#I don’t normally catch anything that wouldn’t be on my team normally but I’m getting so much serotonin catching all the wildies that I see

[i-never-forgot]

So…I know I said I would finish the comic page next, but hEAR ME OUT—

I finally bought Violet :) I’ve got Gatito the Sprigatito (original, I know), Fresa the Tarountula, and Gawain the Ralts so far as I explore the zone on the way to the academy!

[heartkaji]

2O WOMEN VS 1 EGOIST !

bllk boys if they were in the videos by the sidemen + beta squad

includes: michael kaiser, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae

MICHAEL KAISER !

“kaiser, ask her if she’d let you put your balls in her jaw.”

isagi’s voice is only a static crackle through the ear piece speaker, but it’s more than enough to have kaiser gnashing teeth & wrinkling nose. it was taking everything in his power not to snap the headset between his fingers. kaiser wasn’t even sure why he had to do this ; fuck yoichi and fuck bastard münchen’s publicity team.

he tries for an exhale but his dignity accompanies it, “would you let me put my balls in your jaw ?”

you’re the third girl who’s sat with kaiser so far & fuck his heart is aching— you’re far too pretty for this, blood drenched cheeks & freckled nose & silver draped around your neck like rings of vined ivy. kaiser can’t help but wonder why a pretty thing like you is here seeking male validation in thigh highs & skimpy bralette. surely someone of your beauty would know better, no ?

“what ?”

you ask so sweetly, lashes fluttering as you blink hurriedly as if it’ll help you hear better. if you were actually somebody, michael kaiser would be almost embarrassed by now, but you’re only pink painted lips & syrupy sweet voice so kaiser clears his throat & swallows his pride. he parts his lips to repeat the query but a hiss in his ear interrupts him, “she didn’t hear you, say it a—“

kaiser snaps the headset between his fingers & tosses it somewhere behind him. “i said, can i take you out sometime ?”

ISAGI YOICHI !

“try to sit on her lap while she’s talking.”

“you lot can’t be serious.”

unfortunately for yoichi, hiori & kurona were dead serious. he picked at the earpiece as you babbled on about your ideal first date, teeth kissing as he plotted on how he’d sit himself between your thighs.

“— and i’m not trying to be different or anything, but i think dinner dates are rather boring. i’d rather go to an amusement park or—“

“same, honestly,” yoichi was a charmer with a voice heavier than tree sap. his baritone alone had your guts knotting & spilling. “rides are way more exciting, really get your adrenaline going huh ? and then at the end of the date you share a kiss on the ferris wheel. i fuck with that.”

you blink, flesh pinkening & blush crawling up your throat as your fingers play with your bag strap. yoichi thinks you’re cute. you’re a fucking doll really, a pretty little thing isagi has decided he likes staring at.

yoichi can’t help but tease your further, “you wouldn’t mind if i kissed you on a ferris wheel, right ?”

you bite your inner cheek & yoichi swears you’re the cutest thing in the world. as if rehearsed, you cross your legs, shoulders tucking as you straighten your spine,

“on the first date, isagi ? quite the manwhore aren’t you ?”

it catches him by surprise but also pulls him back to earth. he bites his tongue, “oh ? when would you let me kiss you then ?”

he gets off his seat as he speaks, striding towards you like it’s the most normal thing in the world. you choke on your tongue, “um, me ? on the first date is a bit too— isagi ? what are you—?”

he positions himself on your lap. “you were saying ?”

yoichi’s ear piece blares with booms of laughter. “nah this man’s not real ! man said—“

NAGI SEISHIRO !

“are you a magician ? because when i look at you, everyone else disappears.”

“next.”

this was the eighth girl nagi had rejected. each girl came in with a new pick up line, and to nagi, each one seemed to be worse than the last.

“nagi, you have to say yes to someone already. you’ve rejected almost every— don’t listen to chigiri, nagi ! you don’t have to say yes to any of these bitches—“

nagi was about mid eye roll when you walked in.

you were rose dappled cheeks & fluffy jacket upon crème tee. your eyes met the room before his, scanning the seemingly infinite white walls & high ceiling. you even did a little wave to the camera before taking your seat. cute

even then, your eyes settled everywhere except him.

“hi,” he broke you out of your trance.

“ah— hello !” you flash him a shy grin, dimpled cheeks & freckled nose. “i was supposed to say a pick up line, right ? are you french, because—“

“no, no, please don’t,” nagi interrupts. you’re a pretty thing, red bruised knee bouncing over the other as you tuck away a strand of hair. fuck, you’re like candy for the eye.

“you get a pass.”

“huh ? but my pick up line—“

“no need, it’s a yes from me.”

pretty pink lips bend into a pout & nagi is almost tempted to let you say your line, but he shudders at the thought of your incomplete statement. you nod a bow & show yourself out with another tiny wave to the camera. perhaps this game isn’t all that bad after all.

mid thought, nagi’s earpiece crackles to life. “nagi, why’d you say yes ?! what’s she got that—“

ITOSHI SAE !

“ask her if she’d get with a bisexual dude.”

“what ? stop it shidou he doesn’t like dudes. ask her if she—“

“how about i ask her to shut the fuck up?”

sae says it a bit too loudly so your eyes widen a bit before you seemingly shrink in on yourself. sae hadn’t actually meant it—he was only trying to put a stop to the squabbling in his ears but now your nose is red & you’re biting your lip like you’re about to cry.

truthfully, he doesn’t give a fuck.

but his PR team sure does. sae was live right now & his public image already wasn’t the prettiest. he’d also rather not receive yet another lecture from his manager.

“um, girl number nine ?”

the sound of a facepalm rattles in his earpiece. “isn’t she like, the fourth girl ?”

sae bites his bottom lip. you’re fidgeting with your nails & your breathing seems heavy & your eyes seem to be everywhere but his. you don’t even respond to his call. he sighs.

“that wasn’t meant for you, sorry.” he swallows. “you were talking about red flags in a relationship, right ?”

you seem to perk up—perhaps you thought he wasn’t listening ? you were going on & on but how could sae not pay you any mind when your voice seemed smoother than redwine & myrrh ?

“yes—yes i was ! um, what about you ? any red flags ?”

“when they’re too horny.” a damn-it ! blares through his ear piece.

you nod, “i get that. though honestly, i’m a bit of a freak myself.”

you say it like you didn’t just admit to being a professional dick sucker. “sae, ask her for her number—“

he taps a button & the humming in his ear ceases. “a freak, you say ? do elaborate.”

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, edit, translate or reupload

[strawbeerossi]

Dress

Pairing: Husband!Spencer x Wife!Reader

Description: When you’re getting ready for an event over at Rossi’s, you express how you feel you don’t look your best in the dress you had your heart set on. Spencer is gonna do his best to show you just how beautiful that you are.

Content/Warnings: Body image issues, full body kissing, oral (f receiving), praise, pet names, just some good love and fluffy sex.

Word Count: 1.9K

Kinktober Day One: Body Worship

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The dress looked so beautiful whenever you bought it. The black silhouette did good at hugging your frame, highlighting every dip and curve. Most people would’ve loved to wear a dress like this one, to steal all the attention of the night and feel nothing short of a beauty queen. It was elegant, a smooth velvet that showed poise. However, it didn’t really work out that way for you the more you looked at it without the presence of wine and the loving encouragement of your friends.

That’s why you found yourself standing in place, trying to smooth out what you deemed as imperfections that just wouldn’t go away. This was a nightmare.

“We are going to be late, my love.” Spencer called from his spot in the shared bedroom, looking in the standing mirror on the back of our door as he was fixing his tie. Formal events at Dave’s house were always a fun time. You’d actually managed to feel fancier than normal, the champagne and pleasant conversation adding onto that. You were also quite fond of the idea of socializing with some of the people who had known Dave or even the other members of the team at any step in their lives.

“I think I’m gonna have to pretend to be sick..” You sighed while making your way out of the bathroom, heels clicking against the wooden tile and catching Spencer’s attention. “Why would you pretend to be sick?” He asked, voice filled with concern as he was approaching you, his hands gently cupping your warm cheeks.

Now there are many answers that you could’ve come up with to deter from the overwhelming amount of insecurity festering inside of your mind and body from the dress that you so desperately needed to buy online. Marrying a profiler meant that he would be able to call you out on the lies.

You opted for honesty.

“I just..” Your eyes were trained on the mirror across the room. There was hatred for the sight looking back at you. In a way, it felt as if you were drowning in poor self esteem. Fuck this dress. Why did you have to pick one right off the rack without trying it on first? JJ told you that it was sleek, sexy. It felt the complete opposite. “I don’t like the way I look in this dress. I don’t have anything else to wear over to Dave’s house and I don’t know if I could show my face wearing this.”

There was no doubt that Emily, JJ, Tara and Penelope would be elegantly dressed with flattering attire that highlighted every positive about their bodies. While all having different body types, it was easy to see the beauty in each of them. They all had such well defined features, their bodies being sculpted from the finest stone. They were all four Persephone reincarnated.

Then there was you, the awkwardly shaped one who never felt like she fit in. Your hair wasn’t as nice as theirs, your teeth weren't as nice and perfect.. Sometimes you found yourself wondering why Spencer chose to marry you whenever he had such fine women on his team. The self deprecating thoughts were cut off by Spencer, a soft shushing sound leaving his lips. You’d been crying for a minute without realizing.

“I think,” He began while leaning forward to press his lips against yours. “That you look,” He continued on with his soft, sweet kisses as they moved to your jaw. “Absolutely,” His lips were soon on the flesh of your neck as he let his arms wrap around your waist. “Ravishing.” He finally finished, his hands running over your hips in an effort to soothe those wandering thoughts.

“You don’t believe me.” Spencer’s voice stayed steady, a frown forming on his face while you were blinking away a few tears.

“It’s okay, I will have to just show you just how beautiful you really are.” With his hands moving to the zipper of the dress, you could feel your cheeks heating up. “We are going to be late,” You spoke while letting your eyes fall shut as the wet kisses were slowly trailing down to your shoulders. “I think David would understand. Besides, I can promise you that it’ll be an all night affair.” He chuckled. Which, yeah.. That made sense. David Rossi could keep an event going all night if he truly wanted.

As the black dress pooled by your feet, you offered a shy smile as the kisses continued, your skin being filled with warmth from all of the love radiating off of Spencer’s lips from each kiss that was littered across the skin of your shoulders and collarbones. “Besides.. I’ve been punctual for the past fifteen years in every aspect. I think that I can be late just this once.” He chuckled, hands coming up to unclasp the black bra you’d picked out, letting it fall with the dress before he was lifting you in his arms, prompting you to let your arms to quickly wrap around his shoulders. “We shouldn’t take too long anyway.”

Your body hit the clean duvet when you were laid back on the bed, the cover still smelling of the sea breeze fabric softener that you’d become so obsessed with. Your husband’s lips continue to trail wet kisses across your skin, his hands running up your body as he was on his knees beside you. “You’re so beautiful, my love.” His words were soft, sweet. “Especially laid out like this for me.” You’d been nearly bare, panties separating your wet pussy from his loving gaze. His hands massaged the skin of your hips, lips littering more kisses around your chest area. “My perfect girl, I don’t know how a guy like me could be so lucky.” Love dripped onto your skin akin to the feeling of the bright sun shining against your skin on the hottest days. Your response came in the form of a soft breath, feeling his tongue flick over your right nipple.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, the male humming in delight as he could feel it hardening at the wet muscle massaging over it. He knew the sensitivity of your body, his hands kneading at the warm flesh of your breasts. You were reduced to soft moans, encouragement for more as your fingers tangled in the once neatly styled curls. “Fuck, Spence.” Your words were a melody to his ears, the male not always being so fond of partaking in swearing or really listening to it. However, whenever you did? He enjoyed it. That meant he was doing his job in the intimate positions that you both had found yourselves in.

Pulling off with a loud ‘pop’ filling the room, the honey colored irises were focused on your face, still contorted in pleasure as his hands were massaging your tits with his large hands. He repeated the same action with the opposite nipple, one hand dropping and his fingertips trailing down your skin, the goosebumps on your body standing at attention as his thumb was pressing against your clothed clit, hips wiggling in an effort for more.

Who was Spencer to deny his amazing wife the pleasure that she so desperately deserved?

Even if he didn’t want to, the male was detaching his mouth from your chest while his long fingers were hooking into the waistband of your panties. Your hips lifted out of instinct, body feeling hotter than ever as you were desperate to feel more of the touch you craved in the place that you needed it most.

After the panties were tossed somewhere behind him, the male let his hands carefully push your thighs apart, eyes focused on your slick cunt that looked more beautiful than he could put into words. His mouth was agape at the sight, those pretty honey eyes slowly disappearing in the black of his pupils.

“Fuck,” The swear was rare, yet hearing it fall from his voice in the dulcet tone never failed to surprise you.

“We’ve got twenty minutes before Dave starts calling,”Spencer spoke while glancing at the alarm clock, eyes falling on the mouthwatering sight nestled between your thighs. “So, think you can do it?”

The question was rhetorical. He knew by now how your body operated.

Before you could answer, his face was disappearing between your thighs, lips pressing kisses to your inner thighs as he sucked and nibbled at your skin. Leaving hickies between your legs was the best place, mainly because they were for his eyes only. It wasn't something unprofessional to where you couldn’t go to work without covering up. Less headache. The man was practical.

His tongue lapped over your clit as he was delving in, eyes fluttering shut. His favorite place had to be between your thighs. Stressful case? He’s licking and sucking your wet cunt from the safety of your hotel room. You want intimacy but he’s not in the mood for sex himself? He’s disappearing under the sheets.

He was intoxicated by your sweetness, drinking in every ounce of arousal that you were so happily giving him. His tongue ran alongside your velvety inner walls, your pussy spasming from the muscle that was darting in and out of you, having to alternate between your clit and your core.

Your hands were tangled in the now messy curls, your back arching off the mattress while the sounds of your moans and cries filled the room in addition to the suckling and groans coming from your husband, who was so focused on licking every inch of you.

You felt the familiar warmth deep in your stomach, a knot tightening inside of you as your pulsating walls were closing in on Spencer’s tongue. With your hands shoving his face deeper into your weeping pussy. “I’m gonna cum, Spence.” You panted out, eyes fluttering shut as your head tilted back against the pillow behind your head.You know that you couldn’t hold back any longer, your body giving every indication that it was ready to unleash a wave of ecstasy.

The man licking and sucking didn’t let up, his hands having to hold your hips down as your orgasm was building. The more you wiggled and thrashed, the more that he knew that it was coming.

“I-” You tried to get out, however that didn’t work out in your favor as a moan was chasing what was supposed to come out of your mouth. Your legs were shaking as you were finally hitting release, your nails digging into your husband’s scalp while your mouth was agape.

The warm muscle was licking and cleaning up your thighs before you were seeing your husband’s face again. His chin was wet and his hair was an absolute mess as he rubbed your thighs.

“Let's get you in that pretty dress and get to Rossi’s.” He breathed, letting his teeth playfully bite at your inner thigh before he was pushing himself up.

Which you didn’t argue, the post sex haze making it difficult to speak. Even after you were redressed and Spencer had his hair fixed once more, he was coming to wrap his arms around your waist as he noticed you in front of the mirror.

“Feeling better? Cause I promise that you are going to be the most gorgeous woman there, you’re gonna have all of Rossi’s friends flirting with you.” He mused, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as you let out an airy laugh.

“Let’s get going, hmm? I need my beauty queen to make me look good.” He offered his arm out to you as they linked together, his free hand on your arm as you both made your way downstairs.

[makethemhoesmad]

with you

@azzibuckets was today’s victim

paige

—

when i was dragged out of my dorm to some bar i recognized but always forgot the name of, i wasn’t expecting to catch the end of a women’s basketball game on a tv screen just as i was ordering my first drink. i wasn’t expecting the losing team to be my school, either. uconn wasn’t normally prone to losing games. something that didn’t surprise me, for the first time that night, was the star player on the team, paige bueckers, choking back tears. most people wouldn’t spot it. but me, i did. i did because a few months ago, it was my arms she ran into, my shoulder she cried on, when this happened. i wonder who’s there for her now.

i didn’t realize that in an hour or so, id learn that the answer was no one at all.

~

later, still nursing my second drink, my thoughts clouded with the image of the girl i shouldn’t care about, it took me a moment to notice how the energy in the bar had shifted. i only looked up when someone brushed against my arm, jostling my drink and nearly spilling it. they turn around, and i recognize them immediately. i’d know azzi fudd’s smile anywhere. 

“oh my god, i’m actually so sorry, i can get you a new one?”

i shake my head, grinning at her.

“nah, it’s okay, i was gonna head out soon anyway.

she nods, and starts to walk away, before turning back and pointing a finger at me accusingly. 

“wait. you’re that girl, aren’t you? paige’s ex.” 

i nod, tentatively.

“don’t leave yet.” she states, rushing off into the crowd. it almost makes me want to walk out with my dignity, but some small part of me makes me stay. 

i stay in my seat long enough that im about to leave, when a flash of blonde hair sits her ass in the seat next to me and just tucks her face into me neck.

“paige, baby, i can’t do this again.” i say. but after those words leave my mouth, and i feel her sniff against my neck and snake her arms around my waist, i know that there’s no way im not doing it again.

“please, just come home with me. we don’t gotta do nothing, i just need someone to hold me. no, not someone. i need you.”

and that’s all it takes.

“alright.” 

she jolts us both out of our seats and takes my hand, dragging me to her car. i wave briefly to my roommate, who gives me a nod and a knowing grin. 

i know paige’s car, almost like it’s my own. she opens the passenger door and ushers me in, before shutting my door for me and going to her own side. she’s still doing that shit. she says nothing as she drives, just reaches for my hand, allowing for me to feel her grip get a little tighter, a little more desperate as she gets closer to her apartment. even when we get there, even once we’re inside, she doesn’t talk. only once we’ve entered her room, and she’s shut the door, does she finally say,

“i’m sorry.” 

i don’t answer. instead, i sit on her bed and open my arms, letting her fall into them and curl her face into my chest. i feel when the tears start to fall, but as i rub her back, i feel them stop. she sits up, looking at me with red eyes and a runny nose, then starts to unbutton my pants. before i mention her earlier words, she says,

“not doing anything, ma. just wanna be comfortable.” 

i let her continue, watching as she strips us both to our bras, her boxers, and my panties. she pulls her covers back, and despite being taller than me, she intertwines our legs and cuddles into my side, her arms wrapped around me like she’s scared i’m gonna run away if she lets go. i stroke her hair, whispering, “i saw the end of that game baby, it’s okay to be upset.”

“it’s not okay,” she say, “it’s only okay when i’m with you.”

~

when i wake up, still tangled in her, blonde hair splayed on my ribcage, i realize that im the one that’s there for her. and if i let her take my clothes off, show me that she never forgot my body, and then when i take hers off, show her the same, then, well, i wouldn’t rather be with anyone els

[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort of Normal, Part 15

WC 1133, Masterpost

“Danny!”

“Lena, no,” Danny groaned. He let his bag slump off his shoulder as he turned to face them. “Lena. It’s Friday. I have been in meetings for the last three days. I have plans. I am actively leaving the building. Lena. Why are you stopping me, Lena?”

Lena held their tablet up, covering up the lower half of their face. Their dangerously large doe eyes looked over the top of it. “I just have one last thing!”

“Is it an emergency?”

They rolled their eyes. “Do you hear any alarms?”

“If I don’t deal with it until Monday and an emergency happens, are people going to be out of supplies they need to deal with said emergency?”

“No,” Lena huffed.

“Then can it please wait until Monday, Lena? Please? I’m begging you. I don’t want to have to get down on my knees, but I will,” Danny said. “Oh great now more of you are here. Please tell me you don’t all have things you need from me? Why are you smiling like that? If this is a mind control thing just thrown me tied up in my office and let me at least sleep under my desk.”

“You’ve been hanging out with the heroes too much Danny,” Greg said with a laugh from where he leaned on the bright green partition of his cubical. “You’ve picked up on their dramatics.”

“No, I’m just used to the crazy now and this,” he said, motioning to his gathering underlings (HR wouldn’t let him call them minions anymore), “is suspicious.”

“Well if you feel that way, we don’t have to give your gift,” Lena said.

Danny perked up a little. “Gift? Wait, gift?”

Hamid snorted. “Of course he pays attention when gift is mentioned. Danny, someone could catch you with a piece of cake under a cardboard box.”

Danny flapped a hand in Hamid’s direction. “Hush. But why gift? You all don’t have to get me anything.”

“Of course we did!” Lena said. “It’s your one year being the boss man, Boss!”

That made Danny pause. It couldn’t be, could it? Had he really been working as leadership in the Justice League Response Team for a year now? It felt like yesterday still when he had been moving to Central City.

“I think we broke him,” Hamid whispered loudly.

“I just can’t believe it’s been that long,” Danny said honestly.

“Well it has been, so here,” Lena said. They grabbed a tissue wrapped bundle and handed it over.

Danny unwrapped it carefully, aware he was grinning stupidly and not carrying to stop it. It was really sweet of his team. “I couldn’t have made a year without you all.”

“We know,” Greg said, which made Danny laugh.

When the paper was finally discarded, Danny was holding a mug that said ‘You’re the Best Boss’ with the word ‘best’ scratched out. Stuffed inside the mug were floppy Titan figures wrapped with fake bandages. “You’re all jerks, I love it. I’m taking a picture and sending it to the Titans. Nightwing’s little broken leg is inspired.”

“Thank you,” Lena said proudly. They waited for Danny to snap the picture before taking the mug away. “Now you go. I’ll put this on your desk for you.”

“Thank you, really, you’re all the best.”

“We know,” all three of the coursed as Danny headed out the door with a wave.

-

“I can’t believe they broke mini me’s leg!” Dick wined when Danny got back to his and Wally’s department.

“Of course they broken your leg with all the stunts you pull,” Victor said as he flicked the cap off a beer with his thumb. “Wait, that sounded wrong. It’s not like those were voodoo dolls or anything. Right…?”

Danny laughed hung up his work bag and keys on the hooks by the door. “Greg is right, you’re all paranoid and I’m around you way too much for it to be rubbing off on me.”

“Really only Wally rubs off on y—” Garfield started only to get a face full of pillow tossed by Donna. It sent Gar right over the couch back he had been perched on.

“No one needs to hear that,” she said.

“You’re just jealous Wally has a hot boyfriend,” Gar said.

The couch shifted a little before a green cat popped out from under the front of it. Danny picked Gar up as he passed, setting him back on the couch.

“I am not the hot boyfriend,” Danny said.

“Yes you are.”

“Right.”

“Dude.”

Victor just snorted.

“Wally,” Danny called out. “Our friends are being weird. Did you all get a collective head injury or something?”

“Our friends are always weird, babe,” Wally called back from either the bedroom or the office.

“Yes, but this is extra weird.”

There was a pause then Wally appeared with the monstrosity that was the current Uno set up. It now included a board and six different dice. “Okay, what’s extra weird?”

“That they think I’m the hot boyfriend.”

“Danny, babe,” Wally said. He leveled Danny with a look. “You are the hot boyfriend.”

“Collective head injury, all of you!” Danny said, throwing his hands up.

Wally just laughed, the bastard, and set the game box down so that he could pull Danny into his arms. “Accept it, you’re hot.”

“No,” Danny said, purposefully pouting.

“So hot,” Wally insisted before leaning in to kiss Danny.

Gar whistled while Victor made a fake gagging sound. The kiss broke as Danny laughed at being hit with a pillow.

“Okay, okay. I’m going to go change out of my work clothes. Is food ordered?” Danny asked as he dragged himself out of Wally’s arms.

“Indian. An absolute feast too,” Wally said, reluctantly letting Danny go.

“Good, I’m starving.” Danny headed for their bedroom, shucking off his clothing as soon as the door was closed. He hated meetings where people expected him to wear suits. It was a relief to change into jeans and a comfortable t-shirt.

“…wait till the others are here?” Dick was saying to Wally when Danny opened the door.

“I know we should, just…”

“Wait for what?” Danny asked.

It was a little startling how both their heads jerked up to look at Danny.

“Um, just explaining the Uno rules! You know?” Wally said with a nervous laugh. “Not all of them have played this version, yeah?”

Danny raised a brow, spotting the lie easily but not knowing what it was about. It was usually safer to not get between Wally and Dick plotting something though. “Right… pass me a cider?”

“Sure, babe!” Wally said with far too much perkiness.

Danny had just accepted the uncapped cider when suddenly the room was filled with a screaming alert. From the volume that wasn’t just one communicator.

That was everyone’s.

---

AN: I managed to shake out some words! I'm not actually sure of the pacing of this one, but I won't know till I write the next part! There's a chance this might get more added to it. We'll see! I wonder what Dick and Wally were talking about??

Stay delightful, darlings!

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[lostdreamr-blog1]

Roadside Assistance

Summary: When you breakdown on the side of the road and only one pilot seems to answer the phone.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: Some minor swear words, lots of fluff ahead.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: So sorry I’ve been MIA. But tomorrow is my birthday and I thought I would all gift you with one of my WIP’s! Hoping to be writing again more regularly! As always, my inbox is open for you. Thanks for reading!!

Your car made a noise you didn’t even know was possible to make. While that might have seemed a tad concerning, you didn’t give it much thought as your car still drove fine. Yeah, there might have been a few lights on the dashboard, but you viewed them more as suggestions to do something later.

You happily continued towards your destination, singing along to a song on the radio, when your car decided to stop working. The entire machine seemed to shut off, causing panic to rise up. It was kind enough to at least give you enough momentum to pull off to the side of the road.

A few choice words spilled out of your mouth as you tried and failed to restart your car. You looked up and saw you were in the middle of nowhere, stranded midday in the California heat.

A sensible thing would have been to call a tow truck, but something about being stuck in a vehicle with a stranger didn’t sit right with you. So, you did the next best thing and started calling your teammates to see if one of them would be kind enough to come and save you.

You started with Rooster and prayed your mustached friend was by his phone. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as you were met with his voicemail. The same went for nearly every other person on your team until you were left with one number.

You couldn’t exactly fault them. It was the team’s one Saturday off and everyone was taking advantage of it. Something you were in the middle of doing until your car decided it wanted to be dramatic today.

The thought to take your chances with a tow truck came back up as you debated on calling the last number. Even if he did answer, you know you would never hear the end of it.

Who knew how close the nearest shop was and thinking about either trying to make small talk with a stranger or being stuck in an awkward silence, sent shivers down your spine. So, you dialed the number and prayed he wasn’t in his normal, annoying mood.

“Seresin.” He answered on the second ring, catching you completely off guard at the quickness of it.

“Umm, hi. Yeah, it’s me. Look I wouldn’t be calling unless it was a near emergency, and it seems like no one has a phone today. But I’m stuck on the side of the road and need someone to come get me.” You tapped your fingers nervously on the steering wheel as you quickly explained what was going on.

“Side of the road? Are you okay? What happened?” The urgency in his voice made you freeze. Hangman didn’t care about anything but the brand of hair gel he uses. Which led to you asking, “Are you drunk?”

An exasperated sigh was your answer. “No, Y/N. I’m as sober as a judge. No can you tell me what’s going on?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the saying but answered him anyway. “My car broke down on the way to this beach and it won’t start.”

There was a long pause, “And you called me?” You threw your hands up in the air, knowing he couldn’t see your reaction.

“As I previously stated, no one else answered. I also don’t want to call a tow truck for personal reasons. Can you help or do I need to start walking?” You tried not to sound irritated at him, but the heat was starting to get to you.

“Yeah, not a problem. Send me your location and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Are your hazard lights on?” You looked down at your car and started trying to find them.

“Uh, yeah.” You didn’t miss the chuckle on the other end of the line, letting you know he caught your lie.

“I’ll be there shortly. Don’t get out of your car until I get there.” You gave him a hum in response and hung up. After a few more minutes of searching, you held your fist up in victory as you found your hazard lights.

It didn’t take too long for your teammate to pull up behind you and you hoped that whatever the problem was, he could fix it quickly. You got out of your car to greet him, and he took his aviators off and looked you over, making sure you were still in one piece.

“You good?” There he went again, asking about your well-being. The jet fumes must be getting to him.

“Yeah, just hot.” You looked away before you saw his smirk at your response

He walked over and reached inside your car to pop the hood. “What happened before it died?”

You thought about imitating the noise it made but thought better of it. Lord knows you would only sound like a dying animal. “It made a weird sound and the died a few minutes after.”

He didn’t ask any other questions until he bent over the front of your car. “When was your last oil change?”

You went to answer him, but he took off his shirt, successfully distracting you for the moment. All the guys in the Navy were in shape, but Jake seemed like he was sculpted from the Gods.

A snapping of fingers brought you out of your daze. “Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You shook your head at your obvious misstep in stroking his ego. And his ever-present smirk was the cherry on top.

“I can’t remember. Maybe before my last deployment.” Your eyes followed him as he bent back over, using his shirt to unscrew something. You didn’t miss the way his bicep flexed at the movements or the sweat slowly dripping down his back. It was hot outside, but not lord not this hot.

You had to physically turn around to stop ogling the man before he caught you again. Hangman didn’t need to know you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, just like every other girl in this world.

He pulled his head out from under the hood and smirked at you. “You don’t know a single thing about cars, do you?”

Although his looks might have nice on the eyes, it was comments like that that pulled you back to reality. “I’m a pilot. I don’t need to know about cars.” Your answer seemed to amuse him more as he shook his head and chuckled.

You thought about your decision to not call the tow truck and mentally slapped yourself. “I don’t see how my lack of knowledge is funny.”

He wiped his hands off on his shirt and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just funny that one of the best pilots in the US can work on an F-18 like it’s nothing, but a simple car engine is out of your depths.”

When he said it out loud you knew it sounded bad. “I’m sorry I’m your typical girl and don’t care about cars.”

He shut the hood of your car and stepped towards you, “Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you. But you are far from your typical girl. As for your car, it’s gonna cost you.”

You looked over at the dead piece of scrap metal and asked, “What will? The car or you?”

That question had him throwing his head back and laughing. “As much as I would love to cash in whatever your mind went to, I meant the car. The transmission is blown.”

A person didn’t have to know much about cars to know that a blown transmission was a near death sentence for both your bank account and the car itself. You didn’t know if it was the heat or the situation itself, but you could feel your anger start to bubble to the surface.

Jake must have seen it too and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, no need to worry. We will get the car towed and I know a guy in the area that can give you a good deal. It’ll be fixed by the end of this mission. Sound okay?”

You nodded your head and let him lead you to his truck. He turned on the A/C and told you to sit tight. The cool air on your face had never in your life felt as good as it did in this moment. He walked back out to your car, and you leaned your head back on the seat and closed your eyes. The one Saturday you have off and it’s spent on the side of the damn road.

A noise had you opening your eyes and you saw the dreaded tow truck start loading your car up. You made a move to get out, but Jake held a hand up telling you to stay in the car. You don’t thank this man for much, but in this moment, he was your god damn savoir.

Before too long, Jake got back in the truck and started driving like he didn’t just send your car off to be slaughtered. Before you could dwell too much on that, you realized the two of you were headed the opposite way of the base.

“Where are we going?”

“Well Darlin’, seeming that neither of us got to spend this day like we originally planned, I figured I’d go buy you a drink.” He was casually holding the steering wheel with one hand while the other rested on the center console. Not looking like he had a care in the world.

“You want to buy me a drink? Me?” You thought about the way you treated him at base and couldn’t fathom why he of all people would go out of their way to buy you a drink. He always acted like he was better than everyone else and you were the constant reminder that he wasn’t.

“Why do you find that so hard to believe? Can’t I take a pretty girl like yourself out?” He tossed you a Hollywood smile. One that got every single girl he talked to, to drop their pants for him. Which is why you said what you did next.

“Yeah, I’m not doing this. Pull over so I can get out and walk.” You took off your seatbelt, just for him to reach over and buckle you back in.

“That. That right there is why I want to take you out. You are the one girl who I know won’t take anyone’s shit. Do you know how hard I’ve tried to get you to even think about spending a minute with me outside of work? Hell, I’ve never in my life tried so hard for a girl to notice me. It took you breaking down on the side of the road with zero other options but for you to call me. So yes, sweetheart. I’m going to take advantage of you being hostage in my truck and buy you a drink.”

You opened your mouth just to shut it, not knowing how to respond to that. Your mind was reeling, trying to put together pieces you didn’t know went to the same puzzle. Jake had been around you more recently, but you thought it had to do with him trying to beat you out of a spot for this mission. Not that he might actually have feelings for you.

Had you been this narrow minded the entire time?

“Still with me?” The southern drawl of a voice snapped you out of your downward spiral. You glanced over at him and saw he was studying your reaction. The casual demeanor was now gone as his fingers tapped along the steering wheel. Was the all mighty Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin nervous?

“Why not simply ask me out? Ever think of that option?” You watched in amusement as he turned to face the road again, clearly thinking over what you just said. Going from nervous to downright frustrated was two things you didn’t get to see from him often. And it sounded a little cruel, but you loved it.

“It was that easy? This whole time it was that easy?” He looked to you in what seemed like complete exasperation, and you nodded your head.

“With all the praise you gave me earlier about not being like every other girl, yeah it was that simple. I’m not as complicated as you make me out to be. Flowers would’ve been nice though.” You gave him a smirk, just like the one he tortured you with day in and day out.  

He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled. “Well alright then. Y/N, would you do me the honors in letting me buy you a drink?”

You tried to hide the blush that crept up onto your face by turning to look out the window. “Seeing that you have already kidnapped me, I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

His snort had you turning back around and smiling. “Thank you for helping me with my car. Who knows how long I would’ve been stranded on the side of the road.”

He grabbed your hand and squeezed, “No one else I would cancel plans for.”

You froze as you processed his words. “What do you mean by canceled?”

The smirk was back as he said, “I was headed out with Coyote and a few of the other guys. So, with us being gone this long I think it’s safe to assume they know what’s going on.”

You sank back into the seat and shook your head. “I take it back. I’ll walk home from here.”   

A/N: Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you so so much for reading!!!

[from-izzy]

dance routine | riize jung sungchan

“This isn’t part of the dance routine, bubs,” he managed to comment when you pulled away slightly.

pairing » riize jung sungchan x fem!reader​

trope/au » ​non-idol au!, university au!, established relationship

genre » just fluffy vibes here!!, you're both very in love with each other (and it's cute), dance team leader sungchan who teaches you his choreography that he made with shotaro hehe, flirty sungchan who loves to kiss you, also shy sungchan

word count; estimated reading time » 1271; ~5 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » from my understanding, other than not being proofread, none!!

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

i was studying and i couldn't get this scenario (nor sungchan) out of my head and so here we are!! i think this fits sungchan so cutely and nicely 🥺 (and again, i just needed to write for him 🥹)

how is it literally only the start of uni and i'm already stressed-

Personally, you wouldn’t call yourself clumsy. 

You would like to believe that you trip over the stairs, rock, or the air a normal amount of times, just like everyone else. You would like to believe that the number of times you had a pout on your face and the automatic jut of your lower lip as you spin back around to tell off whatever it could’ve made you faceplant is a normal amount just like everyone else.

That is not what your boyfriend thinks though. In fact, seeing him, you’re slowly believing his words that you are clumsier than most people, but you would never tell him that. Jung Sungchan is friends with everyone and everything around him. The ground seemingly smoothens itself out whenever he walks by and suddenly creates lumps and bumps whenever you walk the same path; not that you would like to admit. 

He probably just has superior balancing skills because what do you mean he still managed to save himself on that one rare occasion when he did trip over a little ledge when carrying a bunch of books in his arms? You remember the shocked look on his face a few metres away when you saw him walking towards you. It turned out that you were more worried than he was because, in the next second, he crouched down to stack the book on the ground, hushing your worries with a kiss. 

Sungchan tilts your head to meet his lips comfortably and you can feel the wide stretch of his lips by the first second of his touch. “I’m okay,” he reassured you as his thumbs provided soothing glides across your cheeks. “How’s my girl today?” And he’s extremely good at changing the subject. 

Later on, he admitted that he was close to facing the surface of the Earth because he saw you way from the distance, increasing his pace and steps to the point that he didn’t pay close attention to his surroundings. You remember reprimanding him by text for that as well as kissing you in the middle of nowhere as you couldn’t reprimand the object that almost hurt your boyfriend.

Today, you managed to convince your boyfriend to teach you one of the dance routines that he choreographed for his university’s dance club. As the leader of the club, he earned a lot of trust from the rest of the team, including making the new routine for the upcoming competitions. Sungchan is good at what he does though and so is his best friend, Shotaro, together making a substantial amount only a few days after the first meeting of the team. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he sighed as soon as he keys in and enters the dance room with your hand in his. “Remember how you got hurt after you tried to learn my other dance from your recording?”

“I won’t!” Yet the way Sungchan raised his eyebrows shows that he didn’t trust your words, “I’ll be okay,” you pulled your boyfriend closer by your intertwined hands. Your hand leaves his and Sungchan tries to chase your warmth back to his. He couldn’t catch you though because your hands chose to ease into his warmth by his jawline, pulling his slowly blushing face closer to yours. Fluttering your eyes close, you take his lips between yours momentarily, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

“This isn’t part of the dance routine, bubs,” he managed to comment when you pulled away slightly. His comment didn’t mean that he wanted to let you go but rather an invitation to keep you close to his. A palm lands on his waist, carefully stroking the side of your body as Sungchan makes you shudder in his hold. He feels the way he affected you from your stuttering breath, “How about we ditch the dance routine and you let me kiss you all day instead?”

Your neck started to warm up from his comment and it wasn’t long until it reached your face. A soft thud lands on his chest along that time and he could only let out a mischievous chuckle at your flustered state. 

“Stop flirting with me!” 

“Stop being such a good kisser then!”

You two couldn’t help but bicker for a while more before you finally set your belongings down in the corner of the room. Sungchan finally gave up on convincing you to do anything else other than him being your dance teacher for a while and he finally connected his device to the speaker, setting the volume appropriately so that you could still hear his voice over the blasting music. Warming up first to the music, you relax the tension around your body, heart beating according to the rhythm, even though you missed some as it jumps a few due to Sungchan’s fond expression on you. There was no way to avoid that gaze, nor do you ever want it to. So, you mirrored his expression to him, and your heart skipped a few more beats at how he didn’t look away.

During the lesson, saying that Sungchan is a good teacher is an understatement. You can see why the team didn’t limit him to just the leader position. He’s also very patient and pays great attention to detail. Perhaps it’s his experience and his knowledge of the well made routine, either way, you enjoy the fact that he’s teaching you the steps according to your pace. 

“Got it?” He asked as he rewinds the music to the start. “I’ll play it at normal speed now?” 

Up for the challenge, you nod determinedly to the mirror. “I can do this,” shaking your limbs to rid of your nervousness.

And did it, you did. Since the routine was second nature to him, it allowed your boyfriend to focus on your moves from the mirror. Every movement you make is filled with confidence, smoothly stepping away from the centre tape on the wood and back when you need to. You made it from the start of his lesson to the final step in synchronisation with Sungchan next to you. What’s most important to him is the fact that you didn’t get injured. Not a single scratch, accidental wrong landing, or dizziness that could have potentially led to a physical injury. The proud claps he serenades you shortly earn him a side bear hug from you.

“You did amazing,” he takes out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat off your forehead. You let him do so, giggling with how he goes back a few times to the same places despite knowing it’s all clear.

“See? Didn’t get hurt at all.” You press the tip of your nose to his, landing back on your feet before leaning in once again to press a proper kiss. “Thank you for teaching me.”

His eyes grow wide at the playful gesture, his eyes trained on your radiant smile with your achievement. A hand rises to cover his growing blush, covering up his shyness with a couple of coughs to clear his throat. 

“Y-You owe me now…” Sungchan murmurs under his breath, tips playing with the damp parts of his front bangs.

“Ok!” Shrugging your shoulders as additional information that you don’t mind, “What is it?”

Suddenly, Sungchan’s shy demeanour fades and despite your body still not fully dry from your hard work, he didn’t mind snaking an arm around your waist, his palm resting on your lower back. Confidently, he rested his forehead on yours and replicated the touch of your noses together. 

“What I suggested before you danced perfectly with me.”

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

tags: @k-labels 💙🤍 @k-films 🤎🎞️ @kflixnet 📺🍿 @starlit-network 🌌⭐

[the-guilty-writer]

Perfect Anyway

Request from anon: ‘you flinched’ with Reid x Reader plsss

Spencer Reid x GN!reader

Summary: Wounds don’t always heal perfect, but Spencer makes sure you know just how perfect you are.

A/N: Thank you for the request! This could be platonic or romantic depending on how you read it. I hope you like it either way!

CW: reader is held by an unsub, gunshots, cuts and scars, Spencer helps reader change their bandages because its is my favorite display of affection in fiction whether it’s platonic or romantic

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You looked down at the crime scene photos in front of you, hoping to find a pattern. There were a few you had already spotted- the victims were all high risk, all dumped in similar locations, and the killer used the same method every time.

Having worked at the BAU for over a year now, you were used to seeing these types of things. Photos of bodies, detailed files on murders, and horrifying signatures weren’t accompanied by the same churn in your stomach that you’d had during your first few cases. Everyone on the team had been upfront about how working this job could cause you to become desensitized to the worst of humanity- and how that sometimes felt as if you were being deprived of a bit of your humanity as well.

But this case brought all your humanity back to you as you saw a pattern you couldn’t ignore- all of the victims looked like you. From their hair color and skin tone, all the way down to body shape, you fit the unsubs type like a glove. Victim type, of course, was one of the first things the team identified when the case came in, but no one on the team had the courage to verbalize that all the victims looked as though they could be related to you.

It was well known throughout the team that you weren’t an easy person to spook, but the steady rhythm of your heart was beginning to speed and sputter. Adrenaline pitched you forward in your seat and you had to catch yourself from biting at your nails or twirling your pen.

“(Y/L/N),” Hotch said. “When I say that the entire team needs to go to the hotel and get some sleep, that means you too.”

“Yes, sir,” you said. “I’ll clean up and be right out.”

“Don’t keep us waiting too long,” he warned. It was a fair warning- if he hadn’t come to get you, you probably would have been staring at the photos all night trying to piece something together. You gathered your files and shoved them in your bag, taking one last long look at the evidence board.

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice came from behind you, causing you to jump and turn.

Yeah, this case was definitely spooking you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the officer said. He was taller than you and buffer than you, but his face and haircut showed his young age. “I just wanted to know if you have found anything yet. I’m just a beat cop, so they don’t tell me anything.”

He approached you slowly and easily, so slow and easy that if you weren’t a profiler you probably wouldn’t have noticed. You felt the pressure of his nearness and his gaze coming down on you.

“Nothing yet,” you said, though that wasn’t true. Over half the profile was finished, but there was a small voice in your head telling you that something wasn’t right about the situation happening. “Sorry. Hopefully the team will have something by tomorrow. Goodnight.”

You turned to leave no faster than you normally would so as not to cause suspicion- so far everything the unsub did was controlled and organized with no sign of falling into disevolution any time soon. Even if the officer was the unsub he wouldn’t dare stray from that control unless he was in the position where his psyche would snap.

And it did.

He seized you from behind, bringing a knife towards your throat to control you. With the other hand he yanked your gun from its holster and tossed it away, though you wouldn’t have been able to grab it anyways. You yelped as the blade grazed your skin just enough to draw blood from a cut across your collarbone.

“I’ve been sitting here all day,” the man whispered in your ear, his breath hot on the side of your face. You wanted to turn away from him, but the knife pressed against your throat kept your head still. “I’ve been watching you work… going over those photos again and again. I didn’t know whether you were testing me or whether it was a gift to see such a beautiful specimen examine the art I would turn it into.” He caressed your face. “The other ones weren’t so lucky.”

“Drop the knife.” You had never been so damn thankful that your boss was a stickler for punctuality. Hotch stood in front of you, gun drawn. Reid was next to him, his revolver in his hand as he slowly moved around so they had the unsub trapped at two angles.

Hotch moved forward. “You heard me,” he said sternly. “Drop the knife and let Agent (Y/L/N) go. You’re not getting out of this.”

“But I’d get to see them.” The hand that the unsub was holding the knife in was shaking now, causing the blade to bite into your skin. Hot blood ran from the cut it was creating. You only hoped now that you’d live long enough for that cut to become a scar. “I’d get to see them as artwork one last time.”

“They’re already artwork,” Reid said. You gazed towards him, but his eyes were locked on the unsub. “You see- there’s already blood drawn on their collar. Look.”

The unsub looked down at the shallow cut that he never intended to make, but was a result of his haste.

 Reid made eye contact with you as if he was trying to silently communicate something. “They aren’t a blank canvas anymore. You can’t make them look perfect.” He looked back at the unsub. “You messed up.”

In the shock of the statement the unsub faltered in his hold on you. You slipped sideways out of his grasp and fell to the floor.

There were one, two, three shots and a body hit the floor behind you.

You scrambled to get away from the unsub, even though he was dead, needing to get as far away from him as possible. Suddenly someone else was grabbing you. You went to pull away but-

“(Y/N)- (Y/N) it’s me.” The softness of Reid’s voice helped calm you and turned to look into his hazel eyes. They were wide with worry and concern.

You threw your arms around him, pulling him against you as you felt your body shake with the fear that paralyzed it before. Reid held you tight, rubbing a gentle hand on your back to soothe your nerves. “You’re safe (Y/N). You’re safe.”

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You got on the jet the next morning and opted to sit alone on the couch instead of at the table with the others. There were bandages over the cuts on your skin. They didn’t hurt, but they needed to be re-dressed with cream and fresh gauze every few hours to promote proper healing. Hopefully, they would scar over into thin lines, just a shade lighter than your skin, hardly noticeable unless you knew they were there- but the chance of the skin healing darker, or with wrinkling, or bulging was far higher.

The clatter of something hitting the floor caused you to flinch away from the sound, looking up from the book you were reading in an attempt to distract yourself. Rossi’s pen had rolled off the table. He leaned over and grabbed it without a second thought, but someone was looking at you.

It was Reid.

You averted your eyes from him and back towards your book, but it was too late- he had already seen that your shell had a crack. He walked over to you, his gait long and lanky as always.

“I thought you were playing cards.” You glanced at him.

“You looked like you could use some company,” he said.

“I’m fine, Reid.”

“You flinched.”

The pause that filled the air wasn’t any more still or any more quiet than how the jet was before, but it felt like it.

“And I came to remind you to change your bandages.” He changed the topic, breaking the tension.

“If it’s a few hours late it won’t kill me,” you said back, trying not to look up at him. “I need a bigger mirror than the one in the bathroom anyways.”

“I can do it,” he said. You didn’t even have time to argue before he was opening your bag and pulling all the supplies out. He carefully removed the old bandages and pulled wipes out to clean the sites. “I didn’t mean it, you know.” He pulled an alcohol wipe from a disposable packet and began to carefully sterilize your wounds.

“Didn’t mean what?”

“The thing about you not looking perfect.”

You snorted. “It was true for the unsub. And it’s true now. These could scar over really ugly.”

“Or they could scar over beautiful.” He carefully dabbed healing cream over the site.

“And if they don’t?”

Spencer placed a clean bandage on top of the dressing before looking you in the eye. “You’ll look perfect, anyways.”

[hockeybabe]

hiiii, could you write something for protective matthew knies :))

My Girl || M.Knies

Not my Gif

Pairings: Matthew Knies x gf!reader

Summary: at a club Matthew notices some of his teammates getting a little too close to you for his liking.

Warnings: drinking, both over 21, swearing, jealous matt, matt got some anger issues, suggestive content.

Word count: 696

Note: matt would be so protective especially since he is one of the youngest. also please send in more requests <3

It was nighttime, and the Leafs had won one of their games. It was a normal occasion to party hard after a win. Especially when making the second round for the first time in over nineteen years and fifty-six years since they won the cup. Matthew was part of the first round but got injured. Now that he was healed, the team wanted to party with everyone.

It broke your heart when Matt was told that he wouldn’t be able to play. He loved the game and wanted to go farther with his team, but things just got in his way. You were over the moon when John invited you guys, but Matthew still had doubts, and he also told you that he wouldn’t be drinking.

Matt, stop pouting; they wanted you here, you know, as a team." You said for the hundredth time. "It just doesn’t feel right. I mean, my fucking injury got in-" You placed your finger on Matt’s lips, shushing him. "We are going to go to this club, have a great time, and go home and remember what a great time it was. Got it?" You said with a pointed look.

Matt raised his hand in surrender; he knew better than to upset you at a good event. The cab had come to a stop, stopping right outside the destination. "Can't back out now." You said, smirking at him walking out and giving the driver the right amount of money. Matt grunted behind your back, not liking how your behaviour changed from snapping at him to suggestive faces and comments.

You make it to the front door, waiting for Matt to catch up. "Don’t try anything." He whispered into your ear, pretending to bite it. You shiver as Matt opens the door, waiting for you to enter. Feeling confident, you walked ahead of him, swaying your hips and feeling Matt’s eye watch you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, watching as you ordered a drink.

Matt was now thankful he came because he got to watch his sexy ass girlfriend act like she was the dominant figure in the relationship. At the bar, you were met by Michael Bunting; he was older than you and Matt but always acted like he was younger. "How’s it going, Y/n?" Michael asked, taking a sip of his glass of bourbon.

"I’m great, Michael." You said it quickly, staring at Matt as he talked to Mitch and Auston. Matt watched you intently with a beer in hand. You knew that Michael wouldn’t try anything unless you wanted his help, and at this point, you were contemplating it. "Tryin' to make Matty boy jealous, aren't you?" Michael asked, smirking. You scoffed, "Maybe." You answered him.

"What do I gotta do?" He asked, looking down at you. You gave him a look because Michael had helped you do stuff like this before. "Don’t be an asshole." You said, looking up at him as he leaned in to whisper gibberish into your ear. Matt, on the other hand, had a tight grip on his glass while watching you two talk in a seductive way.

Matt didn’t like the close proximity between you two. "Go get your girl, Bud." Mitch said snapping Matt out of it. "You look like you're about to kill your teammate. Go." Mitch ordered after looking at Matt’s confused face. Yeah, I’ll be back." Matt responded, placing his glass down and walking towards you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Matt stalk towards you with a scowl on his face. "A Little close, aren’t you?" Matt said from behind, wrapping his hand around your waist. "We’re just talking." Michael said, taking a few steps back. "Go talk to a non-taken woman." Matt ordered. You watched as Michael's reaction changed from calm to ‘I’m going to punch him’ really quickly.

"You know what, Michael, we’re gonna go. It was nice talking to you about Matt. I’ll see you around." You said pulling Matt away from his older teammate. Matt sighed and frowned "Now I’m the asshole." Matt mumbled. You laughed as you two headed to the exit. "Good luck in practice."

[fleurywiththesave]

↻ chapter 22

Eight hundred years later, I'm finally trying to tackle some of the prompts that have been languishing in my inbox. If you sent me one and have long since forgotten about it, I hope that seeing it answered will be a pleasant surprise!

↻ FLIP FLOP:send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV! (for this prompt: the team finds out mattdrai are a couple when bowie sees matthew and runs to him from across the room)

Matthew thinks they’ve been doing a bang-up job of keeping things under wraps. They snuck out of hotels instead of using curfew exemptions in each other’s cities all season. They’ve been careful not to post any revealing locations on social media during the summer. And now Matthew has absolutely nailed not spending the entirety of Biosteel ogling Leon, no matter how much he looks like a decidedly NSFW Instagram reel pouring water over his head after a workout. Or just, you know, stretching.

Leon gets to the party first. He’ll say it’s because Matthew is always late, but it’s actually because Matthew is the only one who put any effort into his appearance tonight. Leon wouldn’t know a leave-in conditioner if it broke his nose. Yeah, his hair will behave without it, but it’s the PRINCIPLE of the thing. Not to mention the scent. He always seems particularly fixated on nuzzling Matthew’s hair after he’s used it. Not that Matthew would ever exploit that information for his own personal benefit.

When he gets to Connor’s, he’s made it about five feet into the foyer when Bowie comes flying at him, demanding snuggles. God, Matthew loves that dog. He picks Bowie up and gives him a hello kiss while chatting with Eichel awhile until he wanders off in search of more beer.

Matthew thinks he can be forgiven for jumping about a foot in the air when Mitch appears behind him without warning and mutters “nice dog” in a whisper that has to be intentionally creepy.

“What are you doing?” Matthew demands once his heartbeat has returned to something approaching normal.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” Mitch asks.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you’re standing around cuddling with Leon Draisaitl’s dog? Who seemed awfully excited to see you when you got here?”

Oh, this has got to be some kind of cosmic joke. Mitch? Mitch doesn’t notice anything. Matthew once swapped Mitch’s cinnamon toothpaste with his mint for an entire week just to see what would happen. He watched Mitch use it, frown at the completely different tube, and just shrug. But this he catches onto immediately?

“I don’t know what you mean,” he says primly. “I was greeted by this fine canine specimen and it required my immediate attention.”

Wrong thing to say, apparently, since Mitch just glares and points at him.

“Now I know you’re lying,” he says. “You only talk like that when you’re lying. It’s like you’re trying so hard not to tell the truth that you forget to pretend you don’t know big words.”

“Just because you can’t pronounce ‘encyclopedia’ doesn’t mean anything with more than two syllables is a big word, Mitchy.”

“And you’re deflecting! What’s the deal, Chucky? Why do you have Draisaitl’s dog?”

“Because.” Matthew begins the sentence with no idea how to end it, so he doesn’t. He stares at Mitch. Mitch stares at him.

“Because…”

“Because we’re dating.”

Whoops. There it is.

Mitch’s face transforms in a second, but he doesn’t look confused or alarmed like Matthew might have predicted. He almost looks…gleeful?

“I knew it!” he exclaims, so loudly that a couple other guys turn to look at them and Matthew has to grab his arm and haul him into the back hallway. “I fucking knew it! I told Auston there was no way you guys could be at each other’s throats like that all the time with zero sexual tension, and he was all sometimes people just don’t get along, Mitchy. Oh, I can’t wait to tell him. Can I call him right now? Wait, no, let’s FaceTime – I want him to see you holding Draisaitl’s dog.”

“Would you calm down for ten seconds?” Matthew hisses. “No, we’re not calling Auston. You can’t tell him, okay? You can’t tell anyone. Brady doesn’t even know yet.”

Mitch deflates for a second, but perks up again almost instantly. “Wait, I’m the first person to figure it out? I want a gold star. And a cookie.”

“You’ll get me not punching you in the face and you’ll like it.”

“Fair enough,” Mitch agrees. “So how long has it been?”

“Almost a year,” Matthew admits. “After I came to Florida.”

“The distance brought you together,” Mitch coos.

“Or the fact that we weren’t contractually obligated to hate each other anymore.”

“Yeah, that too.” Mitch tilts his head up and looks at Matthew thoughtfully. “And you’re happy?”

Matthew looks at the dog in his arms, who’s almost asleep. He glances into the kitchen, where Leon is shooting the shit with Nathan MacKinnon, easy and relaxed, full profile on display so that Matthew is hit with an almost overwhelming need to bite his jaw.

“Yeah, I’m happy.”

Mitch beams. “Then I’m happy for you. Also, I expect full details at some point when there aren’t two dozen other NHLers in earshot.” He slaps Matthew on the arm and turns to leave the hallway. “Oh, by the way, Chucky?”

“What?”

Mitch nods across the room to where Connor is looking at them with a small smile on his face.

“I think Davo knows.”

[alanjeffbrainrot]

AJ Pregnancy Shenanigans Pt. 2

CW// nsfw, mpreg, breeding kink, minors DNI

To read pt. 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~ Find it on AO3

Word count: 2.4k

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Jeff wasn’t sure what to expect when he found out he was pregnant but he wasn’t banking on Alan becoming incredibly territorial, the alpha more often than not touching him in one way or another.

The first day Jeff goes back to the garage (Alan took a few days off with him, knowing his alpha wouldn’t want Jeff around anyone else for a bit) Alan traps him against their front door before leaving. His mouth goes straight for Jeff’s scent gland kissing, sucking, and nipping slightly at it. The omega melts at the attention, loving the feeling of his alpha staking his claim, biting his lip to try and keep himself from making any noise.

Jeff’s hands come up and grip Alan’s hips, pulling him closer, wanting to lose himself in the feeling. “Alan” he breathes out, just to get a hum in response as alan switches to the other side of Jeff’s neck, “Alan” he tries again, “we need to go to work or we’re never going to make it.”

A small growl leaves the alpha as he presses himself closer. He finally pulls his face away to look Jeff in the eyes, a thrum of desire running through both of their bodies. “Would it really be that bad ?” Alan asks, going straight back to what he was doing.

“Babe has been running the garage for three days Lung, he’s gonna come to find us if we don’t come in today and I dont particularly want Charlie walking in while we’re…” he pauses for a second, moving one of his hands from Alan’s waist up to his chest, “indisposed.” He whispers against Alan’s ear before pushing the alpha away from him.

Groaning, Alan concedes, shaking his head while chuckling. “I guess you got me there nu. We’ll pick this up later” he says, winking at Jeff and moving to finish grabbing his wallet and keys. Oh boy, Jeff thinks, he’s going to be a handful now won’t he.

Alan managed to get through the day, only growling at a mechanic once when they stepped a bit too close to Jeff. Once the employees left, and it was just the gang sitting around chatting (re: Charlie, Babe, North, Sonic, Kim, Kenta, and Way), Charlie moves to be next to jeff and fixes him with a pointed stare.

“What” jeff asks, squirming under his gaze.

“You were gone for days and you reek of Alan. What’s going on.” Charlie tried to be discreet, he really did, but given North and Sonic were in the room that really wasn’t an option.

“And Lung growled at someone !! Seriously !! He hasn’t been this territorial since right before you got together.” North points out, earning a smack on the back of his head from the alpha in question.

“North has a point though” Babe chimes in, “you didn’t leave his side at all today.”

The group all falls silent, looking between the couple. Jeff sighs, rubbing his eyes before getting up to stand next to Alan. “Should we just tell them” he mutters. They had only talked briefly about when to tell the team but had both landed on wanting to give it a few weeks before announcing anything.

While they’re looking at eachother, babe lifts his nose and subtly scents the air, eyes going wide when he notices the slightly milky tinge to Jeff’s normal peach scent. Not noticeable to anyone else, given Alan scenting him periodically during the day, but because of his senses Babe is able to catch the new note in the omegas scent. Babe’s eyes go wide as he puts two and two together, reaching his hand out to grip Charlie’s. Charlie looks at him confused before directing his attention back on his brother.

But Jeff happens to catch his reaction, turning red and burying himself in Alan’s chest, knowing the racer has just worked out their secret. “I’m pregnant” he mumbles, unwilling to face the team. Alan wraps his arms around the omega, letting him nestle in before looking back at the team.

“What ?” Charlie asks, leaning in.

Jeff nods into Alan’s chest, giving the alpha permission to take over the conversation. “We’re expecting, Charlie. Jeff’s pregnant.”

Nobody moves for a few seconds, processing what their head alpha had just said before chaos broke loose. Charlie, Babe, North, Sonic, and Way all jumped up to surround the couple. Charlie pulled Jeff into a hug while the other four surrounded Alan, shouting congratulations and damn near tackling the man to the ground in a group hug. From over Charlie’s shoulder, jeff catches Kenta’s eyes which were shiny with tears. A genuine smile, one saved only for Jeff and Kim, warming his face as he leaned into Kim’s side. Kim himself was smiling, but his focus wasn’t on Jeff. He was smiling down at Kenta while he brings his arm up around his shoulder, pulling the quiet man into his side. Jeff’s heart warms at the sight.

His attention is brought back to Charlie as he pulls back. “I’m so happy for you nu. You two are going to be great parents.” The two brothers take a minute, looking over at the rest of their pack. Jeff chuckles seeing Alan rough housing with his gang of misfits.

As if sensing Jeff’s eyes on him, alan looks up and smiles at his omega. He manages to settle the others before pulling Jeff back into his arms, jeff leaning in and enjoying the closeness with his alpha and his pack.

“We have to celebrate” sonic shouts, bouncing beside north.

“Maybe later” Alan says, tightening his hold around jeff, “I should get jeff home.”

Wolf whistles are heard throughout the garage as Alan begins gathering their things, jeff groaning and hiding his face, wishing to be anywhere but there.

Once Alan’s ready they say their goodbyes, getting final congratulations from the pack before beginning to walk out of the garage. “Don’t be too hard on him Alan” the two hear Babe shout before the group bursts out into laughter. Alan flips him off over his head before finally walking out of the garage.

The entire ride home Jeff’s mind is reeling with what he wants to do, what he wants Alan to do to him, once they make it.

As soon as they make it through the front door, Jeff is right back where he started his morning. His back pressed up against the door with Alan caging him in face straight back in his neck working on an impressive hickey directly on his scent gland. Jeff moans, gripping the sides of Alan’s t-shirt and pulling his hips forward, seeking any type of friction he can get.

“God you smell fucking delicious” Alan growls, “don’t think I can get enough of you.” Alan pulls back, examining his work and making a low and pleased growling sound. He grabs the hem of Jeff’s shirt, pulling it up and over the man’s head before sinking to his knees and placing kisses all over his bare stomach. “I can’t wait for you to start showing, everyone will be able to tell that your mine.” Alan emphasizes his words by nipping at Jeff’s flat stomach, forcing a high pitched while from the man.

Alan’s hands come up, unbuttoning Jeff’s pants and yanking them down his legs along with his underwear, freeing his leaking erection. Alan glances up at jeff before swallowing him whole. Jeff moans, head thumping against the door as he pulls at the alphas hair.

Alan hums at the feeling, sending waves of pleasure up the omegas spine. The alpha begins bobbing his head, occasionally pulling up to suck at the tip before taking the omega back down his throat. Jeff has his eyes trained down, watching his alpha on his knees.

“Fuck, phi” Jeff moans out, beginning to rock his hips forward, chasing the heat of his alphas mouth. Jeff tugs on Alan’s hair again, trying to pull him off as he feels himself get closer to his release. “Alan” he pants, “I’m gonna cum”. That just spurs him on, doubling down his efforts while bringing a hand up to kneed at Jeff’s ass before digging his fingers into the flesh, finally getting to feel the slick absolutely dripping from Jeff at this point.

Jeff is right on the edge when he feels two fingers plunge into his hole. He lets out a final wrecked moan at the intrusion, crashing over the edge and spilling down Alan’s throat who happily swallows around Jeff’s cock, taking everything.

Alan finally pulls off, placing a final kiss on the tip before standing up and licking his lips, eyes trained on the omega with a dark and predatory gaze. Jeff is still leaned against the door, desperately trying to catch his breath while staring at the man in front of him. “Lung” he breaths out, “take your clothes off. I still need you”.

Alan immediately begins ripping his clothes off as Jeff is finally stepping out of his pants and boxers, leaving both men bare. Without words Jeff reaches his arms up, Alan immediately understanding and lifting him up. Before he begins walking, Alan pouts up at the omega, “kiss me ?”

Rolling his eyes at his sappy alpha, Jeff leans down and connects their lips, the two lazily making out as Alan navigates his house by memory.

Alan lays the omega out on their bed, taking a moment to just appreciate the view in front of him. Jeff squirms at the attention. “Please alan, need you.”

“You have me baby” alan replies while caressing every inch of skin on Jeff’s smooth legs before his hands land on the boys stomach. “Can’t wait to see you” Alan mutters, brain seemingly back on the idea of when Jeff will finally be showing, “round with my pups. God you’re so perfect.” Alan looks up, locking eyes with Jeff, “my perfect little omega, yeah ?”

“Yours” Jeff repeats, “only yours.”

Alan surges up, roughly kissing Jeff while two fingers once again make their way into Jeff’s tight heat, slowly working him open. After a minute Jeff begins wiggling his hips, gasping out a small “more” in between kisses. Alan adds another finger, slowly scissoring his fingers open as Jeff’s slick begins making its way down his wrist.

Jeff seems to get impatient, whining and grinding down more. “Alan, please” Jeff says, pulling away from the kiss and pouting at the man above him.

Alan can’t resist laying a final sweet kiss on Jeff’s lips before pulling back and slowly sliding his fingers out of Jeff. He brings his hand own to his own cock, pumping himself a few times to relieve some of the tension and slick himself up. Alan grabs Jeff’s legs and put them over his shoulders leaning forward and lining himself up.

Locking eyes with the omega, Alan whispers an “I love you” before slowly sinking into Jeff, inch by inch until he’s fully sheathed. They both let out a relieved breath, Jeff basking in the slight stretch he feels over Alan’s size.

After a few seconds the two lock eyes and Jeff nods, Alan pulling almost completely out before pushing back in. He begins a steady rhythm, enjoying the feeling of jeff surrounding him and the knowledge that he’s the only one that gets to take the omega apart in this way.

“Gonna fuck you full” Alan snarls out, alpha instincts taking over, “keep you round with my pups all the time”

Jeff throws his head back, overwhelmed with pleasure as he can feel his second orgasm of the night building. “Alpha” he cries out “need it, please, need your knot.”

Alan speeds up, pounding into the omega as he chases his own release. He shifts his hips, beginning to hit Jeff’s prostate head on with each thrust.

“Fuck !” Jeff screams, “please, please, right there”. Jeff’s knows he’s rambling at this point, begging if he was being honest, but at this point he didn’t care. He knew what he needed. He needed his alpha to knot him, needed to come again, needed Alan to bite him.

As soon as the thought enters his mind, Jeff lets out a broken sob and cums untouched, streaking his chest and causing him to clench around Alan’s cock.

“Oh fuck” Alan moans at the new feeling as well as the image of his omega cumming so suddenly, cock still twitching between them. “I’m close baby” he whispers out, leaning down to kiss away the tears that had begun falling down Jeff’s cheeks without losing his pace.

A few thrusts later, Alan’s knot begins catching on Jeff’s rim before he pushes it fully in, knot popping while the alpha moans loudly. He continues rocking forward, riding out his orgasm while quiet whimpers are coming from Jeff, just on the cusp of uncomfortable overstimulation.

Alan colapses forward, caging the omega in while peppering kisses all over the omegas face. “So good, so perfect for me.” They lay there for a few minutes, Alan whispering praises while they both catch their breath. Once his knot goes down, Alan pulls out and shuffles them around so Jeff is laying on his chest, face tucked into the alphas neck purring quietly. Both of them just enjoying the closeness.

“Alan” Jeff calls quietly, “would you ever consider… mating me?”

Alan’s arms immediately tighten around the omega, breath hitching as he looks down. “Jeff, baby, look at me” he says, waiting until Jeff raises his eyes, “I would love nothing more than to have you as my mate.” He plants a soft kiss on Jeff’s lips before continuing, “I want to build a family with you. Keep you close, make sure everyone knows your mine. You know…” Alan says, voice dropping an octave while smirking, “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to keep you full with my pups.”

“God” Jeff groans out, pushing away from the alphas chest and rolling over as if he was annoyed but the tips of his ears slowly turning red was a dead giveaway to him just being embarrassed at how brazen his alpha could be.

Alan let’s put a loud laugh at the reaction before catching the small omega around the waist and pulling his back to his chest, hands fully encompassing Jeff’s small stomach. “I love you Jeff, that’s never going to change. Just tell me when you want me and I’ll make you mine officially.”

Heat spreads through Jeff’s chest at Alan’s declaration. “I love you too” he whispers, playing with Alans fingers.

Alan detached himself from Jeff’s back, standing up before lifting him up bridal style and begins carrying him to the bathroom. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up and then we can cuddle. Yeah ?”

Jeff tightens his arms around Alan’s neck, sleepily letting out a hum of agreement, really just enjoying being close to his alpha.

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A/N: holy shit that ended up a lot longer than I expected it to 😭😭 I’m honestly enjoying writing this so I may continue with a part 3 but I think the next longer fic will be the student/teacher au 🤌🏻

Hope y’all enjoyed !

[blue-bujo]

Bowled Over (Roy Kent x Reader): Chapter Three

You work at a bowling alley and a young girl named Phoebe has a birthday party there. You catch her uncle's eye.

Roy Kent x female reader

Will try to update roughly every two weeks

Chapter Three: Dual-Purpose Distraction

(3.1k words)

Summary: After a loss, Roy takes the team on a night out to distract them from said loss. He may or may not have ulterior motives.

Warnings: Roy Kent-level language (you know what you're in for), discussion of mental health

Brighton had not gone well. Roy had watched in disbelief as Montlaur and then Zoreaux had both been injured and subbed out, and the team had lost the match. His boys were dejected as they piled onto the coach for the drive home.

Jamie had tried to cheer everybody up by turning on the music loaded to his phone and bravely shuffling it, and Beard broke out his David Bowie impression, which got a few laughs. However, most of the men sat quiet and discouraged in their seats. Roy was fuming, although the casual observer would note that his lips were moving without him realizing when he recognized a song. He could feel the low morale laying heavy over the bus and its passengers.

Bravely, Higgins got up to sit next to him when they were about halfway back to Richmond. Roy growled at him, but the older man ignored it. They sat in silence until Roy couldn’t take it anymore.

“The fuck do you want?”

“You looked like you used to when Ted was around and you were too stubborn to ask him about something that was bothering you,” said Higgins. “I’m a sorry substitute for Ted, but I’ll listen if you like. Our own little meeting of the Diamond Dogs.”

“Did I really have all that shit written on my face?” He wouldn’t admit it, but Roy was a little impressed with Higgins. The man was deceptively wise.

“Not all of it, but I know what it is to miss a close friend.”

“I do miss him,” Roy conceded. “He always knew how to make them see a little hope. He was better at this manager shit.”

“If you want to have the Lasso effect, you just need to try thinking like Ted. He would want to do something to distract them from the loss today and get them out of their heads. A movie night or a meal out. Anything, really.”

“Hmm… They’re good ideas, to be fair, but they feel too normal. We always do that,” pondered Roy. He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head, thinking, wracking his brain for something. His normal activities were reading, and cooking, and other introverted things. What he did with Phoebe and his sister Sofia were more inclusive.

Roy stood, squeezed past Higgins, and made his way up to the front of the bus. Jamie and Beard sat down, pausing their musical act, and watched him apprehensively. He walked slowly up the aisle – having had a serious knee injury made a person keen to avoid another one, which would be inflicted by walking on a moving bus. When he got to the front row, he leaned over the driver’s shoulder.

“I’m going to reroute us,” he said bluntly. “How do I change the satnav?”

The driver tapped a screen and a keyboard popped up. After a quick google, the manager tapped in an address, and the new route started. Straightening, Roy turned around and looked around the bus. As all eyes were already on him, he didn’t shout.

“All right, listen up. We’re all in a shitty mood because of the loss. Ted would’ve had something inspirational to say, but we all know I’m not Ted. All I know how to do is distract us until we forget about it.” He nodded at Higgins in silent acknowledgement of their conversation before continuing. “So that’s what we’re going to do, going to get ourselves fucking distracted for the night. I hope you don’t have any other plans.”

“Where are we going, Coach?” asked Bumbercatch.

“Wouldn’t you like to fucking know.” Roy sat down next to Jamie in the second row and crossed his arms. He was pleased with his choice; he didn’t think his team would guess where they were headed or what they were going to do. He was surprised he’d picked it, himself. It wasn’t what he expected from himself; he wasn’t typically that forward.

He massaged one hand with the other, passing the pads of his fingers over his knuckles, where just so recently... No. That wasn’t why he’d fucking made this choice!

Beside Roy, Jamie observed the anxious, wistful hand movements, and the address in the satnav, which he recognized. He fixed his mentor in his most suggestive side-eye, head tilted down and eyebrows quirked, until Roy noticed.

Just Roy’s heart nearly stopped. The prick had figured him out. Fuck.

You were at the counter, trying to read an online article. You’d consistently gotten through the first paragraph about six times today, before an interruption had presented itself. It had been an oddly busy day, which you attributed to your own terrible luck, as there was absolutely no reason for half of the house to be full on a weekday afternoon. You saw movement in the parking lot from the corner of your eye, but chose to ignore it and hope it went somewhere else. You really wanted to finish the article sometime this millennium, and tried to power your way into the second paragraph.

You weren’t that lucky. The movement in the parking lot was that of a bus unloading an army of footballers. They were milling around tie dye guy, who you now knew was Roy Kent, manager of AFC Richmond.

With a frustrated sigh, you closed the tab with the online article; there was no way you were reading it with all these athletes coming inside. Because these guys were proper athletes, and in your experience, those were the types that got the loudest when they realized their sporting skills didn’t translate to bowling. Your hair went up, and you braced once again for the difficulty of a large group. At least they all had socks, since they had their uniforms on; you didn’t think there’d be enough money in the register to make change for twenty-something uses of the supply vending machine.

A bespectacled man and a young man carrying a bunch of water bottles came up to your counter ahead of the herd.

“I’m so sorry, but do you have enough lanes to accommodate a football club?” Glasses guy was familiar; he bowled a weeknight league with his wife, and you were pretty sure he had a locker here.

Checking your computer, you answered, “I can give you lanes 17 through 24. Will that be enough? Each lane can fit eight to ten people.”

“That’ll be plenty, thank you. I’ve seen you around, right?”

His question confirmed your theory that he was a regular. “Yeah, I’ve traded shifts for a few weeknights before. I thought I recognized you.”

“You may not want to, after this,” he apologized. “Sorry in advance.”

The first of the footballers came bounding in, either voicing their disdain or their enthusiasm for the evening’s activity. Jamie Tartt swaggered straight up to you, put his arms on the counter, and grinned.

“Heya, Splits! Do you remember meh?”

Rolling your eyes, you quipped back, “How could I forget? Was this your idea, coming back to see if I was fit enough to risk Roy Kent’s wrath?”

To his credit, Jamie had the decency to look embarrassed. “I were being a proper twat, and I apologize. I’m trying to be better. But no, it weren’t my idea. It was all Coach.”

You looked up, past Jamie, to where the last few men were getting off of the Richmond bus, Roy among them. It had been his idea? Maybe Phoebe’s comment had had some truth to it. He was glancing inside hesitantly, and although you knew that he couldn’t see you through the tinted windows, you felt your ears warm ever so slightly. The thought that anybody could find you fit in any way felt foreign.

The clearing of a throat brought you back to reality. The young man with the water bottles had a sheet of paper in his hand that he was extending towards you.

“This is everybody’s boot sizes,” he was saying. “Hopefully that makes it easier.”

“It will, thank you so much.” You turned to the team now standing in front of you and raised your voice a bit to address them all. “You guys will be on lanes 17 through 24. Give me a minute to get all of these shoes ready and go find yourselves some balls.” There were more than a few snickers at the balls comment, which you fully knew you’d walked into, but you charged bravely on. “Once you’ve done that, come back here.”

All but Jamie dispersed to find a ball that fit; he waited at the counter. You couldn’t figure out why, until you saw Roy Kent finally enter your bowling alley. He didn’t seem pleased to find him standing there expectantly.

“What the fuck do you want now? Go and look around like everybody else! Quit waiting for me!”

He was in a mood. They must have lost the game they were obviously returning from. Either bravely or stupidly, Jamie ignored his coach’s orders and adopted an innocent expression.

“Splits is here.”

“I can see that. Now piss off.”

As he had at Phoebe’s party, Jamie gave you a wink before sauntering away. Which left you and Roy Kent staring at each other. You couldn’t tell what the coach was thinking – he kept his face impressively blank – but your mind shot back to your previous encounter, where you’d startled him, then maybe insulted him by not recognizing him, then accidentally touched his hand. You didn’t know how to react.

He made the choice easy for you and nodded curtly. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

You noticed that he had stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“I have your shoes.”

“How the fuck do you remember my shoe size?”

You waved the sheet of paper. “The younger guy gave me a list. I’m guessing he’s the kit man?”

A grunt. It could be interpreted as a yes. Nothing else from Coach Kent. You grabbed a pair of rental shoes and held it out to him. “Here.”

As Roy Kent came forward and you reached out, your hands touched – again – and this was more contact than the mere finger brush last time. He froze, then quickly took the shoes and scurried off.

Talk about awkward! You banged your head softly against the counter and groaned. What were the odds of that happening twice?

Roy groaned as he retreated from the front desk. What were the odds that the woman would think that could happen twice? And what had possessed him to surge forward to grab the shoes? Was he that fucking touch-starved, that he needed to manufacture physical contact with fucking strangers? He flung himself onto a couch with Higgins, Beard, and Nate and set about angrily removing his trainers and putting on the bowling shoes. The other three men looked at each other behind his back and shrugged their shoulders. Nobody could decide whether it was better to engage, or just to let him stew until he was ready to come out with it.

Roy was done tying the laces and stood up to stare at them all. Only Nate was brave enough to break the silence.

“All right there, Roy?” he asked.

“Great,” Roy retorted. “Never been better.”

“You ready to tell us what’s going on with you?” questioned Beard. He leaned back, anticipating his fellow coach to blow. The old Roy would have, but Just Roy flared his nostrils, took a deep breath, and then looked at Beard, Nate, and Higgins.

“Like I told the team,” he ground out, “it’s my shit. None of your fucking business.”

“All right. But when you’re actually ready to talk, let us know.”

Rather than stay and face them, Roy left. He told himself it was so he could find a bowling ball, but he knew that he was running away. He didn’t know how he felt yet about being interested in someone again. It always made him feel incredibly vulnerable. The world expected moody, mysterious Roy Kent. The real Roy was lonely and just wanted connection with another human being who wasn’t interested in him being a footballer – no, a manager. Not a footballer anymore.

He surveyed the bowling alley. Everyone was having a decent time. It seemed a happy enough place, with its garish red walls and photos of local celebrities hung in frames across the soffits. Roy’s head was on a swivel looking at them all, then at his greyhounds. They were good boys, already losing the melancholy from the match. Higgins had his phone out, taking a picture of them, and they all exuded an easy comfort at spending time with each other. He kept looking around, settling his gaze just a moment too long on the girl at the counter.

Fuck, he was interested in her. She was just as awkward as he was, and she hadn’t recognized him at Phoebe’s party.

Plus, she was fit. So fucking fit.

Roy forced himself to look away. Staring creepily at a random woman was more than inappropriate; it was dangerous. If the paparazzi found out, it could cloud the whole team’s reputation. Plus, now Jamie knew. The manager couldn’t let on just how interested he was in Splits.

Hell, he didn’t even know her real name.

His team was starting to bowl. Roy could overhear snippets of their conversations as he walked by each lane. Jamie, Isaac, Dani, and Colin were horsing around, teasing Jamie about something.

“I’m just saying, a guy could do a lot worse!” Tartt was laughing. “She is fit!”

“She does have a very happy smile,” agreed Dani.

“I dunno, she’s not really my type,” Colin said, drawing a few laughs.

“That’s because nobody like her is!”

“Shut up, Isaac!”

“You walked into it!”

Suddenly, they all noticed Roy and shut their mouths. Roy glared at them.

“You talking about me?”

All four lads remained silent, although Jamie seemed to be struggling not to smile or laugh. The only response they gave was a communal shake of their heads. Roy stared them down until they started to squirm.

“We were talking about the pretty lady at the counter,” Dani eventually volunteered. “Jamie brought her up.”

Jamie snorted, like he was fighting for his life against laughter. Roy squinted at him and grunted.

“Doesn’t she look nice, Coach?”

Ooh, this was fucking evil shit. By asking, Jamie was forcing him to look over at her, knowing full well how expressive his eyebrows were. Jamie was getting annoyingly smart.

Roy turned to look at Splits, then quickly back to the boys. “She’s fine, like most people. Now get started with your game, before I decide to cancel team bonding time and make you fucking run home!”

Exchanging looks, Dani, Colin, and Isaac started bowling. Jamie grinned at his mentor one last time before joining in. They were all unfortunately on the lane next to Roy’s, so he would have to deal with them for the rest of the time they would be there.

Bowling did prove to be a good distraction. Everyone was equally terrible – except Higgins, of course – so the competition was fierce, and spares and strikes were celebrated loudly. Even Roy found himself relax slightly, and he was one of the worst bowlers of the lot. He had to put up with Jamie’s suggestive glances, and all of the Diamond Dogs on his lane, but he had people, and it was nice to feel surrounded rather than alone.

Higgins obviously won the day. With O’Brian winning among the non-bowlers after two games, AFC Richmond were ready to go home. Will began gathering everybody’s shoes. As Roy untied his, he had a stupid idea and started helping. The younger man seemed surprised, but happy for the help. Pretty soon, he and Roy both had armfuls of shoes.

“You go on ahead, Will. I’ll make sure none of these idiots have left anything behind,” Roy offered. He wanted Will done and gone from the counter when he went up. The team were already loading onto the bus, so he wouldn’t have to worry about any nosy players or obnoxious Tartts. Will was thanking Splits before he left, and a line of people was waiting between him and Roy. The manager shifted his weight to better balance the mountain of bowling shoes in his arms.

“I’m so sorry for the wait!” called Splits in the midst of charging a credit card. “You can dump those on the counter and I’ll deal with them later. You don’t have to wait.”

“I’m fine waiting. No rush.”

Truthfully, the shoes were becoming harder to balance by the second, but Roy Kent was determined. He would talk to Splits.

Finally, he was next in line. He did his best to set down the pile gracefully, but there were just too many shoes. He got them all on the counter without any falling, and that would have to do. Splits smiled, and Roy’s wait was made worth it.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll just count them real quick and make sure I have them all.”

“Take your time. I wouldn’t put it past one of these clowns to wear a pair home without fucking realizing it.”

“It happens more often than you’d think.”

There were a few beats of silence while she counted. Roy didn’t want to distract her, but he also didn’t want to lose the chance to speak with her. If only he hadn’t ignored small talk all these years!

“Your accent is different. Not in a bad way, I just can’t place it. Have you been in England long?”

“A few years,” she replied. “My dad was Army, so I grew up moving almost every year. I guess I picked up bits and pieces of whatever the local accents were.”

“That’s cool.” Roy had the distinct feeling that he was dangerously close to seeming extremely lame. “But you’ve stayed?”

“Obviously,” laughed Splits. “I like it here. I’ve never really had a group of my own, but here, it feels like I’m the closest to having it. I have all the shoes, by the way, so you’re good to go, Coach Kent.”

“Hmm. Cheers.”

Roy made no move to leave. He knew he should, but he hadn’t made any real progress here. He cleared his throat.

“Right. Well… Hope to see you around.”

“You, too!”

She seemed to react positively. Proud of himself, Roy turned and left. If he seemed less Roy-ish to anybody on the coach, none of them commented on it. Roy was in good spirits until he replayed the interaction in his mind.

He still hadn’t asked for her name.

He was a fucking idiot.

Tag list: @preciousbabypeter @harry-bowie-mercury @amieinghigh

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty Four

A/B/O

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Simon 'Ghost' Riley

“Soap missed roll call this morning.” Price told Ghost, like he hadn’t been there when Price had called Johnny’s name and been met with silence. 

“Do you want me to check on him?” Ghost asked, already knowing why Price had pulled him specifically into his office to talk about this. 

Soap had missed roll call, because he’d started his rut. His first, if his medical files were accurate. Over the past few days, Soap had looked tired, and been more prone to snapping at small things. Each time, he’d been quick to apologise, smoothing things over with a pretty smile while insisting that he was fine, but everyone knew what was really going on, because they could fucking smell it on him. 

Knowing that, it would only make sense for Ghost, one of the omegas on the team, to go and check on him. Alphas in their rut rarely mixed well with other alphas. 

Price looked relieved when Ghost was the one to make the suggestion. “If you wouldn’t mind.” 

“Of course, I don’t. You know I don’t mind helping all of you, fuck knows you all do enough for me.”

“It’s hardly the same thing. Besides, I have to ask…” 

Ghost cut Price’s scripted rambling off by kissing him. “We’re a pack. You, Soap, Gaz, you all look after me, I look after all of you. I’ll go see him.” He kissed Price again. 

“Hey, hey. Not too much, he might smell me on you.” He hesitated as Ghost headed towards the door. “And, Simon… if you need anything, let us know.” 

Ghost nodded, and shut Price’s door behind him. Even though he’d only been in Price’s office for a few minutes, he didn’t want to take any chances with distressing Soap, so he stopped by his own room first, showering and changing into freshly laundered clothes before crossing the hall to knock on the door to Soap’s room. 

“Johnny? It’s Ghost.” He called out, before trying the handle. It was unlocked, so he let himself into the room. “Soap?”

Soap’s room was a mess. Things had been knocked off of every surface and scattered over the floor, the sheets were crumpled across the floor, leading towards the bathroom, all of it dripping in Soap’s scent. Ghost locked the door behind him, his nose twitching as he carefully followed the trail to the bathroom. 

He found Soap curled up on the tile floor, his eyes closed tight as he shook uncontrollably. 

“Soap?” Ghost called softly, sinking to his knees in the doorway. 

Soap bolted up, eyes widening when he saw Ghost there. “Fuck. Did I not lock the door?”

“No, you didn’t. I’m assuming… that you're not okay?”

Soap shook his head. “Definitely not. Why… why are you here?”

“Price was worried when you didn’t make it to roll call this morning. But, we thought it would be better if I was the one who came to see you.” 

Soap nodded, sitting up to face Ghost. “Probably a good call.” 

“Are you scared?” 

Soap’s brow furrowed.

“It’s natural, Johnny, for your first time. I’m here to help you, whatever you need.” 

“It… it could be for weeks.” Soap shivered, curling back into a ball. 

“Again, normal.” Ghost glanced over his shoulder. “Do you want to… shower off, and I’ll clean up your space a bit?”

“And… then?”

“We can see.” Ghost scooted forward on his knees, catching Soap in his arms as he leapt forward and nuzzled into him. “You’re going to be okay.” 

“It doesn’t feel like it right now.” 

“Of course it doesn’t. It won’t until you get your cock in my ass.” Soap shifted against Ghost, digging his fingers into his skin at the idea Ghost had put in his head. Ghost nuzzled him back. “Shower, then fucking. Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Soap nodded, accepting Ghost’s help to get up off the floor. “See you soon?”

“Very soon. I’m not going anywhere.” Ghost squeezed Soap’s hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before leaving him to shower. 

The first thing Ghost did was lock the door into the room, shutting himself away with Soap for however many days this was going to be. He swallowed, trying not to feel excited about how he was finally going to feel Soap knot him. This wasn’t about him, it was about Soap, and making sure Soap actually survived this intact. 

Ghost tidied the room quickly, replacing items on the shelves out of order and stripping Soap’s bed sheets for fresh ones. Soap had at least one other set ready, and he had water and snack bars stored in the bottom of the cupboard too. Ghost moved them to the bedside table for easy access. Soap had tried to prepare for his rut, but if it really was so overwhelming that it reduced Soap to a shivering ball on his bathroom floor, doing all the prep in the world wouldn’t have helped. That’s where Ghost came in.

Ghost had just pulled off his mask and placed it on one of the shelves when the bathroom door opened. He turned to find Soap buck naked and making a direct beeline for him. Soap pressed his body up against Ghost’s, pulling his head down to kiss him, clutching at Ghost’s shoulders so tightly that Ghost thought he was going to tear his shirt off him.

“It hurts, Ghost…” 

“I know.” Simon gently pulled Soap towards his bed, Soap muttering something like approval when he saw it freshly made, before taking charge and shoving Ghost down onto it. 

Ghost stripped as hurriedly as he could, Soap more of a hindrance than a help as he climbed up over Ghost’s body, caging Ghost in place as he kissed the bite marks on his neck. 

They’d all done it together, Gaz, Price and Soap, during one of Simon’s heats, after they’d all agreed that they were more than just a unit on paper. 

“You can bite me again, you know.” The words were hardly out of Ghost’s mouth before Soap bit down, drawing blood as he pushed Simon’s asshole open and rutted the head of his dick into it. 

Ghost pressed his nose to Soap’s skin, finally letting himself properly breath in the scent of a rutting alpha, of his rutting alpha, of Soap. He sank into the bed as his body relaxed, and the head of Soap’s dick slipped inside him. 

“Fuck,” Soap bit out, letting go of Ghost’s neck as he leaned up and shoved his hips forward. “Fuck, you were right, this feels so much better.”

“Uh huh.” Ghost held onto Soap tightly. “You’re doing so good, Johnny.”

Soap groaned, but couldn’t find it within himself to tell Ghost to stop talking. Of fucking course, being praised would still do him in, even when he was like this. 

Instead of thinking about it, he dragged his tongue over Ghost’s skin, enjoying the omega’s whimpers as he fucked him, sinking his cock balls deep into him already. Soap was a lucky fucker to have gotten into 141. To be able to know Ghost, to have Ghost here with him while he was going through this, to know that Price was worried about him enough to send Ghost to him, that Gaz had sensed what was going on before Soap had, and had dragged food, water and sheets to his room, insisting that he take them for what was coming. 

Almost every alpha Soap had heard talk about ruts, talked about how good it was, how amazing it felt to be able to take three weeks out of your year and just fuck your mate (or mates) into oblivion, but no one had ever said how overwhelming and painful it would be for the first time. Ghost had come to him, had come for him, was letting Soap use him to ground himself in reality, trusting Soap to touch and grab and do whatever he wanted, continually murmuring encouraging words at him, as Soap found where he wanted to be and what he wanted to do. 

Soap grabbed one of Ghost’s legs, and lifted it up so he could press his cock deeper into him, grinning when Ghost clung onto him, whining desperately. It was almost enough to distract him from the… something that was coming in his dick. He swallowed, and pressed his body down on top of Ghost’s as he came, mumbling a litany of profanity into Ghost’s skin as he realised it was his knot, that had popped inside of Ghost, locking the pair of them together. 

“Is… knotting you okay?” 

“Yeah.” Ghost brushed his lips over Soap’s ear. “More than okay. Does it feel good, alpha?”

Soap’s eyes rolled into his head when Ghost called him that. “So good,” he murmured, shifting slightly to get into a position where he could cuddle Ghost, because he had cum, his knot had popped, and he was still hard. He was woefully underprepared for this, but Ghost was going to get him through it. He was going to do it because he cared about him, about Soap, not because of some stupid, alpha/omega dynamic shit. “I’m not about to knock you up, am I?”

“No.” Ghost tucked Soap’s head onto his shoulder. “I’m still on the pill for that. Would you like to, though? One day?”

“Maybe.” Soap mumbled. “Does that mean I’d be competing with Price and Gaz then?”

“Probably. We can just wait until all your ruts sync up, and see who’s takes first.”

“That can happen?”

“What?”

“Ruts syncing? I thought that was made up.” 

“I think it’s a matter of coincidence rather than science… but it could happen. All three of you, overlapping at once, maybe while I’m in heat too… It sounds like fun.”

“No, it doesn’t. I’d have to bleedin’ share you.”

“Would you do it for me?” Ghost gazed up at Soap, wide eyed, with the fresh bite mark on his neck. 

Soap melted. “I’d do anything for you, Simon. I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

[niallsgoldhoop]

Chapter Two

Wren

Six Months Later

I need coffee.

Poking my head out of my office, I look left and right down the hallway before making a break for the coffee machine.

It’s been six months since I was hired at Willow Lake Golf Resort as their marketing executive and for each of those six months I’ve tried to stay as invisible as possible.

That’s what happens when you show up for your first day of work and meet your boss— the very same person you ran into at the grocery store. In retrospect, it wouldn’t be so bad if I hadn’t spilled not just the diet soda in my basket all over his pants, but also managed to soak them in pickle juice as well.

When I walked into his office that day it took everything in me not to turn around, get in my car, and drive it off the nearest bridge.

I was perfectly fine with running into an attractive man with an even more attractive accent and living my entire life knowing that I’d never see him again— More than fine, even.

Ha.

If only life was that easy.

Instead I’ve spent every day trying to avoid him at all costs.

“Wren.”

At the sound of the deep, low voice behind me I jump which sends the freshly brewed coffee all over the back of my hand. “Shit—“

“Here.” Placing his hand on my waist, Niall guides me over to the sink before turning on the cold water. “This should help. Are you okay?”

I try to ignore how close he’s standing to me and I’m definitely ignoring the way his cologne smells as his words skate across the shell of my ear.

“I’m okay.” The words come out as a whisper, barely audible. “We should probably stop meeting like this.”

He laughs behind me, the sound like a warm blanket. “You know, I’d have to agree.”

With the cool water running over the red skin, my breath hitches in my throat as Niall takes my wrist and turns it over in his hand.

“Make sure you put something on this so the swelling goes down.” Dragging his thumb across the edge of the mark, I hold my breath. “I don’t want to see you with a scar.”

His finger moves across my skin two more times and the way it sends goosebumps across my skin has me reaching for the faucet and turning it off before grabbing some paper towels to dry my hands and trying not to wince as it runs over the sensitive spot.

“I should probably go—“

“I’m surprised to see you out of your office.” Niall smiles as he leans against the counter, crossing his arms and making the muscles in his arms flex against the sleeves of his shirt. “Seems like you always hide in there.”

“I don’t hide in my office.” I laugh, trying not to sound as nervous as I feel right now.

His eyes find mine and hold steady for just a beat longer, the blue so intense that even as mortified as I am there no way I could look away.

Maybe it’s not too late to run away and join the circus.

“Rory said that you’ve made significant strides over the last few months with the marketing and I’m glad I was able to catch you out of your office today to tell you that you are a great addition to our team.” His arms move from across his chest, instead pressing his palms on the counter behind him. “Thank you for everything that you do and continue to do for Willow Lake.”

“Um, you're welcome.” I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks as I push my long hair behind my ear. “I’m just grateful to be working here.”

“We are equally grateful to have you.” His smile is wide as he steps away from the counter and walks towards me, making my heartbeat gallop in my chest. “If you need anything, promise me that you’ll let me know?”

Nodding, I move to the open doorway, bumping my shoulder against it in true Wren fashion. “Yeah, yeah. I promise. I’ll let you know.”

“Good.” Niall’s smile pulls up more on one side in a smirk.

“Well, I’m going to get back to work.” Smiling, I wave like a complete idiot before ducking out of the room.

Could I be any more embarrassing? God.

Niall Horan was one of the most renowned golfers of our time and it was clearly impossible for me to act like a normal person when he’s around. With three wins at The Master’s under his belt and so many accomplishments, it was hard not to be in awe of him in general.

Turn him into a nice person with pretty blue eyes?

That’s just not fair for the rest of us.

Finally back behind my desk, I lay my head down on my desk and let out a long breath.

Maybe I’ll just stay in my office for the rest of my life.

Hiding just like I said I don’t do.

—————

“Jenna?”

There’s no way to mask my surprise when I press the phone up to my ear.

“Hi! How are you?” My sister's voice is bright and full of excitement. “I miss you!”

Rinsing off my plate and sliding into the bottom rack of the dishwater, I dry off my hands with a dish towel. “I’m good. What’s up? Do you need anything?”

“Why would I need something?” Jenna laughs. “Maybe I just wanted to call and talk to my sister.”

“It’s just been awhile since we talked.” I shrug even though she can’t see me.

She blows out a breath on another laugh. “It hasn’t been that long, Wren.”

“You’re right.” Agreeing with her has always been the easiest option, even though I know for a fact it’s been more than a month since her name has flashed across my screen. “Catch me up on your life.”

Jenna is four years younger than me and at twenty four she knows anything and everything there is to know about life. So while I pick up around my house, she catches me up on her life.

You would think that as sisters we would be close, but we never have been. More than once we’ve drifted apart due to our differences and mostly from the way Jenna has always seemed to treat me.

Being treated as the root of all of her problems and someone she couldn’t stand most of the time will do that to you.

She tells me about her boyfriend that she’s been with for about a year, something that is news to me although I don’t quite catch his name. I also listen as she explains her new job and how much she loves it.

About thirty minutes into the phone call she asks how I’m doing and asks about my job at Willow Lake.

Almost everyone knows about Willow Lake.

Even before Niall purchased it, the course was so well renowned for the pristine grounds and a clubhouse made for throwing parties. I��m pretty sure it was even in a list of top ten golf courses you should visit in your lifetime if you were an avid golfer.

“We’re starting a new program—“

“Do you guys have parties there?” Jenna interrupts. “Because my birthday is next week and I think it would be fun if we did it there.”

Closing my eyes, I try to take a flaming breath. “Jenna, you can’t just expect to be able to have a party in a week at Willow Lake.”

“Don’t you work there?” Her attitude is clear. “I get that you just don’t want to help me—“

“It’s not that, Jenna.” Running my hand through my hair, I take a deep breath. “You know I don’t mind helping you but this is so last minute.”

A disbelieving laugh comes through the phone. “Whatever— I shouldn’t have even called.”

“Jenna—“

I don’t even get to finish my sentence before the line goes dead.

Dread fills my body from tips of my toes to the ends of my fingertips, knowing that my parents will reach out and ask again begging me for help and I’ve never been able to say no to them.

Even more dread fills my body when I think about how hard it is to pull last minute strings and the only person that would be able to help me—

The one person I spend all my time avoiding.

Niall Horan.

—————

okay okay i’m actually more excited to put this here than wattpad 😂😂😂😂

-Alex

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[promenadewithme]

Chapter 1 (The Kiss Of Eros)

a/n: i rewrote this because I hated the first draft Paring: Spencer Reid x Original Character (Rebecca Sanders) Warnings: swearing, reader thinking Spencer hates her, arson, yeah... enjoy!

Prologue Masterlist

My mother once told me that doing the right thing is harder than doing the wrong thing. She was absolutely correct. It’s extremely hard to hold myself back from punching Spencer Reid square on that pretty little face of his right now as he corrects me in front of the whole team, but I am set on doing the right thing. I am the bigger person. I will rise above this. I will not let him get to me.

Inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm myself, I look up at his face again. That stupid face and those stupid round glasses - that are somehow always clean - and that stupid perfectly brushed hair. Mr perfect all the fucking time.

“Excuse me?” I try to utter in my calmest possible voice. It still sounds like I want to rip his head off.

He doesn’t even have the dignity to look at me as he answers.

“You’re excused. I know you don’t have an eidetic memory like me. It’s easy to get these things messed up in a normal brain. However, fact is, serial arsonists are statistically under the age of 35. Not 30.” 

Did he just call me dumb? What the fuck is a ‘normal brain’? I want to tell him that I won all of my spelling bees, that I was reading books by the time I was 4, that I was always top of my class, and that being able to memorize something with ease doesn’t make you the smartest person to walk the earth. But I don’t, mostly because JJ gives me a warning look from behind Reid. 

We’ve had this talk before, countless times. I hate it that he never directs a word at me except when it’s to belittle and correct me, but apparently it's “bad for the team” and “not professional” when I lose my patience. 

I take another deep breath and think happy thoughts. Reading a good book under a fluffy blanket on a rainy day, the sound of that rain against my window, watching videos of owls running with their little naked legs, having wine with the girls on our night off. Another deep breath.

“You’re right.” I acknowledge, though it burns my throat and hurts my very essence to say it.

Reid’s head snaps in my direction and he tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” I taunt. “Let’s get back to work, we have a serial arsonist to catch.”

Before he can say another word, I walk out of the room where we set up a few hours ago. This killer is smart, but we are smarter. I grab my phone to call Pen, but am interrupted by a familiar voice that makes my heart skip a beat in annoyance. 

I stop in my tracks, but don’t look back at him. I don’t want to say anything I’ll regret later.

Let’s face it, Spencer is one of the team’s best assets and I’m… I’m good at what I do, I really am. But if they had to let one of us go, I know for sure it wouldn’t be him. So I force myself to breathe once again, because I am in my dream job and I will not let my feelings for this man ruin that for me.

When he notices I won’t be turning to face him, Reid steps in front of me and searches my face. I look away.

“Is there something you need, Doctor?” I inquire, pushing up my glasses. I want to add that if he wanted to stare at my face, he could just take a picture, but that would be too ‘middle school’ of me.

“‘You’re right’? I don’t think I have ever heard you say those words before, definitely not to me. Is everything alright?” I peek at him and his eyebrows are furrowed, eyes still trying to meet mine.

I scoff “Don’t act like you care about my feelings now, just take the win.”

My phone blasts with Taylor Swift’s ‘Me!’ and I don’t have to check the caller ID to know that Pen is calling. 

“Excuse me.” I mutter to Reid before taking the call.

“What’s up?” I greet as I walk out of the police station for some air.

The cool end-of-autumn air caresses my skin and calms my nerves. I’ve always liked the cold, even though I’m not sure LA weather counts as cold, it’s better than heat. Cold weather means snow, hot drinks, fuzzy socks, no sweating, pretty outfits and that christmas is near.

“Tell me I’m the best.” Pen sings and a smile makes its way to my face.

“You, Penelope Garcia, are the absolute best in the whole wide world.” I praise.

“Thank you, baby! But you don’t even know what I found yet.”

I chuckle before asking “What have you got for me?”

“Prepare yourself…” I roll my eyes playfully at her suspenseful pause.

I hear the clattering of her fingers against the computer through the phone and, a second later, a notification comes through.

“I did some digging and found out that our victims were partners at a big law firm and, get this, due to an economical issue, they fired a bunch of people at the same time like 2 years ago. I just sent you the list of all the people who were let go and the address of the two other partners. You’re welcome.”

I run back into the station while I ask her to cross reference our profile with the list of fired employees. 

“Just give me one…” she works her magic for a few more seconds before she calls out his name and address.

I walk into the room we set up in “We got him, Anthony Lewis. He’s living at his mother’s house on 54th Street Apartments.”

Gideon stands up from his chair and Reid looks surprised. Not so smug now, are you Mr smarty pants?

“That’s just a few minutes from here.” an officer says.

“Great,” I nod “I can go check it out if-”

“Guys…” Reid interrupts me and points at the television hung at the corner of the room.

The screen shows live footage of a news reporter in front of a huge house fire. 

No.

No, damn it! 

The flames take up the entirety of the house, windows already shattered, walls turning black with the blaze. There is no way anyone survived, not with how hot and fast the benzene flames burn. 

“Does anyone know where that house is?” I ask, but my voice feels weak. I already know the answer.

“Looks like Vineyard Avenue.” another officer says.

I look down at my phone and check Pen’s message.

2955, Vineyard Avenue CA - Theodore Phillips.

Fuck.

“That is Theodore Phillips’ house. He was one of the partners at the law firm that fired Anthony Lewis 2 years ago. Our last two victims were also partners.” I slump down on the chair “There is only one left.”

I feel like a failure. I’ve been at this for a year already, but every death still takes a toll. Shouldn’t I be used to this by now?

“How long does it take from the fire site to his mother’s house?” Hotchner asks, standing up from his seat and buttoning his blazer.

“20 minutes.” Penelope answers over the phone.

“Morgan, Prentiss.” Hotchner charged “You two go to his mother’s house. Question both her and the suspect. He’ll be caught off guard when he gets home and you’re already there.” 

With a nod, they were off.

“Gideon and I will go take a look at the crime scene. Reid, Sanders, you two will go to the remaining partner’s house. Make them aware of the situation, ask questions and keep their family safe.”

I want to protest, but they are out the door before I can say anything. My shoulders slump and my mouth snaps closed.

Shit.

I glance over at Dr know-it-all and he’s already crossing his worn brown leather messenger bag over his chest.

It’s okay, I can do this. I’m a professional. I’m not a kid anymore, I don’t need everyone to like me. 

Yes, you do. A little voice whispers in my mind.

I sigh. Of course I do. I’ve never felt like I truly fit in anywhere, but here at the BAU… It really felt like a fresh start, like maybe I had finally found my tribe. Mostly, I did. Pen and I immediately clicked, JJ and Emily warmed up to me quite quickly, Hotch and Gideon were always warm and receptive in a father-figure way, Derek gets along with everyone, and then there’s Reid. Reid who shut down when he first saw me. I remember it clear as day, even now.

“And this is Doctor Spencer Reid.” Hotchner introduces.

I know who he is. I have watched every grainy video of his lectures, read every article, this man is one of the reasons I was so set on joining the BAU. 

“Hi.” I offer my hand “I’m Rebecca Sanders.”

He just stares at me, grip tightening around the files he has pressed to his chest.

I sneak a confused look at Hotcher and he clears his throat. Spencer looks away, at anything but me.

“Sanders is the newest addition to our team.” my new boss says.

Nothing. I let my hand fall to my side. 

I look at Hotchner and he presses his lips together before adding “She worked at CASMIRC for a while, but asked to be transferred here. She will make a fine addition, don’t you think?”

“Why?” he finally speaks, looking at the floor even now.

“E-excuse me?” I stutter.

“Why did you transfer here?” he specifies, still not catching my eye.

Because I still have nightmares with the children’s faces, because my last case destroyed me, because working with adults is easier, because of you.

“I’ve always wanted to be a part of the BAU, it’s my dream job.” I settle with the answer I gave in my interviews.

“I think you’ll find it’s hardly a dream.” he says before leaving the room.

“Did I do or say something wrong?” I ask, wide-eyed.

Hotchner shakes his head, looking over at the door Doctor Reid left open “I don’t know.”

Reid clearing his throat brings me back to the present. 

“Looks like it’s just you and me.” I force a smile.

He looks at his shoes and nods. Dear Lord, this is going to be harder than I thought. 

“I’m going to need you to speak to me if we’re going to be pairing up.” I try. 

“There is nothing to say.” he states, pushing up his glasses. Still not looking at me.

I give JJ an exasperated look and she just shrugs. 

“Look, I get that you hate me or something, even though I don’t know what I ever did to you, but can we just act like two civilized human beings for once?”

His brows furrow “I don’t hate you.”

I scoff “Well, it sure seems like it. You know what? It doesn’t matter. Let’s just go.”

“Behave.” JJ calls out.

“Yes, ma’am.” I walk out the door and don’t wait for Reid. 

I gaze down at my phone and see that Pen is still on the line. Shit. I bring it to my ear again and wince. “Sorry, Pen.”

“Yikes, that was tense.” I can hear her grimace from here.

“Yeah, he hates me.”

“Now, don’t say that.” she chides lovingly “You just have to have a little more patience with Spencer. He’s a really nice guy if you get to know him.”

I scoff “Yeah, right.”

I push the door to the station open and let it fall closed behind me. 

“Sweetie, is this still about how he didn’t shake your hand when he met you? Because you should know by now that it’s not personal.”

Speaking of the devil, he finally catches up to me and stands looking at my face expectantly.

“Amongst other things.” I reply sheepishly. 

I know it wasn’t personal, but I was so let down when it happened. Reid was the person on the team I was most looking forward to meeting. I read all his articles and learned all about his previous cases. He was a genius and… some could say that he was a sort of professional crush of mine. 

That is, if blushing and kicking your feet while watching a video of one of his lectures is considered professional. Ok, I’ll admit, I really liked the sexy round glasses and the sweater vests and the hair. And, oh God, the veiny hands. Ok, maybe it was a bit more than a professional crush. But I just thought he was so smart and so pretty, he looked so kind too.

Never meet your heroes, right?

“Listen, I have to go, but thank you for your help.” I look at Reid from the corner of my eye and he’s still staring at me.

He’s always staring when I’m not looking, but never looks at me when I speak to him. Why won’t he knock it off?

“At your service, my liege.”

We say our goodbyes and I put my phone in the pocket of my gray plaid skirt. Straightening out my maroon sweater and trading my normal glasses for my oversized sunnies, I don’t spare Reid a second glance before following the street signs to where I want to go.

“Where are we going?” he calls out behind me, running awkwardly to reach me.

I bite my lip to hold in a laugh. Okay, maybe this won’t be so bad. I can get him to talk, maybe he’ll even not hate me by the end of the day. 

“I’m taking the metro, you can follow if you like.” I call back before looking over my shoulder at him with a smirk “Have you ever taken the metro, kid?”

“Don’t call me kid,” he grumbles, catching up to me “I’m two years older than you.”

“One year and 11 months.” I counter.

“Technically, 673 days.”

“But who’s counting?” I say, turning the corner “What matters is that I’m more experienced than you.”

He blushes profusely, before defending himself “I’m experienced.”

“In the tube?” I ask “I don’t really see you as a public transportation kind of guy.”

He doesn’t answer. Of course he doesn’t. 

He just looks at his shoes and keeps on walking. 

So much for communication. 

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just a quick gwen ‘x’ gn! reader I wiped up!

warnings: slight angst if you squint

gwen ‘x’ gn! reader

fight back!

a harsh day was shoved upon gwen; as she was forced to travel through dimension, and dimension fighting villains she hardly knew anything- besides what jess told- about! what she didn’t need was your bickering her ears about her job..about how she played apart on the team..the anger boiled in her stomach as she swiftly turned around to you; who was still babbling away about how awful of a job she was doing.

“ …honestly gwen..I’m surprised Miguel even picked you to be on this team! the only thing I’ve seen you do is fuck up..and cause extra work for the rest of us! “ you spoke; a grimace on your face; gwen didn’t understand why you didn’t like her; but all she knew was she didn’t like you either. “ maybe if your canon event went the way it was supposed to go…we wouldn’t be on the same team!” gwen shot back; and that made you pause for a minute, and her as well; your canon event was supposed to have your mom or your little sister die.. but instead; both ended up dying because the spot had held you defenseless for a second too long. a look of horror flashed across her face as she realized the words she just spoke; and she couldn’t even open her mouth to utter an apology.

“…wow…jesus..you really know where to hit the spot.” you spoke with a soft wince; and placed a hand over your heart, any normal person would’ve been mad at the mention of their dead relatives.. but you could acknowledge your constant bickering with gwen was possibly causing some sort of mental damage on her; and that she responded based off impulse instead of using her logical side and ignoring you; like she had been for the last few months.

gwen’s horror turned into a look of caution as you spoke; a chuckle leaving your lips. she was expecting some sort of double down remark.. maybe one about her dad trying to arrest her.. accusing her of murdering her best friend.. but that never came instead you turned around on your heel and left her alone..for the first time since she joined the team: that rendered her speechless.. she didn’t know what to say..

and it had been like that for months; whenever gwen saw you; she’d avoid eye contact, and avoid interacting with you at all.. to ashamed of herself to even attempt to talk.. to even try to apologize for her wrongdoings.. so she just left you alone. it wasn’t until one day she was sitting.. in hq with miles and hobie when you approached her and asked if you could speak with her in private.

the two guys she was with shot her a look of caution mixed with confusion and she looked at them and then you; before getting up and following you to the private place you had wanted to speak with her in.. a deep exhale was released from your lips as you guys finally were alone.

“ …listen I just..wanted to apologize-“

“ no! don’t.. I shouldn’t have been.. so mean those last few months.” you cut her off, and let out a weak chuckle; “ that’s actually what I wanted to talk to about.. to kinda explain my behavior.. I know it’s not exactly an excuse but.. along the days of whatever we have going on.. I’ve gotten.. more into you.. if you catch what I’m saying…?” you spoke carefully; your face was flushed, and hot.. so hot in fact gwen felt as if she could feel herself becoming hot too.. “ oh? well..still I shouldn’t have..ya know.” she spoke; gesturing towards bringing up your family’s death. “ so..why do you have it out for me..again?” she spoke; wanting to get back on topic with you; and that caused you to let out a chuckle

“ well.. somewhere along the way.. i realized I had a crush on you..and.. I didn’t..ya know.. wanna say anything.. because in every other universe gwen stacy -“

“ -dies..” gwen finished the sentence for you; and you gave a nod; “ so I’ve been trying to be as mean as I could to push you away.. but I don’t think I can do that anymore.. gwen.. i-i…I love you.” you placed a hand on her wrist; your eyes showing the sincerity of your feelings towards her.

her heart dropped.

she liked you too.. she couldn’t deny that! but..she didn’t..she didn’t want to die. every single variant of herself died after being in a relationship with spiderman.. every single one she could remember!

“ …no..” she mumbled as she pulled her hand back; “ …it’s not that I don’t…like you.. we can’t-“ she started; she struggled to find the words as you stared at her in utter confusion; “ we can’t be together…especially after..everything between us.. and the different versions of..us.” gwen mumbled the last part; in order to make it seem like the reason she didn’t want to try was the bad blood between you two.

“..oh..” you looked at her; shock in your eyes. you weren’t sure she liked you back but you certainly weren’t expecting this!

“ but-“ you started.. before she turned around and started to walk away.. you felt your heart shatter as she did this.. as she turned her back to you.. in your eyes.. you deserved it, you did push her away in such a harsh way.. you were selfish enough to confess to her.. while knowing every other version of her DIED.. after returning the feelings of spiderman.. but gwen didn’t think this.. she just..didn’t want to die

she was a scared teenage girl.. who saw no other option in this flawed system she had somehow gotten herself into.. other than to push away every single version of spiderman that liked her.. whether it be miles or you..

she refuses to be just another version of gwen stacy.. and have her story blurred between the lines of the other versions of herself.. no.

she was gonna live.