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moonlight | m.yg [1]

next chapter: soon

summary: when it’s finally the week of your big sister's wedding, you’re more than excited for it to be over as responsibilities come flying your way. however, you can’t seem to stop thinking about a particular groomsman with blonde hair.

pairing: groomsman!yoongi x bridesmaid!y/n

genre: wedding!au, strangers to lovers au | awkward, fluff, angst, mature

word count: 7.4k

status: in progress

author’s note: reposting this bc i miss him. i’ve been wanting to do this for sooooo long but never had time- still don’t but oops.

Sleep is what you really needed right now, especially when you already lacked it in your daily life. But no, that wasn’t really an option right now, not when you had to wait for your sister to pick you up from the airport and get dinner afterwards.

Realistically, you could’ve slept on the plane ride here, but you hated the seat you were in. At first, you sat in the aisle seat because it was always the fastest way to exit afterwards, but you had to give that up when a man probably in his late 50s basically ordered you to move to the middle because older people need "more" room.

You weren’t happy, but you weren’t about to argue because of this.

All you wanted to do right now was go to your old bedroom and change into some comfy sweats and an oversized t-shirt before pulling your blankets over your head to sleep in peace. You knew it was not going to happen any time soon, but a girl can wish.

As you finally saw your suitcases at the baggage claim area, you grabbed one, almost falling by how large and heavy it was. You cursed at yourself for overpacking, but you were staying in town for two weeks and could not risk the chance of not having enough clothes. Luckily, your other suitcase was fairly smaller.

Walking to the other side of the terminal, you saw the exit to the pick up area, immediately moving your legs faster because you couldn’t wait to get out of here. There were too many people walking slow, it surprised you how calm you’ve lasted.

Once you reached a bench in front of the area, you noticed that the weather was not that great. It was raining, which you loved- but your sister planned most of her events outside so this is probably going to make her cry for hours.

And you really don't wanna be the shoulder she cries on- she is very dramatic when she sobs.

Pulling out your phone, you noticed you received three texts. One from your sister, mom, and boss.

[mom] 5:57pm: were you able to land safely? don’t look tired and try not to be introverted, namjoon’s mother is joining us for dinner. put on some makeup, love you!

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. You weren’t surprised in the slightest, you knew how your mother was. She didn’t mean any harm, but she loves to impress others. By looking a bit tidy, she thinks people wouldn’t think lowly of us. However, she fails to understand that we’ve known your future brother-in-law’s family for almost six years now, you don’t believe they will call off the wedding by seeing their future daughter-in-law’s little sister bare faced.

Plus, his mother is the sweetest. If anything, she always told you how much she loved seeing natural faces compared to the overdose of products people nowadays use in which she refers to “tiktok trends.”

[jae] 6:01pm: the office is going to miss you! tell ur sister congrats again, and then do it again for me once she’s actually married lol. don’t you dare ask if there’s work for you to do it in the next two weeks!

Laughing to yourself, you quickly replied with a small “thank you, i will tell her,” along with a “darn, now i cant use work as an excuse to get out of wedding duties. but if there is work needed to be done just text me.”

[violet] 6:13pm: almost there!! look out for a black suv. hope u don’t need to go home, kinda planning to go straight to dinner bc our reservation is at 7 and joonie doesn’t want to be late! he’s scared they’ll judge us, see you soon <3

Of course he would think that, coming from the man who thinks texting and walking is rude- it's debatable!

That’s when you looked at the time, noticing that it was exactly 6:20pm. There was still time to make it by 7, you were sure of it.

As you were about to reply to your mom and sister, you heard the sound of tires screeching with constant honks. You looked up, noticing a very expensive-looking suv pulled near the curb, still beeping.

Was this your sister? I mean, it was black like she stated it would be.

Your question was finally answered when you noticed the passenger window being rolled down, revealing two young looking men with bright smiles eagerly waving, the driver still beeping with his other hand causing many people around to glare as they walked by.

You noticed the man with very shaggy hair, wearing what seems to be a white t-shirt, black slacks, and sneakers as he opened the door. “What’s up, y/n,” he smiled, making his way towards you.

“Taehyung? What are you doing here? I thought Violet was going to pick me up- is she in the backseat?” You questioned as he automatically went to grab your bags. “And what is this moron doing here? I thought he got his license taken away last month?”

Looking back to the SUV, you saw your cousin in the driver’s seat with what seems to be him fighting off a man with a bright yellow and green vest knocking violently on his window side.

“You cannot park here, you’re holding up traffic!” the man yelled, causing your cousin to roll his eyes before rolling down the window maybe two inches before yelling back.

“You’re the one holding up traffic standing in the middle of the road!”

“Don’t make me call security! Park in the parking lot!” The man dragged on, hitting the side of the car repeatedly and motioning his arms to drive away at the same time.

"Aren't you security?!" Your cousin honked before glaring at the man. “And you scratch my car, you pay for it!”

You stopped watching their little altercation as Taehyung began rolling your suitcases towards the trunk of the car, making you follow along. “She wasn’t able to come, apparently she had to go pick up some materials she ordered for the centerpieces,” he stated, setting the bags inside before closing the trunk. “And I am not sure why he is driving, I think everybody forgot he shouldn’t be and I am too lazy to do it, I was not able to take my nap today because Namjoon made me paint the photo booth all morning- it was exhausting.”

Opening the passenger door for you, you quickly jumped in as he shut it before jumping into the seat behind you. Turning to your left, you could still see your cousin arguing with the man before Taehyung told him to drive already.

“No! I hope you have a shitty day, you asshole!” Your cousin screamed before speeding away down the street. After literally two seconds, he looked your way while smiling brightly. “I missed you!”

Giving him a dirty glance, you slap his arm. “Ow! What was that for?” He whined, rubbing his arm with his free hand.

“Jungkook, why the fuck are you driving?” you declared. “You’re not allowed”

“Says who,” he rolled his eyes.

“The state,” Taehyung says from the backseat.

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head. “They can’t do anything, I pay my taxes.”

Groaning, you rub your forehead. “This has nothing to do with your taxes, you imbecile.”

He gives you a confused look for a quick moment before moving his eyes back on the road again. “You don’t need to use big words to attack me, y/n. This isn’t law school.”

You heard Taehyung sighing at how annoying his friend was being. To clear things up, Taehyung was actually a close friend of your side of the family through Jungkook, the two of them being inseparable since kindergarten.

You just so happened to know him well since he always followed Jungkook everywhere he went, same vice versa, as you saw your cousin basically everyday due to only being one year apart and both your mom’s being sisters. But with Taehyung, you happened to be the same age, same with their other friend in their trilogy, Jimin. In which you were surprised he wasn’t here because Jimin loved going to dinner with them.

“Why are you driving?”

“I got my license back,” he smiled, nodding heavily when he saw the questionable facial expression you were making. “I swear! I went to the DMV and everything. I got it back after paying like $3,000.”

Choking on your saliva after hearing how much he had to pay, you gasped, “Why so much? What exactly did you do?!”

Jungkook awkwardly moved both his hands on the steering wheel, obviously not wanting to answer your question as you heard his friend chuckling in the backseat. “Yeah, tell her Jungkook, what did you do?”

Throwing a small box of tissues he had left near the middle cup holder to Taehyung, Jungkook began his excuse. “I’m not really sure, apparently it’s illegal to drive through rain puddles,” he shrugged.

You shifted your head a bit, “that’s not illegal.”

“It is when you purposely speed through them to get people wet,” Taehyung giggled as Jungkook groaned in annoyance.

“Dude! You weren’t supposed to tell her that part!” Jungkook whined.

“That is so rude,” you pinched his arm as he tried moving away from you, knowing your first reaction to things were mostly violence. “How would you like it if someone did that to you?”

“I actually wouldn’t mind it,” he stated. “Saves me money from going to a waterpark.”

Sometimes, you wondered what goes on in that big head of your cousin. Not much common sense, that’s for sure.

“Anywho,” you spoke up, trying to change the dumb conversation you just had. “What’s the plan for tonight? I heard something about a dinner, but other than that I have idea what’s going on. No one told me anything.”

Jungkook shrugged, glancing at you a few times as he answered your question. “I know we have dinner with some of Namjoon’s friends, his mom, your parents, and then you sister’s friends. But afterwards, no clue.”

“Why are you and Taehyung going then?”

He scoffed, looking offended. “I’ll have you know, we are very much indeed Namjoon’s friends,” he proudly said before giving in once he saw how that did nothing. Maybe acquaintances but definitely not friends. “All the groomsmen were invited.”

Ah yes, you almost forgot Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were appointed groomsmen which was a big shock considering they were not close to Namjoon like that.

But to be completely honest, your sister did have six bridesmaids while Namjoon only had three real groomsmen he wanted. So, she was able to convince Namjoon to allow the other three to take apart on their special day because they were basically like family.

And because he had no one else to call.

Although, it didn’t take much convincing, Namjoon did love the guys and they all bonded really well whenever they did interact.

“So, Jimin’s going?”

“He should be,” you heard Taehyung answer. “He couldn’t come with us to pick you up because he had to drop his little brother off at baseball practice- but I think their mom is going to pick him up once he’s done.”

You nodded, understanding the situation. To be honest, you were happy the three of them were going. It’s not like you wouldn’t know anyone tonight, maybe only a couple people, but the rest of your family never knew how to make you feel comfortable the same way the boys did.

Maybe its because you basically grew up with them and how you were all close in age, but you felt more open and less forced to act a certain way when they were by your side.

Throughout the car ride, you had to constantly bicker with Jungkook about slowing down and to avoid potholes as it kept getting in the way of you applying concealer and powder from your seat. You especially yelled when he almost made you smash your mascara wand in your eye, causing Taehyung to hide his laughter as he scrolled through twitter.

Finally, after small loads of traffic and listening to Jungkook’s ‘go crazy, go stupid’ playlist in which consisted of old Taylor Swift and Hannah Montana songs, you made it to the restaurant. The problem was, the rain was hectic. You’re surprised Jungkook didn’t crash into a pole trying to see through his windshield wipers.

Once you parked, Jungkook sheepishly smiled. “Okay so we have a small problem- nothing serious,” he stated as you gave him a look for him to continue. “We don’t have an umbrella.”

“What-” you and Taehyung said at the same time. “I can’t show up in there all wet, it’s pouring outside!”

“-and I can’t risk getting my shirt wet, I didn’t bring a sweatshirt and I am wearing a white top- my chest will be see through if it gets wet!” Taehyung cried out. “I don’t want people violating me.”

“Calm down, drama queens,” Your cousin rolled his eyes. “Y/n, cover your face with your arms to protect your makeup- that’s the only thing you should save. Taehyung, wrap your arms over your chest, don’t you dare lift them until we are sheltered. We got this guys!”

You scoffed as he cheered you both on. At least you all will be drenched together, you thought.

Getting ready to jump out of the car, you looked down at your outfit. You were wearing an oversized dark brown crewneck sweater, black thick leggings, and your white platform sneakers. At least you were kind of warm and didn’t have much to damage from the rain.

Looking back at how far the restaurant was from your parking spot, you three basically had to run the side of the building to get to the front. It wouldn’t have been a problem if it was regularly raining- but as it was lashing down with some now background sounds of thunder and lightening, you knew this was going to be a bad idea.

Jungkook gave you two a confident nod before aiming towards his door as Taehyung and you gave each other a worried look, eventually doing the same. “On the count of 3!” Jungkook yelled from his side.

Once we were all ready, hands on the door handle, you heard Taehyung start, “1-”

“-3!” Jungkook screamed and ran out the door, hearing the door lock as he ran his distance.

Taehyung and you looked at each other in shock before chasing after him. As you took more and more steps, you could tell that this rainstorm was probably one of the worst you have ever encountered.

But to be fair, you should have checked the forecast and remembered to bring your own umbrella.

After what seemed like minutes, the three of you finally made it to the front of the building in which you were blessed with a roof for your protection. At this moment, you have never been happier.

Moving your eyes to the two boys standing near you, you noticed how even though Tae’s hair was swamped, he managed to barely get his chest wet. Jungkook’s hair began curling up on the sides, but only that and his shoulders were fairly drenched.

You tried straightening out your sweater while looking up at Taehyung. “Do I look alright?”

“Yeah, you totally don’t look like you just ran through the rain.” he nodded, even though you could feel your hair soaked.

“Your makeup still looks intact,” Jungkook added, “but your hair- eh.”

You glared at him as he lifted his hands up in defense. He shouldn’t be talking, his hair was soaked too.

Trying to make yourselves look presentable, you didn’t notice someone rushing near you three, only when you felt a pair of arms wrapping behind you, causing you to squeal.

Moving your head to see the owner of the arms, you immediately hugged them back. “Jimin!”

“Y/n!” he giggled, but suddenly pulled away. “Ew, you’re drenched.” Nodding towards Jungkook, he quickly understood what happened. “Why didn’t you just tell me you guys were here? Jungkook, I texted you that I had an umbrella if you needed one.”

Taehyung and you turned to glare at Jungkook as he turned red and stammered, "I’m sorry, I-I didn’t see the message!”

"Hold on, man. Didn't you just dropped off your brother? It's pouring," Taehyung.

Jimin shrugged, "Do you think the MLB teams stop their games over some rain."

"In some cases, yes."

“Y/n! You’re here!” you heard that familiar voice squeal behind you, followed by a pair of arms once again hugging you. “I would totally not touch you, but I haven’t seen you in three months!”

Smiling, you held your annoying sister until you heard a cough. You let go to see your parents standing near her, your mom pushing her to the side, making your sister almost fall to the ground, before wrapping her arms around you. “Y/n! How was your flight? You never replied to my text, young lady,” she crossed her arms. Oh, how you love when your mother’s mood changes constantly.

She suddenly touched your face lightly, “Your face looks lovely! You’re hair though- uh its alright! The rain is our excuse!” she beamed.

Same old mother, but at least you knew she did not want you to take things seriously.

You felt your dad lightly wrap an arm around you, giving you a short greeting, probably not wanting to hold up our reservation as well but not because he didn’t want to be rude, he wanted to eat already.

Noticing no one else was outside, you sister began speaking. “Namjoon, his friends, and mom are inside sitting at the table already. I told them not to wait up on us so we don’t cause much of a disturbance inside.”

Nodding, she then began guiding everyone inside with your parents following directly behind her while Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook walked right along with you. It was a short walk inside, but you noticed that the table must have been all the way in the back, maybe in another room by how far in you all were going.

Being right, you could see that they reserved a private room which was extremely crazy- this must’ve been so expensive for a casual dinner!

The first person you noticed was your future brother-in-law sitting at the middle of the wide circular table, a seat empty right beside him for your sister you assumed. You identified his mother pretty clearly as she sat on the other side of him.

Your parents quickly sat on the seats right next to where your sister just sat. You moved your eyes to see most of the bridesmaids, who you knew for the longest as they all either went to school or worked with her, sitting right near you parents and across from them.

There was only one seat next to the last bridesmaid that was opened, so you assumed it was for you as it was across from your sister’s seat. Looking at the boys, you frowned, realizing you would be separated as they only had empty seats on the other side of the table where Namjoon’s mom sat. At least you could look at them from across the table.

Jimin fake pouted before they all walked to the available seats. You finally noticed the three other boys sitting beside them, only recognizing one of them, Hoseok. You were happy to be seated right next to him as you two have met many times in the past, but you couldn’t help but wonder who the other two were and why you weren’t introduced to them earlier.

Hoseok was actually a close friend of both Namjoon and your sister, in fact, he was the one who introduced them many years ago. He was probably one of the few close male friends your sister even had who she trusted with all her heart who didn’t want to sleep with her.

You also befriended him as he was the only one who wouldn’t complain but encouraged you to hang out with them during their high school days when your sister pulled the ‘hormonal teenager who hates everybody’ phase.

“Nice to see you, y/n. Thanks for coming, I know you must be exhausted from your flight, but it means a lot that you were able to make it,” Namjoon kindly greeted you, in which you smiled in return.

“It’s okay,” you shyly reply, feeling your nerves kick in because you suck at public speaking, even when it’s with people you’ve already met.

“Now she’s shy,” you heard your cousin stifle in a low laugh before Jimin kicked his leg, in which he groaned in pain, trying not to make any noise as he clutched his knee.

As you gave Jungkook a dirty look, you began turning, quickly taking a look at the guests you didn’t know. One seemed to look slightly tall, or you assumed he was by how long his torso was. He was very good looking, just not your type.

But the other one was already looking at you, his eyes quickly moving away when he realized he was caught, not seeming to care though. He had very beautiful eyes and bright blonde hair, but he looked very intimidating with his blank- almost cold expression.

“You look dashing, y/n!” You heard Namjoon’s mom exclaim, making you turn extremely red. God, you hated when people gave you compliments, especially when others were around. You did not like the attention it brought.

“Thank you” you looked down, trying your best to make your face cool down. You wish you were in the rain right now.

“I take full responsibility for her hair not looking the best,” Jungkook spoke up, making you immediately cover your face with your hands, praying he stop talking. “I forgot the umbrella.”

You heard him groan again, maybe from one of the boys kicking him for his irrelevant comments.

“I know the struggle,” You heard one of the unknown guests Namjoon had, the one who looked tall, begin. “I tripped while trying to walk in and landed on a puddle.” This caused you to giggle, happy that he was willing to embarrass himself to deflect the attention off you. “But it’s alright, luckily I had extra pants in my car.”

“Now that you mentioned that uh- fascinating information,” Namjoon awkwardly started. “Y/n, I realized you never met my other groomsmen-”

“Groomsmen? How dare you” You heard the same friend fake gasp, causing Hoseok to groan right beside you. “I am the one and only best man”

“So, that’s Jin,” Hoseok finally spoke up, rolling his eyes at his friend who you realized probably loved the attention more than you actually knew.

“Oh, hi” you shyly waved as he gave you a cheesy smile.

“Sorry about him, he’s a little over the top,” Namjoon sweetly mentioned to you, causing Jin to scoff. “-but in a good way!”

Just by observing their attitude towards each other, you can tell Jin was the friend who made Namjoon be more confident and open-minded enough to try new things. He seemed like the hype man of the group.

“And that’s Yoongi,” Hoseok added, pointing to the man on the left of him, the one who looked like he did not want to talk to anybody. You began to realize this Yoongi guy was more reserved than the rest, giving you a small nod as you awkwardly looked away.

“Sorry about him, he seems quiet- but he does talk! Quite a lot actually,” Jin added, causing Yoongi to nudge him.

“Same with this one,” Violet giggled, looking your way causing you to glare at her. Way to put the spotlight on you.

Luckily for you, your mother just knew so many topics to talk about that she carried a conversation fairly quickly right after your sister’s comment.

You would have listened to it all the way, but to be honest, you were mentally exhausted. Work had you up till 10pm last night and with it being such a jammed pack month already, you completely forgot to pack until this morning. Having to check in two bags, you had to arrive at the airport three hours early to make it in time to depart from all the long lines.

You don’t think anyone beside your dad and Namjoon’s mom were listening to your mom because as you looked around the table, you realized people were either making faces at their friends or just looking anywhere else but the speaker.

That’s when you noticed Taehyung making a silly face your way, causing you to smile at him. But when you did so, you saw from the corner of your eye the restrained individual placing his eyes on you that didn’t leave until he was about to be caught again.

Yeah, you wished this dinner would be over soon.

"That was probably one of the best steaks I have ever digested," Namjoon smiled while wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Did he just say 'digested'?" you heard one of your sister's friend, Mina you believe, whisper to her other friend, Hani, who just shrugged.

After about an hour of awkward conversations that consisted of when Violet and Namjoon would be making babies and who would take custody if they both randomly die, dinner was finally over.

To be honest, you were glad that you were mostly not chosen to speak. That was until your mother thought it would be a brilliant idea to bring up your personality compared to your sisters, in which she made sure to mention the one time in 4th grade when you threw a tantrum and bursted into tears because you didn't want her to leave you alone on the first day of school.

Violet made sure to clarify how immature you were as a fourth grader, in which you thought if it would really be bad punching her in the face right then and there. You were sure makeup could cover the bruises.

"I should probably get going, I think your father is getting off soon from work," you heard Namjoon's mom say, slowly standing up before giving her son a warm hug.

Following the signs, everyone began standing up, getting ready to say their goodbyes. That was until your sister suddenly spoke up, becoming an announcer.

"Wait I forgot to mention, tomorrow is day 1 out of 7!" she cheered as her fiancee placed an arm on her lower back. "Don't forget to bring your shoes!"

"What's tomorrow?" You thought, but apparently out loud as everyone glanced your way, causing you to look back at Violet.

"You don't know?!" she gasped, looking back towards your mom. "Did you not tell her?" Watching as your mother softly gave her a small smile, your sister's eyes made their way back to you in disbelief. "It's our first dance rehearsal."

"Dance rehearsal?" You squinted your eyes, not believing how in the world she planned to make people learn a dance in under a week. "You do understand your wedding is in 6 days right after tomorrow, right?"

"We couldn't plan practices earlier because you and Jin don't live near here and we didn't want you both going out of your way to get here for it," Namjoon commented. "That would've been too expensive."

Realization hit you, you have to dance...in front of people.

Looking up, you tried showing a relaxed expression, but you're sure you only pulled out an uncomfortable one at the thought of having to publicly dance when you are in fact the worse dancer ever.

Truth be told, you wish you can easily agree and go with the flow, but knowing yourself the best you know you cannot pull this off. There is a reason why you dropped dance class in high school and it was because you kept making your partner's toes bleed from stepping on them so much.

But before you could speak up, or as if you were going to, your sister beat you to it. "You're doing it, no exceptions," she pointed a finger at you.

"You can be my partner!" Jimin exclaimed, wrapping an arm over your shoulder, trying to cheer you up. "I'm a great dancer."

"I beg to differ," Taehyung crossed his arms. "Have you seen these hips? Been shaking them since I was eight years-old."

"Just Dance doesn't count," Jimin hissed, making Tae scoff.

"It does when you're undefeated!"

Before the two of them could continue their bickering, your sister intervened. "None of you are dancing with her, I've already assigned partners," and right when they were going to ask who she added, "and you're not finding out until tomorrow. I don't want you trying to ask us to privately change your partners tonight so deal with it."

That definitely made them shut up before she carried on saying farewell to everybody.

You being you, you stood there stiff as everyone hugged each other. Never knowing how to really say 'bye', you often just waved. It was your thing.

You felt large arms wrap around you, causing you to gasp for air from the tight hold. "It was so nice meeting you, y/n!" You heard Jin burst out before pulling away. "Hoping we end up as partners, you seem so chill."

Certain that that was not going to happen, you sheepishly nodded. Not that you did not want him as a partner, to be fair, you probably would have chosen him as one of your top choices if it were up to you only because he seemed friendly and welcoming.

However, he was the best man.

Everybody knows the best man always gets paired with the maid of the honor, in which you believe was Naile.

Once he moved passed you to say his goodbyes with your parents, you noticed Yoongi finishing his farewells with Namjoon's mom before turning in your direction.

Shifting your eyes somewhere else in the room, you felt a weird feeling in your stomach.

For some reason, interacting with someone else who is also quiet but now intimidating made you extra nervous, fearful they might randomly lash out on you.

Just before Yoongi could at least give you a small nod, like he had done earlier, Namjoon announced that we should all be on our ways as the restaurant probably wanted us gone by now.

Running up to Jimin, you followed your friends and cousin out the door. Not noticing the pair of eyes following your every move up until you were out of sight.

Finally, now you can go home and sleep.

Waking up this morning was hard for you, especially when you knew how stressful it was going to be.

Maybe it was because you knew what was to come but didn't at the same time. It was safe to say you were panicking the whole drive to the small park your sister booked for the morning.

However, your sister was nothing close to nervous, in fact, she was beaming in joy throughout the car ride, constantly telling you she was excited to be a day closer to her wedding.

"Don't freak out too much about practice, okay?" Violet began as she parked the car. "None of them have experience dancing, except Hobi and maybe like Jimin and whatever Tae thinks is dancing, but other than that we all suck."

"Thanks for the pep talk, I feel so much better," you sarcastically declare before opening the door and getting out.

"I'm serious! I know you well enough to see how anxious you are about this," she argued. "But I made sure to pick an easy dance we all can learn within a few days"

You only sighed. There was nothing you could really do at this point so there was not much convincing she was doing to make you feel better. Plus, it's her day. You kind of have to do whatever she wants whether you like it or not.

Following her to a medium-sized building, you noticed how nice this park really was. There was a huge duck pond on one side with a beautiful garden all around.

Where does she find these places?

As you two opened the doors, she led you down a hallway until you were walking into a pretty large banquet room. You saw mostly everyone was here, besides Jin and Namjoon, but other than that everyone was here.

"Where's my man?" Your sister questioned, setting her bag on one of the side tables as you closely followed behind her.

"Trying to figure out where he put his dancing shoes," Hoseok stated, lying back on the chair he was sitting in. "Hi, y/n."

You softly waved, seeing that Taehyung and Yoongi were sitting right next to him. Tae was too busy playing some game on his phone to notice your presence as Yoongi just gave you a brief glimpse before going on his phone as well.

"What took you forever to get here?" Jungkook asked, pulling up a seat right next to you on one of the empty tables you sat in. You felt Jimin sit next to him, waiting for your answer.

"Violet couldn't leave the house without shaving her face," you whispered, hoping she didn't hear that or else she would come up with something 10x worse to joke about you.

"I did notice something was different about her," Jimin joked, making you all laugh.

After talking for some time as your sister kept trying to call her fiancee, you heard the slam of a door with the sounds of footsteps nearing.

It appeared that Namjoon probably found his shoes with the help of Jin as they both ran in together, breathing a little heavy as your sister put her hand on her hip.

"Ready," he smiled, trying not to provoke your sister anymore.

Knowing your sister, she was probably going to hire some dance teacher to teach you guys proper techniques. What you did not know was that this instructor was going to make you freestyle your own ending steps with your partners.

Or at least that's what the instructor mentioned after they showed up fifteen minutes late due to "traffic."

But now that they have said it, no one knew who their partners were.

"Time for the moment everyone's been waiting for," your sister stomped her feet and motioned everyone to come near her. Once we did so, she asked, "who wants to know first?"

Jungkook raised his hand quickly. "Me!"

"I think we should make this a little fun," Violet smirked. "Let's write the pair's names on paper, randomly mix them in a bowl and then draw."

Namjoon nodded, not really caring too much about how this was going to be done. He just wanted to begin lessons, already knowing that he wasn't quite the best when it came to body movements only for the world to see.

You were despising every second of this. As the clock kept on ticking, you kept thinking about who your partner would be.

It's not like anyone here was truly horrible- or so you thought.

Plus, you had a high chance of getting the three boys you loved to death. However, your sister did say Jimin and Taehyung were out of the picture, so your only hope was your cousin.

But in your opinion, you weren't familiar with Namjoon's friends. Jin seemed like a sweetheart, but maybe the close proximity of dancing with someone who was practically a stranger was getting in your head.

The main person you were worried about was Yoongi.

It's not like you completely disliked him, you never dislike anyone unless you had a reason to. It was that you didn't know him.

You didn't know Jin either, but the difference was Jin made an effort to communicate to others. Yoongi just sits there with a blank expression, making you question if he is judging or ignoring you.

It's quite intimidating, really.

And with you being extremely quiet too, well... two quiet people don't really work well- or in a situation where both have to actively dance.

"Jimin and Leia!" you heard Namjoon announce.

Damn.

"Sorry, y/n," Jimin mouthed, making you swat your hand in reassurance that you were fine. I guess he's known you for so long to understand how frightening this was for you.

But you're a big girl, you'll get through this.

"Taehyung and Yuna!" Your sister roared.

Okay, maybe not.

Finally, after Hoseok and Jin were called, your nerves were getting to you. Now was not the time to overthink, whatever happens- happens.

Jungkook wasn't making this easier as he kept waving his arms around, mouthing the words "we're definitely partners." And for a split second, you began to believe him.

Well, that was until-

"Y/n and Yoongi," Namjoon called out, making your face fall. Violet began clapping her hands while her fiancee proudly smiled.

Feeling your face turn red, you continue staring at Namjoon as he slowly tilted his head to the side for you to go to your new partner, in which you responded with continuing on your stare.

It felt like hours before you felt someone's presence beside you, causing Namjoon to fix his attention back to announcing who's Jungkook's partner was going to be.

Moving your head slightly to the right, you could make out the bright blonde hair immediately. Yoongi was sitting next to you, oh my-

"I guess we're uh- partners?" he lightly squinted his eyes before looking directly at your own.

You felt weak at the knees by this eye contact, how are you going to make it through the week?

"R-right," you began, mentally screaming at yourself for stuttering "I mean right! Yeah, how uhm..cool?"

"Not really," he sighed, making your eyes widen. Was he really not that happy by this decision? "I don't dance much"

Relief hit you by his answer, okay maybe he doesn't hate you. "Don't worry, I'm on the same boat."

"Namjoon knows I don't do any of this," Yoongi cringed to himself. Does he mean dancing? "I'm sure your sister knows you aren't great either, they should have just partnered us up with someone who wasn't going to make us look humiliating."

Ouch, that stung.

You shut your mouth, not sure what to reply. You understood his point, but at the same time you didn't. It was beginning to become clear now that maybe he wasn't happy with this setup.

"Are we ready to begin?" you heard the instructor exclaim, causing you to look past Yoongi in which you were grateful this small conversation would have to be cut. "Please come forward and spread out, only your partners should be near you!"

Rubbing your fingers, you slowly followed after Yoongi who took the lead towards the middle of the spaced out "dance floor," or the only area in this room that did not have folding tables. The two of you ended up on the side while the others placed themselves throughout the middle and front of the teacher.

After listening to him ramble on about the needed chemistry between partners and showing how our hands must be placed on his practice dummy, who was Namjoon- which Violet did not like, it was time for everyone else to follow.

"Remember, the men are the leads! Take your lady's hand with your left and place your right on her hip! I want to feel the sexual tension from here!"

"Or a comfortable tension," Namjoon interfered.

Looking up at Yoongi, you saw him dully take his left hand out to grab your right one. By his lack of emotion, it triggered you to malfunction and embarrass the hell out of yourself.

He could feel how stiff your body was once he grabbed your hand, beginning to place his right hand behind on your mid back.

"Closer!" the instructor popped out of nowhere, causing you to flinch and almost trip over Yoongi's shoes. Yes, you just stepped on his shoes- he probably hates you now. "Hand on hip! You'll get the rhythm faster."

"No thanks, I'd rather not," Yoongi plainly stated, but was pushed inches away from your face when the instructor pushed you both forward.

You tried your best to look anywhere then at him, but it was incredibly hard. You did catch him throwing out a few glances a few times, but he would always divert his attention somewhere else when he noticed how uncomfortable you reacted to it.

"Do y-you think we should do what they are doing?" You asked, referring to steps that were just given to follow. Everybody else were figuring out the new footwork, but your partner just stood there as if he wanted to die already.

He simply just ignored you, only looking at what Jungkook and his partner were doing. In which, your cousin was swinging the poor girl around while she tried to slow him down in fear.

God, you wish this was over already.

"So...how did you like it?!" Violet questioned, sitting down on the bed in your old bedroom while you hid under the blankets. "It was fun, huh?"

"You call that fun?" You groaned, sitting up. "I want a new partner."

"What? No way! Yoongi will be hurt you wanted to switch."

"How if he was the one who questioned why we weren't switched in the first place?"

Violet gasped, "He said that?"

Nodding, you wiped some hair away from your face. "He also refused to put his hand on my hip. Is my body too gross for him or what?"

It did hurt your feelings he wouldn't listen to the basic suggestions, but if he didn't want to then there was nothing you could do.

"Maybe it was a respect thing- like to make sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries?"

Thinking about it for a second, she could be right.

"We just don't mix well, he would just ignore me any time I asked questions or spoke up," You sighed. "Please change my partner-"

"-I can't, we already began rehearsals," She cut you off.

"But we only learned basic steps! I can dance with a whole other human being and get it down with them! Please, please-"

"-no-"

"I can tell he despises every minute of this," You whine. "He's not into it and I'm just holding him back! You already know how scary this is to throw myself out there for this dance, at least let me be with someone who seems comfortable with me. It'll make me less anxious."

Your sister gave you a look, taking her time to think hard about this. She wanted you to feel fully comfortable, but it would be so unfair to switch partners the next day after announcing them.

"You know I want you to feel at your best, but the decision has been made and I-"

"If you let me switch I'll clean your room for a year," You rambled.

She rolled her eyes, "nice try, you don't even live nearby!"

"I'll send you money to buy your favorite meals twice a month!"

Violet gave you a stern look. "Y/n, no means no. I-"

"I'll say a speech at your wedding!"

That made her shut up.

This shocked you too because you avoided this topic from the start when she told you she was engaged. You hated talking, better yet- talking in front of people? No way, impossible to do!

"You would never, you can't even order your food without stuttering."

She didn't have to come at you like that..

"I promise!" you begged, jumping in front of her as she rolled her eyes.

Hearing her sigh, you felt weight being lifted off your shoulder. "Fine! You can have Hoseok, he's a quick learner anyway."

Almost making your sister fall off the bed as you tackled her in a hug, you cheered. "Thank you! Thank you! Tha-"

"Shut up already," she scrunched her face, pushing you off harshly. "I'm only doing this because you seem to feel really uncomfortable being near him and my sister instincts are going off."

You nodded quickly, trying to be on your best behavior so she doesn't change her mind.

"It kind of sucks though," she shrugged. "Namjoon and I thought you would be the perfect fit, you two are so alike"

"Being antisocial doesn't automatically mean we'll hit it off."

"Sorry, wouldn't know what that's like," she smiled and stood up from your bed. "I'm gonna go check on mom and the centerpieces, you should text Hobi a heads up for this week."

Once she left the room, you pulled out your phone to text him. You hope you weren't being a total bitch for doing this, but you doubt Yoongi would get offended.

He was the one who suggested it.

#min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #bts imagine #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #suga #suga imagine #strangers to lovers #bts x reader #bts suga #bts yoongi #agust d #bts fanfic #bts

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stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months

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heyyyyy sliding back in here lol

what about soft!jason who just knows when reader needs a hug? like not specific mental health issues but jason just notices a drained reader and decides to clear his aft to take care of his girl??

(this may or may not be completely self-indulgent...)

sending love <333

Heeeeelp not me relating too much to this for the rest of the weeeeekk 💀✨

A lot of scenarios came to mind but this was the most easiest to me

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What’s an obvious talent with nearly every member of the so called “Batfamily,” was the detective skills. The ability to observe and take in details, noticing the slightest shift in demeanor. Just harnessing the unique gift until it’s second nature was a gift in itself.

Jason wasn’t one to flaunt those abilities of his, but right now, he feels his mind working overdrive trying to figure you out.

As in, figure out your slumped body taking up most of the couch after you collapse on it. Your face hidden away behind the comforter, hiding from the harsh society of the daily grind that always found a way to bug the hell out of you after you believe you’re finally starting to get the hang of it.

“Can I have some couch time, too?” Came Jason’s soft question, gently prodding what he assumed was your shoulder. Your shuffling body grants him permission to settle along the slim space beside you, leaving you undisturbed in your sensory deprivation cocoon.

“Bad day at work, Huh?”

“Mhm.” Came a bland little muffle.

“Want me to make some calls?” Jason offers in an ever so snarky tone. “Take care of some business?”

“Please.” You murmur, taking him by surprise.

By that, he always references using violence just to get a rise outta you, knowing you’d usually click your tongue, roll your eyes, or smack him on the shoulder for his idiocy. This time, you agreed to it, maybe even consider mentally encouraging it.

This wasn’t the first time you agreed, but whenever you did was usually on ‘not so good’ days. Today looked like a ‘not so good’ day.

“Aww, babygirl.” Jason’s arms reinforce around your body, cradling you to himself like a treasured doll.

“Show me what’s underneath this blanket city you got goin’ on.” Jason pinched the fabric with two fingers, giving gentle tugs. “Show me that gorgeous face, pretty girl.”

Your reluctance was to be expected, but you give in. Your flushed face is greeted with crisp air before Jason comes to view, smiling softly with all his handsome beauty.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers, brushing some stray hair tussled by the blanket off to the side.

“Got some soda earlier. Want an ice cream float to feel better?” He asks, watching your head shift as you gesture a no. So distressed, you’d turn away a childhood tradition? Ouch.

“Hmm,” Jason tilts his head back in thought, clicking his tongue. “Need me to kill your boss?”

You nod yes, per his amusement.

“Agh, damn. You should’ve asked me that about a year ago, babe. Fresh outta the ‘soul refund pool’ me woulda’ done so in a heartbeat.”

You groan, hiding your face further in the valley of his neck while his hands rub circles along different points of your back. “S’okay sweetheart. I know what it’s like to wanna kill your boss, but you’re not at work right now.”

He easily shuffles you around as he spoke, hoisting you into his lap in a seated position.

“You’re home with me, safe an’ sound,” he continues as he pulls off your shoes, running his hands along your lower legs to soothe the muscles. “An’ I’m here. Real world isn’t gonna getcha in here.”

Jason’s lips on your forehead settles the sting of bitterness you’ve carried in your chest for hours. He knew just what to say, how to act, and held enough patience for the both of you combined.

You adored him. Your giant red teddy bear.

“Wanna do something fun, babe? Wanna watch an old horror movie?”

The silliest of habits you had with Jason was judging the movies you used to find scary back in the day. While some lived up to their name on the gore filled horror scare, the SFX and editing left something to nearly choke on popcorn over.

After that, it was good habit to end movie night on a comedy. The early Y2K movie parodies seemed to always hit the spot.

You nod yes to this, craving that relief now more than ever.

“Bet that ice cream is starting to sound good now, huh?” Jason muses, his smirk growing as your head shuffles a yes again.

Thought so.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #dc jason todd #jason todd x y/n #we need mimis

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boldlyvoid · 10 months

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I Can See You | Part One

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Reader | Part Two

Summary: Entering a secret relationship with her boss is something she always imagined, but never something she thought could happen.

Warnings: age gap, boss/subordinate relationship, secret relationship, sneaking around, office sex - Oral (fem receiving), canon typical violence (case mentioning rape and murder) mentions of Foyet, Aarons scars and Haley. Food mention, Smut - oral (mostly male receiving, light female receiving) unprotected p in v, creampies.

Word Count: 10.7k

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

When she joined the FBI and applied to the behavioural analysis unit, she thought her mind would be plagued with unsubs and victims and heartbreak. She was so sure that seeing horrific images and knowing disgusting details would haunt her in her sleep and eclipse her daydreams. And sure, they do bother her, it is hard to stomach sometimes… but there were upsides to this job. Very handsome, very muscular and very delicious, upsides.

She works in the bullpen, she doesn’t see much action, she just files a bunch of reports. She talks to leads on the phone, she consults on cases that VICAP has marked as ones to watch and once a week she brings a couple boxes worth of files up to her boss to give him a rundown on what’s going on. A lot of this Job used to be JJ’s, back when she was the Media Liaison but now that she’s an SSA, keeping track of requests of assistance from police precincts across the United States has fallen onto her plate.

Talking to Agent Hotchner once a week was both a blessing and a curse. She had her meetings with him Fridays at 4:30PM unless he was away on a case, then it was bumped to the morning after he returned at 8AM. That’s what she has to do this morning. All last week they were in Ohio, they returned around midday on Saturday, had the rest of the weekend off and were scheduled to meet at the round table Monday at 10.

She wakes up extra early, she has the longest shower of her life so she can wash her hair and shave everything. Then she puts on her makeup and does her hair all nice and she picks an outfit that was equally pretty and professional. It’s exhausting, but she’d do absolutely anything to look good for her boss. Even if it’s wrong and she knows nothing will happen, a girl can dream.

And she does dream about him. All the time, both awake and asleep. She imagines him walking past her in the hallway, their knuckles brushing ever so lightly because he’d do anything just for the chance to touch her. She imagines him calling her up to his office but instead of asking her to take a seat in the chairs in front of his desk, he sits her on the desk itself, legs open just wide enough for him to stand between them and look down at her. He’d run his finger along her jaw, to her chin so he can force her to look up at him. He’d talk to her in a mere whisper, asking if she’s been good, if she’s done all her work and if she deserves a reward… she gets lost in her daydreams at her desk and before she knows it, he’s standing at the railing in front of his office, calling her name.

“Are you coming?”

“Yes sir,” she rushes to her feet, soothes out her dress and grabs her things. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he truly doesn’t mind. He lets her enter his office first, he follows and shuts the door behind himself. “It’s early on a Monday, I’m sure you had fun this weekend?”

“Not really,” she shakes her head and then swallows sharply. “I uh, I have the reports ready for you, I was expecting to do them Friday, I can’t believe that last case went on 6 days.”

“It was a tough one,” Hotch agrees, making his way back over to his desk and taking a seat.

She follows his lead, taking a seat in front of his desk in one of the nice upholstered chairs. She crosses her ankles and sits as straight as she can, her breathing is rigid and she feels so awkward around him all the time. He’s too handsome for a job like this.

“Are you okay?” He asks, knowing by her body language that something is up.

She nods, furrowing her brow, she just keeps nodding, unable to find the words. “Yeah. Yeah, no I’m fine. Sorry. I don’t know why I always do this with you.”

He smirks, leans back in his chair and tries his hardest not to laugh. He’s too good at his job not to know. “I thought you wanted to be a profiler?”

“Okay,” she nervously pushes that comment to the side and cracks open her file. “I’ve gone through all the cases, I assigned the non-urgent ones to our bullpen agents and then I listed the ones you guys should look into by importance. At the top of the list we have what I think is a family annihilator in Utah who has gotten two families so far in the last 3 weeks. There’s a serial killer in Boston, he killed a man on the 4th of May and then again on the 7th of June. I don't suspect he’ll move to 3 until July, but we never know, he could speed up the process. And then there’s a string of rapes at the colleges in California: CalTech, Berkley, Stanford, Cal-State, but the last vic was murdered in her dorm room in Irvine. I’m not sure if it’s because she saw him this time or if he’s just getting braver.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Well, the 4 girls who have come forward so far say he was in a ski mask, so either she saw him this time and he didn’t want her to tell the sketch artist or he just wanted to move to murder. Either way, she’s dead and now that he’s killed he might not be able to stop.”

“Okay. We’ll brief the family annihilator to the team at 10 but if you hear anything more about this college rapest, you call me,” Hotch says as he goes to stand up. He moves around the desk and takes a seat on the corner. “What can you tell me about our next case?”

She sighs, “Not much. First, he killed a mother and her 3 daughters were killed, no sexual assault on any of them but there was semen found at the scene so he clearly got off on what he did… I had it ran through CODIS and we didn’t get any matches so he hasn’t been arrested for prior offences. In the second family there was no DNA on the scene but again, he killed another single mother and her son and daughter this time.”

“Okay. Any connection between the moms?”

She shakes her head, “Not that I could find. I did however notice that the one daughter from the first murder has a cousin on her dad's side and he played t-ball with the son from the second murder. I don’t have anything else. I’m sure Garcia will be able to get deeper than I can.”

“You’ve done a wonderful job,” he compliments. “You’ve been a great asset to the whole floor, we haven’t been this organized since 2009.”

Her body heats up with the smallest of compliments, overjoyed with praise, she smirks and fidgets in her seat. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You don’t have to call me Sir all the time,” he assures her. “Unless you like it.”

Her eyes widen, she’s so sure this is another one of her daydreams. “Excuse me?”

“I see the way you look at me, I’m not oblivious.”

“Sir, I-I-I-” she says it again, going to defend herself but she doesn’t know what else to say.

“You want me.”

She’s quick to stand up, “I don’t know what’s happening here so I’m going to go.”

“Wait,” he stalls her. “Please, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just… I’ve noticed how you always dress the nicest on the days we meet and you wear this perfume that I know is well above your pay grade. You get nervous, your brow sweats and your breathing changes. Those are all the telltale signs of a crush. I’m just less obvious in the way I feel about you.”

“I’m almost positive I’m dreaming right now,” she jokes, unable to believe this is happening.

“You’re not,” he reaches out for her hand and draws her in closer. From where he’s sitting on the desk, he’s just her height now.

She stares into his deep brown eyes and swoons. “Hotch…”

“I want to see where this could go,” he whispers. “We could keep it just between us, no one has to know. I won’t treat you any differently, I promise."

She quickly leans in, taking her chance to kiss him. Their lips touch, his hand comes up to cup her cheek and she can’t help herself from holding his sides, inside his suit jacket. She melts into him. This is everything she’s ever wanted and more. When she pulls back, she stares at him again, “where did this come from?”

“I really don’t know,” he admits. “I’m always excited to meet with you no matter how terrible the cases are, I enjoy getting to see you in the halls and I smile when you text me. I think you’re wonderful.”

“Are you sure you just haven’t been single too long,” she teases. “I hear them talk. You dated a woman named Beth, 3 years ago and haven’t even hinted about going on a date since… are you sure you’re not just lonely?”

“I’m sure,” he nods. “I like you but I don’t want this to ruin how we get our jobs done.”

“It won’t,” she’s quick to assure him. “I can keep a secret. I can do my job and I can meet you where ever you want for whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh?” He teases, brushing her hair behind her ear.

She nods again, more eagerly this time. “Anything, sir.”

He hums, “I do like the sound of that.”

“I knew you would, that’s why I keep saying it,” she teases him right back. “I told you I wanted to be a profiler.”

“So that’s all it takes, huh? I tell you I like you and suddenly you’re comfortable around me?”

“Mhm,” she nods, biting back a smile. “I was afraid of embarrassing myself before… I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do when I have to brief the team on the new case in an hour.”

“Just pretend this was another one of your daydreams, I know you can behave yourself for me, can’t you?”

She nods again, “I’ll be the most professional girl in the world for you.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he coos. “And maybe when I get home I can give you a reward.”

She tries so hard not to moan then and there, “Sounds good, sir.”

His thumb brushes over her cheekbone, and he tilts his head to the side slightly. She’s never noticed how long his lashes are, but she’s noticing now that he’s staring at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes, “tell me now if you’re 100% sure about this, if you’re not, if this isn’t something you want to do I can back off and I’ll never mention it again. I came on a little too strong, but I’ve been thinking about being with you for a while now. I don’t want you to only say yes because I’m your boss.”

“Aaron,” she uses his real name so that he knows just how serious she is. “I would love nothing more than to sneak around and be with you at work and maybe have some dates outside of work and to be yours. Even if it’s just something casual and fun and for a little bit of time until you tire of me—

“I won’t,” he cuts her off.

“Either way, I want this,” she says quite firmly. “I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, god I can’t even tell you how badly I’ve wished this would happen, I can’t believe it is happening,” she admits, the words just falling from her lips.

“Well, it is,” he smirks.

“Can I kiss you again?”

He nods, pulling her in closer once more, pressing his lips to hers gently at first. She wraps her arms around his back, feeling how warm he is under his jacket and how muscley his back is. The kiss heats up a bit, his hand slips around to the nape of her neck and his other hand rests on her lower back. She can tell he wants to go lower, to cup her ass and pull her flush against him. But he doesn’t, he’s got a semblance of control left as his tongue explores hers for the first time.

Months and months of dressing up and looking pretty for him, making sure her work was done perfectly and being as nice as humanly possible to him paid off. It paid off so well. Kissing him like this in his office with the blinds closed was better than winning the lottery, honestly. Having his hands on her, his tongue in her mouth, knowing there would be a lot more where this came from… she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

And this was just the beginning.

—

She went from dressing up once a week to wearing her prettiest outfits every day. She had no idea what days he’d be in the office, she didn’t know how fast they were going to go with this thing they’ve started. She’s never done this before. Sure, she’s had plenty of boyfriends but she’s never had a casual and secret relationship with her boss… she’s seen it in movies, she’s read about it in books, but in practice? She has no idea what to expect.

Needless to say, she’s been wearing lots of skirts and pretty blouses, she went home that night he came on to her and searched her underwear drawers for her nicest lingerie… but she hated everything she owned. So, she went shopping. She even went as fast as explaining her situation to the sales lady so she could help her out.

“Is this for a date or an anniversary?” She asked, simply wanting to help.

“Uh…” she struggles to find an answer for her. So she just tells her the truth. “My boss admitted he thinks I’m beautiful and wants to start a casual thing and so I want to be prepared if anything… sexy happens in the office.”

“Oh,” she’s surprised by that but by the look on her face, she’s excited for her. “Is he older?”

She nods, “Yeah he’s in his 50s but he’s very handsome you’d have no idea how old he is unless he told you… and we work in a serious field, so like, I have to wear very professional clothes but I want pretty underwear under my suits in case something happens.”

“And do you have a budget?”

“I don’t want to spend more than like 2, 3 hundred,” she confirms. “Can you help me?”

“Gladly,” she smiles, dragging Y/N through the store and tossing her pair after pair of bras and panties as well as lace body suits, garter belts and thigh-high stockings. She has so many things by the time she gets to the dressing room, she’s so overwhelmed but the lady knew exactly what she was doing.

Trying them on, she’s never felt so hot in her whole life. She has no shame opening the curtain and showing the sales assistant, who tightens straps and re-situates her boobs in the bras. “You look hot… hot enough for an affair with your boss.”

“Oh, he’s not married,” she corrects her. “He got divorced in 2007… he’s been single for years, he said he’s never had the confidence to hit on an employee before but apparently because I’m so obvious with my crush on him, he’s confident enough to start something.”

“Mhm, they all say that,” she’s hesitant to believe it.

“No, I think he’s being serious, I mean, in our job its kinda hard to lie to each other—

“What do you do?”

“I consult on criminal cases,” she simplifies it so she doesn’t know she’s an FBI agent.

“Oh, oooh,” she’s really surprised. “Do you have darker dress shirts that these pieces won’t be seen underneath?”

“Yeah, I have a lot of darker blouses and dresses, I mostly wear black and grey,” she shares. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she turns to the side, admiring herself. “I love this.”

“You’ve looked amazing in everything.”

“I’ll take them all,” she gives in, not caring how much she’s about to spend if the end result is Aaron Hotchner being unable to resist her. She wants to render him speechless, have him wanting to rip everything off her and even put on a little show when she eventually has to redress.

This was going to be fun.

—

He texts her work phone in the middle of the night on Thursday.

“We finished the case. Can you meet with me in the morning to talk about California?”

She sees it when she wakes up. Anxiety bubbles in her stomach, seeing him again was going to be interesting. She has just enough time to shower, moisturize, do her makeup, and get all dressed up in a new lingerie set and thigh-high stockings and slips a dress over top. She goes over the case on her subway ride into Quantico and she sits in his office promptly at 8am, before Hotch even arrives.

When he gets in she knows it because the bullpen goes quiet. The morning mingling dies down as he climbs the few sets leading to his office and then picks up again once his door is shut. He drops his suitcase on the couch by his filing cabinet, shakes off his coat and starts unbuttoning his cuffs to push his sleeves up his forearms. “Good morning.”

“Morning… how are you?”

“Tired,” he admits, already reaching for the blinds to twist them closed. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” she says, hoping he believes her. “I don’t really have any updates on the case in California, we haven’t had any more college campus rapes or murders, he normally takes a week or 2 off between victims.”

“You know that’s not why I invited you in here,” he teases, already at the last blind. Once he’s done he turns to her, “Come here.”

She puts the file down on the other chair and stands carefully, making sure her dress is still neatly laying against her body. “I know… I just, I don’t know what to expect from you anymore, that’s all.”

He places his hands on her shoulders and soothes down her arms, holding her by her elbows and staring into her eyes, “I want to see you when I get back from my cases, that’s all.”

“It’s too bad I can’t come with you,” she teases with a smile. “I’d be able to keep you company and help you destress.”

He laughs, “Everyone would catch on to us if we did that.”

“I know,” she sighs. A girl can dream, though. “Was it a hard case?”

He shakes his head, “Not necessarily.”

“That’s good, at least,” she tries so hard to keep the conversation going but she doesn’t know what else to say other than asking him questions.

“Have any other cases popped up that you think we should look into?” He asks.

She shakes her head, “it’s been a pretty tame week, I’ve referred a couple cases to agents around the office and they’re all handling them well. I’ve had a few phone calls from different precincts asking for advice so I helped where I could and sent them up the chain of command where I couldn't. Nothing to worry about.”

“You take such good care of this place while I’m away,” he compliments, his hands now on her waist, travelling lower. “do you remember what I said on Monday?”

She nods, “that I’d be rewarded for my good work… but I have a question.”

“Okay?” He smirks, amused.

“What happens if I do a terrible job?”

“Oh,” he wasn’t expecting that. “Well, then you’d be punished.”

She hums, thinking about it. “Good to know.”

“Is that something you’d want?”

She shrugs, “I’m not sure, I haven’t seen what it’s like to be rewarded for my good behaviour yet, sir.”

“You’re a bit of a brat, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” she has no shame in it. “I have no idea what to expect with all of this, I might as well have some fun while it lasts.”

“Do you want to discuss expectations and limits, would that ease your mind?”

She nods, “very much so.”

“You’re allowed to say no, encouraged to, even. This isn’t all about me. Yes, I want you, yes I’d love to take you right here on my desk but I care about you feeling safe and secure. If you rather only mess around at hotels or your apartment, I’m okay with that, too. On nights my son is with his aunt or a friend, you can come to my house, if he’s home I can’t do anything with you. Unless, maybe on the phone but even then, I have to be quiet.”

“That’s understandable.”

“What we do together should be fun,” he reminds her. “A lot of this job isn’t. If you need to destress, I’m willing to take whichever role you need from me—

“Aaron Hotchner’s a switch?” She can’t help cutting him off, she’s too surprised.

He nods. “Giving my power away is sometimes the best way for me to feel normal and okay again.”

She’s quick to touch his face, dragging her hands down his neck and resting them on his chest, she stares between his lips and his eyes repeatedly. “You let me know when you need that, I want to be just as accommodating to you as you want to be for me.”

“Thank you,” he says, leaning in to share a sweet kiss with her, he rests his forehead on hers. “I’ve always known you’d be special to me, I just didn’t know to what extent we’d take this, if ever.”

She smiles, “I wished something would happen so often that it finally did.”

He pulls her in even closer so their bodies are flush together, “tell me… how should I reward you?”

“Do I have options, sir?”

He groans, knowing just how fun this is going to be for him. “You could pleasure me, I could pleasure you… what do you consider a reward?”

“You’re gonna make me say it?” She suddenly feels bashful, shy even.

He nods, “I need to know, pretty girl, what do you consider a reward?”

“Anything you’re willing to give me, sir.”

He backs away from her then, “On the desk,” he orders.

She walks around him, pushes his laptop and files further up the cherry wood and sits on the edge of his desk, awaiting further instruction. He moves back to the door, locking it as quietly as humanly possible, so as not to alert anyone outside. When he returns to her, he places his hands on her knees, tracing along her inner thighs to get her to spread her legs just enough for him to stand between them. His fingers reach the lace at the top of her stockings and he smirks, “Are you wearing a garter belt?”

“You tell me,” she teases.

He pushes the hem of her dress up, and she leans to each side allowing him to push the dress all the way up to her hips so he can see the black little number she put on just for him. “Well, aren’t you pretty.”

“You like, sir?”

He looks at her with so much hunger in his eyes, he takes a seat in his chair and takes a better look between her legs. He reaches under his seat, dropping it as low as it can go until he’s at eye level with her pussy, he traces his fingers along the inside of her thighs and then hooks his arms around them, hauling her to the very edge of the desk. He kisses from her right knee all the way down to the seam of her panties, over her underwear and up to her left knee. “Is this what you wanted?”

She nods, “Please?”

“please what?”

“Please, sir.”

He hums against her, loops his finger under her panties and pulls them to the side. He kisses her bare pussy first before spreading her lips with his fingers and licks at her. She tosses her head back, holding in a moan but fuck, it feels so good.

“Can I— oh my god, can I touch, can I—

“Spit it out,” he looks up at her, brow raised, wondering what she wants.

“Your hair, can I grip your hair or will I mess it up for the rest of the day?”

“I don’t care how my hair looks,” he laughs. “Do your worst.”

As soon as he returns, she wastes no time running her fingers through his hair. His tongue flicks back and forth on her clit impossibly fast, then he drags his tongue along her folds as if he was making out with her cunt. It felt way too good for her to be this quiet but with the number of people just past the glass windows of his office, she had no other choice.

She makes little gasps and sighs, she grips his hair tighter and grinds against his face, enjoying her reward to the fullest. She was going to be the best damn Media Liaison the team had ever fucking seen if this is what she gets out of it. She could feel the electricity coursing through her veins, she was becoming addicted to each and every motion he made with his tongue and then he added a finger.

She stared at his hands long enough, imagined in a hundred different ways how good it would feel to ride them, suck on them, interlock their hands while he held them over her head and fucked her 6 ways to Sunday.

This was more than she ever imagined.

He knows exactly what he’s doing either through previous practice or a natural-born talent, either way, she’s right on the edge of orgasm with the curl of his middle finger. She starts to squeeze her legs closed when she gets close, his free hand comes up to grip her thigh in an attempt to push them open again. He looks up at her through his lashes, watching her reach her peak.

Her breathing picks up right then, she’s so careful not to be loud but god, she wants to scream it feels so good. It comes rushing over her all at once, he keeps going as she rides it out and then it all feels like too much. She grips his hair tighter and pulls him back, “holy fuck?” She pants.

He smirks. “You’re so pretty when you cum,” he teases, retracting his finger from inside her, he places it inside his mouth and sucks her juices off with a groan. “Taste good too, sweet thing.”

“Thank you,” she manages to say while still catching her breath. Her head spinning, and her legs feel wobbly, too.

He moves her panties back over her, making sure she’s just as put together now as she was when she arrived. “Now you know what I mean by rewarding your good behaviour.”

Her hand is still in his hair, she moves to cup his cheek instead, “Yes, sir, I’m going to be so good for you.”

“I don’t doubt it,” he says, slowly standing. That’s when she notices how hard he is. Her hand trails down his chest, towards his belt, “you don’t have to deal with that.”

“I want to,” she practically begs with her eyes. “How can I help?”

“If I cum now I’m going to be useless for the rest of the day,” he admits, “we can handle it later.”

“Okay,” she doesn’t push, respecting his boundary. “You call me in here when you need me.”

“I will… now if anyone asks, you filed something wrong and I gave you trouble for it, that’s what you say if they ask,” he orders, having thought of everything.

She nods, agreeing with the story. He backs up a bit, giving her the room to hop off his desk and stand again. She doesn’t feel totally secure on her feet yet but luckily her desk wasn’t too far away. He cups her cheek and quickly pulls her in for a kiss, she can taste herself on his tongue. It gets hot and heavy quite quick, she pulls him flush against herself and he absentmindedly grinds against her before he pulls back, he can’t go any further right now.

He sighs, resting his forehead against hers, “I want to, believe me, but I can’t. We’ll figure out a way to get together later, I promise.”

“Alright,” she believes him. “I should get back to my desk now.”

He nods and lets her slip past him. She gives him the smallest smile before opening the door and heading out of the room. Back to her desk, she goes.

—

Back at her desk now, she works on her files and answers the phone a million times while the main team drinks coffee and jokes around with each other. Hotch has a few more visitors to his office, he keeps the door open the whole time and he stares at her through his now-opened blinds. She feels like she’s on fire every time she catches his glances, she always catches them too, like now that they’ve hooked up she has a stronger radar and can tell exactly when he’s looking.

She wanders over to the little kitchenette, makes herself a coffee and is about to head back to her desk when Anderson pops up with a shit-eating grin, blocking her way out.

“What was with you being in there for an hour with the blinds closed?”Anderson asks in a whisper.

“Oh, I filed something wrong and he’s not having a good day so he went off on me,” she lies, pretty convincingly. “I might have to stay back and refile a few things tonight.”

“Boo,” Anderson sulks, “I was going to see if you wanted to come out with the office gang?”

She sighs, she would really love to but she can’t. Not if Hotch is home. “I’d really love to, but I can’t. Maybe sometime this weekend?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you,” he agrees, backing up and out of her way, about to skip away. “Have fun with your files.”

“You know I won’t,” she cheerfully calls back to him.

Just as she arrives back at her desk, Hotch comes out of his office, file in hand, and walks down the steps towards her. He drops the file on her desk, “can you go over this one again, please?”

“Absolutely, sir,” she nods, giving him a small smile. “Sorry again for messing them up, I don’t know what was going through my head this week.”

“It’s fine, just don’t let it happen again,” he orders, playing the role perfectly.

She swallows sharply, nodding along, “It won’t.”

He walks past her, on his way over to make a coffee for himself. She opens the file and there’s a blue sticky note stuck to the inside of the file. “Meet me tonight” and the address to a hotel, room number and instructions to check in under the name “Lewis”

She’s quick to take it out of the file, fold it up and tuck it into her bra for safekeeping.

—

She stays late that night, she doesn’t leave the office until 7:30 when she sees Hotch through his office window, putting his suit jacket back on. She grabs her purse, her phone and her badge and she heads out first, knowing she won’t beat him there.

She takes a taxi to the hotel, makes her way to the front desk and asks, “I’m checking in, the name on the account is Lewis? Should be a queen or king bed, my partner might’ve already checked in as well?”

“Yes, Mrs. Lewis, he has… you’re in room 902, penthouse,” the concierge confirms. She runs the plastic key through the reader, activating it and then hands it to her. “Have a good evening.”

“Thank you, you too,” she can’t help but smile.

She heads up the elevator to the top floor, gobsmacked that this is really happening. He booked the best room in the hotel for them just to fuck… she was sure she’s just been in one long dream where everything good happens to her.

When the elevator doors open, Aaron is down the hall from her, leaning against the doorframe. “You made it.”

She laughs, shaking her head with a smile, she’s so overwhelmed with feelings for him. She quickly walks to him, watches him stand up straight and engulf her in his arms before bringing her in for a heated kiss. He wastes no time now that they’re free from the confines of the FBI, he pushes her up against the door, trails kisses down the side of her neck and lightly sucks at the pulse point, making her moan.

She has the room key in her hand still, she reaches back and slams it against the card reader and he quickly pushes the door open. Walking backwards is tough, but he gets her into the room, she throws her purse to the side and then it’s her turn to push him against the door and kiss his neck. She pushes his suit jacket off his shoulders and he lets it fall to the floor, she starts unbuttoning his shirt and he unzips her dress all the way.

She’s able to undo all the buttons and tug his shirt out of his pants, “What are you going to do to me tonight?” She teases, running her hands down his bare chest, towards his belt.

“Ruin you,” he growls, his voice so low and dark it makes her whole body tingle. “Make it so you can’t even touch yourself without thinking of me.”

“You accomplished that a long time ago,” she admits, taking a step back from him, he attempts to pull her back in but she pushes back. She needs the space to let her dress drop to the floor. She steps out of it and kicks it to the side, now she’s just in her new lingerie and her heels.

He pulls his arms out of his shirt, tossing it to the floor too. She steps back in closer, unfastening his belt and working on his zipper. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve wished this would happen, Sir.”

“You can call me Aaron, you know?”

She looks up at him and lightly tips her head to the side, “You don’t really want that, do you, Sir?”

“You’re a mouthy little thing,” He teases before he reaches out for her and tosses her over his shoulder, making her squeal in surprise. He smacks her ass lightly before walking her into the room and throwing her down on the bed.

She has a chance to look around the room to see just how big and cool it is. She’s never been in a penthouse suite before… he’s clearly already been in the room seeing as the lights are dimmed and the fireplace is on and there’s a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. “Holy shit?”

“What? Can’t I treat my best girl to a good view?”

She looks back at him, watching him kick out of his shoe and slip his dress pants all the way down. She sucks in a shaky breath and her mouth opens to speak but words escape her. He’s the view. He has the softest sprinting of chest hair, he’s muscled but he also has a bit of a tummy cause he eats mostly fast food when on a case and spends a lot of his time in the air or in a car. He doesn’t work out as much as he wants to, but that didn’t matter because his arms are still jacked and his thighs are thick… he looks delicious.

She gets to her knees and kneels on the edge of the bed, pulling him closer she runs her hands down his chest, avoiding eye contact while she takes him all in. He has scars littered around his chest down to his underwear line and it breaks her heart a little. She knew the story. Everyone knew it. He was attacked by The Reaper in 2009, just months before his ex-wife was murdered and he then killed the guy with his own bare hands… she sighs, looking up into his eyes, “You’re so handsome, you know that, right?”

He gives her a little smile. “Thank you.”

“I mean it,” she cups his face gently with one hand. “Is this why you haven’t dated?”

He nods, “Explaining it to Beth was really hard… I kept my shirt on most of the time.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” she says. Not because she already knows but because it doesn’t affect anything between them, going forward.

He leans in and kisses her again, helping her lay back against the bed he crawls between her legs and lightly rests his chest against hers. She instantly loves this. Feeling him everywhere, his tongue on hers, his big hand cradling her head and the pressure of his body pressed against her own. She wraps her legs around him, holding him there and he grinds down on her. She always thought he’d be well endowed and from the feeling of his budge against her, she knew she was right. She runs her hands over his shoulders, gripping at his skin, she traces her nails down his back.

He nips at her lip, pulling gently and then he places his hand beside her head, pushing himself up so he hovers over her. “Are you on any kind of birth control?”

“Uh, yeah… what time is it?” She asks, turning her head to see his Rolex on his wrist. It’s almost 8:30 now. “I need to take it in half an hour actually.”

“You can take it earlier, it doesn’t affect you if you’re within 5 hours before or after but it’s better to do it before,” he explains as he pulls away from her.

“Okay, I didn’t realize I was hooking up with Reid,” she teases. “Can you get me my purse?”

“I can,” he gets off the bed and retrieves her purse from where it was flung by the door. Before he brings it over to her he stops by the mini bar and grabs her a tiny bottle of water.

He hands her the purse and watches her dig out the little blister pack, she pops out a tiny red-ish pill and he cracks open the bottle of water for her. “Thank you,” she gives him a little smile before she takes it. She swallows it down and then hands him back the bottle. “I also haven’t had sex in a while, so, if you don’t want to use a condom I’m completely safe and very willing.”

He moves her purse back to the floor with a smirk, “very willing…” he teases her. “You keep mentioning all these dreams you had about me, are you ever going to tell me one so I can make it come true.”

“You already did this morning,” she smiles, pulling him back onto the bed so they’re both kneeling, facing each other. She wraps her arms loosely around his neck, resting her forearms on his shoulders and she sighs. “All I wanted was you.”

he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in as close as possible. “Now you have me,” he leans in and kisses her lips, her nose and then her forehead. “All of me.”

“Show me,” she whispers, “give it all to me.”

He lays her back down against the bed and starts to kiss down her neck to her chest, he nibbles at her skin, sucking gently so he doesn’t leave any marks but he really wants to. He wants everyone to see it and know she’s taken. He keeps kissing lower and lower until he’s at her stomach. He finally takes a moment to look at her lingerie and smirk. “This is very pretty, by the way.”

“I got it for you,” she admits.

“I don't want you spending money for me,” he says, disappointed.

“It was more for me. I want to look nice and I didn’t feel pretty in anything I already owned. Sue me,” she retorts.

He just shakes his head, she was too mouthy for her own good. Kneeling between her legs he reaches for the clips on her garter belt and releases her stockings. He tosses her heels to the floor and then slowly, he lifts her leg and starts to slide the nylon sock all the way off. Replacing where it once lay with more kisses, down to her knee and then he lets her leg fall back to the mattress to repeat his actions with the other.

She loves watching him like this, he treats her body like it’s the most delicate thing in the world. He worships her. Kneeling between her legs like she’s the alter and he’s trying to find faith, she is his new religion but his touch is heaven.

He pulls her panties all the way off, her garter says around her waist and he reaches behind her back to undo her bra. He peels it off of her and flings all 4 items to the floor then returns to her, he hovers there for a moment and then leans in to lick at her nipple, making her gasp. He sucks it into his mouth, palming the other with his huge hand, she thought she had pretty decently sized boobs until she saw how big his hands still looked on them. She moans when he sucks on the nipple and then lets it go, he gently blows over it, making her shiver to her core.

“Do you want me to go down on you again or just get right to it?”

“Fuck, don’t make me choose?” She looks at him like he’s crazy. “I mean, if I really got a choice I’d be going down on you to make up for this morning.”

He laughs, “You want my cock that bad?”

She nods, “dreamed about it, actually.” Remembering how he asked to know more about these dreams of hers, she decides to tell him. “I want to spend an afternoon under your desk with your cock down my throat. I want you to answer the phone and try and keep your composure, I want Anderson to come in and ask if you’ve seen me and watch you try and tell him no when I’m right in front of you, about to make you cum again. Maybe even rub my dumb little cunt on your shoe, polish the leather with my damp panties, and if I’m lucky, have a few orgasms myself while I cockwarm you.”

He can’t believe all that just came out of her mouth. He simply wraps his arms around her and rolls them over so she’s now on top, “do whatever you want to me.”

She kisses him deeply, feeling down his chest to his boxers, she grips his cock through the fabric and starts to stroke him gently. She kisses his neck and down his chest, paying a loving amount of attention to his scars on her way down. She takes a deep breath before she pulls his boxers down and frees him finally, watching how his erection stands tall and smacks against his stomach, he’s so much bigger than she imagined.

She kisses both of his hip bones and the tip of his cock before licking it from base to tip. Staring him in his glossy eyes the whole time. “This is my specialty,” she teases before taking his cock down her throat in one go and making him reach out and grip her hair a bit too tight, but it felt good.

She hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked back up to the tip, leaving her lips together and gliding them down to the base and licking back up to start it all over again. Swirling her tongue at random times and flicking his slit to really drive him crazy.

“Sweet fucking Christ,” Aaron groans, trying his hardest to stay moderately quiet, but almost failing miserably when the tip hit the back of her throat.

She gags only a little, her eyes water and she tries her best to breathe through her nose. Whatever doesn’t fit in her mouth, she jerks off to the best of her ability but he’s so thick even her hand doesn’t quite wrap around him completely.

“Baby, baby,” he rushes out, getting her to pull off. “I’m too close.”

With her lips swollen and spit dripping down her chin she looks at him, confused, “Do you not want me to swallow?”

“No, no, I mean, yeah, sometime in the future, but I’m not a spring chicken, I’m not going to be able to fuck you if I finish now,” he explains.

She pouts but she understands, “You wanna fuck me that bad?”

He manages to laugh, “Yeah, I do.” He sits up, resting on his one forearm, he reaches out and cups her cheek, “Like you, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

She hums, straddles his hips and pulls him up to a sitting position. Chest to chest again, she runs her fingers through his hair and lightly kisses him once, twice, and a third time. “I want you to show me.”

“Lay back against the pillow,” he orders and she’s quick to listen. She lays on the bed the correct way, resting her head on the soft feather pillow. She watches him push his boxers all the way off and then spreads her legs wide enough for him to once again kneel between them. He rubs his thumb over her clit, noticing how wet she is from a bit of kissing and sucking his dick. “Let me just—“ he says as he leans down and has a little taste.

He sucks on her clit and lets it go with a pop, then he kisses back up her body, slowly pressing himself against her. He grinds against her, wraps his arms around her and cradles her there. He buries his face in her neck, kissing her as his cock rubs against her pussy this time. She reaches between them, helping him angle his cock at her opening and then he slips in slowly. She lets out a shocked gasp, in disbelief at how intense the stretch is.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praises. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

She swoons, hearing his deep voice, feeling him everywhere… it’s everything she’s ever dreamed of. With one hand still stuck between her and the mattress, he frees the other and grabs ahold of her thigh, pushing her leg up, he looks between them and moans. Watching himself as he pulls out gently and pushes back in ever so slightly, wanting her to get used to the stretch. The last thing he wants to do is hurt her. But he wants to go faster, he needs it. He craves it and it’s written all over his face.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, “please, please sir, I need it.”

He drops his head back down to the crook of her neck with a groan, thrusting into her a bit harder, he starts to snap his hips against hers at a quicker pace. Being in a hotel room, on a floor with only 4 rooms total, she doesn’t feel bad as she lets out a loud moan. She tosses her head back against the pillow even further, her nails grip his back and scratch him slightly. He’s still holding one of her thighs up, his hand cupped in her knee pit, pushing it up as far as it can go as he pile-drives into her.

She grips his hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him out of hiding, “kiss me,” she begs. He slams his mouth against hers, the two of them immediately clashing tongues and breathing heavily into the other's mouth. It’s so heated, so intense, she feels him so deep inside her, hot skin on top of her, wet tongue in her mouth. It’s so much. It’s everything.

He pulls his hand out from underneath her and slows his thrusts momentarily. He reaches for another pillow and stuffs it under her, arching her back so he slams past her G-spot with each thrust. He lets go of her other leg and she immediately wraps them around him, he picks up his thrusts again, now using one hand to hold himself up and the other snakes down her stomach to rub her clit with his thumb.

She moans again, pulling him back in for a kiss because if she doesn’t do something with her mouth she’s going to go insane. He’s much deeper now that she’s at a different angle, his quick thrusts cause him to pour against her cervix over and over again making her let out little breathy moans.

Suddenly, as if all at once, she’s right on the edge, “Aaron, Aaron,” she chants his name. “oh my god, right there, right there,” is all she can say as her orgasm bursts through her, causing her legs to quake and her grip to tighten. Her nails dig into his skin, he hisses and pulls away from kissing her, stops rubbing her clit and fucks her even faster as he chases his own orgasm.

With her legs still locked around him, he has the idea she wants him to finish inside and so he does. With a deep moan, he thrusts one last time, cumming deep inside her, breathing heavily against her neck, he drops down against her body. Hot and sweaty, exhausted and euphoric, he manages to laugh, “Holy fuck?”

“Yeah,” is all she can say. Also still out of breath from it all.

She gently runs her fingers over his back, he keeps kissing her neck, the two of them sweetly recovering together as if that wasn’t the dirtiest sex either of them has had in a while.

“Thank you,” she whispers, running her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. “That was amazing.”

He snuggles into her more, wrapping his arms back around her, “Yeah, it was…”

“Are you going to fall asleep on me?” She asks, not even caring that he’s still inside of her too.

He nods, “I want to, but I’ve gotta get you cleaned up.” He sighs and starts to sit up. He hovers over her one last time, brushes her hair behind her ear and he smiles. “You’re beautiful.”

She steals a kiss instead of thanking him, letting him feel how grateful she is that way. He pulls away with an audible smooch and slowly but surely pulls out of her, watching himself the whole time. He uses his boxers to gently wipe her down, saving the sheets from a stain. Once he gets off the bed he reaches out for her, he picks her up bridal style and carries her over to the massive bathroom.

“Holy shit?” She says as she looks around. There is a two-person shower with a waterfall feature, a bathtub big enough to swim in and his and her sinks. This room must be so expensive just for one night.

“Did you want to take a bath?” He asks as he sets her down on her feet.

She shakes her head, “Not this time… maybe we can come back?”

He nods, “On a weekend maybe?”

“I’m normally free whenever you are,” she reminds him with a smile. “But, um, can you go? I have to pee.”

He laughs, “Really? After everything we did, you’re afraid for me to hear you pee?”

“Yeah, I am,” she laughs a little, realizing how crazy that is. “Go, you can use it next.” She pushes him gently.

“Fine, I’m going!” He says, closing the door behind himself and then she’s alone.

She does her thing, checks her makeup and her hair and sighs. She’s lucky she keeps some makeup in her purse and she has a change of clothes at work because she’s not going home tonight.

She still has her stupid garter around her waist, other than that she’s completely naked and nervous to walk back out there. She wants a shirt. Maybe he has one… she opens the door just a crack and calls for him. “Hey, Aaron?”

“Yeah?” He calls back and then appears in front of the door, changing into a new pair of boxers and a grey t-shirt. “What’s up?”

“Do you have a shirt that would fit me, that I can borrow? And can you bring me my underwear?”

“Yeah, of course,” he doesn’t mind at all. It takes him a second but then he returns, he has a blank white t-shirt and her underwear. “Are you okay?”

She nods, “Yeah, thank you.”

“I’m a little hungry, did you want food?”

“Um… yeah, I’ll eat whatever you want to order.”

“I can get you anything, what do you want?” He restates his question. He’d really do anything for her.

“Um… a Greek salad? And if they could put some grilled chicken in it, I’d love that… and drink, Pepsi or coke, whatever they have— I don’t mind.”

“You got it, beautiful.”

That makes her blush on the inside, she feels butterflies and her face heats up. She’s falling in love with him slowly but surely. Of course, she was. He’s Aaron Freaking Hotchner… who wouldn’t fall in love with him? She quickly changes and heads back out into the main room.

It's almost 10pm, it’s dark outside, and the room is dimly lit and cozy as hell with the fake fireplace on but no heat coming out of it. The rooms are set to a perfect temperature, she can hear Aaron on the phone with room service still, so she takes a chance to look around their suite. It’s huge. There's an office, a living room with nice chairs and a piano and of course, their king-sized bed.

She takes a seat on the mattress and reaches for the bottle of Champagne, reading it over while she waits for Aaron to come back. She feels like she’s in a movie… pretty woman or something like that. Amazing sex with a rich man, older man, in penthouse suite she didn’t have to pay for. It’s almost a bit too much.

Aaron plops himself down on the bed beside her, smiling, “You want some?”

“Did it come with the room?”

He nods, “I told them it was our anniversary… free things are always fun.”

“Well, Mr. Lewis, I think we have to open it, then, don’t we?”

“I think you’re right, Mrs. Lewis,” he teases, taking the bottle from her. He peels off the wrapping, untwists the wire and carefully pops the cork without making a huge mess.

She hops off the bed and runs over to the little bar, she takes two champagne flutes off the shelf and returns to him with a smile. “I’ve never had expensive champagne before.”

“It all still tastes a little like paint thinner,” he says, completely serious.

She laughs, “When have you tasted paint thinner?”

He smirks, “I haven’t, I just mean the taste is almost as strong as paint thinner smells- if that makes any sense?”

“We should’ve gotten some strawberries, apparently it makes it taste better,” she shares, remembering it from Pretty Woman, yet again.

“I know, I’ve seen the movie—

“You’ve seen pretty woman?”

He nods, “My ex-wife took me to see it when it first opened back in the ’90s.”

She feels a bit awkward then, gritting her teeth, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s been long enough, it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore,” he assures her. “I’m doing better than I ever imagined I could, I have a kid who’s happy and loves me and my work life is… okay? I mean, no one wants me dead that I know of, at least. And I have you.”

“Oh, Aaron,” she swoons, she finds a place to put her drink and she quickly cups his face. “You are the sweetest man in the world?”

“Everyones always surprised—

“It’s because of your ever-present frown at work,” she teases. “But I get it, if I had to see what you’ve seen every day for the last 20 years, I’d frown a lot too.”

He puts his glass down too, wraps his arms around her middle and he pulls her in for a kiss. He backs her up towards the bed once more, cradling her head and back as he lays her down once more. This was going to be a long night.

—

She wakes up alone the next morning. He’s left her a note on the hotel stationary saying he had to get home to be there when his son woke up. He takes him to school every morning he can. She understands that, she actually finds it very charming that he’s such a good father and he cares so much that she’s not too upset about waking up alone.

She never brought a bag with her last night, so she gets redressed in yesterday's outfit. She has a go-bag at work for when home cases keep her in the office more than 24 hours, she’ll just change into one of those outfits if she can.

She’s in the elevator on her way down to the lobby when a text comes in, there’s been another attack in California, he’s hit U of C Davis this time and killed again. Looks like the team will be headed there this afternoon.

When she arrives at the office, she’s in the middle of a phone call with one of the detectives in LA, she doesn’t have time to change, she just heads right to the fax machine. She gathers all the new information, files it and sends the copies to the main team's tablets and prints off a paper file for Doctor Reid. She lays them all down in the briefing room and then heads to Aaron's office. She knocks once on his open door and gets his attention, Derek and Dave are in there with him.

“Sorry, Sir, the California College Rapist killed again, I have the case ready for briefing at the round table,” she announces.

“We’ll be right in,” he announces, standing from his desk. He’s changed at least. In a nice grey suit with a blue tie, he looks handsome.

“Okay,” she gives him a small smile and heads back down to the bullpen, the others are gathered at Spencer's desk, talking over coffee and donuts that one of them must’ve brought in. She cuts into their conversation when she can, “Sorry, I hate to bother you but we have a case, the others are meeting in the briefing room shortly.”

“Okay, thanks we’ll be right in,” JJ says with a smile.

She doesn't even remember that she’s wearing the same outfit as yesterday until Derek walks into the briefing room with the rest of the gang in tow.

“Is that the same outfit as yesterday?” He asks, trying to tease her.

She looks down and gets flustered, not knowing what to say. “Uh, yeah. It is.”

“And is that a hickey?” He points to her chest, it’s just barely hidden by her dress strap.

She looks down at it and realizes that yes, it is. She looked in the mirror at the hotel, earlier, just to check her makeup and make sure she didn’t look too fucked out and crazy. She washed it off and fixed her hair, she was going to reapply her makeup in the taxi on the way to work but she was on the phone the whole time. She didn’t even think to check for marks or bruises when she was in front of the mirror… now she’s horrified.

“Look at you, gettin’ some on a Thursday night,” Derek teases again, making the rest of the team snicker.

She doesn’t know what to do or say she’s just frozen with embarrassment. She never noticed Aaron standing in the doorway either.

“Hey, enough,” Hotch raises his voice a bit. “She’s here to show us a serious case, she’s clearly been busy this morning, cut her some slack before we’re all forced into another HR seminar because of you, Derek.”

“Right, sorry—

“Don’t apologize to me,” he references Y/N.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Derek says with a look of true sincerity on his face.

“It’s fine,” she brushes past it and picks up her tablet and remote. “Um, I’ve been keeping a close eye on this case in California..”

She heads into her spiel, she’s rehearsed it in her head a number of times for when this moment came and now it’s here. She walks them through each case, all the evidence and the theories that the local cops have so far. Because it’s crossed jurisdictions, the cops didn’t consider them connected until the 4th girl came forward and yet another sketch of the same man was uploaded to VICAP.

“He’s an anger excitation rapist, getting more daring with each case, he’s now killed twice and he thinks that by hitting a different college each time, he can evade the police,” She explains. “I’ve asked the police to keep it to themselves that we know these are all connected and they’ve brought in the 4 alive victims for both protection and so we can interview them when you arrive,” she explains.

“You’ve done a fantastic job,” Hotch compliments her as he pushes his chair back and stands up, he gathers his files and his tablet and looks at the clock. “I had Anderson tell the pilot to ready the Jet before we sat down, wheels up in 15… Y/L/N, follow me.”

“Yes sir,” she follows him out of the room and around the bullpen, towards his office.

“I want you to take JJ’s old office,” he announces. “Facilities management is going to be emptying it within the next few hours and then you can move into it. These cases are delicate and I can’t have you on the floor discussing intimate details of the case, now you’ll have a whole room to yourself.”

She feels a sense of pride rip through her, like she’s finally made it here even though she knows this is probably to do with their affair. “Thank you, sir, I really appreciate it.”

He steps even closer to her and lowers her voice, “This isn’t a reward or a bribe to keep this thing between us quiet. I genuinely appreciate all the work you do for this team and that office has been and always will be for the Media Liaison. You deserve that office, I’m sorry it’s taken so long for you to get it.”

“Aaron,” she smiles up at him. “Thank you.”

He reaches out for her hand and gives it a loving squeeze, wishing he could kiss her goodbye but the blinds are open, anyone could see. And then he’s gone, brushing past her and rushing down the stairs, he meets the others in the bullpen and together they head out the double glass doors.

She sighs. Before it was nice to watch him leave, she could stare at his butt and giggle to herself… now she’s completely enamoured with him and watching him go fills her stomach with fear. All she wants is for him to come home in one piece. To come home to her.

@ssamorganhotchner @hotchsdoormat thank you for your encouragement while writing this fic, its gotten so long I'm breaking it up into two parts just so i don't crash the app like I've done with my other long fics <3 hope you like it

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hotchfiles · 3 months

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hi! can i ask for 12 and 13 valentines bau!reader with hotch? 🤭✨ thank youuu

let's celebrate valentine's with the criminal minds squad! 12. going on a platonic date and being mistaken for a couple 13."That's really all I need. Some time with just you."

it’s singles’ night at the bar down the street, a consolation prize for all the lonely lovely people on valentine’s day and the last chance not to go home alone. that was your plan though, go home alone. it was late and you were tired so when garcia texted the details to you, the idea was to ignore it and deal with her the next day.

obviously that changed as soon as hotchner, the embodiment of a greek god, receiver of all your most affectionate thoughts and to make it better, or worse, your boss, left his office, smile on his face as he stops by your booth. a “you coming?” from his lips was all it took to get you ready for some drinks.

it was a much smaller group tonight, jj, derek and blake all busy with their partners, leaving the fun for you, garcia, rossi, spencer and aaron. “see, we need more girls, the testosterone levels are suffocating me!” penelope points out, not needing any drinks to start blabbing about something, it makes you giggle, involuntarily touching aaron’s thigh with yours, his hand quickly switching from his to yours with the touch. you don’t even try to hide your smile.

“i think you need a date, pen, and margaritas!” you get up promptly thinking about getting the table a round, aaron at your tail as if it was second nature, and if you were to think it through, it really almost was.

you both sat side by side on the jet, he took your hand to help you get out of it whenever you landed, you were always each other’s roommates if sharing was necessary, his hand went to the small of your back whenever you were together out of work, guiding you to avoid any bump ins. if derek was in here tonight he definitely would've made some sort of commentary, but rossi's smirk was plenty to point out what everyone thought.

"are you following me, agent hotchner?" you mock him, causing him to chuckle as he leans on the bar by your side.

"i'm avoiding garcia, we don't have the budget for more people and she might convince me." sure. you nod along as if you believe it whole heartily, taking advantage of the place and situation to stare at him as much as you wanted, he held the eye contact for a while, laughing and shaking his head when he couldn't.

"what about you two love birds? couples pay full price today though." neither of you make any move to correct the bartender, not so secretly enjoying the fact the glancing and comfortable talking was enough to confuse outsiders.

"i'll have a margarita." you answer louder than the music and see them wait for aaron's order.

"nothing for me." you can feel him getting closer, his shoulder touching yours and his hands going for yours over the bar. "this is really all i need right now. some time with just you."

#aaron x reader #aaron x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch imagine #hotch scenario

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eyeofnewtblog · 7 months

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Things that happen at work:

Got hired by a trucking company doing admin to safety stuff.

My new boss, in the interview: I’d love to have you start on *specific date* so that we can do the on boarding stuff, but we’re going to have the Driver Appreciation BBQ literally the day after and I want everyone to meet you.

Me: That’s honestly a good plan. I’m completely available for whatever happens, what time do I need to be there?

My actual second day of being hired and going through the whole set up of Driver Appreciation BBQ Day:

*chopped four onions for burgers and sobbed in the break room*

My boss: *lightly supervises but is honestly a Party Queen because she’s a Hispanic mom and is used to throwing parties for 100 plus people in her own backyard let alone a work bbq, you don’t even understand she literally looked at the corporate list of supplies and was like “nah, too much. Mmm. Maybe. Hm. Not enough.” AND WAS EXACTLY RIGHT she owns her own bouncy house, she’s got this shit on lockdown, ok?

So like two hours into this polite bullshit introductory hell scape (I am fine with meeting new people in large groups but I hate meeting people in “sterile corporate” settings, like, if I’m going to remember you, it’s because you did something actually meaningful or interesting, NOT because you shook my hand for five seconds and said you go by Steve or Becky…)

Me, to EVERYONE because my job is to Hand Out Shirts and Lunchboxes: Hi! I’m the new girl from Safety! Who are you exactly? Please don’t expect me to remember you, I’m terrible at putting names and faces together, but I’m sure we’ll talk again soon! What size T-shirt do you want? Here’s your lunch box!

Me: *finally gets a break and sits down to eat some honestly decent brauts and potato salad, deliberately choosing to sit next to one of the drivers that’s been at the company for a while* Hi, how’s it going? I’m the new safety girl!

Older driver whose name I don’t know YET: I’m doin’ pretty good with all this free food. So, you gonna stick around after the little one comes along, or are you gonna leave us high and dry like the last one?

Me, honestly pretty angry but trying to be cool: Not pregnant, just fat.

*very very very awkward silence, like this dude knew that he fucked up, but also the way my body is shaped I really don’t blame him for thinking what he did*

He did actually apologize right then and there, and honestly the entire way he went about everything was from a genuinely good place, and I personally thought it was funny after it was all said and done. Verbal on the spot forgiveness type stuff.

Guess who fucks up the very next day by UNINTENTIONALLY losing a very important document of the exact driver who “insulted” me?

Yeah. So. I spent my entire first week on a brand new job searching through three giant filing cabinets and 20 years worth of documents for ONE fucking medical card. I didn’t find it. Believe me, I looked at every single piece of paper in those cabinets, I have no fucking clue where I put it.

The driver was really nice about it and we had a good laugh about him putting his foot in his mouth and me swearing up and down I didn’t do it for revenge.

Honestly I have no idea how any of this will turn out, but every one seems nice so far so I’m really hopeful.

#things that happened today #things that happen at work #humans are space orcs #truckers #truckers are a breed unto their own #just have fun with it

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veethefreeelf · 6 months

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Resistance is futile - O.SH

Summary:

Your best friend had introduced you to Sehun saying you two would get along perfectly. As soon as he opened his mouth, you wanted to kill him. This is the first and last time you’ll see him, right?

Wordcount: 6.8k

Warnings: sub! x dom! dynamics (if you’re not into that, this is not the fic for you), power play, degradation, possessive Sehun, slut and whore used a lot, also baby girl and little one, nipple play (nipple clamps), silk restraints, pussy slapping, spanking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, toys, protected vaginal penetration, oral f. receiving, tit slapping.

Requested: yes, here

P.S - Italic is for thoughts mainly from the characters’ perspective and quotes.

‘What an asshole…’ was your first thought after meeting Oh Sehun.

You couldn’t believe your best friend actually thought you would get along. He sounded like a cocky asshole with way too many women fawning over him which means he had a gigantic ego to come along with his abrasive personality.

“Excuse me?” you asked him. You couldn’t believe what he had just told you.

“You heard me the first time, baby girl. No need to pretend you didn’t” he said as he turned to your best friend that had just introduced you two to each other.

“I said no brats, Blake. She screams trouble. I don’t like trouble” he said to Blake, your best friend who was now regretting all of their life choices that brought them to this very moment, with you shooting daggers at them.

“Sehun, don’t be annoying. Y/N is amazing and she is very much what you usually look for trust me” she said looking back at you.

“Of all the things you have done to me, Blake, this takes the fucking cake. This guy’s an asshole. I don’t like assholes” you said, spitting his words back at him.

“Also call me ‘baby girl’ again and you’ll have your balls kicked back inside your body” you kept going.

“Y/N! Behave. You two need to sit down and talk. Come on. You both know me. You know I wouldn’t make this suggestion unless I was absolutely certain of what I was doing” Blake said as they looked between you and Sehun.

You have to give it to Blake. They have never steered you wrong in this department. You had… Let’s say… Particular tastes in the bedroom. You also didn’t want to be tied down, you were focused on your career so you wanted only sexual relationships with people. No feelings, no meeting the parents, none of that. Not now at least.

You were looking for someone different… You wanted to be dominated but only in the bedroom and doms well… They stay doms even outside of the bedroom which clashes with your bitchy personality. You are a submissive little thing only in the appropriate scenarios. Outside of that, you are a menace and take shit from no one which is why this initial conversation with Sehun has left you not wanting to explore anything else with him.

“Usually I trust your judgment but Sehun here already said ‘I’m too curvy for him’ so I would much rather not waste my time. Degradation is fine. I draw the line at assholeness” you said as you sipped your drink.

He laughed.

“Hmm… I think Blake is right. Let’s talk. What do you say? I’ll put the assholeness away, for now” he said as he looked you up and down and licked his lips.

Fuck, he may be an asshole but he is fucking gorgeous. He made you want to throw all your principles out the window at that moment . ‘Stay strong, Y/N. Get your shit together’.

You sighed.

“Fine. I’ll hear you out” you told him and then turned to Blake.

“As for you, you better be right about this one” you had told them.

Blake rolled their eyes and moved away from the two of you and into the party that was currently going on around you.

Sehun started leading you to a table in the back of the rooftop you were in. Understandable. You couldn’t let this conversation be heard. Not here at your office party with all your colleagues and bosses around.

“So, not a great introduction. My bad. Can you get past it?” he asked after you sat down.

“Don’t know yet. Want to hear more. Blake said there was a reason they thought we would be good together and that intrigues me so why don’t you start by telling me what you want and what you are looking for in this… relationship” you answered him and opened the floor for him to change your mind.

“Well, not sure what Blake has told you about me but I’m a very busy person. Don’t have time for the typical relationship nor am I interested in that for now. I want someone who is looking for the same thing. I am very dominant in the bedroom which means I am looking for someone to be submissive to me. Always. No switching ever. As for kinks… Degradation, overstimulation, orgasm denial and a few more. We can talk about it in more detail after. My hard limit is anything relating to bringing other people into the bedroom. No fucking chance. I don’t like sharing. That’s the basics. What about you?”

‘Interesting’ you thought. Blake did know how to pick them for you.

“Pretty much the same for me. I’m focused on my career, don’t have time and don’t want a traditional relationship. Over the years I’ve been looking for someone to have more of a permanent deal. I’m sick and tired of having to look for different partners. I am very submissive in the bedroom. I do have some bratty tendencies but not too much. As I’m sure you figured out, outside of the bedroom, it’s a different story. I will not be talked to in the same way outside of the bedroom as I am talked to in the bedroom. As for kinks, those are fine. We can discuss more later, if we’re both interested. My hard limit is anything anal. Not my jam” you finished and he smiled.

“Sounds good to me. Want to get out of here?” he asked you.

Did you? Yes, you did. But was this the right choice? You were still on the fence about him due to his wonderful opening line but you do see some potential. You can always go home with him now and if it’s not what you were looking for or not worth having to deal with his smart mouth, you can just call it off right there.

“I do. But let’s say this is on a trial basis for tonight. Let’s see if we’re a good fit. If not, we go our separate ways” you told him.

“Sounds good. Let’s go then” he said as he got up from his seat.

“My apartment okay?” he asked you.

“Sure, if you murder me, Blake will know it was you so all good” you said jokingly and he laughed.

As he drove the both of you to his apartment, you kept looking over at him driving. He was sexy. Very sexy. He has a resting best face most of the time but so do you. Oh but it looks much better on him though.

He interrupted your thoughts.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he looked over at you when he stopped at a red light.

“Yes, but I’m sure that’s not surprising to you. For an asshole, you’re very intriguing” you told him and started to look out the window.

“About the ‘baby girl’ thing… Is that an in public rule or a hard no?” he asked you and you laughed.

“In public rule. I don’t mind it in the appropriate setting” you told him.

“Good to know. Any other pet names you like?” he asked again.

“‘Little one’ is my favorite. Not very common but I read it in a book once and fell in love with it” you told him and he hummed.

The rest of the ride to his apartment was silent. But it wasn’t uncomfortable.

He led you through his apartment door and you were able to walk in and look around a bit when he moved to take off his jacket and shoes. It was a nice apartment. Simple. Light colors. Lots of room. You could see a small bed and a chest with some dog toys next to the couch.

“You have a dog?” you asked excitedly.

“Yeah, his name is Vivi. He isn’t here tonight though” he said and you tried not to show your disappointment.

He laughed.

“Wanted to meet him, huh?” he asked you.

“Sorry, I love dogs. Kind of my only weakness in life really” you answered and smiled.

“Be good tonight and I’ll think about letting you meet him” he told you and you gulped.

“Using your puppy against me already?” you asked him.

“Let’s call this taking advantage of an opportunity” he said as he started to walk over to you.

“Take off your jacket, shoes and dress and meet me in the bedroom” he told you and leaned in closer to you.

“Last door on the right” he whispered in your ear while holding your chin as he started walking in the direction he told you.

You took your jacket, shoes and dress off and took a deep breath. ‘Here we go again’ you thought. Let’s hope this one is the right one.

You walked into the bedroom and he was standing in front of the bed staring at you.

“Took your time. Are you nervous, little one?” he asked and your breath got stuck in your throat.

Oh he’s going to be fun, that’s for sure.

“Tricky dress, that’s all” you tried saying confidently.

He moved closer to you and started to kiss you. His hands were holding your face. He kept moving the both of you until your back reached the back wall of his bedroom.

You don’t know how long the both of you stayed there just making out. He was a great kisser. If this was any indication of what was to come, you were definitely going to want more once tonight ends.

He started to move away from you and was staring you up and down.

“How far do you want me to go tonight? Pick a safeword either way” he told you as he started to take off his shirt.

“Surprise me. That’s what safewords are for. Let’s stick to colors. Always works” you told him as you stared at his naked torso now.

“Hmm… let’s test some things” he said and started walking to his closet.

He pulled a box from his closet and started to move towards the bed.

“Lay down close to the headboard, little one” he told you and you did what he asked.

He took out silk restraints from the box and moved closer to you. He started to restrain both your hands against the headboard and you moaned a bit.

“Too tight?” he asked, looking at you.

“No, perfect” you told him.

“Baby girl likes pain. Noted” he told you and moved to lay on top of you.

He started kissing you again and you pulled on the restraints. ‘This is going to be tough’ you thought. You liked to touch your partners and you definitely wanted to touch him, very much.

He started kissing down your neck, kissing your collarbones, kissing down your chest. It felt like he wanted to cover your whole body in kisses. It felt so good. His lips were beautiful and he seemed to be enjoying himself terribly, humming and sighing as he kissed you, which made you wetter and wetter by the second.

Once he was done you were both breathing hard and he leaned back on his heels and stared at you while running his hands up and down your thighs.

You were getting impatient. You wanted him to keep going, to do something, anything. You pulled on your restraints stupidly and he started to stare into your eyes as he laughed.

“Patience is a virtue, little one. Also, resistance is futile at this point” he said as he grabbed your thighs with a bit more power.

“You sure are taking your time staring at someone too curvy for your taste” you bit back at him.

He spanked your thigh. Hard.

“No talking back. And that’s a line I use on every potential match I meet. I enjoy the reactions and can get a sense of what to expect from someone based on that. Now can we move on from that or are you going to bring it up again and not get fucked at all?” he asked you sternly.

You stayed silent and he started to shake his head.

“Use your words and answer me now” he told you as he started to look through the box that was now next to him on the bed.

“I won’t bring it up again” you said and he stared at you.

Not good enough. You knew better than that.

“I won’t bring it up again, sir” you tried again and he hummed, satisfied.

“Good girl” he said and took out a small vibrator from the box.

“Let’s keep having fun, yeah little one?”

“Yes, sir”

He turned on the vibrator and started to move it up your legs as he leaned down to kiss you again.

He pushed the vibrator against your clit through your panties and you moaned loudly into his mouth.

He started to kiss your neck and leave hickies as he increased the power on the vibrator. He pushed the palm of his hand against your pussy and trapped the vibrator between your clit and his hand.

You were getting louder now, your breaths were shallow and you were starting to get closer and closer to the edge.

“You sound so good, baby girl. Hmm I knew you would the moment I looked at you” he said and you were dripping now. Panties ruined and about to reach your peak and he completely removed himself and the vibrator from you and you sighed.

“Holding your complaints. What a good girl” he told you as he turned off the vibrator and placed it next to him.

“Open your eyes and look at me” he told you and you obeyed.

He grabbed your pussy and started massaging your clit slowly.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and take a few more of those. I’m gonna taste you now. You’re fucking dripping. I bet you taste phenomenal” he told you as he started to take off your panties.

Orgasm denial is not your strength but it seems that’s the game to play tonight and if you play right, you might get a very good reward. You will do your fucking best.

After taking off your panties, he moved up to pull your bra up and started sucking your tits. He kept leaving hickies everywhere which you would need to worry about tomorrow when trying to hide them but definitely wouldn’t worry about them now.

You kept humming and you wanted to touch him so bad. You hated these restraints right now.

He moved down your body and started to eat you out. He focused on your clit at first. Sucking, licking, biting while both of his hands massaged your tits and pinched your nipples.

You were moaning so loudly now. This felt incredible. Not enough to make you cum but enough to make you want him desperately.

You pulled on your restraints again.

He lifted his head and smiled at you.

“Stop pulling on those or they will leave a mark. Use your words, baby girl. Tell me what you want from me and I might just give it to you” he told you as he kept pinching and twisting your nipples.

“Need more, sir. Please” you asked in your best begging voice. Fuck this was getting you wetter.

“Tell me exactly what you want, little one” he told you and started to kiss your clit.

“Your fingers, please, sir. I need your fingers” you sounded desperate but you didn’t care.

“Good girl” he said and started to finger you while his mouth focused on your clit.

His other hand now moved from your tit to your neck and he tentatively squeezed you. He looked back at you to see your reaction.

“Green, green, sir. Green” you told him and he laughed into your pussy.

He started to choke you harder and kept eating you out and fingering you. You were so fucking close again. You tried pretending like you weren’t close but he was inside you and could feel you starting to squeeze his fingers a little too hard and he pulled back completely from you.

“Fuck” you had let out and he spanked your thigh hard three times.

“You’ll take everything I give you and thank me for it, understood?” he asked, now massaging the place on your thigh he had just spanked.

“Y..Yes, sir… Sorry, sir…” you said as your breathing was evening out.

He moved away from you and got up from the bed. You stared at him and started to worry at first but then realized he was just removing the rest of his clothing.

After he removed the remaining pieces of clothes, you stared at him. He was hard and he truly was beautiful from head to toe. Even his dick was gorgeous. Perfect size and just staring at you. You started salivating and he gave you a short laugh.

Sehun joined you on the bed again and started to rub the tip of his cock in your folds. You started to move your hips with him and you were both panting now. He was also getting impatient, you could tell.

He sat back on his heels and leaned over to get the vibrator again. He turned it on and placed it on your clit on the lowest setting. He again trapped the vibrator between his hand and your clit and applied pressure.

With his other hand he started to stroke his cock and he kept staring at you.

Your moans were increasing again. With each orgasm he denies you, you get more and more sensitive and desperate to cum. He just started this third round and you are already getting desperate and getting close.

“Getting desperate, baby girl? You’re being so good, just a bit longer, I promise” he told you and as he finished his sentence he moved his cock closer to your pussy and pushed just the head against your hole.

Your breath hitched. Fuck, you really need him to fuck you. Bad. No more games.You need him now.

“Please… Please, sir… I’m so close…” you said and you looked between your bodies where he was holding his cock barely against your hole.

He leaned down to bite on one of your nipples and you started getting louder again and he removed himself from you completely. Again.

You were breathing really fast and started to whine and he leaned into your ear to praise your efforts.

He did this exact same torture two more times. No one had ever denied you 5 times in a row. You were losing your mind and you were starting to lose your patience but at the same time he had made you feel like no one else had. Addicted. Desperate. You wanted to keep going. You wanted to continue getting praise. You wanted to be his good girl. His baby girl.

He leaned his forehead in yours now and just whispered ‘so good’ over and over again. You could tell this was exactly what he was looking for too and you wanted to keep going.

He closed the box next to him and put it on the floor next to the bed. He reached back up to you and started to remove the silk restraints from you and you started to get excited.

“You were so good for me. You get to touch now” he said.

“Finally” you whispered and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him.

You kept kissing for a while and moaning with your naked bodies intertwined and suddenly he pulled away.

He moved to the nightstand to get the condoms and started to roll one on his dick as you stared at him and licked your lips.

He got closer to you and flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under your stomach to lift your ass up and he started to move his cock up and down your pussy again.

He spanked your ass and entered you without any warning. You were so wet and he had tortured you for so long that it was easy for him to just move into you until he bottomed out.

He didn’t give you any more warnings and he started to pound into you from behind. One of his hands was holding your hip and the other was pulling your hair and head back.

Fuck, you knew you weren’t gonna last and he seemed to be in the same both as you.

“Touch yourself for me, little one” he told you and you moved your hand down to your clit and you knew you would soon be done.

You were being loud and so was he. Grunting and moaning and his movements started getting sloppier and you started getting closer and closer. He spanked you one last time and that drove you over the edge and you came with a cry of his name.

You kept moaning and your vision went white. This had been the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.

You were still coming down from your orgasm and he bit down on your shoulder and spilled into the condom.

He was holding himself up with one arm, half laying on you while the both of you recovered.

You started to fall asleep. You were so absolutely satisfied but completely exhausted. You felt Sehun get up and when he came back he was not letting you sleep in peace.

“Come on, little one. Don’t get bratty on me now. Let’s take a shower and then you can sleep, okay?”

You grumbled and turned away from him.

He spanked you again. This time lightly in comparison to the spanks from before.

“Move, lazy girl” he laughed as he told you.

You got up and you both showered and got back into bed.

“In case it’s not clear, I’m staying over. Might fall asleep in the Uber if I leave now” you told him as you started to feel cozy and warm in his bed.

“Of course, Y/N. I wasn’t going to kick you out after that. I’m not a complete asshole” he said as he also started to get comfortable.

“Hmm… No ‘Y/N’ in here. Don’t ruin in” you told him and he huffed a laugh.

“Deal, little one. I’m assuming I meet your criteria and we can do this regularly then?” he asked you and you barely heard him as you were already starting to drift off to sleep.

“Yes, sir. Absolutely. Let’s talk tomorrow. I’m sleepy” you told him and you don’t remember if he answered since you fell asleep almost instantly.

You woke up the next morning and it was all good. Nothing was awkward. Sehun tried offering you breakfast but you told him you needed to go to get ready for a friend’s birthday brunch. You exchanged phone numbers and the deal was on.

It was great finally having someone you could do this regularly with who wanted the same thing as you. Sure, you had been wrong before but Sehun seemed different. He was like you. This time, there would be no hidden feelings and no complications, no. You would simply hang out when you needed to relieve some tension and that was it.

You had talked a few times over text which generally would be against your rules but he immediately told you ‘don’t overthink it, I think we’re really similar and I think you’re cool so I want to be friends and we can keep both things separate if it makes you feel better’. And it did make you feel better. He was a great guy. Funny. And you shared the same sense of humor so being friends with him was easy and you both knew there was no secret intentions behind this friendship or your deal.

Unfortunately, the only thing that had happened between you two in the next week was those text messages. He had been very busy with some company-wide situation and you were also busy getting ready for the final presentation of your deal to one of our clients. And, tonight you had the final company party of the year to announce the goals for the rest of this quarter and next year’s goals.

You and Blake arrived together at the party since neither of you wanted to drive, you chose to take an Uber together.

The party looked great. As usual. The board spared no expenses in order to make you all feel a part of something real and meaningful. You were grateful. This has been the first job where you felt happy and content with management and your growth in the company.

You and Blake sit at your table and thank fuck you were seated at the same table. Just because you were overall happy with the company, doesn’t mean there weren’t some bad apples in the company that you definitely did not want to sit next to and have to deal with all night.

You started to hear a really loud laugh. It was a funny laugh at first and made you laugh yourself but you started to get annoyed. You just had to have the table by the loudest most annoying laugh in the room. Of course.

You turned around to check out who was the culprit. You had to know in order to avoid them next time you were in this situation.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Oh Sehun. Of course. Why was his laugh this loud? For what reason? And the way he switched between his loud laugh and an absolute resting bitch face was something to marvel at for sure.

But… Why was he here? You were confused. You had never seen him at any company-wide party before. And you absolutely had never heard this laugh before, you would have remembered it. Had you missed him completely before?

It seemed you had stared a bit too long at him and he sensed it because now he was looking at you and lifting his class up to signal he saw you. You lifted a brow at him, rolled your eyes and turned away from him.

“Did Sehun always work for this company? How have I never seen him before and why would you tell me to fuck him? You know I don’t like to dip my pen in the company ink…” you asked Blake when most of your table was gone.

“Because I knew you two would get along and I knew you would immediately tell me no if you knew he worked at the company. Pretty obvious, actually” they answered you.

“Besides, he is so high up in the chain you won’t ever see him around anyways. I’m actually surprised he’s here tonight. There’s always some excuse for him not to make it” they added.

“Great. I’m fucking one of my bosses, Wonderful. Thanks!” you said to Blake sarcastically.

“You’re welcome aaaaaand he’s coming this way so I’m gonna go. Have fun, be safe!” they told you before they got up and left.

“Hey, Y/N. Sorry for the surprise. Didn’t want to ruin a good thing” he said as he sat down in Blake’s now empty seat.

“You chose right. Had I known, this would never have happened and that would be unfortunate wouldn’t it?” you asked as you started to flirt with him.

You needed him badly and now that he was here, you needed to make your intentions very clear about how you want tonight to end.

“Meet me at the entrance at 11:30. Don’t be late” he told you and left to go back to his table.

The night seemed to go by very, very slow, more so now that you knew what awaited you after you left. You were pretending to hear whatever one of your very boring colleagues was trying to tell you about but you were lost in your thoughts and you didn’t even notice his hand touching your arm.

As soon as you noticed, you flinched and backed away from him. You ended up telling him off completely. He shouldn’t have tried to touch you without your consent and if he tried anything else with you, HR would be hearing all of this.

You got up and were walking to the bathroom when someone grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer.

“It’s me. Quite the show with your colleague. I should fire him just for even looking at you” Sehun growled in your ear.

“You shouldn’t surprise people this way either. Almost elbowed you in the ribs. And I can defend myself. He already got an earful” you told him.

“Let’s go now before someone else decides to touch what’s mine” he told you and started to move towards the entrance.

“What’s yours? That deal is off outside the bedroom, Sehun” you told him as you followed him out the venue,

“No, it isn’t. I told you. I don’t like sharing. That’s my hard limit. And you want to start fucking up now? Already? Fine. I’ll fucking show you tonight then” he told you as he turned around and got very close to your lips.

This was the second time he was driving you both to his apartment. This time, however, he was in a very different mood. His resting bitch face was out and he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.

This was going to be a very interesting night.

He parked the car in the garage and before you could open the door to get out he spoke up.

“Here’s the code to my apartment. Get in. Strip down completely and wait for me on the bed. Don’t speak. Go. Now.”

You said nothing and started making your way up. You were very wet already. Why was he so sexy when he got like this? ‘Fucking unfair’ you thought.

You got into the apartment and quickly took off all your clothes and moved to sit on the bed. You didn’t know how long he was going to take but you didn’t want to risk it. It already seemed like you would be in for a very long night,you didn’t need to make this any worse for yourself.

As you were finishing your thoughts, he walked through the bedroom door and didn’t say a word. He took off all his clothes except his underwear and moved to his closet. You already knew what he was going to get but right now you couldn’t decide if you should be excited or scared.

He placed the box on the bed and stared at you. He looked you over from head to toe and his face had such intensity… Excited. You were definitely excited. Being scared has disappeared from your mind completely.

“Move up. No fucking touching for you again. Not until you learn” he told and you gulped.

You moved up on the bed as he told you to.

“I didn’t know that applied outside of the bedroom. You mentioned sharing in that sense, I didn’t know you meant outside of it. And, I didn’t want him to touch me. He did it without my consent. I wasn’t paying attention, I was–”

“It doesn’t matter. Pay attention next time. Don’t want to have to sit there and watch that. Even if it isn’t welcome. Now that you know that it applies to in and outside of the bedroom, I’m going to give you an out. If you take it, we are done. With the deal, I mean. If you don’t take it, I expect you to take care of what’s mine when I’m not around” he told you as he started to take the silk restraints out of the box.

Usually possessiveness was not something that you enjoyed but to be fair, you get it. You wouldn’t want to share him with anyone either.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know. I’ll be better from now on. Promise” you told him and looked straight into his eyes so he knew you meant it.

He started to restrain your hands against his headboard and you just stared at him. He wasn’t going to be nice tonight, you know that much.

“Safeword?” he asked after he was satisfied with the restrains on your wrists.

“Colors, sir” you said as you started to lay down.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, he climbed over you and started to kiss you. Shit, you had forgotten how good of a kisser he was. You could just kiss him for hours like this. You were starting to moan and he bit your lip hard and moved away from you.

“This is a punishment. Your enjoyment doesn’t matter tonight, understood?” he asked you and you nodded and agreed. You figured as much.

He moved to the box and pulled out nipple clamps. This was new for you. You had never tried this before. Your nipples were very sensitive so you weren’t sure how this was going to feel but you wanted to find out.

He looked over at you and raised his brow at you. You knew what he was silently asking you.

“Green, sir” you said and he nodded.

He started to massage your breasts and kiss you again.

And as soon as you forgot what he was holding in his hands, he clamped one of your nipples and you gasped. He started to kiss you again and kept massaging your breasts and he surprised you again with the other clamp. It felt different. Painful but pleasurable at the same time. Difficult to describe, but you knew you were getting wetter.

He placed a kiss on each of your breasts and took the small vibrator out of the box. He turned it on to the highest setting and smirked. Oh. You get it now. He’s going to try and push you to your limit. You gulped.

He looked over at you and slapped your pussy. So hard. You almost came right then. You were being stimulated in ways you’ve never had been before and it was all overwhelming in the best way.

He got up, took his underwear off and got back on the bed. He was kneeling between your legs and started to run his hands up and down your legs while he stared at your pussy.

“You’re pretty everywhere, you know that?” he asked as he kept staring at your pussy.

“Thank you, sir. You are too” you said as you stared right back at him.

He took the vibrator and placed it on your clit. In the highest setting. He trapped it between his hand and your clit and you knew this move by heart now. Except this time, you don’t think he will deny you your orgasm. You have a feeling he is going with the other end of the spectrum.

He leaned over and started kissing your neck. He began pushing the vibrator against your clit harder and then softer. He was alternating rhythms constantly and you were losing it already.

You started to pant and moan so loud and he could tell you were close and before you knew it, you came.

He didn’t move his hand away, not even a little bit. He kept the vibrator right against your clit and didn’t even give you time to recover from your high.

“Sensitive, please… Wait a bit, sir, please” you begged.

“No. Take it. Silently. I only wanna hear you moan or say my name. No complaining or it gets worse” he warned you.

You started to whine but you pushed through. You wanted to be good for him. Desperately.

He leaned back on his heels and kept pressing the vibrator onto your clit. With his other hand he started to massage your breasts softly and you hissed.

“Fuck…” you heard him curse almost in a whisper. He was already getting affected too.

He stopped massaging your breasts and started to stroke his cock with his free hand while pressing the vibrator against your clit and he started the abuse on your clit again by alternating the pressure.

He kept stroking his cock and removed the vibrator from your clit. He now placed it on your hole and kept pushing it in for a few seconds and taking it out until you could only feel the vibrations against your hole.

Fuck, this was a new kind of torture. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to be the one stroking his cock. You started to stare at his cock and you were whining now.

“Next time be good and you might be the one doing this” he told you and you looked up.

He kept this pace with the vibrator in and out of your pussy entrance. With his other hand, he stopped stroking his cock and placed his fingers on your clit. He started to do figure eights on your clit and you knew you were going to be gone soon.

A few more strokes like this and you were over the edge again. You could feel yourself dripping and your pussy hole kept clenching around nothing now that he moved the vibrator away.

He again gave you no time to recover and pushed the vibrator back to your clit. His other hand went to your hole and he started to finger you. Two fingers at first and quickly he added a third and started an aggressive pace that had you seeing stars.

Soon enough, you were close again and you started moaning again very loudly. You were never this loud before. Tears were flowing down your face and as you came a third time.

As you were coming down from your high, he removed his hands and vibrator from you and unclamped both your nipples. He started to massage your breasts and as the blood flow came back to your nipple, you started to wail. You had never felt anything like this before. Your orgasm had been amplified like never before. Your eyes were shut and you kept panting and moaning and whining.

Sehun was now whispering in your ear words you haven’t heard all night.

“Such a good girl. My baby girl. You’re so good. You’re so good to me. We’re almost done. Almost done. Promise” he continued praising and reassuring you.

Once you opened your eyes, you could see he was staring down at you and he had a worried look on his face.

“Color, little one?”

“Green, sir… G..Green” you said weakly but you didn’t want him to stop. He had to fuck you.

“Please, keep going. Fuck me, sir… Please… I need it” you were begging.

“Shhh… I will, little one. Remember your colors and tell me if it’s too much” he told you before he started to hold his cock by your entrance.

Much like last time, he grabbed a condom and pushed in, easily. He started to thrust hard against you. He set a very fast and hard pace. He was reaching places inside you you didn’t think was possible.

He leaned back a bit, lifted your hip with one hand and pushed down on your stomach with his other hand. In this position and with his hand pushing down on you, he was hitting your g-spot constantly and so fucking hard. It was only a matter of time.

The hand that was holding your hip moved to your clit and as soon as he pinched your clit you came again. You were squeezing his cock so hard, it was hard for him to move inside you but he kept going.

“One more. One more, little one…” he said as he was nearing his end as well.

He placed both your legs on his shoulder and he continued pounding into you.

He grabbed one of your tits and started to pinch your nipple and with his free hand he again pushed down on your clit. It wasn’t long before you came again and he finished a few seconds after you.

You don’t remember much after that. You were so exhausted. You needed to sleep and after making sure you were okay and releasing your wrists from the headboard, he let you rest.

You woke up in his bed and he was already up and was scrolling on his phone.

“Let’s do this exclusively, yeah? I’m not sure if you planned to see other people, but I meant it with the ‘no sharing’. You’re too good for that” he told you, eyes still facing his phone.

“I didn’t plan on seeing anyone else. No sharing it is. Exclusive deal but still the same deal” you told him, now moving off of the bed to go shower.

“Of course. Same deal” he told you as he lifted his head from his phone and smiled at you.

You were reminded to thank Blake later.

Not only have they found you a good friend, but also your perfect dom.

Hey guys! I hope you guys enjoy this one. A lot of things were new for me here but I enjoyed writing this a lot! As usual, please let me know in the comments and such if you enjoyed reading it 💕 Thank you for supporting me! CHEERS 🥂

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my friend: hey, so how come Hannibal likes Clarice so much?

my other friend: i don't know probably because-

me:

*AHEM* You see, Hannibal respects Clarice because she is different from all of the money-hungry, insatiable male police officers who are after glory- Who get a rise out of saying they spoke to the great Hannibal Lecter while not being actually brave enough to converse with him authentically. They think of him as less than human, and only care about advancement. Because of this, Hannibal has come to know the FBI as a corrupt field full of corrupt officers, therefore he feels no need to give them any respect since they can't even look him in the eye. But then Clarice comes along. Instantly, she gives him respect, calling him "Doctor Lecter," being "courteous and receptive to courtesy". Hannibal is surprised she does not back down, especially since she is a woman in a very masculine career, something he already admires her for. He expects that, after he insults her, she will not come back, just like all the other cops. But she does come back, in the pouring rain, and suddenly his opinion of her soars. Nobody has ever exuded such passion for saving these victims like Clarice before. He offers her his towel, likely one of his only possessions, because he sees her goodness, her intelligence, her drive. He revels in her remarkable frankness and honesty, two things he values very highly. In the very last scene, in Memphis, is when he is truly moved by her person. In the Memphis scene, is when he truly becomes not only interested in her, but admires her deeply. Her emotional retelling of her childhood trauma about saving the lambs is what allows him to understand the goodness of her- She is truly a selfless, caring person in a world so cold and unforgiving. He changes him, and makes him believe in the goodness of humanity. THAT is what he respects about her the most, above her intelligence and respect: That she has a good heart. These lambs are the girls in a metaphorical sense, which is why he asks if saving Catherine will "make the lambs stop screaming." In the last scene, when he says goodbye to her, you can see tears welling up in his eyes. He cries because he sees her goodness, and knows therefore that she will never make it in the corrupt world of the FBI because of her refusal to stoop to unethical means in order to achieve power. This is proven true in the sequels, when Clarice’s career is tarnished because she rejects a sexual advancement made to her by her boss- Paul Krendler. Krendler makes sure after this she always gets the worst assignments and never advances because she refuses to sleep with him. He also believes Starling “robbed him” of the glory of catching Buffalo bill and is jealous that a woman, and a rookie at that, beat him to the punch. In that moment in Memphis, it’s as if Hannibal is able to see into the future, and predict her self-destruction at the hands of the FBI. He cries because he believes this is the last time he will ever see her again. He cries because he knows she is too good for the FBI, and for the patriarchal, corrupt system, yet he knows she will always blame herself for her imminent failure. (Clarice wanted to save Catherine Martin, but the FBI wanted to catch Buffalo Bill.) Her purity is a tragedy in a world so vile. For me, these two quotes from the screenwriter and director put all the underlying messages and dynamic rapport of TSOTL into an fascinating perspective:

“These are two extraordinarily gifted thinkers engaged in a tremendously important conversation. At last, a mind came into his field that was worthy of verbal and mental intercourse. I don’t know that sex has any place in any of this. I mean, yes he’s a man and yes she’s a woman; he’s very handsome and she’s very beautiful, but so what? These are minds at work here. There’s an eroticism in the thought process that transcends any kind of physical eroticism that might be between the two.” - Jonathan Demme (Director)

“The scenes between Lecter and Clarice are basically seduction scenes. They play, oddly enough, as if they were lovers. They only touch one time in the entire movie, in their last scene when he says goodbye to her- when as he hands her back her notes, he touches her finger. And it's almost a shock to the audience, when they touch. But these scenes, you would approach almost as if you were writing a sort of courtship between two lovers." - Ted Tally, Screenwriter.”

#thisiswhyihavenofriends #justkiddingidoandtheystillloveme #the silence of the lambs #clarice starling #jodie foster #anthony hopkins #film #tsotl #film analysis #jonathan demme #tedtally #horror film #autism

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Masterlist : Marvel

Marvel Cinematic Universe

* = Smut (Minors DNI) || 🦋 = Series || Beware of the TW please

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Do you love Bucky series? @justkending is the writer for you! Here are some of my favourites:

Finding Memories 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader, Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?)

The Number One Rule 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor’s degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other’s buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?)

The Slip Up 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Single mom!Reader, After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.)

So, my number one for smutty Bucky is the wonderful @sinner-as-saint. Here are a few of my favourites:

Capital Letters * 🦋 (Bucky AU x Fem!Reader, You were fortunate enough to work for who was considered to be one of the best, most admired and affluent authors of your time; Mr. James Buchanan Barnes. And soon, things weren’t so professional between you and the man…)

His Obsession * (Mob!Seb x Housekeeper!Reader, You work for the notorious mob boss. You’re at his house regularly; tidying up and cleaning and surprisingly you’re not scared of him like the rest of his staff are. Sure he is authoritative, and mean but he’s never disrespectful or inappropriate, nor does he bark orders at you like he does with the guys. And you were almost certain that he barely pays attention to you. Until one evening he confronts you about something. And what starts out heated, ends in a night neither of you will ever forget…)

Miscellaneous Authors:

Diner Girl || @ofstarsandvibranium (Fem!Reader, After coming across a small diner, he becomes enamoured with you, a waitress)

Set me free || @intrepidacious (Bucky x Nymph!Reader, Once upon a time, a soldier fell from a train. Thankfully, this time, he is found by gentle hands, and a beautiful voice keeps him safe from the cold)

Heal me, baby || @/intrepidacious (Bucky x Nurse!Reader, Your friendship starts with you cleaning up his wounds and Bucky paying to get the blood stains out of your couch. Something else starts, too)

Nightingale’s Song 🦋 || @thatfanficstuff (Barnes x OC, James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America’s best friend. Hydra’s secret weapon. A man lost in time who can’t remember his own name let alone those he held most dear. Florence Anna Charles. A nurse on the front in World War II. A mutant in a time they weren’t known. A woman who can heal with a touch that catches the attention of Hydra)

Lessons in Love || @violentdelightsandviolentends (Bucky x Fem!Reader, Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you.)

[Not Named] || @terry-perry (Dad!Buck x Fem!Reader, Can I request of Jack is clinging on Y/n like koala. Like when Bucky try to pry him off of her but he said “No! I’m staying with mommy and protect her!”)

Mood lighting || @frankieetaylorr (1930s!Bucky x Fem!wheelchair-user!Reader, You never understood why he always came to the dances your resident home threw but you were always so glad when he did)

TW: brief mention of abandonment

Secret Book Club || @starks-hero (40’s!Bucky x Reader, Bucky’s got a new book and he just can’t seem to put it down)

Instinct || @dilemmaontwolegs (FATWS!Bucky x Blind!Fem!Reader, After trying to stop a mugging before Bucky intervenes as reward is offered and so he tracks you down)

Fall into Winter * 🦋 [Ao3] || Miajah (Bucky x Reader, Mae was just doing her civic duty when she saved Iron Man, now she can't seem to get rid of him. Then there was the Winter Soldier and of course Captain America himself. A girl can't catch a break)

Running From the Past * 🦋 [Ao3] || @green-eyeddragonfanfiction (Buck x Mutant!Reader, Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings (like a chameleon/cuttlefish/octopus) and change her appearance in minor ways (such as hair, skin, and eye color), though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD)

Steve Rogers x Reader

You and Me Together 🦋 || @/ofstarsandvibranium (Single Parent Steve x Fem!Reader, After the death of his wife, Sharon, Steve Rogers is now the single parent of their daughter, Grace. Three years after his wife’s death, his friends convince him to go back into the dating game)

Not a Perfect Princess || @shmaptainwrites || (Steve x Princess!Reader, Reader meets one of the heros who saved her country and realizes around him she doesn’t have to be a perfect princess)

Making the Team || @heliads (Dad!Steve x Daughter!Reader, The reader is the daughter of natasha and steve, and she is nervous about for her first mission. Her mom and dad tell her that everything is gonna be great, and the mission is complete, but the reader is badly injured and her parents and Bruce takes care of her)

10 Years Time 🦋 || @/justkending (Steve x Stark!Daughter!Reader, As princess of Alberia, it is your duty to grow into a rightful young lady if you plan on ruling your family’s country. Of course, the only way your father can see this happening is sending you off to a boarding camp at the age of 14 for 10 years to learn what it means to grow into a Queen.That means leaving all your friends and family behind. One specific person, your best friend, you never want to say goodbye to. But 10 years later, you come back grown into a young lady, and find your best friend has grown into a knightly young man. How will you two adjust after 10 years apart? Will things be the same, or will all that’s happened in that span of time affect your relationship?)

Tony Stark x Reader

Dum-E || @mostly-marvel-musings (Tony x Fem!Reader, DUM-E has probably tried petting Tony's hair with his grabby claw when Tony falls asleep in the lab because he's seen you do it and noticed that Tony likes it)

Hot Chocolate and Hoodies || @deadlymistletoe (Tony x Fem!Reader, A dare involving a hoodie eventually leads to hidden feelings being revealed)

Maybe to annoy you || @specialagentlokitty (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Tony's daughter and she has a crush on Steve, like everytime she sees him she blushes and Tony is a little annoyed)

Two Wicks, One Flame * 🦋 [Ao3] || AmberSnapeBlack (Tony x Soulmate!OC, Emma has had it rough her whole life. Her experiences have shaped her into who she is today, a twenty three year old bus girl with no self esteem or backbone. She hates the lime light...well she hates socializing at all. She has never paid her soul mark any mind. Most days, she forgets it even exists. That will change for her in a way she never anticipated. What comes with bearing the soul mark of the man who is the forefront of the Avengers? Who is almost always in lime light? Who is possibly, already taken? Does she want to know?)

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Little Love || @/ofstarsandvibranium (Loki x Short!Reader, where the reader is super short)

Shatter This Glass And Set Me Free * 🦋 [Ao3] || @shiningloki || (Loki x OC, Loki hasn't seen the light of day in years. He has been locked away in Stark Tower, waiting for Odin to free him of his punishment after his attack on New York. He's angry, he's spiteful, but most of all, he's lonely. It is not until one day when a new face comes along Stark Tower that everything begins to change. She's different from the rest. She's trusting, she's curious, and she's willing to give Loki a chance at companionship that no one has ever offered him)

The Eyes of the Beholder 🦋 || @/starks-hero (Gorgon!Loki x Blind!Reader, Loki has spent years in solitude, hidden away in the mountains south of Athens. Having been cursed by the gods for his trickery, anyone that sets eyes on him shall turn to stone. But what happens when an unfortunate mortal wanders into his domain?)

TW: Descriptions of blood, violence and injury, angst

Dances and Daggers 🦋 [Ao3] || Cozy_The_Overlord (Loki x OC, The Summer Festival is upon Asgard, as is the tradition of the dagger ceremony, where each unmarried gentleman chooses a lady to bestow with the honor of carrying his dagger for the night. As Prince Thor's betrothed, Teki's only goal is to accept his dagger with grace and hope that her violent stepfather doesn't find fault with her in the process. But Prince Thor is unpredictable, and when he ignores his engagement on a whim Teki finds herself in a desperate situation. Luckily, Thor isn't the only prince in Asgard…)

Avengers x Reader

Not a burden || @/specialagentlokitty (Autistic!Child!Reader, Would you be comfortable writing something where Bucky and Steve (or maybe the whole Avengers team if you like that better) adopt the autistic reader after finding out her mother emotionally abused her?)

Some Things Never Sleep 🦋 [FF.Net] || MotomamiBizcochito (Avengers x OC, Emma Rogers, AKA The Viper Assassin, has been under Hydra's thumb for nine long years until the Avengers rescue her from a Hydra base after receiving anonymous intel from the Winter Soldier. She's thrown into a world of freedom which she's never known but with the help of her grandfather, Captain America, she slowly becomes accustomed to her new life until Tony Stark brings up the Sokovia Accords. Emma is caught in the middle of a war as she becomes intent on protecting the man she calls her father and siding with her grandfather. Not to mention she crosses paths with a certain webslinging nuisance that knows just how to push her buttons like no other...what Emma would give for the days she spent knife fighting with her father in Siberia)

I know it's a Spiderman x OC but it's because of this story I discovered MCU and Emma has a lot of relations with Avengers. A LOT of TW, check them all please

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 9 months

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When The Girls Talk Boys | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

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*** BOYS ***

She was beautiful. Everything was beautiful about her. The way her eyes lit up as she talked to JJ and Emily, and how her lips always curled up into this adorable pout-smile she always did when someone said something a little too inappropriate for work.

Watching her from across the bullpen had been my favorite thing to do ever since I met her. The first few days, that was all I did. I just watched her from across my desk or as she made herself a cup of coffee. Even when we were in the field, all I could really do was list off any and all facts I knew about whatever was happening. I couldn’t bring myself to actually talk to her as I would get too nervous.

That was until she asked me to go see a screening of Alien Girl, without subtitles. I think that might’ve been the moment I fell in love with her, but I didn’t quite know it back then. One cinema date turned into two, turned into three, turned into dinner dates and after-work drinks or pre-work coffees and breakfast. After two weeks of going out on casual dates, I had finally dared to kiss her.

Knowing fraternizing between co-workers is strictly prohibited, the two of us had decided to keep it under wraps. From then on, we had been strictly professional when we were at work, however, the second we were alone, we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. Every night, she and I found ourselves, kissing and touching like no one else.

Every day, I fell more and more for her.

“You have been awfully chipper lately, pretty boy,” said Derek, capturing my attention.

I shrugged, returning to my file as though I hadn’t been staring at my co-worker for the past ten minutes. “Eh, it’s the sun,” I dismissed him, not wanting to attract any more attention than I already have. “The beautiful weather we’ve been having lately tends to boost serotonin levels. It improves your sleep, synchronizes your biological clock and lowers stress levels.”

While I was ranting off factoids, Rossi joined the conversation. “I think it sounds more like there’s a woman in your life,” he suggested whilst dropping another file on my desk.

Rossi and Morgan both tilted their heads and raised their eyebrows, neither of them really believing anything I was telling them unless it involved a woman. Of course, they were right, but I couldn’t tell them that.

“Who is she?” Morgan asked, noticing my faltering.

Sighing, I shut the file on my desk and turned to my co-workers. “Fine, there is someone,” I told them honestly, capturing their attention, along with my boss’. “She’s… just amazing… You know how someone can just take your breath away with one look?” Morgan, Rossi and Hotch all nodded their heads slowly. “I don’t really understand it, to be fair… It’s-It’s just… I don’t know.”

“Well, that’s a first,” Rossi chuckled.

“So, who is this woman?” Morgan wanted to know.

I fought my instinct to look right at her. If I did, they would most definitely figure it out. They were the best profilers after all. So, instead, I grimaced and turned back to my file. “I-I can’t tell you… It’s kinda new so I kinda want to keep it to myself for now. Don’t wanna jinx anything.”

All three of my co-workers chuckled as they patted my shoulder or simply shook their heads as they left me alone to get back to work. As I let my own words simmer in my mind, I looked up to find her already looking at me with that gorgeous smile on her face.

It did make me wonder if she, herself, talked about me the way I just talked about her.

***GIRLS***

Watching Spencer from across the room was one of my favorite things to do. I just loved how he furrowed his brows in concentration or how his tongue would poke out as he wrote something down. I hated not being able to touch or kiss him whenever we were at work. But I also did know that this was for the best.

“You’re daydreaming,” Emily pointed out, capturing my attention.

I let out a chuckle. “Yeah, a bit tired, I suppose.” It wasn’t a lie. Last night, Spencer and I spent a lot of time together, cuddled up in bed, just talking. And kissing. And touching. All things we couldn’t do when other people were around.

“Ooh, who kept you up last night?” JJ questioned, having heard part of the conversation. There was a teasing in her tone that I had used on her myself whenever I would ask about Will when they first started going out and I was the only one who knew.

Shrugging, I turned away from the girls, ignoring the way my cheeks were heating up. “No one– it’s…” I couldn’t lie to them anymore. I had to say something. Something that would get them off my back, something that would allow me to gush about Spencer without them knowing who I was talking about. “It’s kinda new, so I don’t wanna jinx it…”

“We got a new lover alert?!” Penelope exclaimed as she passed my desk, catching onto my last words. “Tell me everything!”

I fought the urge to glance across the bullpen towards Spencer, who was talking to Morgan, Rossi and Hotch. No one was supposed to know about us. No one could know how we’d gone on several dates and how we’d kiss and touch each other in ways that weren’t very appropriate at work.

“I–” I inhaled a sharp breath, thinking about what to tell them and how to tell them. “He’s a sweetheart, you know? He’s a gentleman…” I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from continuing, but then did anyway. “In and outside of the bedroom.”

The girls all gasped in surprise. “Y/N!” Penelope exclaimed, capturing Spencer’s attention. I locked eyes with him for a split second, which wasn’t enough to alert any of the girls.

“He’s all I’ve ever wanted and I think…” I pressed my lips together. There was no way I could ever admit to what I’m truly feeling for my co-worker. “I think I might be falling in love with him.”

The girls’ jaws dropped while their eyes widened. Their reaction sent a rush of heat to my cheeks, forcing me to hide my face in my hands. I couldn’t believe I was admitting all of this to my co-workers during work hours, even.

“Oh my God!” Penelope cooed, holding her hands to her heart.

“What’s going on?” Morgan asked as he joined, hearing his favorite girl’s exclaims.

“Our little Girl Wonder is in love!” she shouted loud enough for everyone in the bullpen to hear, including Spencer.

Morgan’s eyebrows raised. “Are you now? Who’s the lucky fella?”

Shrugging, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s–I’m… It’s kinda new. Don’t wanna jinx anything.”

Something shifted in Morgan’s facial features, like puzzle pieces fell into place. Rather confused, his eyes flitted from me to Spencer and back. “You… You’re in a new relationship?” he asked me, to which I nodded very slowly as I was trying to grasp onto what he figured out. “And so did you…” he pointed at Spencer.

My eyes widened ever so slightly as they flicked towards Spencer, my lips pressed together tightly. “Y-yeah,” Spencer responded nervously. “Can happen, right? I-it’s a coincidence…”

Morgan hummed suspiciously while Emily narrowed her eyes as well. “But it’s not a coincidence how you’ve both been staring at each other since you guys entered the office…”

Exchanging quick glances, Spencer wordlessly told me he wanted to tell them and while I agreed, I also didn’t want them to win. But I also knew I wasn’t going to win against my co-workers. They were the best at what they did after all.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told them, shaking my head and crossing my arms.

“Oh, come on, y/n!” JJ whined, followed by a chuckle. “You’re in love with him!”

My eyes landed on Spencer again as his eyes softened and his lips curled up into a smile. “You’re in love with me?” he asked, ignoring everyone else around us and the fact that I was still trying to dismiss their suspicions.

“I–” I tried to get myself out with some little white lie, but looking into Spencer’s honeycomb eyes, my insides completely melted and my walls came crashing down. “Yes,” I squeaked.

The most beautiful smile tugged Spencer’s lips upwards and I couldn’t help but mirror said smile. Albeit the setting wasn't’ the most romantic, the moment felt kind of sweet.

“Nawwww!” JJ, Emily and Penelope called out.

I rolled my eyes at them, though I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “This is kinda awkward.”

“Is it, though?” Spencer asked as he took a step closer towards me. He was quick to grab my hands and pull me up to my feet.

Chuckling, I looked up at him. “It is when you don’t say it back, honey,” I whispered, scrunching my nose.

“I’m in love with you, too, baby.”

A wide smile spread across my cheeks as I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him deeply. The shivers the feeling sent down my spine caused me to forget about everyone else around us. It wasn’t until I pulled back from him and Hotch spoke up that I realized where we were.

“I’m gonna need to see you two in my office,” he said sternly, though the ghost of his smile still resided on his face.

Sighing, we smiled at each other before following Hotch to his office. I didn’t let go of Spencer’s hand until we reached the office. The two of us listened to what Hotch had to say and filled out the forms he needed us to. Once we were done in the office, Spencer and I exited and made our way to the breakroom.

“Are you okay with everyone knowing?” Spencer asked when he shut the door while I started making us some coffee.

I smiled up at him. “Yeah, it feels freeing, kind of? Means I can just talk to the girls about you without having to hide who you are.”

Tucking his hands into the pockets of his pants, Spencer made a beeline towards me. “You talk to the girls about me?” he asked, a slight pink tinting his cheeks. I simply hummed as I grabbed at his sweater to pull him closer. “What do you tell them?”

“That you’re a sweetheart,” I replied and kissed his cheek. “That you’re a freak in bed,” I kissed his jaw with a mischievous smirk plastered on my face. “That you’re my lover.” I kissed his nose. “And that you’re all I need.” I finished my answer with a kiss to his lips.

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this at work,” he mumbled but leaned in again for another kiss anyway.

A knock on the door startled the both of them into releasing one another. Morgan peeked his head inside. “All right, lovebirds, Hotch wants us all in the briefing room.”

Nodding our heads, Spencer and I walked out of the breakroom together and joined the rest around the round table. Spencer kissed my knuckles before taking a seat, allowing me to take one on the other side of the table. It was better for us to sit apart, anyway. At least then, we could refrain ourselves from constantly touching each other. It had been our way of keeping us a secret for so long.

We had been able to go without anyone finding out for longer than I had anticipated. But with our co-workers knowing, it felt as though a weight had fallen off my shoulders. I loved Spencer and I loved how everything we did was ours without anyone knowing. But having it out into the world, I didn’t have to be careful with every glance, every touch or what I wanted to say to him.

From now on, I could say what I wanted to him, I could hug him if I needed it without any suspicion.

From now on, I could love him openly and loudly.

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ckret2 · 2 months

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this is a little bit of a bizarre question but the way you manage to “flesh out” characters while keeping them consistent is really remarkable to me!

I’m having a lot of trouble making characters feel less ‘one-dimensional’ (especially female characters…It’s like my mind just draws a blank)

I understand it helps that most of the characters you’re writing have pre established personalities, aesthetics, etc. but I still feel like you manage to make the characters your own in a believable way.

do you have any advice for someone with this issue? if not, just know that I’m really really loving Bill-Goldilocks-Cipher and always look forward to the next chapter!!!

so the first thing you have to do is get deeply deeply obsessed with the story and then you have to go on walks fantasizing feverishly about the characters

But more serious answer:

Advice #1: Just take whatever you already know about the character and dig dig dig dig dig.

Take Wendy. She's the cool girl. Her character concept when she was designed was The Cool Girl. She's such a cool girl that by the end of the series she's symbolically represented by a bag of ice. She also says in one episode that she's NOT laid back, she's stressed all the time, because of her family.

Why is a 24/7 stressed teenager trying to give off an air of being cool and chill? Why did she start? What's she getting out of it? Why does she feel the pressure to maintain that facade? If she's so stressed, what's going on inside her head when she interacts with people? Her friends? Her boss? In one episode, she responds to both a request to hang out at a carnival and a request to start a romantic relationship with "yeah, I guess so." It's so passive. Why's she so passive in her relationships? Especially when she's so outwardly tough and assertive? What's the source of this side of her that just goes along with what other people suggest with seemingly no interest of her own—again, including a ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP? How does this relate to her being the "cool girl"? How does this relate to her deliberate decision to portray herself as "the cool girl"? In one episode she gets a scrape and the FIRST THING she does is forcefully tell Dipper NOT to freak out—why is her priority hastening to reassure the people around her before taking care of herself? She's got three younger brothers—is that how she interacts with them? Is one of them scared of blood? Does she see Dipper like one of her little brothers? Elder sisters often get handed the responsibility to act like mini-moms at young ages—did that happen to Wendy? Her mom is GONE, did that INCREASE the pressure on her? Is that why her family stresses her? What's it like in that house? Being pushed into acting like a mini-mom is a very traditionally feminine role—nurturing—which is at odds with Wendy's kinda soft butch presentation and way of speaking/acting—but is it at odds with Wendy's overall behavior? Following along with what the guys do rather than deciding for herself, passively accepting romantic propositions rather than pursuing someone she actually wants? Is she comfortable in those roles or does she feel pushed into them? Does it grate at her? Does she ever want to act assertive rather than just appear like an assertive person? Why do we never see her "we're WOMEN and we TAKE WHAT WE WANT" side more than once—and is it significant that she only pulls that out when there aren't any guys around? Does being the cool girl—supportive, accepting, nurturing, passive—chafe at her? Why's she do it?

Just keep digging. Overanalyze those tiny character details. Tie them together. Become the "I've connected the two dots" "You didn't connect shit" "I've connected them" meme. You can, will, and must connect the two dots. Treat every character like a mystery to figure out.

But your starting point is always whatever you already know about the character. You're building off of that foundation. You throw NOTHING out the window, buster—EVERY detail is important. You're not just wholesale making shit up—you're extrapolating wildly from whatever you already have. Making shit up always feels unanchored and vague. I said in an ask a few days ago that I headcanon Wendy likes that "stomp clap hey" hipster music genre. I didn't grab that randomly. I grabbed it because when we see her bedroom, she's got a poster with a banjo on it; she's super stoked to go to the Woodstick festival, and when she shows some of the featured indie bands to Dipper she focuses on two of the hipsteriest-sounding ("Scarves Indoors," "Wood Grain on Everything") and the apparent headlining band is the Handlebar Bros (just look at them); and she desperately wants to move to Portland, which in 2012 was the hipster capitol of North America—that's the culture she wants to escape to. No making shit up!! BUILD OFF WHAT YOU HAVE.

And Advice #2: you're telling a story, here. You have a plotline. Shape your characters to serve the story you're telling. What kind of a story are you telling? I'm telling a story about the destructive consequences of being a "special" kid—gifted kids, child celebrities, pageant kids, kids pushed to fill adult roles too young—the perfectionism, the burnout, the fear that anything short of excellence is insufficiency, the need for external validation, seeking love through fame rather than intimacy. When I'm looking at shallow characters and seeing how to fit them into the story, I'm prodding at them to see whether anything we know about them holds the potential to comment on themes like that—and then, if they do, that gives me an direction to dig in that already personally fascinates me, because it helps me weave this character into the story I already want to tell. If a character doesn't inherently carry any of those themes—then what can I do with the contrast between this character and the others?

And then, sometimes, I'm telling a story about two guys getting hunted down by a tooth fairy that desperately wants to steal one's teeth and a dentist that's willing to do anything she says but not motivated to furiously avenge her when she's defeated. Now I've got to make up two characters completely from scratch, BUT I don't have to make them up aimlessly. I already know the exact shapes they need to be fill their assigned positions in the story—I know what they need to do to make the story work—and now I can build them from the edges in, to make them the kinds of people they need to be to perform the actions I want to serve the plot they're in. And from there I can build them just like any character—I take the things they need to be, the things I already know about them (the dentist obeys the fairy but doesn't want to avenge her) and I dig dig dig (why would he not want to avenge her if he's so obedient? Does he obey her out of obligation but not true loyalty? Why? What kind of a person does this make him?)

And the tl;dr of all of that advice is:

so the first thing you have to do is get deeply deeply obsessed with the story and then you have to go on walks fantasizing feverishly about the characters

#anonymous #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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crossed hearts | three

synopsis: two strangers make a drunken promise in the heat of the moment

a/n: i felt bad leaving y’all hanging like that so heres the third and final part. enjoy babes!! (hold on through the angst i promised a happy ending) 🤍🤍

part one | two

You were already running late for work but once that text came through, that didn’t matter to you. Your hands were trembling as a new wave of anxiety rushed through you the second you called the random number and put the phone to your ear.

You weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting, but it was not this.

A feminine voice answered the phone after the second ring, and you felt your heart sink for the second time. You opened your mouth to speak back, but suddenly the words were trapped.

“Y/n?” She softly says, and you weren’t sure why the fact that she knew your name made your stomach twist.

“Yes? Who are you?” You managed to speak back, even though your voice was strained.

There was a slight pause before answered you, not giving a name, but you supposed, a title instead.

“Tyler’s ex.”

You stared ahead at the steering wheel, a million and one thoughts coursing through your mind. The first one being, why would his ex be calling you? Second, why did she have his phone in the first place? Both of those thoughts made your heart physically ache, and suddenly you couldn’t think of a way to justify this.

“Listen, I just wanted to let you know some things that apparently you weren’t aware of. Me and Tyler have been trying to work things out for a while now, but don’t worry, because I’m done doing that shit. If you want him, you can definitely have him, but just know he’s not a loyal man and you’re not the first girl i’ve had to tell this to.”

You were stunned to silence, letting her words echo around in your mind over and over again as you stared blankly at the dash of your car.

“If you have any questions, feel free to ask them.” She adds on, and truthfully you had about a thousand of them, but she wasn’t the one you wanted to ask. You started to feel an unrelenting rage set in, so much so that your whole body got chills.

You didn’t have the time to analyze the situation or the things that she was confessing to you. Suddenly everything Tyler ever told you was a flat out lie and it made you feel absolutely sick to your stomach. You couldn’t believe that you trusted him so much. Maybe all those worries you felt, was really just your gut instinct screaming that he was way too good to be true.

“I appreciate you telling me this.” You muttered back, but before she could speak, you hung up and tossed the phone to the passenger seat. You felt the tears stinging your eyes but you tried not to let them slip. You weren’t sure how to go about this when you talk to him again, but you knew you needed to figure something out. Regardless, you didn’t think you’d believe anything he says if he does try to deny it, because the fact that his ex girlfriend got your number from his phone speaks for itself.

You reached up and grabbed that chain with his ring hanging from it, and ripped it right off your neck. The weight of the silver that’s sat on your chest for a month immediately dissipated, leaving a slight feeling of emptiness, but you couldn’t wear it after that.

You tossed the ring in the cup holder along with the chain and you just sat there, thinking. You didn’t want to go to work after this but you had to, and you knew your were going to dread this entire day. All you wanted to do was go inside, get in your bed and cry until your eyes run dry, but that wasn’t an option.

Tyler ended up sending you a few texts throughout the day. One saying that he hoped you were having a good day at work, the other one reminding you to talk to your boss about getting some days off, and another one was simply just a white heart. But you ignored all of them. If only you could ignore the pain in your heart when you read them.

Later on that night, you’d had four missed calls and a series of texts sitting on your screen from him, but you turned your phone on silent and left it in the kitchen while you curled up on the couch and let your thoughts completely consume you. You weren’t sure exactly how you were feeling, the mix of the emotions was making your mind spiral. You couldn’t sort through the thoughts or the feelings, you were just sitting there with a mind and heart at war.

You hadn’t ate anything, or did a single thing since you got home and collapsed on the couch. You pulled the blanket to your chest and then threw it across the couch when you got the scent of his cologne still lingering in the fabric.

Tyler was worried sick about you when you went all day without answering him, but you didn’t check your phone, so you didn’t know that. Either way, you wouldn’t have believed it.

You look at the time on your apple watch and realize it’s already midnight, and you unfortunately have to be up at five to get ready for work. You didn’t bother going to your room to sleep, because you already knew every time you lay in that bed, you think about him. That’s the last thing you needed.

You curled up on the couch and closed your eyes, attempting to find the sleep you desperately needed even though your mind just wouldn’t shut off. Somehow, someway, you were able to drift off around three, but your alarm woke you up right on time only two hours later.

Your body physically ached the second you opened your eyes. Your mascara from the day before that you didn’t care to wash off was burning your eyes and the couch just wasn’t comfortable enough, but none of that compared to the impending feeling of pure emptiness that took over when the realization hit you that you and Tyler were done. There was no closure or anything such as, because you knew you weren’t going to be strong enough to handle that.

You’d much rather avoid him at all costs. Block his number, get rid of everything that reminded you of him and move on with your life.

If only it was that easy.

You headed over to the kitchen counter and turned your alarms off. You had over fifty missed calls and texts from none other than Tyler himself, with the latest one being only two minutes prior.

You hesitated to grab your phone but you opened those messages anyway, not to read any of them, but just to send back one of your own.

“Need your address. I’m sending your ring back.”

You felt an overwhelming feeling of complete and utter sadness the second you sent that message, but you saw that he was typing immediately after and locked your phone before you had to see what he said.

You proceeded to get ready for work even though it was the absolute last thing you wanted to do. It felt like you were forcing yourself to properly function. Every bone in your body felt like it was being weighted down by solid stones and all you wanted to do was collapse right back on that couch and stay there for as long as you possibly could without starving to death.

You didn’t bother doing much with yourself. You threw your hair up in a messy bun and wiped the black smudges of day-old mascara from underneath your eyes before you walked out, grabbed your phone and your keys and checked the time.

You weren’t going to be late, possibly a little early but at least when you get to work you’ll be able to somewhat distract yourself. You planned to probably stay over a little while just so you can keep your mind off things. If that was even possible.

Tyler was continually calling and texting, but everything was going unanswered. All day long, the messages and the calls never stopped, so you left your phone in your car when you were on break just so you wouldn’t be tempted to answer him at all.

You didn’t bother checking it again after you got off. You were thinking it would be a good idea to just turn that phone off all together, because the temptations to simply see what all he was saying in the mix of all those messages was getting stronger and stronger, but you had to be stronger than that.

But all that strength was sure to go straight out the window the minute you pulled into your driveway and saw Tyler sitting on your porch step. You felt your heart start racing, somewhat in shock and somewhat ready to put the car in reverse and bolt. But, you didn’t.

He picked his head up from his phone and got up from where he was sitting, walking over to your car. You didn’t move a muscle when he opened the door and stood there next to you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him.

You grabbed your phone and your keys and slipped out around him, ignoring him like he wasn’t even there, despite him calling your name repeatedly.

When you fumbled with the keys to unlock the door, he caught up to you, and the second you went to open the door, his hand pressed against it, keeping it shut.

“Y/n-“ His voice was a low, barely there mutter, filled with rasp from the aggravation and worry that he’s been dealing with.

You didn’t look at him. You kept your eyes trained on the door just waiting for him to move his hand so you could open it, but he didn’t.

“If you want to end things with me, this is a fucked up way to do it. At least tell me to my face instead of ignoring me like I don’t even exist to you.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, starting to feel that rage take home within you again.

“Why are you avoiding me? Everything was fine when we got off the phone yesterday, and then you just started ignoring me and now you want to give my ring back?”

“Everything was fine, Tyler. Until I figured out that you’ve been lying to me this whole time.” You spat, finally turning your head to look at him fully, but wishing you didn’t.

“Lying to you? I’ve never fucking lied to you-“

“Your ex called me.” You cut him off, giving the door handle a pull, but he wasn’t budging.

His eyes narrowed and jaw clenched the second he heard that, and you did your best not to shy away from that strong, intense stare.

“What do you mean my ex called you?” He lowly muttered, his voice suddenly ten times deeper than before.

“Exactly what I just said. She called me. Told me you and her have been working things out the whole time you and me have been- doing whatever this shit is.”

“That’s a fucking lie.”

“If it’s a lie then why did she have my number in the first place, Tyler? If it’s a lie then why would she have your phone in order to get my number at all? It doesn’t sound like a fucking-“

“You know why, Y/n? I’ll tell you exactly why. Two weeks ago, she showed up to my door drunk off her fucking ass at four in the morning. I couldn’t get her to leave. She was so fucked up she couldn’t even talk straight. She ended up sleeping on my couch and I guess at some point she found my phone and went through it or something. I don’t fucking know, but she’s fucking lying to you!”

You took a moment to process everything he said, but it wasn’t fully sitting right with you. You took your hand off the door handle and crossed your arms over your chest, fully facing him. He picked up on your skepticism immediately and pulled out his phone.

“I told the guys about it. I can call them right now and they’ll tell you the same shit. I’m not lying to you, Y/n.”

“Of course your boys will take up for you. I’m not depending on them to give me the fucking truth, Tyler. I just find it hard to believe that your ex came over and crashed on your couch, and that’s all that happened. You always sleep with your phone next to you. I’ve already noticed that shit. That means she must’ve been in your room at some point, i’m not fucking stupid!”

“Yeah, obviously she must have snuck in and stole my phone when I was fucking sleeping!” He shouts, his voice echoing around you, but you try not to let that affect you.

“I didn’t do shit with her. When I woke up the next morning she was already gone. You know what I told her when she stumbled in and tried to get me to sleep with her? I told her I’m with someone and i’m not ruining what we have! Don’t believe me? call her right now i’ll fucking prove it!”

Your mouth clamped shut after that. It was hard not to believe him when he had eyes so convincing in the first place. You were stuck in that battle with your head and your heart again, and as you were doing your best to figure out what to say next, he just realized that you were no longer wearing his ring. The second noticed it, you saw his face drop immediately.

“I don’t know Tyler.” You shrug, defeated. “You have to understand that this is not an easy thing for me in the first place. You’re always hours and hours away from me and that alone is hard enough to deal with. Adding your ex calling me to say that this entire time, you’ve been trying to work things out with her while you’ve been with me, and apparently i’m not the only one? It’s- this is just too much for me.”

“Y/n, I’m not lying to you. I have multiple ways I can prove that, but I wish you’d just believe me. I haven’t given you a reason not to, have I? I’ve never lied to you once. Matter of fact-“

He pulls his phone back out and clicks on a few things before you hear the dial tones through the speaker. A voice answers on the second ring and you somewhat recognized it.

“Darius” Tyler says as he looks down at you to make sure you’re listening. “Remember when I told you about my ex showing up drunk a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah” Darius responded. “Why?”

“What did I tell you happened?” He asks as he starts stepping side to side on his feet.

“Uh- pretty sure you said she crashed on the couch and left before you woke up?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Well she told y/n another story and i’m just tryna get the facts straight.” he tells him as he anxiously runs his hand through his wild hair.

“What did she tell her?”

“That me and her have been together the whole time me and y/n have.” He grits his teeth, and you can’t help but start to believe him when he’s making the effort to prove it to you.

“Did you tell y/n that the girl is crazy?” Darius asked, and Tyler looked back at you with an expectant look on his face.

“Hopefully she sees that now.” He says. “Anyway i gotta go, i’ll see you wednesday.”

He hung up the phone and slid it back in his pocket, looking down at you with what seemed like hopeful, but worried eyes.

“I can call the other guys and even my dad if you still don’t believe me, y/n.” He shrugs, “But I swear to God I’m telling you the truth.”

You leaned back against the railing and dropped your head down. All the emotions started crashing into you the second a tiny bit of relief did.

He just stared at you for a moment before you heard him sigh and step off the porch, pulling out a black n mild from his pocket and sparking it. You watched him stare up at the sky as he blew the smoke above his head, and even though you were still fighting in internal battle, you knew all you wanted was to go inside with him.

“Where’s the ring?” He asked after a couple seconds, looking back at you.

“It’s in my car.” You muttered weakly.

There was another pause before he spoke again.

“Are you still going to give it back to me?”

That simple question held way too much weight for you to handle in that moment. You dropped your head back down to avoid his eyes and he simply watched you, holding onto the last little bit of hope that this wasn’t all coming to a bitter end.

“Y/n, if she would’ve shown up any time before you, I would’ve fucked her.” He shrugs, and your eyes snap to him immediately. “But now that I have you, that shit makes me sick to even think about. I’ll never jeopardize what we have for anybody. I don’t care how difficult the distance is or how bad it sucks that we don’t see each other hardly enough, cause when we do see each other, it’s so fucking worth the wait to me. I would be a fucking idiot if I ruined everything we have for any reason at all. I just wish you’d believe me. I wish you would’ve just called and talked to me first instead of believing my psycho ex girlfriend right off the bat.”

“If my ex called you and told you him and I have been seeing each other the whole time me and you have been together-“

“I would’ve asked you.” He shrugs easily. “Cause I trust you. I wouldn’t have believed him over you. I know you, y/n, and I thought you knew me too.”

You felt a new set of tears stinging your eyes and you couldn’t force them back any longer. Two slipped down your cheek and you had to turn away before he caught it, but it was too late. The first time he’s ever seen you fully cry and needless to say, it was breaking his heart. He put the cigar out and stepped back up on the porch, placing himself in front of you.

His arms instinctively wrapped around you and there was a slight pause before you caved and fell right into him, holding him back with every ounce of strength that you had while your tears soaked the fabric of his hoodie. He held you until you stopped crying, swaying side to side with you in his arms.

When you pulled apart, you noticed his eyes tinged red, but the worry was washed right out of them.

He ran his thumb over your cheek twice, his eyes roaming down to your neck for a split second.

“I don’t want you to give my ring back, but if it’s something you feel like you need to do, I respect your choice.”

Your heart won the battle against your mind, like it always ends up doing. You shook your head and wrapped both arms around the back of his neck before pulling him down to your lips.

In the midst of that heated embrace, he pulled back for a split second to look into your eyes, his thumb caressing your cheek again before he leaned back in and locked his lips with yours. He had three words on the tip of his tongue that he was dying to say for the first time, but the moment never seemed special enough.

It wasn’t until way later that night, when you only had two more hours until he had to leave and you were trying not to let that get the best of you both. You sitting on the hood of his car, staring up at the stars, and he was staring over at you.

“I don’t know if I ever told you this. But when I was younger, my grandma always told me the brightest star in the sky was my star. So every time I look up at them, I search for that one. And it’s… right over there.” You pointed, and he followed your hand to the particular star.

He was smiling when he looked back over at you, a rather relaxed look on his face considering the fact that he knew he was about to have to leave soon. His eyes glanced back down to your neck and he realized then that the ring was forgotten about by both of you, until then.

He slid off the hood of the car and walked over to yours, and you watched as he leaned in for a couple seconds and then came back out with the ring in one hand and the broken chain in the other one.

You watched as he approached you, holding the ring between two fingers out for you to take.

“I have another necklace inside I can put this on.” You tell him, but he just shakes his head and waits for you to take the ring, before he walks around to his door and grabs something from inside.

He shows you a little black box that he’s held onto for a little while now. He wanted to give it to you the next time he saw you, but he wanted to make the moment special.

You watch as he slowly opens the box, nervously eyeing you and your reaction when he reveals the silver necklace with a two conjoined hearts pendant.

“You can put it on this one.” He grins, you it was hard to form the words for you. All you could do was stare back at him in surprise with a giddy smile on your face.

He took the necklace out of the box and unclasped it before he took the ring and slipped the chain through it, then stepped behind you.

You gathered your hair and let him assemble the necklace, then felt his lips against the side of your neck afterwards.

“Want you to know how much you mean to me.” He muttered against you, placing a few lingering kisses between. “Don’t want you to ever think that there’s anyone out there who can ever change that, either. I want you, and only you, and I mean that.”

He stepped around you and his hands locked back in on your hips. His eyes were staring intently into yours as if he was trying to drive that point home. He wanted to make sure you believed him and everything he told you, and make sure you would from this point on.

“You don’t have to say it back, but I love you, Y/n. I know it’s only been a month and everything kind of happened fast with us from the start, but I wouldn’t change anything even if I could.”

You stared back at him in complete awe and he stared back at you with a million nerves wracking around within him, but it was all pleasantly soothed over when you leaned in and placed a series of soft kisses to his lips, pulling him as close as he could possibly get before you hummed against his lips, “I love you too.”

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