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jessikahathaway · 3 years

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Vegas, Baby - Part II

Pairing: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Accidental Marriage!AU

Warnings: Explicit Language

Words: 3.6 k

Here's the next part of Vegas, Baby guys! Hope everyone is staying safe and healthy out there! Love you!

You all rolled up into the club at around 9:00, ready to start drinking and getting a good buzz on before going to dance.

The second you hit the club, you felt a thrill rushing through your veins.

“Alright Y/N, start scoping them out,” Jessi said with a smile.

“They aren’t pieces of meat Jessi!” Lily reminded.

“Sorry sorry,” she apologized.

Heading towards the bar you found yourself with Jessi and Lily at your sides, leading the group. You realized you were in charge tonight. This was about you. Lifting your head a little higher you smiled as you all sat down at the bar. The tender was cute, but working and you didn’t want to bother him with your drunken antics.

“Alright Y/N, you’ve already got four men interested,” Jessi whispered, ordering a drink from the bartender.

“What?” you asked, moving to turn around when Lily pinched your hip. “Ow!”

“Don’t look, keep your air of mystery going. And you’ve just arrived, plenty of time to dance and see who you feel good with,” Lily reminded.

“Right, okay,” you said, ordering a drink from the bar as well.

You spent about half an hour trying to calm your racing heart, by dousing it in alcohol. But Jessi put an end to that rather quickly.

“Don’t drink too much or you’re definitely not going out of our sight tonight,” she warned.

“Sorry,” you said, ordering a glass of water to chill the buzz that was starting to fog up your head.

“I think it’s time for a dance,” Lily said after you had finished your water.

“Yeah, I feel like moving,” you said, hopping down from the stool carefully.

That’s when you saw him.

He was blending in with the crowd easily, but when you looked at his face, you knew he was different than everyone in this building. For one, he was gorgeous. A sculpted jawline that could cut marble. Dark eyes that made heat swirl in your stomach and long curly hair that looked perfect to tug on.

He was dressed in probably the most expensive clothes you’ve ever seen. Even though it was a simple white dress shirt tucked into some nice black dress pants, you saw the jewelry he wore blinking in the light. No doubt it was costly. One of his rings must’ve cost more than the dress you were wearing, easily.

But that didn’t stop the swirl of desire rushing through your veins.

“I think she found someone,” Jessi said, smile evident in her voice.

“Who-oh... Wow...” Lily trailed off, looking at him as well.

“What do you think Y/N? Wanna approach him?” Jessi asked.

“I-I don’t know,” you breathed.

As if sensing someone was looking at him, he turned away from the guy he was talking to and looked dead at you. It made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. But, you managed a small smile at him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Your awkward attempt at flirting from across the room seemed to work, cause a smile was returned.

“Oh my God!” Jessi yelped.

“He’s interested,” Lily confirmed.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go dance. He’s interested, he’ll come talk to you. But don’t make a move just yet,” Jessi said softly, pulling you toward the dance floor.

Getting in between the sweaty bodies made you a little uncomfortable, but the liquid courage in your veins made everything much easier. Jessi moved your body with hers, having you mimic her motions.

Soon there were plenty of men approaching, trying to get the chance to dance with you. But Jessi and Lily were quick to distract them with themselves. After what felt like an eternity, the man you saw earlier was making his way to the dance floor. Your heart sped in your chest, making you feel weak. But soon, the man was a few feet from you.

“Excuse me,” he said, his deep baritone vocals seeping into your bones.

“Yes?” you asked, looking at him with a shy expression.

“Care to dance?” he asked, holding his hand out to you.

Taking it shortly thereafter you were pulled into his frame. The scent of sandalwood and musk over took you, making your head spin pleasantly. The pair of you moved together tentatively, not quite familiar but not uncomfortably. A different song came on and the man before you took it upon himself to turn your body so your back was facing his front. Wrapping his arms around your waist he rested his head along the crook of your neck.

“I dare say, you are the most beautiful girl out here tonight,” he say, breathing onto your exposed skin.

“Thank you, you look amazing too,” you mentioned, feeling his cool rings against your bare skin from the cutouts in your dress.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N,” you answered.

“Y/N,” he repeated, letting the feeling of your name sit on his tongue.

“What’s your name?” you asked back.

“Vante,” he said quietly. You nodded, already knowing this wasn’t his real name. Maybe you shouldn’t have given him yours, but, it was too late to take it back now.

“So, what brought you here?” he asked, swinging his body to the beat and moving your body with his.

“My friends,” you said, trying to keep your mind level.

“Yeah? They brought you out? You’re not from around here are you,” he asked.

“What makes you say that?” you asked.

“This is my club, and I’ve never seen you here before. I’d certainly remember.”

You could feel his smile against your skin, and it made your heart jump into your throat. But, unlike with most men, you didn’t feel like he was playing with you, or trying to just get the small talk out of the way to get to the main event.

He felt... Genuine.

“I lost my job back home, and decided that a week in Vegas is what I needed before I move back in with my parents,” you admitted.

“I’m sorry to hear that you lost your job,” he said.

“Eh, it was a pretty basic office job, so I’m not too heartbroken over it,” you told him honestly.

“Well, I’m glad it brought you here,” he said, the smile never leaving his face.

“Me too,” you said quietly.

“How long are you in Vegas for?” he asked.

“A week, this is my first night,” you answered.

“I see, that isn’t very long,” he said, sounding almost disappointed.

“No, I wish I could stay longer,” you said.

“I’m sure your friends do too,” Vante stated.

The song ended and another one picked right up where it left off, but Vante moved away from your body and turned you around.

“I’ll tell the bartender that your tab is on the house. You and your friends, it was nice talking to you, I hope I see you again,” Vante said before moving to walk away.

“Wait!” you said.

Jessi would’ve slapped you for this.

“Did you want to... Get out of here, with me?” you asked, wincing as the words came out of your mouth.

“Well, as tempting as an offer that is. And believe me, it is extremely tempting, I’m afraid I have to decline. I have work to do tonight, but I wanted to stop by the club to see how everyone was doing before I headed out. But, enjoy the rest of your night Y/N,” he said. With that he stalked off towards the bar, leaving you in the middle of the floor alone.

“What the fuck,” Jessi said, coming up behind you.

“Did he just leave you here?” Lily asked, already looking like she was ready to fight.

“Don’t Lily,” you said, already feeling your blood beginning to cool.

“What do you mean? That dick just played you!”

As much as you wanted to agree with her and be mad, you couldn’t. Cause you didn’t see it that way. When Vante spoke, he seemed as though he was being authentic with you. You believed the only thing he lied about, was his name.

“Come on guys, I don’t want to dwell on it. Let’s get some more drinks,” you suggested heading towards the bar.

You sat down and the bartender smiled at you brightly.

“Mr. Vante says that you ladies have a free tab tonight! Enjoy! Everything is on the house,” he smiled.

“What?” Jessi said, turning to look at you.

“Oh yeah... He said that he owns this club,” you winced.

“And he gave you a free tab for the night?” Lily asked.

“Yeah...?” you said, confused.

“Oh babe, this isn’t over then,” Jessi confirmed.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“If he gave you a free tab, it means he wants you to come back! We’ll have to come back again!” Jessi said, drinking her screwdriver happily.

“I guess,” you said, already looking forward to the idea of seeing him again.

It was your last night in Vegas when you went back to Vante’s club. Dressed in Jessi’s red silk dress that cut off right in the middle of your thighs. She said she wanted to pay homage to your pop of color the first night you and Vante met. It would help you stand out more.

You were talking to the bartender, who’s name you found out to be Tyler. He was super nice and really chill, already getting you the drink you favored most the previous night.

“Thanks,” you smiled, taking a sip already.

“So, let��s see if he’s here tonight,” Jessi said, looking over the crowd with her razor sharp gaze.

The three of you started drinking and before you knew it you were tipsy.

Not to the point where you didn’t know what you were doing, but it was enough to get you feeling light.

Then, like a ghost, Vante appeared from the back. He looked just as good as he did the first day. Sharp, crisp and clean clothes adorned him. He appeared like a magazine model has come to life off the page.

His eyes met yours and a warm rush of heat flooded your system. He smiled and kept his eyes trained on you, coming forward through the swarm of people that separated you. Jessi and Lily instinctively left to go dance at that moment.

“Have fun,” Jessi whispered.

“Be safe,” Lily said, before following.

Vante approached you and placed a hand on the stool facing you.

“I thought I scared you off,” he said, looking at the liquor behind the bar.

“I don’t scare easy,” you said smiling.

“I’m glad, I was worried I wasn’t going to see you again before you left,” he said, pointing at the vodka bottle and getting it handed to him shortly thereafter. Shot glasses were placed on the counter next to the two of you and then Tyler was gone again.

“Unfortunately it’s my last night here, I have a flight tomorrow at 4:00,” you said to him.

“That is unfortunate,” Vante agreed.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have fun,” you offered.

“You’re right about that,” he said, pouring two shots.

“No work to do tonight?” you asked, hinting to when he turned you down.

“Fortunately for me I don’t,” he smiled, pushing a shot glass towards you.

He took his shot first. Shortly after you took yours. The burn traced your throat, filling your body with warmth. Vante poured another for himself, and took it, licking his lips at the end. Clearing his throat he looked to you.

“So, last night in Vegas, what are your plans?” he asked.

“I don’t really have any,” you said lamely, hoping he didn’t leave.

“Ah, so you’re free?” he said with another shot being pushed your way.

You took it and tossed it down, coughing lightly after.

“I am,” you said.

“That is nice to hear,” he said, taking his third shot in ten minutes.

Placing your hand on his wrist, you stopped him from pouring another one.

“Something wrong?” he asked, looking down at the alcohol then back to you.

“I-I uh...”

In all honesty you didn’t want him to get too drunk, it was nice just talking to him like this.

“Rough day for me, I’m afraid. Hence the eagerness to hit the booze,” he smiled sadly, as if it really pained him to admit it.

“I’m sorry, do you want to talk about it?” you asked, looking at him in concern.

“No, no that’s okay. Thank you for the offer though, that’s incredibly sweet,” he nodded.

“Well, if you ever are feeling in a sharing mood, maybe I can give you my number?” you asked. It was a long shot, because you were leaving tomorrow, but the idea of never speaking to him again made your heart sink into your stomach.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he smiled.

He handed you his phone and you plugged the number in, putting your name in at the top. Then, he held his hand out for yours, which you gave him.

“Are you going to put your real name in there?” you asked, suddenly unable to filter your words.

Vante just smirked.

“Very perceptive, knowing I didn’t give you my real name,” he said as he plugged in ‘Vante’ as the contact name.

“So that’s a no,” you said, taking your phone back and putting it in your purse.

“Don’t sound so disappointed. There’s a lot of power in names, you know,” he said.

“I guess,” you pouted.

“Don’t look so down,” he smiled, coming over to wrap his arms around your shoulder.

“I think I need another drink,” you confessed, waving Tyler down.

“The usual?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Mr. Vante? What would you like?” he asked.

“A manhattan, strong, with bourbon instead of whisky,” he ordered.

“Very good, I’ll be right back,” he said.

The two of you kept drinking and talking, exchanging pleasantries. But Vante seemed to dig into you, while you barely scraped the surface of him. And the problem was, the more you drank, the more your mind was swirling with the thought of him. His face and eyes boring into your flesh.

The last thing you remember before everything goes black are those beautifully sad eyes.

You woke up with a pounding headache. But the plushness of the pillows made up for the severe ache in your head. Cracking your eyes open you saw the light coming in through the window.

That’s when you realized.

You weren’t with Jessi and Lily...

Bolting up in bed you looked around. You were still in your clothes, thank God. But, where were you?

Looking in the bed next to you, you saw someone else sleeping. Still fully clothed as well. Your heart eased a little, until you figured out who it was.

It was Vante. Vante was sleeping next to you.

Had you slept with him last night?

You were still clothed, but that didn’t mean anything. Suddenly, a wave of nausea came over you, making you rush to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Rinsing your mouth out you heard shuffling in the other room.

Peaking your head out the door you saw Vante sitting up and examining the area just as you had done. Did he not remember anything either?

You walked into the room and saw Vante’s look of confusion turn to concern.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you answered.

“This isn’t the time to joke around Y/N, do you remember anything?” he asked.

“No, I don’t, the last thing I remember was sitting in the club with you,” you said.

He sighed and ruffled his hair. You couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at his attitude and morning voice. But, you weren’t here to be yelled at.

“Vante what’s going on?” you asked.

“I don’t know, I drank too much,” he groaned, laying down on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

“We didn’t drink that much, did we?” you asked, not really talking to Vante.

“I’m not sure, but my tolerance is pretty high. I shouldn’t have blacked out,” he said, concern lacing his features.

“Jessi, Lily!” you shrieked, shuffling through your purse that was unceremoniously thrown on the floor until you found your phone.

43 missed calls

76 messages

“Oh I’m so fucked,” you groaned. Then you looked at the time. And you screamed.

Vante jumped in the corner at the sound and you bolted up right and looked at the clock in the room. It wasn’t wrong.

4:38 pm.

“Shit! Shit shit shit!’ you cried.

“What?!” Vante yelled back.

“I missed my flight! And I don’t have the money to get back now,” you whimpered, already feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“Hey don’t cry,” Vante said, coming over and trying to calm you down.

But in the process of bringing your hand to your eyes to wipe them, you saw a glint in the light. Looking closer you noticed a simple, silver band over your finger.

“What the-”

“Oh fuck,” Vante said, looking down at your purse.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Without a word, he reached down and pulled out the piece of paper that was shoved inside.

Unfolding it and smoothing the wrinkles out, Vante held the piece of paper over you.

Squinting in the light you looked at the top.

Marriage License

“Oh fuck,” you whsipered. “What are we gonna do?” you asked.

“Well-I... I’m not too sure,” he whispered, rubbing his chin.

“I gotta call my parents,” you said, reaching to call them when Vante took your phone out of your hand.

“No, don’t,” he said.

“What do you mean? They’re expecting me to be on a plane back home!” you said.

“Y/N, we’re in big trouble. I don’t think you realize that,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I haven’t been completely transparent with you,” he sighed, rubbing his face.

“What do you mean Vante?” you asked.

“Firstly, my name isn’t Vante. It’s Taehyung,” he started.

“Taehyung,” you said softly.

“And I’m not some regular club owner,” he said.

“Okay...?”

“I’m a... a part of the Korean Mafia,” he whispered.

Panic surged through your body.

“Don’t fuck with me right now Vante-Taehyung!”

“I’m not fucking with you Y/N, I’m being deathly serious,” he said, voice chilling your skin.

“Okay, alright. Say you are a member of the Korean Mafia, what does that mean? Are you going to kill me?” You asked, fear trickling down your spine at the thought.

“No! No no, I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re legally my wife for christ sake,” he said.

“Then what’s the issue? We just get an annulment in a couple days and then we’re free. Issue solved. I can stay with Jessi and Lily until my parents can get me back home,” you said, already formulating a plan in your head.

“No, that’s not gonna happen,” he said quietly.

“What do you mean that’s not gonna happen?” you asked, shocked.

“You can’t just get an annulment with me,” he said, looking at the ground.

“Excuse me?” you asked, stunned at his words.

“If you leave me, it’ll make me look weak. And, you’re at risk of being hurt by stray members of the mafia. There are rivals who will use you to try to get to me now. Even if we aren’t married. You’re safest at my side for now,” Taehyung said, looking out the window.

“So, you’re saying my life is at risk because of this?” you asked, looking down at the marriage license with a sour taste in your mouth.

“Yes, unfortunately that’s the truth. You’re a part of this now, whether we like it or not,” he announced.

“Taehyung, what am I going to do? I can’t go back home and bring this to my parents, Jessi and Lily will murder me if I tell them. What do I do?!” you shrieked.

He whirled around and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“What we’re not gonna do is panic. That’s the last thing we need, so what we’re going to do is play the role. We got married on purpose, a secret ceremony. My parents aren’t going to like this either. But, we’ve been dating for a while, just not publicly. We were so madly in love that we couldn’t help but get married,” he said.

“What are you talking about!? I can’t just tell my parents that I got married in Vegas. I can’t tell Lily and Jessi that I got married to you last night! What can I do Taehyung? This is all such a huge mess,” you whimpered, breaking down into tears.

“Please don’t cry,” he said, kneeling down beside you.

“I can’t help it, I’m so overwhelmed.”

He sighed and rubbed your back until you calmed down a little. And then he spoke again.

“You’re telling your parents that you got a job opportunity here in the states and are staying here with Jessi and Lily. They won’t think twice about it. As for Jessi and Lily, we’re going to have to tell them the truth,” he said.

“We? You plan on explaining to my two best friends that I got hitched in Vegas drunk off my ass to a mafia member?” you exclaimed.

“If that’s what it takes, then yes,” he said.

“Jesus Taehyung do you hear yourself? I barely know you!”

“I know, I know, but I need you to trust me. Just trust me. I can offer you a life of comfort, your family will be safe and want for nothing. You just can’t leave me,” he said.

“Taehyung,” you said, still very uncertain.

“I promise you, I’m not lying. I give you my word,” he said, placing his hand over his heart. You saw his ring glinting in the light and you sighed.

“Fine. But I gotta talk to Jessi and Lily. Soon,” you said firmly.

“I’ll take you,” he said, already grabbing his keys from his pockets.

“Okay,” you sighed, looking down at your purse.

God, what had you done?

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writersrealmbts · 3 years

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Christmas: LIVE (for charity)

Description: You’re a middle-of-the-road youtuber, not super famous, but not unfamous. Golden Closet and V are much more famous, and they’ve agreed to meet up and do a charity live-stream with you!

“For the Christmas requests would you be able to do a Youtuber au? Where like Tae or Kookie do a charity stream with Y/n? Sorry it came so late it 😭😭”

Warnings: Fluff and stuff

Posted: 12/22/2020

Tags: taekook x reader

2,159 words

A/N: For anonny, here’s your request! Hope you like it! and it didn’t come late!

You kept working on your streaming setup, preparing for your guests for the charity stream. You figured more people were coming for them than you, since you weren’t as big as them on YouTube.

First was V, from Tiger Vante: real name of Kim Taehyung. He did gaming streams with your other guest, and published music now and then that he had quite the following for. Thoughtful videos and compilations of photos, and videos of projects he worked on. He even had a fashion line and made videos about other fashion things, like his fashion through the week. Other fashions, reviewing music and such, as well as doing projects using antique equipment. He was doing a photo study with different old cameras as he was able to, and he posted a lot of inspirational videos.

Your second guest was Jungkook from Golden Closet productions. He did a lot of gaming, was technically a professional gamer, and he also did music and video production. He did everything: art, singing, dancing, gaming, photography, video production--and he was constantly experimenting with new things. But his gaming was the big ticket.

You were a smaller YouTube channel. You had a few covers, and you did a parody song a year or so ago that garnered some attention. You did reactions, and you did some gaming streams, though not as many as your guests. You did a lot of chill games, with other games interspersed. You also did some makeup stuff, mostly stage makeup stuff that you carried over from college. Cooking. You did cooking streams, and sometimes you failed, other times you were successful. But cooking streams were some of your favorites.

You’d started doing the videos as a sort of...accountability. Your therapist recommended it to help you feel like you were doing more, because despite working eight hour workdays five days a week, you still struggled feeling like you were getting anything done and you sometimes lost track of days. It had helped, you were able to keep better track of things and you’d tried new things because of it. And somehow your fanbase had grown to let you cut your hours at your office job and relax a little more.

But today’s stream was to raise money for kids in the hospital, which was why you had V and Jungkook coming. The three of you would be doing various activities together and doing challenges to raise more money.

You arranged the snacks as well as you could, and then put on your elf hat. You’d already raised two hundred dollars just by wearing an elf costume for the stream.

“Hello?”

You stood up and smiled. “Hello! Nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

“I’m Taehyung when I’m offscreen, I’d be happy if you called me that. Offscreen anyway. Thanks for inviting me today! Oh, this is Jungkook!” V introduced the other gamer.

Jungkook sort of dipped his head, looking awkward.

You smiled at both of them. “Nice to meet both of you. Thanks for agreeing to do this with me. I know you probably have better things to do.”

“No way, this is for charity!”

“It’s a good cause,” Jungkook added, sort of looking at you strangely.

“Oh, the outfit. Someone donated 200 dollars if I would wear an elf costume for the stream. My choice for the costume, look okay?” You asked, reaching up to adjust the hat.

“It’s super cute,” Taehyung gushed, then looked over at the setup. “Ooh! Nice! That looks great! Can I set up over there?”

“Go ahead, do you need help bringing in equipment?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Our hyungs are here to help us set up and carry things. We’ll be ready to go in no time.”

“Great, I’ll just stand out of the way.” You backed up and they signalled their group to bring in their equipment.

Between the seven boys, all of the equipment was set up in no time and the three of you were settling down for the stream.

They wished you three a good stream and then scattered.

The three of you sat down, syncing and getting your own set ups going.

“So, we’re going to start, give it five minutes, and then we’ll start playing that game you suggested over chat?” You asked, making sure you had that linked and setting things up so that you wouldn’t have to worry about anything once you were actually streaming.

“Yeah, sounds good. That camera is filming all of us, and then we have our individual ones, right?” Jungkook nodded to the carefully mounted and angled camera.

You nodded, handing cords to both of them for the camera connection. “Took me a while to figure this set up out. Here.”

Taehyung eagerly took it and plugged it into his computer and then let you quickly set it up.

Jungkook had it set up before you finished with Tae.

“Alright, it’s almost time. Ready?”

“Yeah, so...who’s starting things?” Taehyung asked, looking at you.

“My idea, so I can open it if you prefer,” You offered, checking how you looked on camera and then sighing. You couldn’t do much about it now.

“Ok, now, do you have any extra fun holiday stuff?” Taehyung asked, flicking the bell on your hat.

“A santa hat and reindeer antlers headband, and various other more girly things for me to alternate with throughout the stream.” You gestured to a bag and got everything ready. “Set the stream to start on the hour?”

Jungkook nodded then grabbed the santa hat. “Solidarity.”

Taehyung happily put on the antlers headband. “So cute! Okay, now it feels even more festive. How long did it take you to make the background?”

“Oh, I spent a couple hours, no biggie. I did something similar last year for my christmas stream. I just spiced it up a bit this year. One minute.”

They pushed their chairs closer to yours, all three streams using the camera that got all three of you.

You watched the timer tick down, hoping that it was successful and that you raised a lot of money for the charity.

The first fifteen minutes were nothing too special, it was interesting playing with other people while they were in the room and Jungkook kept mumbling thanks for donations in between decimating you and Tae, and Taehyung had a constant conversation going--partially with you--while he played.

You gave everyone a brief update since you hadn’t streamed in a couple days and people were asking about your puppy. “He’s fine. He’ll be home soon.”

“What happened to your puppy?” Jungkook asked, not missing a beat and decimating you in the meantime.

“Nothing serious, he got hurt while we were walking in the woods. They removed his dewclaw on the one leg and stitched him up. He’s already almost ready to come home. I’ll have him home for Christmas. Thank you for your donation, bluegrey613!”

Jungkook glanced over. “Hey, we probably have some requests right now. Since you’re dead can you check the chats?”

“Sure. Let’s see...they want V to do aegyo.”

Taehyung quickly did some, just barely escaping death.

“We don’t have mistletoe, sorry, guys,” You told Jungkook’s chat. “Besides, I kind of doubt they’d want to--”

“Who needs mistletoe?” Taehyung asked, pausing the game.

Next thing you knew donation signals were popping up on all three screens as the boys planted kisses on either of your cheeks.

You stared at the screen, blinking rapidly and trying to recover as both of them went back to their game like nothing had happened.

You swallowed hard and tried to focus on the requests that were flying up your screen. “Um...thank you...agustD for donating...after that request. Um...hopeworld requests that we...all do cutesy poses? He’s offering 50.”

“Make it 100 and it’s a deal,” Taehyung responded, finally getting annihilated.

You scanned the comments, waiting for a response from the same and making faces as requested. “Ooh, while we’re waiting they want to know how we met. Tae, you should tell them that saga.”

“If they’re going to make us do something cutesy, then they better be offering more than a hundred,” Jungkook grumbled.

“So...we started talking online, played a couple of games together recently--offstream so that we could discuss the fundraiser, I think we all have some clips from that game that we’re compiling and that will be posted later,” Taehyung started explaining, checking you and Jungkook for affirmation. “Then we actually met in person today! That’s about it! It’s not much of a story, but it’s a good start, don’t you think?”

You exchanged a curious look with Jungkook after witnessing the wink Taehyung threw the camera. “Snack time?”

Jungkook nodded. “Before he calls himself a snack.”

Your nose scrunched up before you could stop it.

Taehyung laughed, booping your nose. “Not me. But she definitely is.”

You shook your head. “No snacks for you.”

“Hey, hopeworld agreed to 100. Pose,” Jungkook intervened as Taehyung started to fake pout.

All three of you managed to do some cutesy pose and hold it for a couple of seconds until the donation alert popped up with many names.

“Ah...okay...that was popular,” Taehyung said, looking a little stunned as more notifications rolled in.

“Blame Jungkook, he avoids it usually so it’s rare,” You informed him, smirked at Jungkook.

He shrugged. “If I didn’t hold back the world would fall to my cuteness.”

You snorted and turned back to the comments. “RM is requesting that you guys...and I lost it. Whoops.”

“Ooh, here’s one from JinJinJara, he wants us to make couple-y poses--like exaggerated couple pictures!” Taehyung chuckled. “Lets do it!”

“I don’t need to relive prom, thanks, I was fine missing it the first time,” you joked.

“It’s for charity,” Taehyung pouted.

You groaned and then complied.

Not that you were complaining internally about two hunky guys taking mock couple-photos. There was something nice about being held by someone stronger.

The rest of the stream passed by pretty quickly, doing requests from the boys channels since only four people were requesting on your stream--the same five. It was hard not to feel like it was out of pity, the longer the stream went the viewer count on yours went down, and went up on theirs. You double checked your stream but it was fine.

But it was for charity. You didn’t mind being less popular as long as you raised enough money to do some good.

“We should do this next year, and more often! Ooh, could we do a New Years stream?” Taehyung enthused toward the end. You guys had reached your goal while playing another game, and were trying to casually close the stream.

“We…can discuss it…later. Anyway, thank you everyone who was watching and who donated. The donation links for all three of our channels will be open until the 26th! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas from Santa’s workshop!” Taehyung added brightly. “Remember to have all grandmas avoid reindeer crossing sites!”

“And be nice to the elves! They’re doing their best,” Jungkook added, cracking a smile as he flicked your hat.

You rolled your eyes and waved to the camera, then all three of you ended your streams.

“Man. That was intense,” Jungkook murmured.

“So, my five requesters, they’re the friends waiting outside, aren’t they?” You guessed, having done the math.

“What? No. Of course not.”

“Why would you think that?” Jungkook asked.

“Because you guys jumped at every request they gave, usually egging them on for more money, but you were more reserved with every other request given to us. That usually indicates a personal relationship.” You leaned back in your chair, taking off the hat and smoothing your hair.

Taehyung shrugged. “They were going to donate anyway. They just wanted to get their money’s worth. They were technically on all of our streams, but you’re better at reading comments and playing the game so requests on your channel got through better.”

You rolled your eyes. “Boys.”

“We did really well,” Jungkook said softly. “We make a good team. We just need to improve your playing on a couple games.”

You smiled. “Maybe. Alright. So, as far as new years goes, I’ve got a few games we can play while being in different places if that would work better. But also do it at a different time than when people would normally be partying because otherwise it would be a bust.”

“Okay!”

“Sounds good. Want to go grab some food with us? My treat?” Jungkook offered, smiling at you.

You pause, but then nod. “Sure. That sounds great. We can come back after to get your stuff if you like.”

“Sounds like a magical plan to me!” Taehyung grinned at you and then kissed your cheek again. “You really should have put some mistletoe in here. That would have made it extra festive. I’ll go tell hyungs the plan.”

You definitely weren’t blushing.

#Christmas story madness #christmas story #taekook x reader #taekook #youtuber!au #Reader x Jungkook #reader x taehyung #reader x bts #bts fic

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Criminal Minds College AU - Chapter 7

Title: “I may just take your breath away”

Relationship: Jemily

Summary:

Hallowe’en chaos.

Slow-burn Jemily college AU where they live across the hall and despite all odds, the universe pushes them together. AKA they’re silly gay babies who pine after each other for months.

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Tumblr: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, (bonus scene), Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Epilogue

After trivia night, Emily Prentiss found her world had shifted slightly.

For the first time in her life, she had a friend group: a consistent presence of not only just Derek and the occasional Hotch, but also Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia and most importantly, Jennifer Jareau.

Emily noticed it most in the dining hall. Most mornings this semester, she would grab coffee and maybe an apple on her way to class. Now, she was invited to breakfast in the caf. And everyone was also invited, so the six of them began eating not only breakfasts together when their schedules lined up, but soon that melded to include dinners and the odd lunch between classes. While Penelope initiated at the beginning, soon this became a routine.

While they were all busy, and driven people, all with full course loads, extracurriculars and miscellaneous commitments, they managed to get the whole team together multiple times that week.

A few times, extra faces joined them. Penelope’s friend from class, Kevin… something, joined for a lunch on Wednesday. He sat shyly as Derek stared him down the entire time. On Thursday, somehow Hotch convinced their Criminology TA, David Rossi, who was part time Masters Student and part time weed dealer, to have lunch with the bribe of them using their guest pass so he could get a free meal. He reluctantly acquiesced, but seemed to enjoy himself. On Friday, the day before Halloween, Emily brought Tara Lewis, the MC from the Trivia night that was two years ahead of her in criminology, they ran into each other in the quad, recognizing each other. This open door policy made these dinners fun, with new faces alongside their team.

This was all new for Emily. Not having friends, that is, because Emily could always muddle along with some friends, and when she was younger she shaped herself easily into whatever the popular kids wanted her to be. No, it was new because it was so easy. The team, as they now called themselves as a shorthand, had fallen together so effortlessly.

Today was Halloween and they had plans at Dave’s student house, the shabby place that she had ran into JJ, Penelope and Spencer all that time ago. Had it only been a month? She felt like she had known them all for lifetimes by now.

It happened that way with Derek last year, the whole living together thing sped up that connection. Intimacy comes fast when you brush your teeth next to someone.

Emily was sitting at her desk, finishing up her makeup. She was aiming for a vampire, which wasn’t hard given her previous fashion aesthetic.

Yes, Emily did have a goth phase. She will admit it. Not to her new friends just yet, and Derek had been sworn to secrecy. She was now a much more toned down goth, more alt than goth, wearing mostly black but significantly less chains and make up.

Tonight, she wore her fishnets, a short black dress and a cape that was already tied around her shoulders. She had put a slightly too pale foundation on her face, down her neck, and was currently working on her eye liner. She carefully created elegant swoops over her lashes, coming to sharp points.

Next, she added a deep red lipstick. Blood red. It was all very spooky.

Finally, she struggled to test out the fake teeth insert that she had ordered online, slipping it over her top teeth. It fit surprisingly well.

“Happy Halloween,” she said to herself, testing out whether or not she had a lisp. She did. She didn’t care. It was perfect.

Emily did a couple of spins in the mirror on the back of the door. Turning off the overhead light, she looked at herself in the glowing light of her string lights.

She was satisfied. She looked like a hot vampire.

She grabbed her tote bag, which was filled with six miscellaneous beers and coolers that she had leftover from the last few weeks, knowing that she hated the cheap hoppy beer that Rossi would have at his party.

Emily was picky about her alcohol.

She glanced out the window, considering taking an extra layer. It was dreary outside, with the sky an eerie green and powerful gusts of wind rattling the window. Emily grabbed her leather jacket.

Hoisting her bag onto her shoulder and draping her coat over her arm, Emily peeked out of her door, looking out into the hall. In both directions were students in costume; she spotted a Frankenstein, a couple of cats and even someone dressed up in an inflatable t-Rex suit.

She made sure her door was locked and then walked down the hall to Derek’s room, who was at the very end of the hall, as he had lucked out and got a massive room with lots of windows, across from the showers.

She opened the door, finding just about all of their friends already there, sneakily drinking out of mugs, cups and water bottles.

Reid was a zombie, wearing tattered, bloody clothes and a full face of makeup that Emily assumed that Penelope did for him. Sitting next to his computer, queueing music for their pre, was Derek, dressed in a baseball jersey and hat, apparently as a baseball player. This was expected, he wasn’t big on Halloween. Hotch was… a devil? He wore all black and simply had devil horns on his head. Low commitment but the spirit was there.

Emily hoisted herself onto Derek’s bed and greeted her friends.

Spencer was sneaking up behind Derek, peeking his head over his shoulder. Derek, at that moment, seemed to be texting, squinting down at his phone.

“I’m going to eat you!” Spencer yelled into Derek’s ear, causing the larger man to jump to his feet, swatting at the boy in his fright.

Emily laughed at her friend’s distress. He really didn’t like Halloween that much.

“Are you ready for a spooktacular evening?” Spence asked, making his voice wobbly as he put on a dramatic effect. He shone an orange, pumpkin patterned flashlight under his chin.

“Of course,” Emily lisped, “In fact, I vant to drink your blood!”

She lunged forward, and Spencer hid from her behind Derek. It was silly but she could tell how much he liked Halloween, he had talked about it all week, and she couldn’t help but adopt a lispy vampire voice to go with her costume. Though the boy was only two year younger than them, his thin frame and wide eyed expression made him seem much younger.

“Your teeth are excellent,” Spencer pointed out, “Very realistic.”

“I don’t get the hype about Halloween,” Derek said, “Disguises? Pass. Horror movies? No thank you.”

“Booooooo,” Emily protested, “Don’t be a buzzkill, Morgan. Let us have a little fun.”

The door opened again, and Penelope, followed by JJ, joined them.

“Is my statuesque god of sculpted chocolate thunder being lame again?”

“He barely dressed up,” Emily complained.

“Neither did Hotch!” Derek said, gesturing to Hotch’s devil horns.

“Hey, at least I bought these at the party store,” Hotch said, “I’m sure both of those are items from your own closet.”

Derek did not confirm or deny this. Emily knew he wore the same get up last year.

“So when should we be there?” JJ asked.

She was dressed as a witch, with an oversized pointy hat perched on top of her head, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders in perfect curls. She wore a purple dress and tall boots to go with her witch look. She and Penelope joined Spencer on the floor, sitting with their backs to Derek’s closet and cracking open a beer for JJ and a fruity cooler for Penelope.

With large wings, glittery make up and an adorable skirt, Penelope was clearly dressed up as a fairy, which was entirely apropos to who she was as a person. In fact, it was not entirely dissimilar from her normal outfits.

“Rossi said to come by eight,” Hotch said, “So in party talk he means nine-thirty earliest.”

“It’s, what?” Derek checked the time on his laptop, “Eight fifteen now, so we can pre here for an hour or so then start walking over.”

“Yeah,” Hotch said, “His house is just off campus.”

“The weather is crazy out,” Penelope said, looking out the window. The trees were swaying and the leaves were blowing everywhere.

“We could take a cab?” Emily offered, “I’d rather avoid getting leaves in my hair tonight.”

There were some nods, then they got back to preing, playing a few rounds of King’s Cup to ensure that all of them were sufficiently drunk before they left.

Morgan put on his new playlist, not “For The Boys (and emily)” this time, but one titled “Team Vibez” that Emily had seen him make during their lecture on Thursday. It had a lot of his normal songs, some top hits, but a few fun pop songs that Emily knew he added for Penelope, and even some classic rock for Hotch.

At this point, Emily was feeling buzzed. She had two cans discarded in the bin, both hosting lipstick prints from her dark red vampire lips.

JJ was currently chatting with Hotch about some student government scandal that was happening at the time. While politics gave Emily the heebie jeebies, she had reluctantly joined the Criminology Academic Society. It would give her a leg up on grad school applications, for one, and so far, even as a low-level member, she found she was actually making a difference for her classmates. This meant that Emily, despite her deepest urges to not touch political scandals with a ten foot pole, knew exactly what they were talking about.

As the two discussed the student politicians—there were some minor accusations of nepotism, embezzlement and coverups by the undergraduate executive—Emily looked at JJ. Her brows were furrowed in concentration and she was gesturing wildly with her hands as she talked about how badly they were handling their crisis communications.

Suddenly, interrupting this discussion, their phones blasted out a siren, followed by a chorus of the same robot voice announcing an emergency alert.

“National Weather Service: TORNADO WARNING in this area until 10:15PM EST,” the robot announced, “Take shelter now in a basement or an interior room on the lowest floor of a sturdy building.”

They looked at Derek’s three, large windows, and watched as large gusts of wind sent leaves barrelling down the street.

“If you are outdoors, in a mobile home, or in a vehicle, move to the closest substantial shelter and protect yourself from flying debris,” it continued. “Check media.”

Then, their phones went silent and Derek’s music continued unheeded.

“A tornado?!” Penelope said, “Here?”

The window rattled. Derek stood up and hesitantly moved away from it.

Penelope grabbed Derek’s computer, her hands moving in a flurry.

“Ok so,” she began, “from what I can gather from the good old Internet, we’re in a region of extreme winds and the meteorologists are thinking that funnel clouds and tornados are possible this evening.”

“So much for Halloween,” Spencer whined.

“Party is definitely off,” Hotch said. “We should probably take shelter. Is there a basement here?”

“There’s the laundry room?” Emily said.

Adrenaline started pulsing through her veins. She’d been through some severe weather before in her life but never a tornado, nor did she expect one. They were in the north east, nowhere near tornado Alley.

They all stood, making a move for the basement, when the lights flickered once, twice, then shut off entirely. Rain begin to fall down, hard onto the windows, and the boom of thunder filled their ears.

“Shit,” Emily said. “Anyone have a candle?”

---

Ten minutes later, the six of them were seated in a circle, on the strange carpeted floor of the laundry room, with the severe weather making the wind howl outside. Between JJ’s two candles, which were very against the rules, and Derek’s laptop screen, they had enough ambient light to see, but it was all very spooky.

The room smelled damp and earthy, with a strange combination of laundry soaps and dryer sheets. They had to move a spare sock to form a circle around the candle. It looked very much like a séance, so that did fit the Halloween spirit.

“Well,” Hotch said, “At least this is festive.”

Derek was still queuing his music, filling the silence with his DJ skills.

“Aren’t you worried about your battery life?” JJ asked, “What if the power doesn’t come on in the morning.”

“Then I have a great excuse not to finish my essay,” Derek said with a shrug.

“Fair point.”

“Anyways,” Derek continued, “No sense giving up on our party. We have drinks, we have music and thanks to JJ we have illegal candles.”

“They’re not illegal!” She protested, “Simply very against res rules! I like lighting a candle while I study.”

“It’s lucky that there was no one left in res because of Halloween,” Emily said. “Or we would've had a bunch of party crashers.”

“This is better,” Penelope, “Team bonding!”

“What should we play?” Hotch said, “we don’t really have much to work with.”

“This is all very high school,” Penelope said, “A couple of kids, in a basement, sitting in a circle on the floor…”

“With a tornado tearing through our city…” Emily quipped.

“Statistically speaking for this region we are more likely to experience dangerous winds rather than an actual tornado. Worst case is that fallen tree branches hit power lines, or fall onto houses or cars.”

“So you’re saying that we’re in the worst case scenario right now?” Hotch said.

“Yup.”

Hotch frowned.

“How about we play truth or dare?” Penelope changed the subject.

“I’m down,” Emily said, surprising herself. “If everyone else is.”

“I’ve never played!” Spencer said.

“Never?” JJ asked. “Not at any sleepovers.”

“I didn’t get invited to many sleepovers.”

“Neither did I,” Emily admitted, “Some parties I went to played it too.”

JJ looked at her, there was a brief look of sympathy, and then understanding on her face. Emily made note of that.

“I guess we’re playing,” Hotch murmured.

“Derek,” Penelope purred, “Mon cher, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he said defiantly, bracing himself with a swig of whatever was in his water bottle.

“Who is the prettiest fairy in the basement?”

“You, of course,” he replied with a wink.

“Gross!” Emily exclaimed, “Truth or dare is not for flirting. Hotch: truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Show us the… most embarrassing photo of you on your phone.”

He frowned.

“I don’t take many photos.”

“Try,” Emily urged with a laugh.

He fumbled in his pockets, grabbing his phone and scrolling through his photo album for a few minutes.

“It’s from high school,” Hotch said with a sigh. “I was in a play.”

He held up a photo of him in a pirates outfit, he looked smaller, younger than he did now. His hair was shaggy and his face rounder. He was pointing the sword at the camera.

“Who’s the girl?” JJ asked.

“My girlfriend Hayley,” Hotch said, “we’re long distance now. I joined the play to get close to her and it seems to have worked.”

“That’s not embarrassing,” Penelope said, “that’s adorable. Try again.”

“Oh I have one!” Emily said, pulling up her Snapchat memories. She had a photo of him conked out in a lecture last year. His mouth was open and his head conked back, fast asleep in a dimly lit lecture hall. Emily had taken a series of these photos before waking him up.

“Now that’s what i'm talking about,” Derek said.

“How can you fall asleep during lecture?” Spencer asked in horror.

Hotch shrugged.

“I was tired, we had a game the night before,” Hotch said. “Morgan: Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I don’t know any dares,” Hotch looked around for help.

“He could play the tinder game?” Emily said.

“What tinder game?”

“Oh that’s a good one,” JJ said, “Derek opens tinder and we randomly tell him which way to swipe and see who he matches with.”

Derek groaned. Opening the app and placing it down onto the carpet.

“Right!” JJ said to start.

A match.

“Left?” Hotch said, it came out more like a question.

“Right,” Emily said. Another match.

Left, right, left, right. New message from a recent match, left, right, right, right, right. Derek looked on in horror.

“Ok I think he’s had enough,” Emily said with a laugh.

“Derek it’s your turn,” Penelope said.

Derek sighs in relief.

“Uhhh, Pretty Boy,” he turned to Reid. Thinking for a moment. “Have you ever smoked before?”

“Smoked what? Cannabis, tobacco? Something else. Be specific.”

Emily’s jaw dropped.

“I dunno man,” Derek said, “I was talking about weed but go off.”

“I have.”

“How?” JJ said, “You’re like sixteen! I haven’t even smoked weed.”

“Me neither,” Penelope said, sounding outright disappointed.

“I believe it,” Hotch said. “He has a Juul.”

“Seventeen now,” Spencer said. “Kids in my first degree found it funny when I performed actions that they deemed mature for my young age.

“What?” Penelope said. “But you were sixteen last week.”

“It was my birthday on Wednesday,” he said.

“And we missed it?” JJ asked.

Emily decided not to inform them that her birthday had been a few weeks back as well.

“It’s no big deal,” Spencer said, “I don’t really do birthdays.”

“Well I do birthdays!” Penelope said, “and you’re getting one.”

Emily could see the gears turning in Penelope’s head.

“Wait you haven’t smoked weed?” Emily said. She didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but hell, it was college.

“I’ve never been offered,” Penelope said with a shrug.

“You have a Juul, Spence?” JJ said.

He shrugged.

“Anyways,” Derek said with a laugh. “Reid it’s your turn to ask.”

And the game continued roughly the same for a few more rounds, with some truths, some dares, a lot of drinking and a fair amount of laughter.

Emily learned that JJ likes some angry rock music when she’s upset, that Penelope has committed several federal crimes, that Reid used to coach basketball in high school, that Derek has been posing nude for art classes on campus for extra cash, and that Hotch has never successfully completed a word search in his life.

The dares were limited, because frankly they were basically hiding out in a basement during what might actually be a tornado. Emily was dared to do an impression of Hotch, which wasn’t good and involved a lot of eyebrows and frowning. After, JJ was forced to leave her snapchat at Garcia’s mercy for the entire night. Other dares involved dancing, attempting gymnastics, and seeing whether or not Reid fit into the dryer. He did.

The game finally had played out when it was Hotch’s turn again to ask.

“JJ, what’s your greatest fear?” Hotch asked.

“Mr. Serious over here,” Derek said with a whistle.

“Probably the woods,” JJ replied.

“Why?” Spencer asked, tilting his head.

JJ grabbed a candle, holding it under her chin much like Reid did earlier.

“I used to be a camp counselor, when I was a teenager. In the woods up in Vermont.”

She leaned forward. Emily didn’t know she worked at a camp. It made sense. She pictured her in a camp t-shirt making a bracelet. It suited her.

“I had the night shift. I tucked the girls in, turned off the lights. The typical drill. Everything seemed fine; all the kids were asleep. You know, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.”

Another dramatic pause, both Spencer and Derek had leaned in, invested in the story.

“Until I noticed there was some blood, on the hallway floor. So, I followed the blood trail out to the camp director’s cabin, walked up to his bed and he was just lying there, underneath his covers. Dead!”

Penelope gasped. The room was silent.

“Someone stabbed him. I ran out of there so fast, out the door, down the hall. I just remember it… being really dark. Once I got to the door, there was another counselor there. I guess she heard me scream.”

JJ set the candle down, looking at the flame flicker. This couldn’t be real, Emily thought, this had to be a joke.

“They caught the caretaker on his way to town, I guess he still had the knife on him.”

“Anyway, I guess that’s probably when I decided I didn’t like the woods.”

“You’re serious?!” Derek demanded.

“No!” JJ said with a laugh. “You bought that! I’m kidding!”

“So are you afraid of the woods?” Emily asked.

“Yeah,” JJ said, “They’re spooky I don’t know.”

They all laughed at that.

Emily glanced at her phone; they had been down here for almost two hours. According to Penelope’s intermittent checks on the status of the extreme weather, most of the city was experiencing black outs, but there was no sign of an actual tornado. They were still supposed to take shelter for the next hour or so, just in case.

In this time, Emily was close to five drinks in, with only one left in the basement. A growing pile of empties had built up around them, and Hotch had pulled out a small bottle of whiskey in addition to his beer, passing it around the circle. Having recently turned 17, the group had officially decided to give Spencer a beer, which he nursed slowly, wincing at the bitter taste.

“Emily,” JJ turned to her and looked mischievous. “Truth or dare?”

She felt her heart flutter.

“Truth.”

“Hmmm…” JJ said, “Where was the weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?”

Emily found herself blushing at the memory.

“Oh god,” Emily buried her face in her hands. “IHOP parking lot.”

“What?”

Emily nodded, downing the last of her beer.

“No further questions,” she proclaimed as she opened her next drink.

“I think that should conclude Truth or Dare,” Penelope said, “It’s time for another sleepover classic, since some of you are sleepover virgins.”

She grabbed Derek’s water bottle, plopping it down onto the carpet and spun it.

“Spin the bottle!”

Emily went pale. What was Penelope doing? She stared into her drunk, not daring to look at anyone else.

“That doesn’t seem very sanitary,” Spencer said.

“Boo,” Penelope, “You’re no fun. It’s a classic! And we’re all friends, it’ll be fun. Hotch you spin first.”

He looked horrified, but took the bottle. There was no getting in the way of Penelope Garcia’s will.

“The rules are simply: kiss or you have to finish your drink?,” Penelope said, “Got it?

Hotch nodded, he spun the bottle. It went around the circle, once, twice, three times, then landed clearly on himself.

“How do I kiss myself?” he said, deadpan.

“Drink!” Emily told him. He downed his last beer.

Derek spun next, rubbing his hands together nervously as it went around and around. It landed on Penelope.

“Come here, chocolate thunder!”

Derek took his baseball cap off, turning it backwards. Penelope pulled his shirt towards her, tugging on him as their lips met. They both closed their eyes, she could hear JJ giggle at the sight.

“Was that the only reason we’re playing this?” Spencer asked, “So that you could kiss Morgan?”

“Maybe?” Penelope, “What’s it to you, boy-genius!”

He put his hands up in surrender, it was his turn.

He spun the bottle awkwardly, so that it rocked back and forth in addition to spinning. It went around once before landing on JJ.

Emily wasn’t sure what to think about that. On one hand, he was just a kid and the kiss wouldn't be anything, but on the other hand, Emily was jealous that she didn’t get a kiss.

“Come here, Spence!” JJ said, making a grabbing motion at the boy and laughing.

He leaned in with his eyes closed, Emily wouldn’t be surprised if he told them he hadn’t done even this before. JJ put a hand on his face, turned it gently, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Derek clapped him on the back and made a comment about it being ‘pretty boy’s first kiss,’ and Reid simply sat and blushed as he busied himself with drinking some of his beer.

Emily’s turn. She tried not to cross her fingers and pray for JJ, but it happened anyways. It landed on Derek. Emily sighed dramatically.

“Ewwww,” Emily mock protested.

“Come on, princess,” Derek jeered, “You know you want some of this!”

He lifted his t-shirt up and rubbed his hands down his abs.

“Put that away sir!” she covered her eyes.

“Oh come here,” she said, leaning in. They kissed on the lips with a loud ‘mwah!’ noise.

“That was cute,” Hotch commented.

Emily fake gagged, while Morgan tried to wipe her red lipstick off him.

Last was JJ in the circle. She spun it casually. Emily tried to read her facial expression, wondering if JJ, too, wanted it to land on Emily.

See, Emily was starting to believe that JJ liked her back. She was single, and for all Emily knew, she was straight, but the more Emily got to know her, she got queer vibes. She played soccer! Her nails were short and-

Emily couldn’t think of any other things that moment, as she was currently freaking out about the spin the bottle situation that was presently unfolding.

The moment in the bathroom, Emily thought, that was something! The way she looked at Emily… she was sure that she felt JJ’s eyes on her linger.

The bottle landed on Emily. They had to kiss. It was part of the game.

Holy shit.

Penelope squealed and Emily could feel the entire room's eyes on her, except JJ whose eyes were on the ground.

Emily could hear her heartbeat. She desperately wanted to kiss JJ but did she want to under these circumstances? For a dare?

JJ looked at her. Blue eyes staring into brown. She could hear her blood rushing in her ears. She found herself leaning forward, only slightly. JJ did the same. Her lips parted, her eyes hungry.

Emily shifted forward, she sat with her legs tucked under her, bracing herself with her arms. JJ was cross legged, her arms free to grab at her face. JJ’s hands tugged her forward.

Their lips met.

It was uncertain, chaste, soft. Then, JJ’s hands pulled her closer. They were pressed together, heads tilting so that their noses didn’t bump.

Jennifer Jareau was kissing her. They were kissing!

Emily’s brain short circuited. JJ filled her senses; the blonde’s vanilla perfume and soft lips and the taste of alcohol on her tongue.

Oh god, her tongue.

Emily did not want it to end. Their mouths opened and their tongues slid against each other, feeling so perfect and sending Emily’s blood racing away from her face and noticeably south.

JJ was incredibly hot and Emily desperately wanted to do more than kiss her. Or kiss her like this forever. Her ams were caressing her cheek and tangled in Emily’s hair, pulling her closer.

The lights flickered on; they had power, again. JJ pulled away from her, sharply.

Emily sat back, sitting up straight. The room was luckily too distracted by the lights to notice how out of breath Emily was. Or that they probably shouldn’t have passionately made out on a dare.

JJ wouldn’t meet her eye, but Emily could see her own lipstick on the other girl’s lips. Emily blinked at the bright light, started by the sudden return of the electricity after she had become accustomed to the dim light of the candle.

“What impressive timing,” Spencer murmured.

Taking the lights as a good sign, Penelope checked on the emergency alert. It was over and they were safe to go back upstairs. She found out that a few downed trees were the cause of the outage and there was never an actual tornado. No one was hurt but there was a bit of property damage throughout the city.

Without the atmosphere of the candle light, and the likelihood of a RA doing a check of the building, they decided that that was the end of their party. They gathered up their empties, and blew out the candles.

As they finished up cleaning, all making sure not to leave any trace of their illicit affairs, Emily tried to quell her racing heart and blushing face, completely unable to look anyone in the eye.

The door opened, their RA was there. Erin Strauss. She was a hardass.

“What are you all doing down here?” she demanded.

They all stood, stock still, jaws dropped, smelling of alcohol and clutching clinking tote bags.

“Erin,” Emily said, trying to sound as sober as possible despite the five plus drinks in her system, “We were simply following the directions on the emergency alert.”

“Yes! It said to seek shelter from the storm and the basement seemed the best for that,” Penelope said.

“Uhuh,” Erin said, “What’s in the bag?”

The bag clinked.

“Oh just some garbage,” Emily said, lying through her teeth. “We had some snacks.”

“Sure,” Erin said, not believing them.

Emily tried not to sway, but did not feel steady on her feet. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or her recent kiss with JJ.

For a second, Emily was sure that their RA would bust their asses, but the girl simply sighed and told them to go to bed, muttering about how dealing with non-existent tornadoes wasn't part of her job.

The six of them scurried upstairs, all freaked out about their near-miss with a write-up.

Reid disappeared up to his room, then JJ and Penelope walked down the hall to their’s. Emily slipped into Derek’s avoiding Erin Strauss’ watchful eye, helping Derek steady a very drunk Hotch.

Hotch, who had probably had a little too much of that whiskey, stumbled into Derek’s room and decided to sleep on the floor. Emily placed a water bottle next to him, and placed him in recovery position, glad for the distraction from the blush that refused to leave her face or the lingering taste of JJ on her lips.

She walked slowly down the hall back to her own room, the events of that evening playing back in her mind. She threw herself onto her bed, dazed by her situation.

Emily fell asleep with vampire make up still on her face that night.

#criminal minds #cm #criminal minds tv #jemily #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #gravelyhumerus cm college au #prentiss x jj #jemily cm #fanfiction #fanfic #criminal minds fic #my post #my writing #this is such a chaotic chapter!!!#enjoy!!!!

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Ron scolding Harry for not concern about Hermione and Krum's "relationship"("He is much older! he could perfectly take advantage of her, you know?") Harry gets tired of his claim and tells Ron about his conversation with Viktor in which he asked if Harry and her were more than friends. "If he bothered in finding out if she had feelings for someone else I don't think he's got bad intentions, mate. Just relax". How would Ron react?Relieved?Still wants to look out for her? What would he tell Harry?

Hi Anon! I have written quite a few conversations between Harry/Ron regarding Krum for Completely Mental, and this prompt was very similar, so I didn’t want to re-invent the wheel!

I hope you enjoy my take on the Yule Ball! Check out the rest of the story in the link above if you like these moments ;).

The Yule Ball

Well, this was fun.

Harry was sitting frozen between Parvati and Ron at the Yule Ball, unsure what to say to either one of them.

Parvati probably wanted him to ask her to dance. He should ask, if he were to be a good date.

But if he got up and left, Ron would look like even more of an idiot, and Harry was already embarrassed enough for him. So he should stay with Ron, if he were to be a good friend.

His dilemma was solved when two Beauxbatons boys showed up to their table, offering their hands to Parvati and Padma.

"Do you mind?" Parvati asked in Harry's direction.

He shook his head.

Padma didn't even ask Ron- she took his hand and hurried back to the dance floor as if she couldn't get away from Ron fast enough.

Harry looked over at his best friend. Ron was dressed head to toe in maroon lace, wearing a scowl that told everyone at the ball to keep their distance. He stared out toward the dance floor, angrily watching Hermione and Krum. He didn't even seem to notice that his date had left, nor had he even thanked Harry for getting him a date. He hardly acknowledged the favor, and had barely spoken two words to Padma all evening.

Following Ron's gaze out to the dance floor, Harry spotted Krum, twirling Hermione to a fast paced song he didn't know. His view of Hermione and Krum was momentarily obscured by another couple, and Harry felt his own heart sink.

Cho and Cedric were huddled close together deeper in the throng of dancers. Cedric's lips brushed her ear, and she was laughing at whatever he had just whispered. Harry scowled as they turned, and he noticed how low his hands were on her waist. He willed himself to look away, and any annoyance he felt toward Ron dissipated as he swelled with empathy for his best friend.

"We could just leave, you know?"

Ron's expression didn't change, he just turned his scowl onto Harry. Harry flinched under his intense glare. "So Vicky can have a moment alone with her?" Fuck that."

Harry leaned away, looking at Ron incredulously. "Ron, they're just dancing. If it's bothering you so much, you don't have to watch them."

Ron didn't appear to have heard him, but now that the elephant in the room had been acknowledged he couldn't seem to shut up.

"When has she ever spoken to him? I don't understand how they even know each other."

Harry shrugged. He didn't understand that either. He had assumed that Hermione was always either spending time with them, or studying, but evidently she had a social life beyond Harry and Ron that neither knew anything about.

"She doesn't even think he's attractive, do you remember what she said about people only liking him because he's famous? What's she playing at?"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted again.

"He's so much older too! That's just creepy, don't you think?"

Harry had considered that— it's true, Krum was older than Hermione, but Hermione was also older than both Harry and Ron, so Hermione might not see it that way.

Maybe they did know each other, and she liked him for reasons beyond the fact that he was famous. Harry had no way of knowing. However, it was also possible that she was at the ball with Krum for one very simple reason: he had asked her first.

After all, neither Harry nor Ron were at the ball with their preferred dates. Harry looked out at the crowd and wondered how many other students were actually here with their first choice partners. Harry hoped not Cho, and for Ron's sake, not Hermione.

"He's totally using her! He's gonna regret taking her to the ball, I'll make sure of it."

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron. In moments like this, Ron was more bark than bite. Harry doubted that he would even be able to get a word out to Krum if he ever actually approached Ron. He'd probably just end up asking for his autographic, and then beating himself up about it later.

Unfortunately, Harry was proven wrong when Krum turned and walked briskly toward the pair.

"Hello, Harry," said Krum as he approached. Harry looked up and expected to see Hermione, but she was no longer with him. "Ron, correct?"

Krum looked over at Ron, but he didn't answer, he just continued to scowl.

"Okay… Harry, Hermy-own-ninny has gone to the loo, I vas hoping ve could sit with you and haf drinks?"

Harry was about to answer in the affirmative, but was cut off by Ron.

"Why are you here with Hermione?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Ron's face was growing redder. "Why are you here with her? You know she's only fifteen, right?"

Krum looked shocked. "I'm sorry, if you think I haf the wrong intentions. I just enjoy her company, that is all. Hermy-oh-ninny and I get along very vell."

Ron scowled at him and sank further back into his seat. "Hermione. Try that again."

"Vat?"

Ron raised his voice. "Her-my-oh-nee. You're saying her goddamn name wrong. Has she never corrected you?"

"Oh. No, she hasn't." Krum looked over at Harry, as if willing him to back him up. Harry shrugged and shook his head. He had no idea what Ron was going for, nor how to stop him.

"Why couldn't you just go with someone else? You have so many other girls following you around because you're a famous Quidditch player, and you have to go with Hermione? Why?"

"I'm sorry, when I asked her it seemed like she vas available. I didn't know you haf feelings for her. She didn't tell me."

"I don't!" Harry scoffed as Ron shouted at Krum. Who was he kidding? "She's my friend, and you should keep your hands off her."

Krum narrowed his eyes at Ron. "If you vanted to come to the ball with her, you should haf asked."

He made to walk back to the dance floor, but turned around to look back at Ron before adding, "I von't tell her about this conversation."

Harry stared wide eyed at Krum as he turned on his heels and hurried toward the dance floor, where Hermione had returned. Ron continued to scowl at him as he leaned down to kiss Hermione on the cheek before turning toward the bar. She smiled and blushed.

Ron's clenched his fists. "Did he just kiss her?" He asked rhetorically. Hermione then spotted him, and hurriedly bid Fred and Angelina goodbye before making her way to the boys. Ron continued to scowl at her as she approached and Harry met her confused gaze with yet another shrug and shake of his head.

Krum must have kept his promise to Ron, because Hermione was clearly not privy to the conversation that had just occurred.

"It's hot, isn't it?" said Hermione, fanning herself with her hand. "Victor's just gone to get some drinks."

Ron gave her a withering look.

"Viktor?" He said. "Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?"

Harry winced, aware that a blazing row was coming, and he didn't want to get caught in the crossfire— again.

"What's up with you?" she said.

"If you don't know," said Ron scathingly, "I'm not going to tell you."

Harry froze, looking between his two best friends. Ron might as well have told Hermione everything she seemed to suspect, but didn't know. He watched understanding creep onto Hermione's face as her expression turned from anger to pity. He studied Hermione's expression- there was definitely more nuance to it than that, but Ron's rudeness combined with her frustration at him for nearly calling her a troll, however indirectly, left her looking at Ron like he was back in first year trying to cast Wingardium Leviosa with a the wrong hand motion and incorrect pronunciation.

Whatever his intentions were, they didn't matter, he was doing this all wrong. Hermione's attempt to mask her hurt resulted in a condescending scowl.

And that look set Ron off.

The two erupted into an argument, and Harry wished he could get up and leave without having them turn their anger back onto him.

He listened to Ron backtrack, trying to convince Hermione that the root of his anger was that Viktor Krum was from Durmstrang, and in direct competition with Harry. He continued to catch glimpses of their argument, unsure if he should try to mediate.

"Who's got a model of him up in their dormitory?" Hermione asked shrilly.

She had a point, but Ron ignored her.

At one point, Ron must have noticed how obvious his true feelings were because he stooped pretty low to hide them. "Obvious, isn't it? He's Karkaroff's student, isn't he? He knows who you hang around with… he's just trying to get closer to Harry— get inside information on him— or get near enough to jinx him—"

Hermione looked as though Ron had slapped her. And if words could slap someone, nothing would be more effective than Ron's implication that Victor's supposed interest in her was nothing more than a play to get ahead in the tournament. Her voice shook when she spoke next, biting back tears. "Ok. If I'm hearing you correctly, you think that there must be another motive for Victor to want to spend time with me. Because he's an international quidditch star, and could have any girl at this school, it makes no sense to you that he'd come to the ball with a… troll."

Harry snapped his head back toward Ron to see him contorting his face in a mixture of confusion and regret. "No, that's not what I meant."

But Hermione hadn't heard him. She had already stormed off, and was briskly walking back toward the dance floor, hastily wiping her eyes in an effort to compose herself.

Harry looked back over at Ron, who was avoiding his eye contact. Everyone around them had started staring, and Harry wished they wouldn't. Not for his sake, he was used to shrugging off attention, but for Ron's.

"I'm going to go." Ron stood up, and looked around, blushing as he noticed he had an audience.

Harry nodded as he watched Ron storm away through the doors of the great hall.

It was going to be a long night.

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dreaming-of-seoul · 4 years

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Well, about last Friday night

Pairing: BTT x reader [platonic]

[Originally posted on my Wattpad. I don't own Hetalia, but I own this work. Don't copy. Reblogging, commenting and liking on the other hand is totally fine and I appreciate it.]

You let out a sigh when you unlocked your front door. You just had another world meeting. It was the same as usual. Alfred and Arthur started to fight at one point, Ludwig got irritated and yelled that everyone should shut up. The meeting ended without progress.

You walked to your couch and laid down. You turned your television on. After flipping through some channels, you decided to open Netflix. You turned your favourite series on and watched it until your phone lit up.

You grabbed the device and opened Messages. There were incoming texts from the Awesome! group. Gilbert made the group and he added Antonio, Francis and you.

Gilbert: It's me, the awesome Prussia. Who wants to go to a bar after the unawesome meeting of today?

Antonio: Sounds great! I have to feed my turtles first. See you in the bar!

Francis: Oui, I could use a drink or two to forget the terrible meeting of today.

Gilbert: What about you (Y/n)? Are you coming?

(Y/n): I don't know guys. I want to go, but binging a series is also really tempting.

Francis: We are more fun! Please (Y/n)? You can watch the series tomorrow.

(Y/n): You are right. Where shall we meet?

Gilbert: There is a new karaoke bar. It's called Moonlight Sonata or something like that. See you at 10.00 p.m..

Francis: See you!

Antonio: See you then!

(Y/n): See you guys!

You put your phone away and looked at the time. It was 7.00 p.m., you had more than enough time to get ready.

----time skip brought by Toni's turtles----

You were standing in front of the bar, waiting for Gilbert and Francis. "Hey (Y/n)," someone said. You turned around and saw Francis. "Gilbert is inside. Shall ve go?" "Hey Francis," you said. You followed him into the bar and to a room. You could see Gilbert through the window of the door.

The Prussian opened the door with a grin. "Hey (Y/n)! I knew jou vould come, no one can say no to zhe awesome me!" "Hey Gil, were you picking a song?" "Ja, but I can't choose. Zhey have a lot of songs," he answered.

"I 'ave one in mind," Francis said. He walked to the machine and typed something. He then clicked on the song. You heard the intro and sighed. Really Francis? You thought.

It was Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F) by Katy Perry. It was fitting since you and the boys would go out and drink on Friday night. You all got drunk and couldn't remember much the morning after.

Gilbert sometimes broke the law and got into fights. He was also arrested several times. The three of you had to bail him out the next morning when you were sober enough to drive. Sometimes Ludwig bailed him out. He wasn't happy about it and secretly wished that Gilbert could stay longer in the cell instead of complaining that his mugshot wasn't 'awesome' enough.

Francis was once arrested for skinny dipping in a pond in the park at night and causing trouble while running around naked. You had to bail him out. He was complaining the whole time, saying the orange clothes were a shame and should be burned. According to him, he didn't look good on his mugshot either.

Antonio and you once broke into a zoo when the both of you were drunk. You were on the lookout while Antonio was looking for the turtles. He had to free them and take them with him. After wandering around for 45 minutes, a guard saw you and kicked you out of the zoo. You two were banned for a month.

"Hey guys!" Antonio said, walking into the room and holding a tray with shots. Gilbert and Francis were singing. You were sitting on a couch and grabbed a shot, drinking it. Antonio sat down next to you, watching Gilbert and Francis.

Yeah I think we broke the law

Always say we're gonna stop-op

Whoa-oh

This Friday night

Do it all again

You and Antonio clapped when they finished the song. "Danke," Gilbert said with a grin. He turned to you. "Jour turn." You stood up and walked to the machine. You typed something and the intro started to play.

Baby, can't you see

I'm calling

A guy like you should wear a warning

It's dangerous

I'm falling

The trio started to cheer and dance when they heard the song. After you were finished, it was Antonio's turn. He typed something and waited for the song to play.

Give me your, give me your, give me your attention baby (attention baby)

I got to tell you a little something about yourself (self)

You're wonderful, flawless, oh you're a sexy lady (sexy lady)

But you walk around here like you wanna be someone else (else)

You cheered and sang along. The four of you sang and drank the shots. After two hours, you walked out of the bar. "Were shall we go?" Antonio asked. "Vhat about a bar and more drinks," Gilbert said. "Sounds good to me," you said. Francis nodded his head in agreement.

When you saw a bar, you entered it, the trio following you. Francis ordered a round and you drank your drinks. After a few rounds, you were a little drunk.

"(Y/n), we should go to back the zoo," Antonio whined, sounding drunk. "Take me vith you," Francis slurred. "I vant to take a frog vith me and show Angleterre zhat I don't look like one." "Frogs also live in a pond," you replied. "I don't vant to get arrested for skinny dipping again."

After a few more rounds, a bartender walked to you. "It that your friend?" He asked. He pointed to someone who was standing outside and yelling at a guy.

"Don't jou know vho I am?! I am zhe awesome Prussia!" That was definitely Gil. "Shut up! Prussia doesn't exist anymore!" The guy yelled. Gilbert was offended and hit the guy with his fists. They got into a fight until someone called the police. They got arrested.

"Shall we go to my house?" You asked, looking at Antonio and Francis. They nodded their heads. You walked to your house and unlocked the door. You all entered your house and you passed out on your bed.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding in your head. You stood up and walked to the living room. Antonio and Francis were sleeping on the couch.

Your phone rang and you answered the call. "Hello?" "Hallo Frau, it's me, Gilbert. Can jou please bail me out?" You sighed. "We are there in a hour." "Awesome!" You hung up and woke the two men. "Come on, we have to bail Gil out."

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malaboos-bodacious-blog · 3 years

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Le Blue Cafe

Chase’s POV

I pull back my pink hair, and put it in a manbun, before I put on a blue apron. The café smells like coffee beans and carmel. No one’s here, being as I haven’t flipped the open sign, and it’s very peaceful. I sit in the silence for a minute longer before going to wash my hands. I come back out to the front and flip the open sign. Now, we wait.

~An hour later. 3rd POV~

Chase has served many pedestrians in the time an hour brings. He has to go to the bathroom, so he puts a little sign on the desk that reads: ‘We’ll be back, please take a seat while you wait!’ in neat cursive writing.

Chase comes back out to the front and sees only one new face. Said person stands up and goes to the counter, when they see Chase.

“Hi, what would you like?” Chase asks in a kind voice.

“Just a black coffee, bitte” The person says in what seems to be German accent.

“And can I get the name of the man who likes it rich?” Chase says jokingly for the fun of it.

“Henrik” Henrik says chuckling.

“H-e-n-r-i- ck or just c or just k?”

“Just k” He answers smiling.

“Okay, I had a feeling that’s how it was spelled, but I wanted to make sure” Chase says smiling.

“One black coffee will be with you momentarily”

“Danke”

“Du bist willkommen” Chase answers. He took German when he was in highschool instead of Spanish like a lot of his classmates. Henrik smiles wider and Chase gets the coffee pot going. Anyone who was in the shop has left, only Henrik and Chase are left. “Do you mind if I change the music? Pop music gets old after an hour.”

“I don’t mind. And I agree zhat pop music gets old after a vhile.” Hen says leaning on the counter.

“Perfect. I’ll be back. I’m going to turn off the music in the speakers.” Chase says as he goes into the back. The cheesy song that was on stops. It’s silent until Chase comes back. He grabs the now done coffee and pours some into the cup that has 'Henrik' written on it. “Here you go.”

“Danke” Henrik says as he takes a sip. Chase goes on his phone, probably searching for music.

His eyes light up as he taps on the song he’s found. Some sort of African chanting starts coming out of the phone’s speakers. Then a man starts speaking. Henrik knows this song. It’s Parasite Eve by Bring Me The Horizon. “A man of good taste”

“You listen to Bring Me The Horizon, too?” Chase says happily shocked. Henrik nods and takes a sip of his coffee.

‘Really we just need to fear something

Only pretending to feel something

I know you're dying to run

I wanna turn you around’

Chase claps happily. He starts to sing along. “Please, remain calm, the end has arrived

We cannot save you, enjoy the ride”

“Zhis is zhe moment you’ve been vaiting for

Don’t call zhis a varning, zhis is a var.”

“It’s zhe Parasite Eve

Got a feeling in your stomach cause you know zhat it’s comin’ for ya

Leave you flowers and grieve

Don’t forget what zhey told ya, ayy ayy

Vhen ve foret zhe infection

Vill ve remember zhe lesson?

If zhe suspense doesn’t kill ya

Somezhin’ else vill, ayy ayy

Move”

“I heard zhey need bettah signal

Put chip and pins and needles

Quarantine all of zhose secrets

In zhat black hole you call a brain before it’s too late

Really ve just vant to scream somezhing

Only pretend to believe somezhing

I know you’re baying for blood

I vanna turn you around”

“Please, remain calm, the end has arrived”

“Ve cannot save you, enjoy zhe ride”

“This is the moment you’ve been waiting for”

“Don’t call zhis a varning, zhis is a var” Henrik sings, but Chase doesn’t pick it back up again.

He just looks at Hernik with an extremely happy smile. He starts bouncing and clapping.

“You have an amazing singing voice” He says, the clapping has stopped, but the bouncing is still there.

“Danke, so do you” Henrik says, blushing a small bit. They don’t know when they moved to sit in one of the booths in the coffee shop, but they did. Henrik looks down at Chase’s phone on the table and sees the time. “Scheisse, I have to get to vork. Zhis vas fun…” He looks at Chase’s name tag “Chase”.

“Oh, really? Well, can- can I have your phone number so we can maybe do this again?” Chase asks nervously.

“Oh, of course!” Henrik says as he takes his phone out of his jacket’s inside pocket. He may be able to remember the most intricate way to save someone’s life, but he can’t remember his own phone number. Henrik reaches for Chase’s phone, but he doesn’t pick it up. He looks at Chase for permission and Chase nods.

Henrik picks up Chase’s phone and searches for the contacts app. He finds it easily and makes himself a contact. ‘Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein (bmth cafe)’ is what he put himself as. “Zhere ve go”

“Thanks, good luck at the hospital, doctor” Chase says smirking

“Danke, good luck vizh zhe coffee, barista” Henrik smirks back and gets out of the booth, heading for the exit. “Have a nice day, Chaser!”

“You, too, Henrikku!” Chase says back as he goes back to the counter. Henrik waves as he exits the cafe.

Today is a day he’ll remember.

Le Blue Cafe became the meeting place of the two many times. Mostly because of the convenience of Chase working there.

And the coffee.

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@basiloaks @leobashi @bapbee @spudmcloughlin @n-anon

#schneeplebro week 2020 #Le Blue Café | Meet Cute #oh hey look a story #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #schneeplebro

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dreamcatcherjiah · 4 years

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🎐Bubbles (Yoongi!Producer x Reader!Writer)

Bubbles Masterlist

Part 26

Plot: Yoongi, a famous music producer, and y/n, a writer, had been neighbors for a couple of months when Yoonji and her dad moved to the apartment in between the two. Due to some unbelievable coincidences, these two weird incompatible people were appointed baby Yoonji’s babysitters. What will they do when something happens to Yoonji’s dad and she’s left alone in the world?

Yoongi was pacing back and forth between the kitchen and the mahogany coffee table Namjoon had bought. Y/N and Yoonjinie were doing some grocery shopping for the dinner both of them were cooking for her parents. The idea was having an early lunch close to their place, go for a little walk and then Yoongi and Y/N would go back home to cook, while her parents took the little girl to the park. That was an easy plan. Easy enough at least. That was not what Yoongi was worried about. Ever since moving to the apartment five years ago, he had been so caught up in Y/N that it hadn’t even occurred to him that he could date. And before that, none of his relationships had gotten serious enough to meet the parents. And this thing with Y/N was next level serious. He had popped the question, they were parents already to a beautiful, intelligent and ever-growing little girl. Yes, they had done everything backwards, but he could see a future with them both, he could picture himself loving them forever, and being surrounded by their love. So, why was he so nervous?

The tie he had chosen that morning was suffocating, the shirt too rigid and the sock on his left foot was wrinkling. His clothes seemed totally over the top for the casual get-together that was fast approaching but he couldn’t for the life of him decide if Y/N’s dad would see this as overdoing it or as not being up to par. He stopped himself in the process of biting on another nail, too munched to be called a nail anymore, but still. If his girls didn’t arrive soon enough he felt like he was going to go positively mad.

Another thing was the issue with the parental rights. Y/N had told him that her parents weren’t really happy with the arrangement of the adoption and were worried of the situation that would arise if their relationship went down the drain and they had to fight for custody. Choosing to ignore the vacant lack of confidence his in-laws had in him not screwing up the best thing that had ever happened to him, he wouldn’t say custody was a big concern of his. Having discussed it at length in the early days of their parenthood, when their relationship was nothing more than tension and sideways glances, both parents had agreed that whatever their relationship was it would never affect their daughter. And that wouldn’t change now that they were about to become a proper family. The grandparents worries would have to be quieted, if not dismissed tonight.

What would her parents think when he introduced himself? Was he setting himself up for a disappointment in assuming that he would be able to win them over?

God, this tie was really gonna choke him.

He gave up on it, and threw it still knotted into the closet, out went the uncomfortable shoes and the wrinkly sock, replaced by a pair of neat jeans and trainers. This was Min Yoongi, not some fake rich-boy-wannabe. This was the person who proposed to Y/N, the one who intended to be the best husband and father he could possibly be. And whoever disagreed with that could very much stuff their rusty old opinions.

He hears the sound of the door opening and the beeping sound of the lock blocking again and the sweet voice of his daughter calls to him.

‘DADDY! Mommy says that if I’m good we’re going to the park!!’ An excited little thing throws herself at him and he barely manages to keep his balance and lifting Yoonji up in the air.

‘And mommy is totally right! Are you going to be so good that daddy will give you candy?’

The eyes of the little girl go as big as saucers, while Y/N’s turn to him with a judgmental look, as if saying “You’ll be the one who has to deal with her sugar rush at bedtime.” Meanwhile Yoonji is beaming up at him with the most adoring smile she can manage, worshiping Yoongi in a way that makes his heartstrings hurt every time. This little girl right here is why he keeps going.

‘That’s right, my love. You have to be on your best behaviour today, and I will take you with me to the studio on Monday. What do you say?’ He asked, putting her down, and leaving a loving kiss in the crown of her head. ‘Would you like to see uncle Hobi practice for his big show?’

‘NO!’ She shouted immediately.

‘No?’ Asked Yoongi, perplexed. What he had learned in his brief time as a father — was it going on a year now? Woah, time really does fly — was that this little girl didn’t reject any opportunity to be around her uncles. Just thinking about it, rage comes back when remembering the panic he felt that time Taehyung “kidnapped” his child. So, if she loved her uncles so much, why was she saying no to going to the studio on Monday?

‘I want to stay with you, I want to sing.’ These words just undid Yoongi. Whatever else his daughter could have said was meaningless. It had happened only one time, when she was around two years old. Both him and Y/N disliked her being on the studio because of the loud noises and the very high possibility of her getting lost, so that day was the first and only exception. Yoongi had taken her to the Genius Lab, tucked her between pillows and blankets in the sofa and let her sleep while he got some producing done for Jin. From once in a while, he would turn around, see that she was still sleeping and go back to work. He got absorbed and then felt a small tug on his sweatpants. Looking down he say a standing Yoonji, in wobbly legs, but standing nonetheless, looking at him with those big inquisitive eyes and her little mouth hanging open. Her expression of wonder had been nearly too much for Yoongi, who took her into his arms, settled her on his lap and kept working. The bass was something she proved to enjoy, clapping her hands happily when the low vibrations came from the speakers, so Yoongi would boost it or not depending on her reaction. When Jin’s voice came, she would look at him as if saying ‘UNCLE JIN!’ And he would laugh at her gaping expression and repeat the track. Little by little, he modified the song in such a way he wouldn’t have been able to do had he been alone. When he looked back at the child, she was fast asleep, holding the front of his hoodie in a tight fist and nesting her face on Yoongi’s elbow. He hadn’t even noticed the baby was asleep. That day, he realised the depth of his feeling for this small human. His life would be empty, or dreadfully boring at least if he had to go back to living without Kang Yoongi.

Looking now at her, two full years passed and still remembering that moment, almost brought tears into his eyes.

‘Then you got it, my love. On Monday, it will be daddy daughter time!! Do you like it?’ He asked the little girl, who yelled a loud ‘YEAH!!’ and left running for her room, where her toys were waiting for her to play until it was time to go for lunch.

Yoongi went to the kitchen and found Y/N putting the groceries away, and goes automatically for a hug. He turns her around and locks his arms around her.

‘We are raising the sweetest little girl.’ He hides his face on the nook of her neck. ‘She owns all my heart and I am ready to give her all, she is…’ his voice gets stuck on his throat.

‘My love, are you emotional?’ Asks Y/N, trying to give a funny turn to the moment, knowing that Yoongi shies away from really emotional situations, but this time he only nods and holds her tighter.

‘I love you.’ He says, and even though it is the first time he says it out loud to her, the words hit home truer than ever. ‘I love you both.’

When the time for lunch arrived, Yoongi wouldn’t let go of his daughter. The little girl was just too happy and you thought that was so cute. You had chosen a little Italian restaurant where the atmosphere was calm and Yoongi wouldn’t feel the hostility that would be coming from your dad. You weren’t worried about your dad giving Yoongi a really hard time. From what you had gathered last weekend, both your mom and dad were incredibly happy that you had found someone to settle down and raise your daughter. Granted, you could have raised her on your own if the situation had required it, but the fact that you were so happily in love meant the world to them so you weren’t worried at all.

When the three of you got to the restaurant, your parents were already waiting for you. Introductions were made, Yoongi being polite and respectful, shaking your father’s hand firmly and giving a sweet hug to your mother, who was a bit emotional after seeing Yoongi looking at both you and Yoonji as if you hanged the moon.

Conversation was quick and fluid, kept away from sensitive topics until your father decided to open his mouth.

‘I trust that you will ask for my daughter’s hand in marriage before putting the ring back on her finger? I can see the mark from here, son.’

The only sound that could be heard on that side of the dining room was the one your hand made when it collided with your forehead.

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winchester-fantasies · 4 years

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Just a Taste

Summary: You want this Halloween to go down in the books as one of your favorites. And you’re about to find out just how epic it can be. (Halloween Special 2019).

Word Count: 3851

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing, jealous Dean & possessive Dean (two of my favorite warnings! lol)

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size Reader

A/N: Happy Halloween! 🎃 Hope you enjoy!!

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

You huffed as you surveyed yourself in the mirror. It was Halloween, and although Sam had outright refused, you had finally convinced Dean to accompany you to the party right up the road at the small convention center.

Dean had adamantly declined your suggestion of wearing a costume, but you were determined to go all out and make this Halloween go down as one of your favorites. You'd ordered a costume off of Amazon, but as you surveyed yourself, you half-regretted your decision.

The sheer material of the bodice clung to your waist, accentuating not only your curves but the extra roll under your bra line, too. Your breasts were pronounced, the tops peeking out from the costume's neckline and jiggling every time you moved.

You put your hands on your hips, turning slightly to get a better view of your backside. You groaned. The hem of the skirt was almost obscenely short. Thank Chuck you'd decided to wear stockings, otherwise everybody and their mother would have an eyeful of your womanhood. Online it was described as being a sexy clown costume, but with the way it fit you, you thought slutty clown more appropriate.

You sighed heavily as you went back to doing your makeup. Maybe if you did your makeup really well it would take attention away from the ill-fitting costume. You knew that was only wishful thinking as you leaned over the sink. Your breasts shifted just right, the left one nearly popping out of its restraint. You quickly righted, stuffing it back down and adjusting your top. You silently cursed and made a mental note to never purchase a costume from Amazon again.

With your makeup complete, you took one final look at yourself. You still didn't like what you saw, but it was too late to turn back now. You'd just have to make the best of it. You drew in a deep breath to steel yourself before you walked out into the main room of the motel.

Sam glanced up from his laptop, and he blanched. "Hey, Sam," you said nonchalantly.

You sauntered over to the table, and Sam tensed, pushing back in his chair slightly. "You take one more step, (Y/N), and I swear to God..." Sam warned, pointing a threatening finger in your direction.

You ignored his warning and instead closed the gap between you. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your chin resting on his broad shoulder. You couldn't stifle a chuckle as his breathing grew heavier.

You knew it wasn't necessarily the nicest thing to tease him when you knew he was deathly afraid of clowns, but you just couldn't help yourself. He was like the brother you never had, and you both were always joking or playing good-natured pranks on one another.

"You know I'd never hurt you, Sammy," you playfully crooned. He flinched at your words, and you couldn't resist planting a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, (Y/N).... Whoa!" Dean said, stopping in his tracks as he walked through the door and stared at you leaning over his brother. "Am I...interrupting something?"

You chuckled as you straightened. You shook your head and wiped the remnants of your makeup off Sam's face. "No," you said. "Just having a bit of fun."

"More like fucking torture," Sam grumbled.

You chuckled as you grabbed your bag from the table beside your bed. "You know you love me, Sammy," you said. Sam just rolled his eyes.

"You sure you still want to go to this party?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, of course," you said. "Why wouldn't I?" you asked with a frown.

"It's just..." he trailed off, his eyes studying your outfit skeptically. His critical gaze hurt, but you tried to hide it.

"I don't care where you guys go," Sam interjected. "Just so long as you get her the fuck away from me!" He shivered in disgust, and you couldn't help laughing.

**********

"So where is this party anyway?" Dean asked as he pulled out onto the highway.

"Google says it's in a convention center a couple blocks from the motel," you said, checking the address on your phone.

"Convention center?" Dean asked incredulously. "So what? It's gonna be some fancy-schmancy shindig?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, Dean," you said. "It's not a 'fancy-schmancy shindig'. It's just a little party with food and dancing."

"Dancing? Really?" Dean asked, his voice rising in pitch.

"Look, Dean," you snapped. "I know Halloween isn't exactly your thing, but you're the one who decided to come."

"Me?" Dean bellowed, his eyebrows shooting up. "You practically forced my hand!"

"Then why didn't you just say you didn't want to come?" you asked, throwing your hands in the air.

"Because," Dean shouted, "you wanted to go!"

Silence fell over the Impala. You drew in a breath as you tried to regain your composure. "You're impossible," you muttered, running your middle finger and thumb over your eyelids and pinching the bridge of your nose.

Dean sighed heavily. "Look, (Y/N)," he said, his voice softer. "I just don't understand why you want to go to some party where people are dressed up as the monsters we hunt everyday. I mean, our lives are basically Halloween on steroids."

"I just wanted to celebrate, that's all," you grumbled, crossing your arms.

"We celebrate Halloween at the bunker every year," Dean pointed out. "Why couldn't we just stick to tradition?"

"I don't know, Dean," you clipped. "I just wanted to do something different."

"Whatever," Dean huffed with a roll of his eyes.

"Can you at least try?" you asked. "You don't have to dance or mingle or anything else. But just try to have fun," you implored. "Please."

Dean drew in a breath. "Fine," he grumbled.

You sighed and turned towards the window, looking at the passing scenery disappearing in the waning light. This wasn't how you'd envisioned the night going at all.

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Loud music drifted outside as Dean parked the Impala. Your heels clicked on the asphalt, tension still pervading the air. You shivered as a brisk breeze flew around you, only adding to your discomfort.

Dean held the door open for you once you reached the entrance. The music was even louder inside, the sounds of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" reverberating around you. You and Dean paid the $5.00 fee before walking into the auditorium.

The smell of sweat and stale beer filled the air. Despite the small room, at least two hundred people crowded the space.

"I thought you said it was gonna be small," Dean said loudly, surveying the throng of people lining every wall.

"I thought it was going to be," you shrugged. "Let's go find a table," you hollered above the music.

Dean nodded as you led the way. You wove through the crowd, your shoulders bumping into several people along the way. You hated crowds, and you were on high alert. You sighed in relief once you came to the far wall.

You found a vacant table, and Dean sat down. "You want a drink?" you yelled. Dean nodded, and you returned his nod.

You made your way back through the crowd. The refreshment table was right in front of the DJ, and you thought whoever came up with the floor plans for tonight's party had to be one of the worst party planners. The music blared right in your ear, almost painfully.

You took up two Solo cups, filling one with beer from a keg for Dean and the other with spiked punch.

"Hey," a voice said, and if it hadn't been for the slow song that started playing, you wouldn't have even heard it.

You looked up to find a man standing beside you. He was tall - at least Sammy's height. His dark hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes glowed in the dim lighting.

"Hey, Dracula," you said, surveying his tux and black cape. He grinned, revealing a set of fake vampire teeth.

"I vant to suck your blood," he said, in his best Transylvanian accent.

You rolled your eyes at the cliché but grinned nevertheless. The man chuckled at your reaction before extending his hand. "Josh," he introduced himself.

"(Y/N)," you said, setting down one of the cups and taking his hand. His hands were soft and uncalloused. So different from the hands of a hunter. But his handshake was firm.

"You here with someone, (Y/N)?" he asked, looking between the two cups.

"Yeah," you nodded. "My friend," you said, picking up a couple bags of M&Ms and tucking them under your arm.

"Want help with that?" Josh asked as you took the cup from the table.

"Nah, I got it," you said. "But thanks for the offer."

Josh smiled. "See you around?" he asked hopefully.

"Maybe," you said with a coy smirk. You turned and walked away, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

"What took you so long?" Dean asked grumpily as you set his beer in front of him.

"You're welcome," you said sarcastically, tossing the bag of M&Ms at him. He jumped back in his chair as his hands fumbled to catch the bag. The candy landed at his feet, and he groaned in irritation as he stooped to pick it up.

You tsked. "Better watch it, Winchester. Your hunter reflexes are getting a little rusty," you teased.

Dean shot you a glare as he straightened in his seat. You laughed before taking a sip of your punch. You scrunched your face up as the liquid burned down your throat. Whoever made the punch didn't know the proper ratio of punch to rum.

"I met someone," you said nonchalantly, looking out at the dancers.

When Dean didn't respond you looked at him. His face was blank and unreadable. "Oh, yeah?" he asked.

"Yep," you said. "Name's Josh. And he's really fucking hot," you said with a grin.

Dean chuckled and took a sip of his beer. "I'm thinking if I play my cards right, I might just get some tonight," you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. "Chuck knows I haven't gotten any lately," you muttered, popping two M&Ms into your mouth.

But as the night wore on, you began to think the entire idea of going out tonight was a total bust. You had gotten up a few times to refill yours and Dean's drinks, but other than that nothing happened. You thought you'd never had a more boring and uneventful night. Dean outright refused to get up from the table, and the harder you searched, the more you were sure Josh had already left.

You were just about to call it a night when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You looked up to find Josh, wearing a wide grin.

“Hey,” you said, smiling. “I thought you already left.”

“How could I leave without a dance from a beautiful girl?” he asked with a wink, and your stomach flipped.

Dean cleared his throat, and you turned to find him looking between you and Josh. He raised his eyebrows, sending you a pointed look.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” you said. “Dean, this is Josh. Josh, my friend, Dean,” you introduced, gesturing between the two.

“Hey, man. Nice to meet you,” Josh said, extending his hand.

Dean paused for a moment, staring at his outstretched arm. But finally he reached out and shook it. His face was undecipherable, and you weren’t quite sure why he was acting like he didn’t even want to acknowledge Josh.

You mentally shrugged it off as Josh extended his hand to you. “So...you want to dance?”

“Okay,” you said shyly. You took his hand as he helped you from your chair and led you to the dance floor. The soft notes of “Witchcraft” by Frank Sinatra started up. You wrapped your arms around Josh’s neck as he snaked his around your waist.

“So…” Josh said awkwardly.

“So?” you asked with a grin.

Josh chuckled. “Umm…. What do you do?”

“What do I do as in...work?” you asked, cocking your head.

“Yeah,” Josh nodded.

“I’m a historian,” you said. Not exactly a lie. You were practically a historian with the amount of research hunting required.

Josh’s eyes lit up in interest. “Oh, really? What field?”

“Mostly lore and mythology,” you shrugged.

“Oh, wow,” he said. “Sounds intriguing.”

“It is,” you said.

Josh looked at you slyly. “So you know any lore on vampires?” he asked, baring his plastic fangs.

You chuckled. “Oh, I could tell you lots,” you said.

“And how do I fit the bill? Am I authentic and scary enough?” he asked good-naturedly. You had to hold back a laugh. If only he could see the real deal. He’d be scarred for life.

“Eh…” you said, rocking your hand back and forth in a so-so gesture. “More like rinky-dink, Hollywood version,” you said playfully.

Josh’s face fell in mock hurt, and he grasped his chest. “Way to shoot down a guy’s ego,” he said with a chuckle.

“Hey, but you’re still a cute Dracula,” you flirted.

Josh cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?” he asked suggestively. You bit your lower lip and nodded. He drew in a deep breath as his arms tightened around you, and his hands slid lower on your back. “Well, I happen to think you’re the sexiest clown I’ve ever seen,” he said, his mouth only inches from your own. You could smell the remnants of rum on his breath as you closed your eyes, waiting for the press of his lips on yours.

You yelped as you were roughly jerked out of Josh’s arms just as “Monster Mash” came through the speakers. “Ow!” you exclaimed, as the fingers around your bicep tightened.

“What the fuck, Dean?” you shrieked, turning to find him behind you. His face was hard, and his eyes were dark with something you couldn’t quite place.

Dean didn’t reply, instead whirling around and dragging you behind him, Josh’s feeble attempt at a threat echoing after you. Dean stalked through the crowd, curses and loud groans falling around you as he all but shoved people out of his way. He flung the doors open with force and veered to the left.

You stumbled after him, your ankles twisting a couple of times as you fought to keep up with him in your heels. He dragged you around the side of the building into nothing more than an alleyway. He was breathing heavily as he shoved you against the wall, the cold brick hitting your back.

He put both hands on either side of you, caging you in. His face was hard, and even in the dim light of the streetlight, you could see lust emanating from his eyes as he leered, his gaze sweeping over you.

You shivered as a wave of unexpected arousal washed over you. “Wh...what the fuck, Dean?” you asked again, this time your voice a tiny whisper.

Dean leaned forward, his nose nestling into your hair. He drew in a deep breath and growled in admiration. “Do you even know how hard tonight’s been for me?” he asked.

“I...I know it’s been hard for you,” you stammered. “I’m sorry I dragged you here, and it won’t happen aga….”

“No!” Dean barked. You jumped as one of his hands smacked the brick next to you. “I’m not talking about that,” he growled. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin. You fought against the moan that threatened to escape as your stomach tightened with desire.

“What I mean is…” Dean panted. “Fuck, (Y/N), this boner has been so damn hard to conceal. Why do you think I never left the table?” he asked, his voice deep.

“Wh...what are you talking about?” you gasped. His hands fell to your hips, and he jerked you towards him. You could feel his bulge against your hip as he lightly rutted against you.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” he asked. “This is all your doing. This is what you do to me,” he groaned as his movements stuttered at the friction.

You were shocked into silence. How had you come to the party with your best friend but left it, pressed against a wall by the man you had hopelessly pined over for the last five years?

“Fuck, baby, when I saw you all dressed up like this, it took everything in me not to rip right off you. So fucking sexy,” he growled. His hands were now roaming freely, caressing your curves, fondling your breasts, kneading your thighs. His hands came behind you and grabbed your ass in both of his hands, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh. You gasped, and your hands flew around his shoulders, holding him tight against you.

“Shit, (Y/N),” Dean breathed. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you, taste you....feel you from the inside,” he rasped.

“Dean,” you moaned, your hands sliding from his back to the base of his skull. You weaved your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. A low groan escaped his mouth as he found the juncture of your neck and collarbone, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin.

“I was willing to let a little innocent flirting slide,” he said, pulling away. “But when that asshat laid his hands on you, that was an immediate deal breaker.”

“Dean,” you moaned again, this time louder.

“I want you to know…. After tonight, I’m gonna be the only one whose touch you crave,” Dean growled before burying his face into the soft and plump flesh of your breasts.

“Dammit, Dean!” you snapped. “Fucking take me already!”

Dean leaned back, a cocky smirk crossing his lips. “Your wish is my command,” he said. He slid down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses across your torso, his warm breath steaming your skin through the filmy fabric of your costume.

He knelt on his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with hooded eyes before lifting your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. He pushed your panties to the side, and he growled in appreciation as your wet folds glistened in the streetlight.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Already so fucking wet.”

You whimpered as he leaned forward, his warm breath fanning across your core. “All I could think about tonight is how fucking good you must taste,” he said.

Your breath hitched and you leaned your head against the wall as his tongue slid through your folds. “Mmm,” Dean groaned. “I was right. Your pussy is fucking intoxicating.”

You moaned as he dove back in, his tongue pulsating over your clit. Your hands flew to the back of his head as he moved it around, his scruff shooting electricity through your core.

You gripped the wall, bits of mortar cramming underneath your fingernails as you clawed at the bricks. “Dean…. So...close,” you breathed, barely able to speak past the pleasure.

Dean abruptly switched his tactics, licking around your vulva. He inserted two fingers into you, and you nearly lost it. His movements were steady and unhurried, dragging out the pleasure, building you up to the grand finale.

His fingers pumped into you, the wet sounds of your dripping core mingling with your soft moans. You heard voices around the corner, but you didn’t care if you were caught. You were already too far gone.

Dean crooked his fingers, the rough pads of his fingertips meeting your sweet spot. Dean suddenly straightened, his face burying into the crook of your neck. “C’mon, baby,” he whispered. “Cum for me. Wanna feel your walls clench around my fingers.”

With that you came, your walls clamping down with a force they never had before. A deep moan escaped your throat, and Dean swallowed it as his mouth found yours, the sweet taste of you still on his tongue.

“Damn, Dean,” you chuckled breathlessly once he had disengaged his fingers. You wiped your sweaty brow with the the back of your hand, your now ruined clown makeup rubbing off.

Dean chuckled. He leaned forward, capturing your lips into another heated kiss. Your fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans before you found his fully erect member. You pumped it, his hips rocking into your palm as he exhaled a deep groan.

You felt him twitch and knew he was close. “Enough, enough!” Dean barked, slapping your hand away and stepping back. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he panted. “I love a good hand job as much as the next guy, but, baby, I gotta feel you,” he said desperately.

You bit your lower lip as you shimmied out of your skirt, panties, and stockings, tossing them beside you. You reached out for him, drawing him against you. His hands cupped your ass again before sliding them to the back of your thighs. You jumped up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His hands held you steady as he centered himself with your core.

He pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to him. A groan escaped his mouth, and you sighed as he bottomed out, his tip meeting your cervix. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, leaning his head on your shoulder. Dean pulled out slowly before plunging back in, setting a brisk pace.

You gripped his shoulders, your fingers fisting into his heavy jacket. His manhood dragged across your sweet spot, searing warmth flooding your body. Sweat dripped from Dean’s nose and chin and rivulets ran down your face, creating unsightly trails through your remaining makeup.

You felt your coil tightening and knew you were already on the verge of cumming again. “Not gonna last much longer, babygirl,” Dean said breathlessly, his speed not slowing, but his movements growing sloppy.

“It...it’s okay,” you gasped. “I’m almost there, too.”

Dean snaked his hand between you, his fingers rubbing quick circles over your clit. The floodgates of pleasure ripped open, and your muscles tensed. “Dean!” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your body trembling uncontrollably.

“Fuck. Me. Runnin’,” Dean grunted as his hips faltered. He spilled himself inside you, aftershocks milking him for all he was worth.

Your chests were heaving as he pulled himself from your core. He buttoned up his jeans again before taking a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully cleaning you up, his ministrations gentle.

You pulled your skirt back on, and Dean stuffed your ruined panties and his handkerchief back into his pocket. You shivered, suddenly very aware of just how cold it’d become. He took off his jacket, placing it around your shoulders. You smiled gratefully at him as you started making your way back to the Impala.

Dean threw his arm over your shoulder. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “What say we get a separate room tonight, and I can really show you what you’ve been missing?”

You giggled as you leaned back, meeting his desirous stare. “That wasn’t proof enough?” you asked, motioning your head behind you.

Dean chuckled, his voice dropping low. “Oh, honey, that was just a taste.”

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princessanneftw · 4 years

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Following the prompt sent by anon about jealous Anne, this is my take on it. Remember! This is pure fiction.

Coup de soleil

- @nottamedlioness

Princess Anne, the Princess Royal, the only daughter of Her Majesty the Queen was confused. She had been in London for two days now and she had not seen her lover. It had been 10 days since they last met as she was abroad. He was on duty, Anne knew, but it was weird since he had always made sure to have time for her either by visiting her, waiting for her in his office, or even calling her by telephone. Still lost in her thoughts walking down the corridor to her own office after a failed attempt to find Tim, the Princess heard his laughter. Quickening her pace, she followed the sound to the staircase where she finally found the Navy officer.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you since yesterday and I couldn’t find you anywhere,” she said as soon as he came to her level.

“Your Royal Highness,” Tim greeted her with a head bow. Anne frowned and was about to tell him to drop the act since there was nobody around when a brunette woman stepped out from behind the equerry. Anne noticed that the young woman was not tall but the stilettos she was wearing made her a bit taller than Anne, but not as tall as Tim. She had hazel eyes, a slim figure and was smartly dressed. In short, she was beautiful. The stranger curtsied to her. “I fear it’s my doing Ma'am, I’ve kept Tim a bit busy the last couple of days,” she said while looking at Tim fondly with a smile. The latter only had eyes for the Princess.

“And you are?” Asked Anne haughtily, which earned her a raised eyebrow from her lover.

“I-I’m sorry Ma'am, I didn’t introduce myself,” the girl stuttered a bit but soon regained her confidence, “Jane Smith, I am a new apprentice at the Private Secretary’s Office and I’ll be shadowing Tim for the next two weeks as part of my apprenticeship.”

Anne looked at her from head to toe and was about to say something when Tim spoke.

“Did you need me for something Ma'am, you said you were searching for me?”

Anne tore her eyes from the girl and looked at him.

“Hmm… nothing important. But Commander, you should teach your apprentice that you have a title, it’s a proof of professionalism,” and she turned, leaving a stunned Tim behind and a blushing apprentice.

Closing the office door behind her, she sank into one of the armchairs fuming. So he was with her the last couple of days, and now she’ll be here for two weeks. Great. Bloody marvellous, Anne thought

The next day as Anne held an investiture, the Smith girl was there with Tim. Even afterwards she was following him like a lost puppy with big adoring eyes, which only made Anne’s fury escalate, especially as the equerry didn’t seem to mind the attention. Well, he may just be polite and maybe oblivious, Anne tried to reassure herself.

She busied herself with her work for the rest of the week, in and out of London. She made sure to avoid coming across her lover and his shadow, in fear of doing something she’d regret. So when Friday night came by, she stepped on her heart and called him at his house. She was sure he would be there for the weekend, but he didn’t answer. After a second thought, she called him at his office, and to her surprise, a female voice picked up. Her voice.

“Where is Tim?” Asked Anne, trying hard to mask the hurt in her voice. What was that bitch doing in Tim’s office at 7 PM?

“He is unavailable for the moment, may I ask who is calling?” The apprentice asked giggling.

“The Princess” said Anne coldly. She could hear the girl gulping.

“Oh! I’m sorry Ma'am, may I relay a message to the Commander?”

“No need,” said Anne, and hung up.

When the telephone rang later that night, she let it be. She knew it was him: no one called the direct line at that time except him. She didn’t answer, and it stopped after the third call.

The next day, Peter Gibbs, her Private Secretary, brought her some folders that she forgot in her London office, it happened sometimes so nothing was unusual except for one unmarked sealed big and thick folder.

“Peter, what is this?” She asked her Private Secretary indicating the folder.

“Ah, yes. I met Commander Laurence when I was coming out of your office yesterday evening, and when I explained to him you weren’t there, he asked if I could deliver it, as it contains something you asked for.” Gibbs said before leaving. She opened it and inside were a couple of magazines she usually stole borrowed from Tim, and a black cassette case with nothing to indicate the content. She closed the folder and put the cassette in a drawer to listen to it later, but with the children and the farm and Mark’s family visiting she forgot about it until Sunday night. Closing her bedroom door, she took the Walkman the children had gifted her for Christmas along with its headphones. When she opened the cassette’s case, she found a folded paper: ‘I had to search all over London to find this but you are worth it.’

The song that came when she played the cassette took her by surprise and put a soft smile on her face, eyes glittering with unshed tears.

J'ai attrapé un coup d'soleil

Un coup d'amour, un coup d'je t'aime

J'sais pas comment, faut qu'j'me rappelle

Si c'est un rêve, t'es super belle

J'dors plus la nuit, j'fais des voyages

Sur des bateaux qui font naufrage

J'te vois toute nue sur du satin

Et j'en dors plus, viens m'voir demain

I’ve been sunburnt, love-burnt and “I love you” burnt

I don’t know how, I need to remember.

If it’s a dream, you are really beautiful.

I don’t sleep anymore. I’m travelling

on boats that are cast away.

I see you naked on satin

And it prevents me from sleeping, come see me tomorrow.

Mais tu n'es pas là, et si je rêve tant pis

Quand tu t'en vas j'dors plus la nuit

Mais tu n'es pas là, et tu sais, j'ai envie d'aller là-bas

La f'nêtre en face et d'visiter ton paradis

But you’re not here, and if I’m dreaming too bad.

When you leave, I don’t sleep anymore.

But you’re not here, and you know I want to go there,

The opposite window, and visit your paradise.

As the song continued, the Princess hugged her pillow, crying, laughing and wishing she could be in the arms of her beloved, and if she kept listening to it on repeat, no one could blame her.

The next day, after a full day of engagements she opted to go to the palace instead of returning home directly. When she arrived at Tim’s office, she knocked at the door and went inside without waiting for permission. She found him standing by his desk explaining something to the apprentice.

“Miss Smith, if you can, study more of your plan and by tomorrow, you can explain why it can’t be applied for this specific engagement.” Tim said as he spotted the Princess. “We have finished for today and remember, no need to stay after hours”.

Smith curtsied to Anne and left the room in haste. The latter made sure to close the door after the younger lady, then approached her man who was leaning on his desk.

“Je savais pas que tu comprenais le Français,” I didn’t know you understand French, said Anne.

“Je peux me débrouiller un petit peu,” I can manage a little bit, was Tim’s response as he put his hands on her waist and held her close.

“Et combien de choses tu peux te débrouiller et que je ne sais pas d'eux?” And how many things can you manage that I don’t know about? Asked the Princess while stroking his face.

“Je préfère que tu découvres mes talents cachés toi-même, je ne veux pas que tu penses que je me vante” I prefer that you discover my hidden talents yourself, I don’t want you to think I am bragging, answered the Commander leaning into her touch. Anne smirked and whispered in his ear,

“S'ils sont assez bons comme ceux que j'ai découvert en première main, j'ai hâte à découvrir les restes” If they are as good as the one I discovered first hand, then I can’t wait to discover the rest.

Tim laughed at her and kissed her deeply.

“Tu sais tu es très mignonne et dangereuse quand tu es jalouse, tu as bien effrayé l'apprentie pour le reste de sa vie.” You know you are cute and dangerous when you are jealous, you gave the apprentice the fright of her life.

“Tant mieux ça lui sert bien, pour osé de t'appeler par ton prénom et glousser quand je t'ai appelé. Et je suis pas jalouse!” Serves her right, to dare calling you by your first name and giggling when I called you. And I am not jealous. She exclaimed, but a blush was tinting her cheeks and neck.

“Elle m'a dit qu'elle pensait que tu étais ma petite-amie, et elle a presque évanoui quand c'était “la princesse”“ She told me she thought you were my girlfriend, and she nearly fainted when it was “The Princess”, chuckled Timothy tightening his hold on his love who was burying her face in his chest.

“Mais je suis ta petite-amie, enfin, beaucoup plus ton amante” But I am your girlfriend, well, more of your lover, came the muffled reply. Tim pushed her a bit from his chest so he could look in her eyes.

“Tu est plus que ça. Tu es mon coeur, mon esprit, ma vie, mon amour et tout ce qui compte pour moi” You are more than that. You are my heart, my soul, my life, my love and everything that counts for me.

And with a fond smile, Anne kissed him.

“Je t'aime.” I love you.

“Et moi je t'adore” and I adore you, replied Tim with kisses of his own.

The link to the song “le coup d'soleil” by Riccardo Cocciante, I must admit that I like Vincent Delerm’s version better.

https://youtu.be/CIjqKL33TTE

If you read the translation of the lyrics you’ll understand why it fits for our favourite couple.

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/le-coup-de-soleil-sunburn.html-2

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#submission #i am unable to even #i have died #you have killed me #FEELS #BUT MAKE IT FRENCH #LE FEELS #no but fr this was so cute #some jealous anne #some romantic tol navy boi #au francais tho #send help #i love that you do song fics and this is definitely my fave #ANNE WITH A WALKMAN THO #i would like to see it #fannefiction #i will go down with this ship

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voidselfshipp · 3 years

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La Mala Vida

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

Soon enough they get in the same bus and both sit Next to eachother.

Talking about random things here and there.

Not much later both arrived at their stop.

--Vill I see you again? --he asks.

--Maybe..only fate can tell

Both say their goodbyes.

The night ended pretty bad for the german doctor, one of his experiments went wrong and he had to start from scratch.

He sighs,why does this happend to him.

He then opens his bag, angrily ruminishing through it.

His bloody hands Grab a paper, and sighs, its the drawing.

He puts it over pinned on his cork Board.

--Zhings Like zhis remind me zheres still hope archimedes...--he says to his dove that pecks his cheek playfully,-- but zhats enough feelings for zoday huh?

And so back to work he went.

He probably spent most of the night trying to get it to work.

As he did his morning coffee however, he heard a familiar voice , talking to somebody.

"What?!, you cant cancell me right now! Im at your door!, fine , go fuck yourself, im so tired of you leaving me planted on every date we have!"

He goes outside and take a peek-- oh jerico --He says.

Jerico looks at him and sheepishly smiles-- hi josef..didnt meant to wake you up

--No no, dont vorry, i vas already avake,do jou vant to come in? Seems joure a bit stressed out

--yeah, a guy just cancelled me this date we have been planning for weeks...but I dont want to bother, youre probably very busy

--no no, I can zake my zime, come in

Jer sighs entering his house, she sits on the couch, and looks at the cracking Fire place,then at the diplomas.

--You a doctor?

--used to be

She then grabs an old framed photo, of him, with some other men.

--and this photo? Sorry I dont want to be nosy but--

The Man chuckles and shakes his head-- just some old Friends, dont vorry

Soon enough her tea was made, they resume their talk, this was pleaseant.

Of all these years of experimenting, of doing terrible things,josef never thought that maybe there was still warmth in this world.

But maybe he could take some time off and enjoy the warmth of social interaction.

Jerico was pleaseant to talk to, he always felt very comfortable to be around with.

So much he caught a bad casé of feeling for her.

One day, in that same couch he decided to make a move.

His hands shooked a bit as he puts it on her cheek.

Jerico smiles kissing the palm of it,the Mans cheeks turn red when suddenly she hugs his neck and kisses him.

He cant help but melt and hug her waist.

Oh how much he loved her.

-- ive got zo add...jour generation is quite good at kissing

--Oh shut up boomer

She chuckles and kisses him again.

《♡♡♡♡♡♡》

Heres the song with english lyrics for y'all

Dont worry this s/I is an adult, ( this would take time more in the future where she was born qs part of gen-z but is an adult)

I might make a second part cause I want to add some stuff to this

#f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #self insert #self ship #my f/os #self shipping #f/o fic #❣he (literally) stole my heart❣

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dramallamadingdang · 4 years

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OMG, I'M GLAD THAT'S OVER!

Oooooh, watch iCad...rant? Well, not really. More like watch iCad be an old, Scrooge-y, child-hating curmudgeon.

....So, like, what else is new, I guess? I will hopefully have something Sim-related soon, but for now...

I confess: I'm a Grinch. I really don't like Christmas. Really don't. Too much consumerism. Too many over-excited children. Too many obligations I can't avoid. Too many freakin' awful Christmas songs -- particularly the insipid secular ones, ARRGH! -- that start being played waaaaaay too early. (If I hear that Mariah Carey song one more time...) Too many stressed-out people. Too many overly-cheerful “Christmas people” in my face. Too much...everything. Do not want. All of it. I'm done.

Early yesterday morning, I put my son and his family (with three under-5 children) on a plane back to Georgia (the US state, not the country :) ), so at least one huge stressor is gone now. I would have loved to have my son and his wife around longer. I don't get to see them much between living so far away and him being deployed often, and them having kids. The kids, on the other hand? I had all of them that I could take. I know that sounds terrible. It probably is terrible that I have no tolerance for or patience with children under 10 or so anymore. People, especially women, are “supposed” to be goo-goo ga-ga over their grandchildren, but I'm just...not. I'm like, "Kid, talk to me when your age has two digits. Go away now." No, of course I don't say that to them; I just want to say it. I'm a good actress, so I can pretend to enjoy being around them so that they are none the wiser. But I have my limits, and I know exactly where they are.

But kids are like cats: They have a sixth sense for the person who doesn’t really want to be around them, and they are all over them. Which...yeah, it's a good thing that my husband loves kids who aren't his own. He ran interference and picked up my slack because there were times this past week where, in order to avoid completely losing my shit, I just had to go away. Like, get on my horse, point him in a direction, give him his head, and just let him run, run, run -- which he’ll do forever; he’s a thoroughbred -- out into BLM land, where there are no people anywhere, particularly not small ones. I'd rather socialize with mountain lions.

Yep, I've become a child-hater. But at least I own it and at least I don't take it out on the kids themselves. I know they can't help being kids and doing what kids do. But still. Honestly, I don’t know how I survived my kids being kids as a single parent. I really, truly don’t. I’m just grateful that I didn’t fuck them up too much.

I guess as I get older I'm reverting more to the introvert I was when I was a kid. Being in the profession that I am/was in and especially during my first marriage and the company we kept and whatnot, I kind of had to put that aside, learn to not allow people to suck the energy out of me and all that. But now that I'm older, keep entirely different company, and am 95% retired, I guess it's a skill I'm losing, and kids, especially, really drain my energy. I enjoy being out and about among adults when it's my choice to be and/or when I'm around people who have energy that's compatible with mine. But otherwise? I go all Greta Garbo and "vant to be alone." Holiday obligations definitely bring out my inner Greta. I'd rather see family at other times of the year -- like, say, mid-March -- when there's no societal obligation to be with family. It's the obligation that gets to me the most, I guess.

ANYWAY, I don't know why I'm whining about this. I'm just glad that things will settle down now. We're planning to do blissfully nothing for New Year's except maybe watch movies or something. We thought about going to Vegas or maybe just up to Denver, but...nope, decided to stay home and hibernate. No parties, no company, just us and jammies and junkier food than normal and movies and cartoons and stuff. Spongebob marathon, woo!

And, I really, really want to work on building Mustang Valley. I haven't really touched a Sims game in, like...two weeks? Three weeks? Something like that. So, hopefully I'll actually have something to post on this blog -- like WIP pics, at least -- soon. :)

All that said, I hope everyone who decided to read this whining is having an enjoyable holiday time, however you do (or don't) celebrate things. I’ll be enjoying it now that it’s mostly over. :)

#non sims

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years

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Running Marathons - pt.2

A/N: I don’t know how to feel about this part.

WARNING: Bulgarian words but thedialogs are translated, so don’t worry. There are intentions of rape so if you are uncomfortable with this topic, don’t read it.

The first task wasn’t easy for you. It was far from entertaining and you had to go through the exact same feeling twice. Worry.

You clenched your fist so hard, you left scars in your palms. Your heart was squeezed tight and you thought you couldn’t feel it pump during the first and third time. First was Cedric and you stopped breathing when the dragon breathed fire at him. But he was okay. He was fantastic even after and you just wanted to throw that egg in his head for scaring you with it. It was different from your brother. He passed the first task flawlessly.

“Viktor!” you shouted after the first task. He turned around at the sound of his little sister calling for him. He always did. It made him smile that you were there, still needing him. He smiled widely and opened his arms, to which you gladly jumped. “You were amazing.”

“You doubted me?” he let go, showing you his white teeth.

“Never.” you shoved him a bit before another Durmstrang student walked behind Viktor.

“Vat about a pregrŭdka for me, Mish?” he opened his arms as well but you only laughed, standing where you did.

“Did you fight a dragon, Marko?”

“Vell, ne. But I vas his- hov do you say it? Moralna podkrepa.” he wiggled his eyebrows and opened his arms again. “E?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes at him. “You and your charm.” you walked to him and was accepted by his arms. They wrapped around and he kept you in his embrace for a while, rocking you left and right.

“Isn’t dis najs.” he put his head on top of yours and kept rocking you.

“You two are idiota.”Viktor chuckled and tapped Marko on the back.

Who was Marko, exactly? He was Viktor’s best friend. Since a young age, they have been close as two friends can be and they grew up into brothers. And though he used to be a boy you crushed for so many years, it simply didn’t feel the same- because on the end. He was your brother as well.

When you found out Cedric asked Cho Chang to the Yule Ball, you accepted Marko’s. Vikor was happy to hear the news because despite he was overprotective of you, he trusted Marko with you and he always wanted the two of you to become so much more than friends. But not you. You wanted more with another boy.

---

The opportunity came when the rehearsals for the Yule Ball were set. Gryffindors with Hufflepuffs and Slytherins with Ravenclaws. As soon as the two houses, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor entered both of your eyes found each other. He grinned and walked to you before anyone could have the chance.

“Hey, stranger.” he ran to your side of the classroom and smiled sweetly.

“Hey, Champion.” you returned him a smile.

“I didn’t see you wearing my house colours and that heart name you promised.” he teased you laughed.

“Really? Maybe you didn’t see well.”

“No. I think I saw pretty clearly.”

“So there was a dragon in front of you but you decided to look at me?” you continued to tease and he laughed.

“Priorities.” he winked, putting his hand against the wall behind you and backing you against it.

“Priorities?” you bit your lower lip and kept your eyes switching from his eyes to his lips.

“Would you like to be my dance partner on this wonderful rehearsal?” he asked and you leaned with your back fully on the cold wall and crossing your arms over your chest.

“No Ravenclaw? Cho, if I’m correct?”

“Well, the girl I wanted to go with was taken already.” he looked down and back up at you.

“No, she wasn’t.” you furrowed your eyebrows and he did just the same.

“She wasn’t?”

“No.” you smiled.

“I heard you were going with that Durmstrang student. That’s why I asked Cho.”

“I am going with Marko but I said yes to him after you asked Cho.” you moved from his hold but he quickly grabbed your arm.

“Well, Marko’s lovely escort. I hope you’ll save a dance for me.” he smiled sweetly at you again.

“Count on it, Diggory.”

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So there you were, standing with a wonderful starry purple dress. You never wanted to stand out at the ball but when you received the box with the dress, you just couldn’t help yourself. He even got the size correct and he remembered your obsession with purple.

‘ Kogato ochite mi vidyakha tazi roklya, umŭt mi vednaga si pomisli za teb. Izrazete se s nego. Obichaĭte sebe si tolkova, kolkoto bikh.

Vashiyat Marko. ‘

The note said and you smiled to yourself. You really did have to watch out for his charm. You swooned over the words as it was written by a prince on a white horse.

“What does it mean?” your friend peeked from behind, not understanding the word on that note.

“ It says: ‘ When my eyes saw this dress, my mind immediately thought of you. Express yourself with it. Love yourself in it as much as I would. Your Marko.’ ” you read the note once again and your friend immediately grabbed her chest.

“Oh, my-” she fell on the bed, looking at the ceiling with dreamy eyes. “If you don’t marry this boy, I will.” she sat back up and you laughed.

“I know.”

“He really knows you.”

“I know.”

“I mean, he even bought you this gorgeous dress.”

“I know.” you sighed, letting it fall back on the box and turning around to her with a foul expression. “It’s just... “

“You like the Hufflepuff.” she stood up and put her hands on your shoulders. “But he likes the Ravenclaw and you.” she turned you around and grabbed the dress, putting it in front of you. “Will show him just how much he’s missing on.” she pushed you in front of the mirror and smiled wickedly.

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Merlin, if you could take a photo of Marko’s reaction, you’d frame it and put it on your wall but you could only walk to him and take his hand.

“Boze moi.” he smiled widely and twirled you once, making the dress follow. “I think I vant to marry you.” he pressed you against your chest and put his hand on your cheek.

“Get in a line.” you scoffed and walked in front of him.

He chuckled and quickly followed you, offering you his arm to which you put your hand around. “Sassy as alvays.”

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Finally, the Champions with their escorts came and when Cedric’s eyes landed on you, they never left. Yet, a hand pressed against your hip and pulled you closer. Cedric’s stare was averted elsewhere and when you turned your head to your escort, he was glaring at the Hufflepuff. “Jealous, are we?” you nudged him a bit and he seriously down at you.

“He has his own girl to look at. You’re mine.” he said sternly and kept watching you with his dark eyes.

“No, I’m not.”

“Not yet.” his lips curved into a smirk and you took a moment to process. You didn’t like how it sounded from his lips. It let you feel uncomfortable all of a sudden but you just brushed it off.

The last one was Viktor, nodding and smiling at the two of you and holding Hermione by his side. After the entrance, there was the formal dance you all rehearsed for the past month and a half but during it, you couldn’t help yourself to look at him. To look at the boy who was on the other side of the hall, holding another girl.

“Hej.” Marko stopped dancing and you looked up at him.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” he put his hands on your cheeks and looked at you carefully.

“I’m great. Why?” you forced a wide smile and he smiled as well.

“Good.” he let go and backed away. “Want a drink?”

“Yes, please.” you replied and walked to your table but before you could sit, a hand reached out to yours and twisted you into someone’s arms. Not just someone’s but his.

“Hey, stranger.” you smiled as you saw his wonderful blue eyes. Your hands were pressed against his chest and he was smiling at you, not letting out a sound, just observing your lips.

“I think you owe me a dance.”

“I think I do.” you followed him on the dance floor and waited for the song to change. But like a prayer to be heard, instead of a rock, pop or indie song, a slow song started playing.

“Would you look at that?” he grinned and put his hands on your hips. “Odd.” his eyes flashed with a glint of mischief and you snorted.

“Smooth move, Diggory. What was the bribe?”

“I may have promised him that he can see the dragon I fought.” he chuckled and you laughed with him.

“And he bought it?”

“When your father works at the department for regulation and control of magical creatures, then yes. He bought it.”

“That’s little unfair for a Hufflepuff like you, don’t you think?”

“Oh, what we do for love.” he spun you around and back to him, only that your back was pressed against his chest and he was whispering in your ear. “You look stunning in this dress and I can’t have you. That’s unfair.”

“Who said you can’t have me?” you turned your head to him and looked up at his eyes. They were looking at yours and then they followed to the glitters under your eyes. They must have fallen there from the glittery sky. They followed to your nose and to your lips that beautifully shone from the lipgloss. He was about to kiss you and you knew it. You could feel your heart beating its way out of your chest and your knees were barely holding you together. You have waited for this moment for so long and now it was just about to happen. Yet it didn’t.

Because it took you a while for you to break from his effect, you looked at those blue eyes and they were further away from you.

“Don’t you touch her, govno jedno.” Marko snarled to Cedric, gripping your wrist tightly.

“Marko!” you tried to pull away from his grip but it was too tight around your wrist. “Let go off me!” you tried to rip it out but he was dragging you outside the hall already. You stumbled over your feet and kept trying to rip your hand from his but it started to hurt. “Boli, Marko! Marko!!” you shouted and he turned around sharply, lifting your hand but still holding it tightly.

“What’s wrong with you!?! I walk away and see you slutting with another luyno!”

“I was dancing with him! I was having fun!”

“Ti beshe kurva!” (You were being a slut)

“Kurva!?” you shouted at him. “Kak smeesh da me narichash taka?” (How dare you call me that!?)

“Zashtoto e vyarno!” (Because it’s true!) he shouted harshly.

“The only thing that’s true is that you’re a fucking bastard. Jebi se, Marko!” (Screw you, Marko) you tried to walk away but he only pulled you back and wrapped his arm around your body, pressing against his own body.

“Da ti go nachukam otpred i otzad.” he chuckled in your ear, searching for your wand and taking it. He threw it away and pulled you with you.

You felt like your heart was about to fall from your chest. You wanted to scream but he was pressing his hand over them. You wrestled out of his grip but he caught ou again.

“HELP!” you shouted but he slammed his hand against your mouth. Nobody could hear you. The music was loud but there he was. He was there, looking around the corridor and Merlin, you wanted to scream but only tears fell down your cheeks. Before he could notice you, Marko pulled you around the other corner and pressed you against the wall.

“Please, Marko. Don’t do this.” you sobbed and tried to push him away but what was your strength against him. He started to suck on your neck but your hands tried to push him away, he put his wand out and put it to your throat.

“Shut up.” he smiled wickedly, tearing the dress he bought for you. “I know you want thi-” he was thrown away from you and tackled by the same boy you saw before you disappeared around the corner. You slid down the wall, numb and shaking.

“THE HELL!” he punched his jaw but Marko overpowered him, pinning Cedric on the ground and returned the favor. He squeezed Cedric’s throat and cackled.

“You think you can fight me, little ferret?”

“Stupefy!” there was a red flash and Marko was thrown away, hitting his head and falling unconscious.

Cedric looked up at you, his eyes wide and shockingly staring at your shaking hand that continued to hold the wand. “(y/n).” he lifted his hands. “Put the wand down. I won’t hurt you.”

“I-I-” you voice shook just as your hand until there was no strength and the wand fell from your hand. You gasped, putting your hand over your mouth and sobbing. Cedric walked over to you but didn’t dare to touch you. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “Can I hold you?”

You looked up at him with ruined makeup and took his hand, pulling it around you. His arms wrapped around you and both of you sat on the cold ground. You continued to cry in his arms but he kept whispering. “It’s okay. You’re safe.” but despite the reassuring words, you still couldn’t stop shaking. You were just held in his arms and you cried. Just cried.

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory imagine #viktor krum #viktor krum imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #golden trio #golden trio era #golden trio imagines

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cozysugaa · 4 years

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Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to get to know better!

Tagged by @vante-love 💕💕💕 thank youuu

Nicknames: Mimi

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5'0, I'm so short

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw 😌

Last thing I googled: iphone 8 plus, cause I wanna get that phone when I can finally start working

Favorite musicians: BTS, Doja Cat, Qveen Herby, iyla. They're all my top

Song stuck in my head: UGH! - BTS

Following: 323

Followers: 430

Do you get asks?: not that often

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

What are you wearing: a tank top and shorts

Dream job: I don't really have a dream job but I'm in college for nursing, I'd like to do some form of nursing involving babies

Dream trip: South Korea, France, South Africa, the Caribbean islands

Instruments: never played any

Languages: English and I've been teaching myself Korean for 3 years now and I wanna get back into Spanish

10 favorite songs (my faves atm🤩)

My Time - BTS

UGH! - BTS

Cash Rules - iyla

VIBE - 1TEAM

Invitation - Ashnikko

No Idea - Don Toliver

Take It Out On Me - Justin Bieber

Who Dat B - Jessi

Psycho - Red Velvet

Lunchbox Friends - Melanie Martinez

If you were an animal, what would you be? A baby panda or a lion

Favorite food: Mac and cheese!

Random fact: I'm gonna do 2 facts 😌, I looove going on rollercoasters! And I listen to music in so many languages including English, Korean, Spanish, Japanese, and Vietnamese

My aesthetic: Any shades of purple, roses, crop tops, ripped jeans, heels, really pretty skys, lofi hip hop music, sunsets, late night car rides

I tag: @moonstarvmin @motspersonaa @branmuffinist @flowerseok @kookscrescent @sopesgirl @tataehyungs

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#tagged #♡

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j-hoseok94 · 4 years

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Book:House of Cards

Author: ReyRey

01•02•03•04•05•06•07•08•09•10•11•12•13•14•15

*FIFTEEN*

^Jungkook^

It was late and i was settling in for the night. Sitting down on my couch i started remembering my past. At night my demons always came out to play. I was alone even though i was surrounded by so many people. My past came flooding in and overwhelming my senses. I got up and headed to my wine cellar and grabbed a random bottle. I needed a drink and i needed one now. As i plopped my ass down on the couch, i poured myself a drink. Before i knew it, that drink was gone. I poured a few more drinks and drank them all. I don't know how many i had. 2,3,4 i have no idea i was just trying to drown my past and my sadness.

The doorbell rang and i slowly got up from the couch. I walked slowly as i tried to reach the door and not fall back on my ass. My balance went to shit and i reached the door. I opened it a little too fast and in a slurred voice, "Whad do ya vant?"

The small girl smiled up at me and stepped inside. "Kookie are you drunk?" I chuckled and walked back to my couch and fell on it. It felt like a bunch of clouds i couldn't help but laugh.

"hehehe Noo i'm juss ffiiinee." She closed the door behind her and slinked her way over to me on the couch. She sat down next to me and i curled up in a ball in the corner of the couch. She scooted closer to me and i looked over at her. "Whad do ya vant Aphrodiiittehh?" She was really pretty and i really wanted to touch her hair. It looked fluffy like cotton candy. She got up for a second and placed something on the TV stand and walked back over to me.

"Kookie what happened to you at that party?" I didn't wanna dig up my past mistakes. It was ruining my buzz but before i could even think i was telling her everything. I leaned my head back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. She was playing with my hair and i went through another two glasses of wine during my discussion with her. I was fucked up and i knew it. I wanted it to be like that it made me forget my demons and my loneliness.

After awhile of talking she got closer to me and she started kissing my neck. It felt good and i was not about to stop her. Her hands were all on me and i wanted more. I wanted it now and i did not want to wait anymore. I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me. She continued to kiss me hungrily and she would moan occasionally. It was turning me on and as i felt up on her ass she started grinding against me. "Fuck babe, don't tease." I moved my lips to her jawline and down her neck, i felt her tense up and that made me smile. I started to scratch her back from top to bottom. She gasped and i flipped her onto the couch. She stared up at me with lust filled eyes.

She started to take my clothes off and i let her. She ran her hands over my six pack and bit her lip. She was so fucking hot. I started to tease her little by little. I started at her neck then her collarbone, nibbling and licking my way down. I reached her nipples and started to fiddle with them. Pinching them a little between my fingers while i licked her other boob. She writhed underneath me trying to hold back her moans. I kissed her lips, "Don't do that babe i wanna hear those moans." I went back to my previous duty and continued to tease her chest as she made pleasure filled moans.

I wasn't one for doing too much teasing i knew what the girls wanted so i mostly just got down to business. I pulled off my pants and boxers, while simultaneously moving her panties aside i teased her entrance. She tried to squirm away from me but i kept at it. She grabbed my arm and dug her nails into me. I pushed in between her folds and she inhaled sharply at my sudden change of pace. She started moaning again and i continued thrusting into her. She was tight and i liked that. I thrusted in deeper and she scratched down my back while pulling me closer. She bit down on my neck and i groaned.

I knew i was fucked up from all that alcohol because i knew i was pleasing Aphrodite but in my mind she was Rose.

The next day at school was rather awkward. I was planning on 'breaking up' with Jungkook and even though it wasn't a real relationship i still sucked at break ups. I walked in alone and was trying to keep my head down. As i walked past the double door that lead to the hallway that lead to the piano room. I heard a very steady and peaceful song floating from the room. As i walked over there and i heard a very faint singing. I rushed to the door to see who it was and as i got closer i knew who was singing the voice became familiar. It was Yoongi but i have never heard this song before ever. As he sang i just stood by and listened to his soothing voice,

"Acting like we're comforting each other

With words mixed with thorns

Can't keep doing this, we need to make a decision

If we didn't have feelings for each other

If we didn't think of each other

Would we have dragged it out like this?

Now if you don't have any more feelings

This seesaw is dangerous

Stop thinking about me

Alright, a repeating seesaw game

Song is Trivia:Seesaw :)

I stood there as he finished up. My phone buzzed as i received a mass text that appeared to be for the whole school. I looked at my phone and reluctantly clicked the link and what i saw was a very drunk very red faced Jungkook. As i continued to watch he was talking to a girl i couldn't see who it was. He was slurring his words but as i listened my heart began to race. He was talking about the party. He got to the last thing that i remember happening which was spin the bottle.

He continued on to admit some very vulgar and malicious things. He talked about how he tried to have sex with me and how i fought against him. I dropped my phone and fell to the floor. The memories came rushing back and i couldn't handle them. I kept my eyes closed as i screamed at the top of my lungs for it to stop. I felt arms around me and swiftly picking me up off the ground. I buried my face in his shoulder and cried i couldn't control my breathing as everything fell into place all the pieces were connected.

I remembered every breath i felt on my neck and the smell of alcohol on his breath. "No no make it stop! Make it go away! I-I don't wanna remember." I started shaking violently and i felt like i was having a nervous breakdown. It was too much at one time.

"Rose. Rose. Look at me. It's okay, you're okay." He pulled my hands off my ears as he cradled me in his lap. I was still panicking my breathing rapid like i was hyperventilating. He grabbed my face and kissed me. I felt his soft lips and all these happy memories came up and i smiled. He pulled away and looked at me, wiping away my tears. "See now you aren't breathing fast." He smiled his gummy smile and i melted. I looked into his eyes as i realized that i wasn't freaking out anymore.

I took a few deep breathes as i centered myself and calmed my nerves. "Yoongi tell me everything, from the beginning. I need you to tell me since i can't deal with this alone and i know you're the only one that can stop my attacks." He sighed and kissed my lips gently looking down at my lap.

"OK Kitten but, you're not gonna like what i have to say."

"Try me."

Short chapter cause i had to cut the last one in half. Hope you enjoy as the plot thickens:)

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