Jinyoung smiling softly at the girl.

“Y/N…” Jimin whispered, scrolling through the photos. There was no denying it, one of the photos giving a clear shot of your face. While Jimin had barely slept at all, worrying over the words you had said, you were out with another man.

“Hyung? You okay? I thought you and Y/N-noona were doing fine?” Jungkook questioned, gaze switching between his phone and Jimin. Jimin shoved the phone back into Jungkook’s hands as if it had burned him- it might as well have. His fists clenched and the stylist quickly left now that his hair was done, leaving only Jungkook and Jimin in the room. 

“We got in a fight two days ago,” Jimin mumbled, Jungkook’s mouth falling open. “She was angry that I didn’t call her after the concert and I don’t know, I just snapped. I messed up badly on my solo dance for Butterfly and I just took it out on her.

“I ended up saying some pretty harsh things and I don’t know what happened.” Jimin hung his head, his whole world was crumbling around him and they expected him to perform in less than an hour. 

“Hyung, you know these are just articles. Don’t believe everything they say, I’m sure they were just hanging out. Noona’s helping GOT7 with their comeback anyways. Jinyoung’s like Seokjin- probably just taking Y/N out to make sure she ate some actual food besides ramen,” Jungkook reasoned. Jimin nodded- you did have a nasty habit of eating nothing but ramen when you were working seriously on something. He often had to barge into your apartment using your spare key, with bags of food that he would coax into you. Those were some of his favorite moments.

“You’re right, it was just a fight. I’ll just go see Y/N when we’re done the tour. Thanks Jungkookie!” Jimin latched onto Jungkook, both of them swaying as Jimin pretended to be a koala. 

“Guys, head to the stage and make sure your microphones are properly secured,” one of the staff members ordered, breaking the moment. 

‘Jungkookie’s right. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll deal with all of this once I get home,’ Jimin thought, the heavy weight that was on his heart no longer existent. ‘Y/N still loves me, she wouldn’t even think of finding another man.’


“Alright, let’s take a break! Take time to get a drink and meet back here in ten!” you commanded, watching as most of GOT7 dispersed- leaving just Jackson and Jinyoung. Jackson glanced between the two of you, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you. 

“Gosh! I am so thirsty. Excuse me as I go quench my thirst,” Jackson loudly announced, winking at you before exiting. You rolled your eyes, yelling at him that he left his water bottle behind. Jinyoung chuckled before moving over to you. 

Ever since you guys visited the diner, you started hanging out more. None of them felt like official dates, but each of them ended with a kiss on your cheek and butterflies in both of your tummies. 

“They aren’t subtle at all, are they?” Jinyoung asked, laughing at your groan. 

“No! They’re not. Honestly, sometimes I want to strangle Jackson,” you joked, leaning back against the wall. Jinyoung slid down and joined you, fingers brushing yours. Your breath hitched slightly and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. 

‘Act natural, Y/N! Act natural.’

You repeated that over and over, face cooling off. That was until Jinyoung wrapped your hand in his. Your heart started pounding and you knew your face was bright red without looking.

Both of you stayed silent, the room falling to a comfortable silence. There were a lot of times that Jinyoung and you would fall silent and just enjoy the moment. You absentmindedly rubbed your thumb in circles on the back of his hand, a habit you carried from past relationships. 

‘Is this too fast? It’s barely been two weeks since I broke up with Jimin…’ You mentally cursed yourself for thinking about Jimin. You were honestly hurt that he didn’t contact you at all ever since you broke up, but it was expected. After all, it made it slightly easier to get over him when he wasn’t talking to you. 

Once the ten minute break was over and the sound of footsteps from the hallway outside started, Jinyoung reached over and softly kissed you. Unlike the chaste pecks on your cheeks, Jinyoung took his time- both of you savoring the moment. 

He quickly broke off the kiss once the footsteps got louder, just gazing into your eyes. Your heart was beating so loudly and you knew you were probably overheating from how hot your face felt.

“Let’s go, the boys will be in here pretty soon.” Jinyoung helped you to your feet, stepping back to where his things were placed to make it seem less suspicious. The rest of the boys busted back into the room, Youngjae giving you a knowing look. You tossed a nearby towel at him, the blush a dead giveaway. The boys started to scream, Jackson pointing out your odd behavior.

“Ya! Get back into your positions!” you ordered, reaching for your phone to check the time. You froze, an unread text showing on your screen. Everything seemed to stop, the loud chattering of the boys fading away.

Jimin: Hey… I’m back from my tour. Can we please talk?


A/N: that’s it for part two! i’m actually very pleased with how it came up. if you have any requests or questions, feel free to ask me! 

A little sore

Your body felt limp, you were so sore. You could feel where every muscle tightened. You recently starting working out so you could have a nice body for the summer. Only problem was it hurt and you were sore and it hurt. You just let yourself sink down into your comforter with one foot hanging off the bed. You could hear your phone ringing but it was like you had no energy to grab it. Finally you hand tried reaching over above your head to get it. As it brushed over the pillows and covers it finally found the cold shiny metal of your phone.

“Ello?” You voice sounded a little hoarse. Maybe you were getting sick, maybe you’ve been pushing your self to hard.

“Hey babe… You alright?” Hayes replaced on the other end, you could hear the concern in his voice.

“Hm? Oh yeah I’m just sore from this workout” once the words tumbled out of your mouth you slowly pulled yourself up and say up straight. You started rubbing done of the sore spots hoping to ease some tension.

“Well then I’m coming over” you could hear the smile on his voice and and door close behind him as he said good bye. Not even ten minutes later Hayes came in through the door.

“So I got ice cream and your favorite movies” he gave you a cheeky smile before plopping down next to you. You both decided on watching Frozen, because why not.

You curled up next to Hayes and he put an arm around you. Half way into the movie he lent down to whisper in your ear.

“I love you (y/n)” he breathed into your hair. You tensed up a bit since he’s never said that yet and then let your body relax.

“I love you too” you smile, his hands connected with yours and laced his fingers through them. You knew you loved him and you always will.

Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed this, and thank you to the person who requested it. Sorry it took so long its final exam week at my school so I’ve been really busy studying :( I’ll try to post more up soon! My request box is still open so send them in :)

anonymous asked:

You always seem to open these at just the right time! I love you and your writing, by the way! Is it possible to have a fluffy scenario where the s/o manages to just make the guys face flush completely? Like the guys have embarrassed themselves or the s/o was just to cute and they couldn't handle it? With Ryoma, Kikumaru, Kirihara, Bunta, Kin-chan, Chotarou, Shishido and Zaizen, if it's not to much trouble. Thank you!

Ryoma:

Ryoma watched with an raised eyebrow how you played with Karupin, making small cat noises from time to time. Suddenly Karupin licked over your nose, making you shriek in surprise before letting out a giggle. You looked up at Ryoma, still smiling “Look, Ryoma!” Ryoma let out a groan, pulling his cap lower to hide the blush on his cheeks before thrusting his hands into his pockets when he grumbled “Can you just stop being so adorable, idiot?”


Kikumaru:

Kikumaru came home late from tennis training. His mother informed him that you were already waiting for him in his room. Excitedly sprinting up the stairs he barged into his room only to stop dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on you. You were curled up on his bed, his old teddy bear, Daigoro, clutched against your chest. Kikumaru stared at you with wide eyes, his cheeks slowly turning a dark red – god, you were so adorable. He squealed “Sooo cute, nyaa!~” before he jumped onto his bed, pulling you tightly into his arms to nuzzle his cheek against yours, not bothering that you woke up and saw him blush…


Kirihara:

Kirihara loudly belted the lyrics along to the song playing on his phone while putting a generous amount of your strawberry body lotion on his legs. Smirking you leaned against the door frame, stiffling a giggle when he screeched “Primadonna girl, yeeeeeeah…All I ever wanted was the world!” You cleared your throat when the song changed and Kirihara’s had snapped up. You could see how his cheeks turned red and he frantically flailed his arms “No! How long have you been standing there?!” Before you could answer he fell over, tumbling into the bathtub. You probably never laughed so hard before…


Marui:

Marui stretched over the cafe’s table, holding out a fork of cake for you. You looked around, a bit embarrassed about him feeding you in public. Suddenly the cake dropped from the fork, landing on your crotch. Marui quickly mumbled a few apologies before rushing towards you, trying to wipe off the cake with a napkin. It took him a few minutes to realize where exactly he was wiping because he suddenly looked up, his cheeks now the same color as his hair. You awkwardly scoffed “U-Uhm, would you mind taking you hand off my crotch?” Marui quickly backed away, hitting his head on the table with a loud thud. All the people in the cafe turned towards you and Marui meekly muttered another apology. You couldn’t help but laugh – it was kind of cute to see the usual confident Marui so embarrassed…


Kintaro:

You were shopping with your best friend when suddenly someone yelled your name. Turning around you saw Kintaro waving at you, the rest of the regulars surrounding him. Smiling you waved back and Kintaro immediately came running up to you with a lopsided grin. You giggled about his excitement and Kintaro picked up even more speed, not looking left or right. He bumped into a few people, but he easily had enough energy to push them out of the was… that was until he slammed head first into a pole. He got thrown back a few feet by the force and you quickly ran up to him, crouching down in worry. Kintaro slowly blinked open his eyes, his cheeks turning a cute red when he saw you next to him “Oh… that was embarrassing. I only want to look cool in front of you!” Kintaro usually never was embarrassed about anything so the whole thing was kind of adorable… except the large bump on his forehead.


Chotarou:

You were in the kitchen when a girly scream ripped through the silence “(Naaaaaaaaaaame)!”  You rushed up the stairs, taking to steps at once while wondering how the hell your giant of a boyfriend made such a noise. Skidding to a halt in your room you saw Chotarou standing on top of your bed, pointing at a small grasshopper with a shaking hand “Take it out! Oh god… Take it out now!” You raised an eyebrow slowly walking towards the grasshopper. Chotarou let out muffled scream when it moved slightly and you looked up at him “Really? A grasshopper? I thought someone was attacking you.” You had seen Chotarou blush a lot of times, but never he had been so red like right now. Despite that he still pointed at the grasshopper “Just take it out, please!”


Shishido:

Shishido slung his tennis bag over his shoulder before strolling out of the house. He stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted you leaning against the wall near his house. You looked up and waved at him “Good morning, Ryou-kun!” Stopping in front of you he mumbled a “Good morning.” still confused why you were here. You pulled something out of your bag, handing it to him with a smile “I know you have to go to the tournament, but I just wanted to give you this and wish you good luck!” Shishido looked down at the small charm in his hand and he knew that his face was bright red by now. Unconsciously he reached out, pulling you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head, “F-Fuck… thank you. I’ll do my best..god, I’m so lame right now.”


Zaizen:

Zaizen looked up in surprise when he heard you yelling his name. You rushed over the school yard towards him, almost tripping if he hadn’t reached out in time to catch you. Your hair was slightly messy and your cheeks red from all the running, but you looked up at him with a happy smile “Happy Birthday, Hikaru-kun!” You handed him a neatly wrapped present and Zaizen could tell you worked hard on it. Zaizen unwrapped the present and pulled out brand new headphones. You looked a bit anxiously, “Do you like it? I really wanted to make you happy for your birthday.” Zaizen covered his eyes with a hand, unsuccessfully fighting his blush, you were just way to adorable. Suddenly Zaizen pulled you against his chest, burying his head in your hair “Shit. What are you doing to me?”

yes (all of the lights - pt 2)

michael clifford & y/n
word count - 5835
rating - nc-17
warnings - sexual content, language

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You opened your eyes to find the sun already streaming into the bedroom. You didn’t know what time it was, and you didn’t care – it was the first morning in months that you had both been afforded the luxury of a lie-in.

Michael was breathing shallowly beside you, his body curled up on his side. You wrapped your arm around his waist, thinking he was still asleep, but then you heard him mumble. “Good morning kitten.”

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Tossy...Part 8

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Epilogue)


Your first order of business was getting word out to all of the practices and volunteer shelters centered around depression that any age woman that was seeking help for the issue was in danger, and given the sheer amount of territory that he was drawing from, that took quite some time.

Meanwhile, you were on the phone with Garcia.

“Y/N, I’m worried about you,” she coos.

“Don’t be,” you lull, staring at the pictures of the bodies as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I’m missing something,” you whisper.

It had been an entire day of notifying and searching, re-combing the dump sites and retracing the evidence, and the team was still no closer to figuring out who was doing this, while at the same time praying that no other bodies would show up.

“Give me something to do.  Anything to help,” Garcia coos.

And then, an idea struck.

“Garcia.  Is it possible to trace all of the while men in their 30s credit card information in this vast area for anyone spending more than…lets say $300 a week on gas?  Because, given the vast area this man is covering, that’s about what he’s pumping out given the territory and the low gas mileage for a large vehicle that would be inconspicuous.  This area isn’t known for their hybrids.”

“On it,” she says as you hike your eyebrows onto your forehead, hearing the phone cut off as you puff a bout of air through your nose.

Raising your head up as your phone falls from your shoulder and tumbles to the ground, you close your eyes and take a step back, sitting on the table behind you as you bow your head to the floor.

“Why aren’t they fighting back?” you whisper to yourself.

Something wasn’t adding up.  At this point, if you had all of the pieces in place, finding this guy shouldn’t be this hard.  You had a working profile, basic facts, and only so many theories that stemmed from the current situation.

Something was wrong with your initial profile.

Cupping your hand over your mouth as you imagine the crime scenes in your head, you begin playing out the faceless man positioning these women at these dump sites…how he would have to lay them down before placing their hands accordingly.

Placing them down denoted some sort of gentleness behind the act.

Then your memory throws you back to the most recent scene, your eyes flying open as you recall your own movements during your more…emotional…episode.

Your motion to smooth the victim’s hair back on her head.

As your eyes fly open, you are oblivious to both Morgan and Spencer standing beside you, Spencer’s eyes trained carefully on your face as Morgan’s gaze darts along the board.

Ripping a picture off as you squint your eyes, you allow it to fall from your fingers as you yank another one off of the board, squinting yet again before letting it drop and ripping yet another one off the board.

“Shit,” you bite.

“Tossy, we’re comin’ up empty…we need somethin’,” you hear Dale croon as he comes walking through the door.

You were mentally kicking yourself for working an entire day off of a faulty profile.

“Dale,” you lull as you lob your gaze towards him, “you call me that name one more time and I’ll unload my clip into your chest.”

Watching his eyes widen as you stride out of the room, bumping Morgan’s shoulder in the process, you murmur a “watch it, chocolate,” before jogging out of the room.

“Why do you call her that?” Spencer asks, turning towards Dale as Morgan’s wide eyes watch you hastily yank Hotch from a conversation.

“I uh…I don’t know.  It’s just a nickname she had before we had a class together.”

“What class?” Spencer asks, determined to figure out why the nickname bothered you so much.

“Just a literature class.  Reading novels and such.”

“But you guys were Psych undergrads, right?  Why were you taking a literature course?  For most college undergrads, your English credits come from required English courses, and…at least for my psych degree…the electives were wrapped up into the psych curriculum.”

“I guess we both just needed a break from the psych school,” Dale says, shrugging as Spencer’s eyebrows furrow together, analyzing his every movement.

But the moment of digging was ruined as Morgan elbows Spencer’s arm, the two of them whipping their heads up as they watch Hotch run towards the room, his suit coat barreling behind him as he rounds the corner.

“The profile was wrong.  Our unsub isn’t angry.  He’s remorseful.  Morgan, go with Y/L/N.  She’s heading over to the first victim’s house again.”

As Hotch feels his phone vibrate, Morgan pushes past him, sprinting all the way through the police station as he barrels out the front door.

Everyone was shocked that Morgan didn’t question Hotch’s decision to go with you.

“Hotch,” he says, his eyes still wide as his brows furrow even deeper.

“Y/N isn’t picking up her phone.  I have the results she wanted,” Garcia says.

“What did she have you do?” Hotch asks, putting her on speakerphone as Spencer and Dale gather around.

“Narrow down all the white males in their 30s spending more than $300 a week on gas in the areas the unsub’s combing,” she rambles out quickly.

“Incredible,” Dale breathes, shaking his head as his eyes widen.

“Yeah.  They both are,” Spencer bites, side-glancing Dale as Hotch throws him a confused look.

“Send me your results,” Hotch orders.

“Already done, bossman,” Garcia smiles, “and trust me, the list isn’t as long as you think.”

032. 5SOS Preferences: Something Steamy Revealed

This was a request. It sort of took a smutty turn, so ye be warned. I’m not sure what I think of it, though Calum’s amuses me. I’m working on a 1D one and I’ll probably do another Nieces/Daughter themed thing soon. If everybody’s jiving with that.

ASHTON

Ashton moved so swiftly through O’Hare International, leading the desperate mission to make your connecting flight to Heathrow. He wasn’t just holding your hand, but tugging it as he weaved around slow moving tourists and bumbling children, his backpack bustling up and down against his backside, his holey shirt in the process of becoming even more worn out than it already was.

Over your own shoulder, the generous straps of your tote bag kept slipping off as Ashton picked up the pace. You tried to keep up with bringing them back over and on, but without fail, every four or so steps, they would slide down again as if your arms were lubricated in satin lotion or something similar.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed the unsure expressions of girls around, waiting at their gates. It was that expression that consisted of tilting ones chin upward and squinting your gaze. Everybody always seemed to make the same face when they were in the process of figuring out whether or not a member of 5 Seconds of Summer was walking by them. This wasn’t your fist time travelling alongside your boyfriend, you had seen the expression enough times to mirror it perfectly yourself.

You were taking note of two whispering girls, both with their phones out filming without trying to mask it, when you nearly tripped over your own feet. As Ashton was walking at the pace of someone loaded up on speedballs might, you nipped an airport pillar with your large bag and sent its contents scattering over the busy floor.

“Ah, Jesus…” As your hand pulled out of his, Ashton sighed as he turned around to join you on your knees, gathering up everything that had made its escape from your bright cloth bag.

You were surrounded by hair brushes, your plastic makeup bag full to the struggling zipper with your miracle products, your cell phone, wallet, a half-finished pack of Green Apple tic-tac’s, band aids, a Fiji water bottle, numerous bent and dirty business cards that people gave you through your travels that always inevitably made their way to the very bottom of your bag, two tangled pairs of ear buds, unwrapped tampons that Ashton gathered under the assumption that they were funny chocolate packages, a bottle of Extra Strength Tylenol, sunglasses, sunglasses case, Vogue, Elle, and an impromptu Betty & Veronica.

Ashton stood up off the floor, both hands on a raised knee as he pulled himself up to wait for you and that was when you saw the green rubber vibrator that had rolled around and hidden behind his feet. Your eyes indulged themselves for a moment, staring at the toy with pure horror painted over your face as if you were looking at an explosive with only ten seconds left in its countdown. You didn’t even bother to see if anyone else saw, you just reached forward, balancing on your knees, and picked it up as if it was a hot potato, tossing it right in your bag along with everything else, joining Ashton and walking away as if nothing had happened.

“That was awful.” Half-giggling, not sure how else to handle your embarrassment, you laid your head down on his shoulder as you two walked, hiding your rosy cheeks as you clutched your bag tightly to your shoulders the rest of the way to gate D26.

“Why do you have it in your bag?” Ashton laughed, leaning his head close to yours to ask in his lowest voice possible. He wasn’t exactly known for his indoor voice.

“I don’t know.” Rolling your eyes at yourself, you sighed aloud. “I thought we could have a little fun on the plane, but then Michael wound up sitting on my other side…” It had been nice to have Michael there with the two of you, his commentary as you three watched the end of the The Desolation of Smaug almost as good as any orgasm, you really weren’t upset that you hadn’t had the chance to play with your drummer boyfriend. It wasn’t as if you two didn’t have plenty of flights ahead of you for the rest of month.

“Really?” Ashton’s head turned quickly, forcing your own off of his shoulder as his eyebrows raised in order to examine just how serious you were being. “Well, let’s make sure he’s with the others this time.” Biting down on his bottom lip, suddenly feeling an urge to be devious, Ashton suggested. The wait at the gate, though short, felt like all eternity when you both had the same thing lingering on your minds.

The flight from Chicago to London felt longer than nine hours, neither of you able to fondle one another like you had envisioned while lining up to board the plane. It was too crowded, not a single seat unfilled, so Ashton merely lifted the chair arm that separated the two of you and allowed you access to his chest, letting you use his body like a pillow while you were both draped under the thin and almost pointless fabric of the airline blanket.

You waited behind the other three guys and Liz while standing in line to pass customs, passport in hand along with your purse. While you had caught some sleep in your seat on the plane, your body felt limp with exhaustion. You were trying to keep your eyes peeled and head held up when all you really wanted to do was lean forward and crash on top of Michael’s striped jumper covered back.

“Holy shit,” Calum squealed with a shot of laughter, staring at his phone’s screen and bringing his curled hand to his teeth. “Look at this, look at this…” His clear complexion folded into wrinkles for a moment, showing Michael and Luke his phone briefly before turning around to offer it to Ashton behind him. “That’s hilarious.” The bassist wheezed, watching you and Ashton in order to catch your expressions the second they changed from their current blank form.

ASHTON IRWIN CAN NOT SATISFY GIRLFRIEND

The caption of the blog article flashed before him like a traffic sign, his eyes widening as he woke up from his sleepiness just by the way the font attacked.

While traveling through O’Hare International this afternoon, girlfriend of 5 Seconds of Summer’s Ashton Irwin, [Y/N], took a hard tumble.

A picture of you on all fours accompanied the article, your hair falling down your sides like a waterfall without any rocks around and you instantly made a mental note to never be seen at that angle in high definition ever again. The article was one thing, but you always felt down on yourself after someone made a photo of you public and since the band was touring for their debut album right now, pictures seemed to be popping up left, right, and center. There was even one of you and Ashton waiting outside of a gas station on a blog dedicated solely to Texaco’s.

The contents of her cute Tory Burch tote weren’t unlike any girl’s except for the vibrator that embarrassingly rolled across the floor. Is there trouble in paradise? Is Ashton not man enough?

The last question stung, even if it was supposed to just be a cheeky line in an article, a rhetorical question in order to create buzz in a reader’s mind. Ashton’s eyes rolled back sharply as he shoved the cell phone back into Calum’s hand. Calum had stopped laughing as he noticed the way Ashton was sucking in his cheek, his jaw line suddenly more pronounced than ever. It took him a second, but Calum realized just how emasculating it might feel to have something published about you being unable to get your girlfriend off or just about your sex life at all even if it had been talking about Ashton like he a was lady-destroying stallion in the sack.

“Are you okay?” You stood up on the tips of your toes to whisper in his ear as the line began to shuffle ahead. Ashton didn’t answer vocally though, he just barely nodded his chin forehead and rolled his eyes again, this time to the side. “Ashton, you’re always telling me these stories are all bullshit, you know this one is…” Trying to be sensitive, you reminded him kindly. “Let them laugh. It’ll blow over.” It always did, every little hiccup that bubbled up along the way turned into forgotten dust swiftly.

The truth wasn’t that Ashton couldn’t get you off. He had actually been the first person to make you squirt and that was why he liked when you brought the toy to bed with you. It was that little buzzing addition that brought you over the top. The feeling of your warmth engulfing him combined with the way his hanging balls slapped against your ass was enough to get him off, but Ashton came harder when he was able to make you explode. It wasn’t just enough for you to tell him that you were there, reaching your peak. He liked to see it, so he would grab a hold of the small wand and rubbed it vigorously up and down against your nub until you were a fountain underneath him, spraying the sheets and losing your breath. If the writer’s behind the blog knew that, there story would have rung very differently and you would have to fight off even more girls for Ashton than you currently were.

MICHAEL

It crossed your mind that his mum might see the messages, peering curiously over her son’s shoulder on a rare day off, or maybe, a manager or a friend. You had once had a horrible nightmare where Calum was using Michael’s phone right as you sent him a picture of your breasts, bare and in the shower still lathered in lilac scented soap, but you had woken up only to find that the pictured didn’t exist and the whole scenario had never even happened. Through texts and over Skype, you warned Michael of the wrath you would release onto him if any of his buddies ever read the conversations you and he shared to keep your relationship flavorful while the distance held court. You feared, sometimes, that his immaturity would grab the best of him and he might brag to Luke, just to bug him, that you were missing the taste of his cock or something along those lewd lines. Every time though, Michael would just laugh and assure you that everything you two talked about stayed simply between you both.

Not even for a blip of a second did you realize that you should have been worrying about the entire world and not just the 5 Seconds of Summer tour bus reading the sexts you and Michael sent one another at any hour of the day. Of course, you had heard of celebrities having their laptops hacked and belongings stolen, but the stories seemed so fabricated and/or forced, never just innocent tales of poor victims being exposed. However, that was the case this time around. Michael had absentmindedly left his phone backstage while taping the Jimmy Fallon show in New York and now screenshots of your private messages were all over the internet like different green juice recipes or pictures of Kim Kardashian. [Y/N]WantsTheD was even trending worldwide.

 

 

It wasn’t as if you and Michael only ever sent one another messages riddled with filth. In fact, most of your conversations were just sharing the events of the day or simply being sweet over how much you wished you could be together in that moment in time. However, Michael was one of the horniest boys you had met and he always considered that the hardest part of being away from you. He trusted that you were loyal, the connection never seemed to waiver, but it was difficult to be without your flesh against his, his body aching to be massaged by your satin touch.

“I could lose my job!” Over the phone, you complained assertively. Michael had already apologized a handful of times, seven to be accurate. He knew you were going to be freaking out the second his publicist shared with him that someone had uploaded messages from his phone to the internet. They seemed to surface on a random Tumblr blog first, but then they were shopped to Perez Hilton and became fodder for the world. He decided to call you and let you know what was going on instead of just having you simply find out. Michael knew he had to act fast as Twitter was exploding over the messages. It was four in the morning for you, but he figured this was worth waking you up about. “And you’re sure there are none of the naked photos?!” Right away, before he could respond to your first concern, you asked with panic.

“Well, if your boss says anything, tell me. I’m sure these aren’t grounds for termination….” Scratching at the back of his hair, Michael spoke through tight teeth. He wasn’t really sure what someone could fire a person over considering he hadn’t really ever worked a regular nine to five job before. He sincerely hoped this wouldn’t cause you any trouble. He knew people online would harass you, but he had his fingers crossed that the outside world wouldn’t begin to mock. “There’s no photos. Nothing. I’ll delete everything now.” He really didn’t want to though. He treated the compromising photos he had taken of you when you last visited, lying on the hotel bed topless with the sheets held just beneath your breasts, like they were vintage baseball cards that were worth an unspeakable amount. The screenshots he had taken of dirty snapchats you sent in the middle of the afternoon had helped him get through a handful of lonely nights. Still, now felt like the right time to purge his phone of any trace of sex. Clearly, he couldn’t trust the rest of the world the way he trusted you.  

“My parents are going to flip!” You groaned, pressing your full bedhead into the pillow. “Your mum must think I’m such a slut.” It was so important to you that Michael’s mum think highly of you and you felt absolutely terrified to face her again in the future. You wondered if you were still even welcomed to come to his house for his upcoming birthday.

“She doesn’t…” Michael hadn’t actually talked to her about the ordeal yet, but he was positive that she would be far more cross with him than she would be you. She already was fond of you and he knew she wouldn’t be impressed with his colorful language. Besides, it wasn’t as if she had never been young and out of her mind with hormones. “We’re working to have them taken down, but you know the internet, once it’s up, it’s up…” Michael griped. “Have I mentioned that I am sorry and I love you?” He checked in, his eyes fluttering despite the fact that you couldn’t see his efforts to stretch them out to accept all the apology he could fit into his pupils.

“I’m going back to bed. I hope this is just a nightmare.” Sighing, exhausted as if you hadn’t caught any sleep at all, you mumbled and shut your eyes.  It wasn’t a dream though and when you and Michael finally said goodbye, you could see your phone was blowing up. You considered addressing the influx of text messages, but just turned your phone right off instead, tucking it underneath your pillow and sleeping on it instead. You would deal with it when you were lucid, when the sun was up. Maybe now the girls who claimed yours and Michael’s relationship was fake would think twice.

LUKE

Neither of you wanted to make a sex tape. It seemed like it was just asking for trouble with the lifestyle Luke led and you just simply felt too nervous to have yourself filmed on a grainy cell phone camera at all angles. Luke wasn’t really interested in it anyway. His imagination was active enough and the sound of your voice through a laptop screen coaching him as he pumped himself was usually plenty good enough. Sometimes, when you were busy, he would just replay memories of you dancing around in your underwear in the walk-in closet on the mornings you didn’t realize he was awake and watching. The image of your perky cheeks shaking around to the song you were humming was enough to urge his dick to grow in one hand.

It had just been a random idea that popped into his head the last time he saw you, picking up his phone to shut off the volume when you were kneeling right beside his naked legs on top of the hotel bed, tying your hair behind your back while eying his semi that was lying against his stomach still.

“Say cheese.” He had laughed with his phone right in front of him, filming your shy smile and exposed chest. You trusted Luke as he seemed to always respect you before anything else, checking that you were okay with things moments before they began and sometimes even while they were going on. It seemed healthy to laugh during foreplay and take a few pictures. After all, you had an early flight that was going to take you away from him for another two months. The image of his cock in his hand was a nice token in the camera roll of your phone, something for you to look at on the nights where you couldn’t get warm no matter how many blankets covered your tired body.

It was a short video. Too short to even be entered in a ‘Short Film’ category for any festival. Just two minutes and two seconds of your mouth wrapped like an elastic band around his shaft, occasionally rising up to the tip and tightening you’re the grip of your red painted lips. There was a ring of the vibrant shade left around his base, proof that you had taken him to the very back of your throat. Luke’s husky groans and few whimpers acted as a lyricless soundtrack to the cell phone video.

How the video ever left Luke’s cell phone remained a mystery, but the reaction had been mostly positive. The fans of 5 Seconds of Summer liked that they now didn’t have to imagine what Luke’s cock looked like, it was right there for them to see in plain sight. Luke was terribly humiliated though. This was something that was meant to stay private and he didn’t like that the world now had access to it with a single swipe of their fingers. He felt as if he had shamed his family, especially his parents and grandparents. He wasn’t thrilled at the idea of something sexual of his girlfriend being shopped on porn search engines either. Calling himself a ‘shit boyfriend’, he apologized to you, but you assured him that you didn’t consider this his fault. Someone else had violated yours and his trust, even if you unfortunately didn’t know who. While you were sitting on your cell phone, creating a count of how many times you were being hailed a ‘megatron whore’ and ‘super slut’ compared to a ‘cocksucking queen’ on Twitter, Luke was on speaker with two lawyers, finding out his options about handling the video while his mother sat idly by him, her eyes screaming murder while her mouth asked informed legal questions that Luke’s brain couldn’t even consider.

“This is why you don’t document your sex life, Lucas.” She slapped him behind the head, the sound of two coconuts knocking together echoing in the room.

That had been the hardest part for you, knowing that Liz wasn’t impressed with your actions. She was something of an idol to you and you felt like she now wished her son was with someone else, someone who couldn’t rattle him up and get him off with a little kiss on his cock.

CALUM

Stumbling out of DSTRKT, Calum had celebrated turning 19 with a solid 9 hours of drinking. He was a bumbling mess with a smile slapped cockeyed on his face, his large eyes barely opening as Ashton kept him propped up on the way towards the town car waiting for them just across the street, right in front of the packed McDonalds.

“How’s the birthday, Calum?” Right in front of him, shining brightly just inches from his haggard face, a camera man asked while taping him in his rumpled state.

Ashton reached up his hand, holding it in front of himself and Calum, trying to keep the cameras at bay, but it was an absolutely impossible task. Even the superhero he dreamed himself as wasn’t strong enough to take on the villains that paparazzos could often be.

Calum didn’t give the cameraman much to go off of though. He was too busy trying to drag his feet across the pavement without falling over which felt more challenging than the ten back to back tequila shots he had downed a few hours ago. The bassist simply raised a single thumb in line with the camera’s lens, answering a silent ‘yes’ to the question posed.

“Nice. Where’s the girlfriend? She didn’t come out?” Chuckling, the photographer took Calum’s small gesture as an invitation and continued to walk backwards with ease, filming the two boys despite Ashton’s protest and the other photographers and fans stepping in.

“Her flight was delayed.” Calum mumbled, his head falling to the side as his voice groggily forced it’s way out from the back of his throat, scratching his gums as he spoke. He smiled to himself, a lazy thought of you in his favorite summer dress appearing as a blur in his mind. “I’m going to see her tomorrow. Get my…my…my bday….present.” He smirked at what you had promised over the phone, trying to soften the blow over the fact that you weren’t able to make it in for his birthday despite your best efforts.

“Calum…” Ashton’s voice boomed, carefully warning his friend with just his name to stop talking before he found himself in a mess that he couldn’t clean up.

“What’s your birthday present?” The camera man jogged at the side of the boys, filming them passing fans as they reached the black vehicle that awaited to take them back to the flat they were currently sleeping at. “Anything saucy?”

“Fuck off, man.” Ashton scowled right into the camera before taking Calum’s hand and helping him into the vehicle, trying to open up the back door with his other hand as the driver raced around behind the town car.

“I might get to….” Calum began, bumbling out his words and drooling slightly as he was being shuffled by various hands into the leather backseat.

“Calum…!” Ashton warned again, barking this time.

“But she said I could put it in her butt!” Like a little boy, drunk on Christmas punch by accident, he squealed before the car door slammed.

It wasn’t until you landed that you were able to access your text messages, five of your friends having sent the same link. As you sat on the Picadilly line, watching young girls take notice of you playing with your phone keeping your suitcase tucked behind your heels, your mind reeled with just how you were going to destroy Calum’s certain hangover with rage he didn’t know you possessed. 

i want to write you a song

#3 in the ‘made in the a.m.’ series

luke hemmings/ofc
word count - 1765
warnings - language

Luke didn’t think it was possible to be this tired. Time had merged into one over-whelming, sleep deprived blur and he wasn’t entirely sure how he was still managing to function as a human being. He had no idea what day of the week it was, he couldn’t be sure if he’d last had a shower yesterday or the day before, and if it hadn’t been for his mum constantly showing up with tupperware containers full of food he probably would have gone days without eating.

He had known that his life was going to change, he had had time to try and prepare himself for it – but nothing could have prepared him for what he had felt in that hospital room 3 weeks and 2 days ago. Nothing had prepared him for how utterly helpless he had felt when he had to just stand there and watch you in pain, or for how terrified he had been during the last few hectic moments before she had made her entrance into the world; but most of all, nothing had prepared him for when his baby was first placed into his arms: bright pink and squawking like a little bird.

He looked down at the peaceful little bundle asleep on his chest and he still couldn’t believe that she was his. He ran his fingers gently through the fine, blonde wisps of hair that were peeking out from under her pink blanket and studied her features: her long eyelashes, her button nose, and the perfect little cupid’s bow that framed her top lip. She was the most magnificent thing he had ever laid eyes on and he still couldn’t quite get his head around how he had been part of creating something so perfect.

He felt the bed dip as you climbed in beside him – he had been so engrossed in her that he hadn’t even noticed you come into the bedroom.

“You OK?” you asked, snuggling your body up against Luke’s side as he wrapped his free arm around you – the other still resting protectively on your tiny daughter’s back.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, kissing the top of your head.

“We should sleep for a bit,” you said, softly stroking your finger over the soft skin of her cheek.

“Yeah,” Luke said, “we really should.”

When you looked up his eyes were already closed. “Lukey,” you said softly.

“Hmm?” he replied, his eyes still shut.

“You need to put her in her basket.”

“Don’t want to,” he murmured. “Like having her here.”

*

She hadn’t been planned – quite the opposite. You stupidly hadn’t thought about how the time difference would affect your birth control when you had flown to Europe to spend a few weeks with Luke whilst he was on tour. You’d been back home for 3 weeks when you first found yourself throwing up the entire contents of your stomach before class one morning. You thought you just had a particularly bad case of stomach flu, but your sister had had other ideas after you had spent a fifth straight morning crouched over the toilet on your hands and knees.

“Are you pregnant?” she asked, leaning up against the door of the bathroom.

“I’m on the pill,” you said, sitting back and leaning against the wall as you waited for the latest wave of nausea to pass.

“Have you had your period?”

You closed your eyes and thought back to when you had last had a period – that was when it dawned on you that you hadn’t had one since before you had gone to see Luke.

“Shit, no,” you said, the panic that was beginning to take over your body only adding to the nausea you were already trying to suppress. “Fuck. I’m late.”

Less than an hour later you were sitting on the edge of the bath staring at three positive pregnancy tests.

You lived in denial for a few days, trying to tell yourself that they were all just false positives and that your doctor would tell you it was all just a big scare and you could forget the whole thing had even happened. But instead you ended up leaving your doctor’s appointment three days later with a bunch of leaflets on how to have a healthy pregnancy and a referral for a dating scan.

It took you almost a week to muster up the courage to tell Luke - you just couldn’t find the words to say. Everything was going so great for him and the band; they had worked so hard and made so many sacrifices to get to where they were and now you were going to be the one to throw the massive spanner in the works - it wasn’t just his life you were going to fuck up, it was Ashton, Calum and Michael’s lives too.

In the end you just blurted it out over the phone – Luke had been obliviously telling you a story about some ridiculous situation Calum and Ashton has managed to get themselves into when the words just came tumbling out of your mouth.

“Luke, I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

“Luke are you still there?”

“What did you say?”

“I’m pregnant.”

You could hear his breathing speed up. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Oh fuck,” he said. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“I’m sorry Luke.”

Silence.

“Luke?”

“I need to call you back.”

And then he hung up. You had just sat frozen on the your bed with your phone still in your hand as the full awful reality of your situation had come crashing down on you. You felt like you were drowning. You were convinced that he was going to leave you, of course he was – a normal 19 year old wouldn’t want to be tied down with a baby, never mind Luke, who was far from a normal 19 year old.

It took him 6 hours to call you back. When you saw his name flash up on your caller ID you assumed he was simply giving you a courtesy call to let you know that it was over and that he wanted nothing to do with the kid. Instead when you answered you could already hear him sobbing on the other end of the line.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I’m so scared.”

*

You couldn’t help but smile at your exhausted boyfriend as you gently lifted your sleeping daughter from his chest – causing him to groan and her to squirm in your arms, clearly annoyed at being removed from the comfort of her father’s skin.

“Sssh,” you whispered, rocking her gently as you laid her down in the Moses basket beside your bed. “You’re OK beautiful girl.” You re-adjusted her blanket and ran your hand over her belly to soothe her, waiting a few moments for her little whimpers to subside as she returned to her peaceful slumber.

“C'mere,” Luke said, as you climbed back into bed. He held his arm out as you laid down, before pulling your body into his and wrapping one of his legs over yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, nestling your body as close to his as you could. You knew that this time next week he would be gone, and you wanted to savior ever moment of being able to be this close to him. You were used to being apart from Luke, you’d only been together for a year before he left for London with the band, but everything was different now – it wasn’t just you he was was leaving behind anymore.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked in a sleepy drawl.

“Go to sleep,” you replied, “we’re supposed to be sleeping when she’s sleeping.”

“Not until you tell me what you’re thinking about.”

You sighed. “It’s nothing.”

Luke leaned his head closer to where yours was resting on his chest, allowing him to whisper into your ear. “I don’t want to leave either baby.”

You lifted your head to see Luke staring down at you. “I should be here,” he said. “You both need me here.”

“We’ll be fine,” you said, trying to sound convincing. You knew that there was no way you would have coped without him by your side during the first 3 weeks of her life – neither of you knew what you were doing, you didn’t have a clue about babies, but you were learning together, and you were terrified that you wouldn’t be able to do it on your own. “Your band need you too Lukey.”

Ashton, Michael and Calum had been understandably shocked when you and Luke had sat them down and told them that you were going to have a baby, but your fears that they would hate you for ruining their friend’s life - and their band - had been completely unfounded.

“I’m going to miss so much,” Luke said quietly.

“You’ll see her every day,” you said, “we can Skype, we can Facetime and I’ll torture you with pictures; she’ll be the most photographed baby in the history of the world. It’ll be just like you’re right here.”

Despite your attempt to reassure him, Luke couldn’t help but feel like he was shrugging off his responsibilities by going back to work. It would be different if he had a job that was 20 minutes away and he could come home every night, but he was going to be away for weeks and months at a time and he didn’t want his daughter growing up thinking that a father was some guy who just showed up every now and again – he wanted her to know that he had never loved anything as much as he loved her, that everything he was doing was now all for her.

“Luke?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re doing an amazing job.”

“Of what?”

“Being a dad,” you said. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I know we didn’t mean for this to happen, and I know our situation isn’t exactly the most practical for raising a kid, but I’m so glad this happened with you.”

“We’ll be OK, won’t we?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah,” you replied, “I really think we will be.”

anonymous asked:

Hey, can you make one where the reader always rides a bike (she goes everywhere with it) and the first day of her new job at the BAU she hits a car on her way there but still goes after the accident, like al bloody and Spencer helps her/fluff

Yes, I most certainly can!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


“Miss?  Miss, can you hear me?”

Blinking your eyes slowly, the world quickly coming back in to view, you lob your head over and see your mangled bike.

Oh god.

Feeling for your phone, you see a man dip into your view as he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank god.  You’re not dead.”

Yeah, thanks.

Sticking your hand in your pocket, you feel your phone in pieces.

Shit.

“Here, let me help you sit up,” the man says as you hear an ambulance off in the distance.

“I am so sorry,” he says as he dusts off your back, “It was completely my fault.”

Feeling the world tilt a little bit, you grab on to him as you rise to your feet, looking down the street at your office not two blocks away.

“I’m late,” you mutter, looking down at the ground and trying to pick up your things.

“Miss, I think you should stay still.  The ambulance is almost here,” the stranger says, lightly tugging on your arm.

“Hey!” you say, stumbling backwards as you hang on to your stuff, “I have work, and a boss, and a broken phone, and…”

Feeling the world tilt again, you hold your hand out and steady yourself against the wall.

“I think your boss’ll understand, miss,” the man says, concern in his eyes as he dips into your vision again.

“Just…hold on,” you say, holding up a finger to him as you lob your body towards the front of the building, sloppily climbing the steps as you enter the front lobby of the FBI building.

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Trying to shake off the nausea rising in your stomach, the elevator dings as you stumble out thru the door, dropping your things yet again as you go plummeting to the floor.

There she is!” Morgan exclaims, turning around before taking in your sight.

“Oh my god,” Spencer exclaims, rushing to your side as you pick yourself up, raising your head to reveal your blackening eye and your bloody ear and nose.

“Y/L/N, what happened?” Hotch asks, rushing to your side as he takes your stuff from you.

“I…uh…I’m sorry, boss, m-my phone…”

Pulling out your broken phone from your pocket, Rossi takes it from you as he sits a chair at your back, bringing his hands down on your shoulders as he urges you to sit.

Feeling a cool washcloth at your neck, you wince before the world tumbles again, feeling the urge to vomit.

Swallowing hard, your gaze finds Spencer, who is wiping at the blood trickling down your neck from your ear as he raises his other hand and runs it lightly over your swollen eye.

“Someone hit me on my bike,” you manage to get out between deep breaths.

“Why are you not at a hospital right now?” Morgan asks, crouching down in to your view.

“My phone…” you drift off, lobbing your head over to Hotch, “I…I had no way t-to call…”

Hearing the elevator doors ding, you hear people scuttle off as a authoritative woman comes around and gets into your view.

“We were told a crash victim stumbled in to the building,” she says, flashing a flashlight in your eyes as someone else tilts your head upright.

And that’s all it took.

Lobbing your head off towards Spencer, your body pushes up the contents of your breakfast at his feet, your body shaking and your forehead sweating as he rips his vest off and holds it in front of you, catching the rest of your spewage before wrapping it up and setting it off to the side.

“You have a concussion, Y/N,” Spencer says kindly, the cool washcloth coming to your nose as he lightly dabs at the dried up blood coating your lips.

“Spencer…” you say, your eyes glistening as your stomach churns again.

Recognizing your face, Spencer reaches for the nearest trash can, holding it in front of you as the vomit starts to spew through your nose, tears flowing from your eyes as the medical team sets up a gurney to put you on.

“You’re going to the hospital,” Hotch says, taking your hand as you continue to heave into a trash can, feeling Spencer lay the cool washcloth on your neck as he leans his forehead into your temple.

“I’m going with her,” Spencer murmurs.

Shaking your head rapidly, you raise up your reddened, puffy and black eyes to meet his concerned gaze.

“T-they…need you here,” you stammer, your body shaking as the world starts to go in and out.

“I’m coming with you,” Spencer enunciates as the medical team takes your body from the chair and lays you on the gurney.

Reaching your arm out, your palm outstretched to the world, you feel Spencer lay his hand in it, walking alongside you as the medical team wheels you in to he elevator.

“Tell Hotch I’m so sorry,” you whisper, your eyes filled with tears.

“I will,” Spencer says, his concerned gaze filling with tears as he leans forward and kisses your forehead lightly just before the world goes black.