#and Morgan cuts him off 'stop with the I don't know you're in kid'

[lilliesthings]

hiiii it took me five hundred years but here you go @ajsbookreviews❤️

I really wanted to set this in S5 but Reid most definitely does not drink in S5 so here he's holding a non alcoholic drink of your choice because I'm not knowledgeable on what people drink in the US

[luveline]

bombshell!reader getting caught sleeping over at spencer's before making their established relationship public & the team still thinks spencer is uncomfortable with r's approaches. 🤭

Spencer bought you pyjamas. You're sick with secret pleasure at the fact, staring at yourself in every passing window and reflective surface. They're simple skinny knitted sweatpants and a matching hoodie, and it's not necessarily something you'd buy for yourself, but why would you ever complain? Spencer got you new clothes as a gift with no occasion or motive; you'd marry him now if you thought he'd say yes. 

Too bad he's still sleeping. 

You turn away from his kitchen window back to your cooking, an oiled frying pan sizzling hot on the stove, eggs browning at the edges as Spencer likes. Two twin mugs of hot coffee steam on the counter next to two plates of crispy bacon and toasted english muffins, deconstructed breakfast sandwiches. You're ninety percent sure he likes breakfast sandwiches. 

It's odd knowing enough about Spencer to fancy yourself in love with him, but being in a relationship that's so new that there are a thousand gaps. You know how he likes his eggs but not his bacon. Does he like melted cheese? Does he drink orange juice this early?

You'll have to ask him. If he's brave enough to ask you to stay the night, you can ask him about breakfast. 

It's getting way too hot in the kitchen. The opened window isn't cutting it. You hook your elbow into the hem of your hoodie and pull it over your head before folding them to set neatly aside. You feel cooler in your vest, if a little exposed. Good thing it's just you and Spence—

A knock rattles the door. "Reid, you home?" 

Well, I brought that on myself, you think with a laugh. You take the eggs off of the heat and wipe your oily fingers clean on a dish towel as you meander to the door. It's too early for running. 

"Hello, Derek," you say, opening the door with a put upon casualness. He blinks at you. He's wearing gym clothes, a sleeveless t-shirt and tight sweatpants. You wolf whistle before he can say hello himself. "Looking good. Early run?" 

"You're kidding," he says. 

"Am I ever? You look great! Did you want to come in– woah!" 

Deft-fingered hands pull you out of the doorway and firmly behind it. Spencer steps into your place, closing the door to a slit. "Hi, Morgan." 

"Reid. You're both kidding." 

"I don't know what you mean." Spencer rakes a hand through his sleep mussed hair. You try to ignore how much you enjoyed him moving you around. 

"Reid, I just saw her!" Morgan laughs more happily than incredulously. You can't see him but you can picture his smile and his slightly slouched posture, his arms crossed over his chest. "Since when do you guys bunk up? You're a jerk, you know that? I'm always telling her to stop bothering you, but now I'm thinking you like being bothered." 

"I never asked you to do that," Spencer says weakly. 

You nudge Spencer aside gently, popping your head back into Morgan's view. "My AC broke, my apartment's a hot hell. Reid let me come over." 

"Oh yeah?" Morgan asks, rolling his eyes. "That why he tried to hide you? What's so secret about broken AC?" 

"He's a genius, he's not perfect. I'm sure he was just trying to protect my decency. I'm not dressed for company." You put a more than friendly hand on Spencer's back, the dip of it like a tempting line under his thin sleep shirt. You want more than anything to dig under his shirt and feel along the curve of it. You'd pictured it this morning, eating eggs and drinking coffee under his arm, your fingertips tracing the short wall of stretch marks he has just above his coccyx.  

Spencer rolls with your lie as well as he's able to, which, having been caught off guard, is not very well at all. "Right. She's not wearing a bra." 

You snort. Morgan laughs and almost turns around to walk away. 

"Did you want breakfast?" Spencer asks weakly. He sounds resigned to his fate. Skewed, he uses the hand furthest away from you to reach behind his back and squeeze your hand in a swift apology. 

"I'll pass, man." Morgan pulls his cap down a touch. "Sounds like you're having breakfast fit for two." 

[erinfern0]

cutting the cord

spencer reid x explosives specialist!gn!reader

— gender-neutral nicknames, gender-neutral anatomy, only pronouns used are you, they, etc.

summary: the team struggles with a group who planned to plant a bomb in a town hall to spread awareness of their cause. as the only technicians available in the area are busy with another emergency, Spencer finds himself calling you, the closest off-duty technician he knew, despite how much he hates the idea.

warnings: emotional, angst(?), some swearing, love confession, and obviously stress, anxiety and fear for your life, etc. cliffhanger

a/n: this was highly inspired by episode 'hero worship' from season 10 of Criminal Minds. I haven't written anything besides smut for such a long time I wanted to give something like this a try. Itt's also over like 2,5k words long--- (I'm so sorry i don't even know how i wrote it)

Doomsday Prophets - The group they were tracking started off small, with a bunch of troubled, unsupervised teenagers led by their online guru, who believed the system was too flawed to even try to repair it. They spent their first months spreading their agenda with countless flayers and graffiti murals all over the most popular places in the city. No one knew his real name, just the internet alias of doomsking130. Even the great Garcia couldn't track him in time before one of his sidekicks got brutally beaten for trying to leave.

Countless informants, and hours spent in interrogation rooms with lower-ranked members and the injured boy, lead them to the leader struggling with psychosis and an overwhelming god complex. He believed the only way to get people's attention was to set a bomb in a nearby town hall in the early morning hours, showing even the government can't protect people from the truth, at least that's what the team thought.

He never even thought there might be security guards waiting for him, informed about his plans by the FBI. As soon as they saw him entering the building via security cameras, they called no other than SSA Hotchner, who had warned them earlier that something like this might happen soon. His team quickly moved into action, hoping they could stop him before he set up the bomb, just to avoid getting help from Bomb Techs.

“Dave, you and I go from the staff-only entry on the left, Morgan and Jareau take the right window, the security guard who called left it open,” said Agent Hotchner, pointing the right directions to his team, watching them split. “Reid and Callahan, you enter the front and look for any worker left in the building.”

Everyone nodded in understanding, splitting and running to their destinations with their guns in their hands. Dr. Reid could feel a tiny drop of sweat running down his brow as he pointed another person toward the front door. People ran away in fear but kept their mouths closed not to alarm the criminals' leader.

Some time passed, leading the team to the building's basement, where the leader set up his life's biggest achievement. A small-looking detonator, connected to two canisters of gasoline, was set next to the power outlet. The arrest was quick, he didn't try any games or to run away, he simply allowed Agent Rossi to cuff him, because the damage was done.

Or was about to be done.

The bomb was already set, giving the team one and a half hours to deal with it as the unsub refused to help. He screamed about how the government tries to control the youngest of all to be their mindless little soldiers. How the system was set to manipulate the youth into dying for the country that didn't care about them. He laughed as Agent Morgan inspected the bomb from a distance.

“Y'all are a part of their games, agents,” he spat as agent Rossi guided him to the door. “All I spread is the truth, you're just too blind to see them using you. My kids won't stop opening people's eyes, even when you take me away! The Doomsday will come as they realize they'd been lied to...”

“Aren't you even worse?” Asked Morgan, crossing his arms with a displeased look on his face.

"How so?" Asked the man, suspiciously calm and smug as he raised his head proudly.

"Well, technically speaking even if what you're saying is true, the government uses us to help other people who can't protect themselves from people like you," said Reid, staring at the man as if he were trying to look at his soul. "You on the other hand pressure troubled teens into doing your dirty work to feed your ever-growing god complex, which almost led one of them to death."

The unsub seemed to be confused, that little frown on his brows, mindlessly staring into the wall behind Dr. Reid as he parted his lips as if he was about to speak.

"Seems like you used up your limit," taunted Callahan, smirking at him as he opened his mouth again.

He started trashing his arms around in Rossi's grip, spitting something out in some Slavic language they couldn't understand.

“That's enough,” murmured Rossi, tightening his grip and taking the criminal outside, leading him to the car parked in front of the building alongside Callahan.

“I'll call the Techs,” said Hotchner, heading outside to get his phone.

Some minutes later he came back with his arms crossed and that strange, disappointed look.

"And?" Asked Morgan, looking around the room, kneeling beside the bomb, and inspecting it closer.

"They might or may not be here in an hour, there was another emergency, supposedly done by the Dooms Prophets," said Agent Hotchner, looking at all of his people who stayed inside.

"He planned this better than we thought," whispered Jennifer, looking at him with concern. "The kids must have lied..."

"Or he didn't trust all of them, the ones we got to speak with were younger, less devoted. He wouldn't trust them with that information," added Reid, standing beside Morgan.

"Yeah, but if he really treated them like prophets for the close-minded folks, he wouldn't change his mind from a long-lasting plan to something so quick," murmured Derek, looking up at his teammates.

"This was his plan all along, he knew he'd be caught. He just hoped his Prophets would continue his work without him," Reid chimed in, looking around to only see his teammates confused faces. "His nickname was 'doomsking130'… The bomb was set to an hour and a half," he added, looking at his watch, then the device. "I think the attack and the emergency wasn't his idea, it's his followers who tried to continue his work on their own."

They all stared at one another, nodding in agreement while processing his words, following up on the idea of their Boy Genius.

Morgan turned his head slightly to look at the messy-haired doctor. "This shit is too complicated, nothin' I've seen yet, this guy is a smart one," he whispered, shaking his head softly. "I can't deal with this... I'm sorry."

"Not your fault, Derek. We'll wait for the Techs," assured Hotchner, patting his agent's back as he stood up away from the bomb.

"There is no time," said Jareau, turning her head to her team. "You said they 'may or may not' be here in an hour, and we already lost a few minutes, they might be too late."

The atmosphere in the room felt heavier as Agent Rossi came back to the room, saying he got the local police to drag the leader to the station, while Kate called her family to inform them she'd be late. He felt as disappointed and worried as everyone, making sure to keep the pregnant agent safe, away from the building as the rest searched for a solution for a few more minutes.

"Reid," started Morgan, turning to face his friend. "Doesn't your lovebird know how to deal with those?"

"Um, yeah, they worked in the bomb disposal department, but decided to take a break from this a while back," he answered, already frowning his brows at the dreadful idea.

"Would they be able to disarm it?" joined Hotchner, crossing his arms as he listened.

"I think so..." he said unsurely, his hands shaking slightly at scenarios running through his head. "It wouldn't be exactly legal to bring them here, just for your information."

"Would be quicker than the actual technicians," noticed Jareau, looking at Spencer with a soft, understanding look on her face. She knew exactly how much it had to scare him, but like everyone else — she couldn't see another way.

"If they don't feel like doing it, we'll just have to wait for the Bomb Techs, as a civilian now, they shouldn't feel pressured into risking so much," reminded Hotchner, looking at Dr. Reid with a glimpse of sympathy.

"But saving some time would be nice," said Morgan unapologetically, moving closer to Reid. "They live only a few blocks away, local police could escort them and secure the area."

Jennifer came up to Spencer, slowly wrapping an arm around him, soothing his tense muscles. She saw the distress in his eyes, but just like the doctor, she didn't like the idea.

"I'll call," decided Spencer, closing his eyes to calm down. "They live around eight minutes away from here, but-"

"It's up to them," assured Hotchner, nodding his head in understanding. "I'll make some calls, to make sure they won't get into any trouble if they decide to come."

Getting a call from Spencer so early in the morning was usual, so you left your book on the side of the couch, paying your full attention to his words. He spoke quickly, almost too quickly as he tried to summarize everything in the shortest amount of time possible, making it hard for you to interrupt him. Just the tiredness and distress in his voice made you melt, gathering your kit before he could even finish his ramble.

You didn't hesitate, jumping into the police car he talked about that escorted you right to the town hall, passing the barrier blocks and reporters who tried to talk to you. You covered your face with your hood, knowing too well not to talk to them, especially that you weren't there exactly legally. Passing agents Rossi and Callahan, you waved at them, getting polite nods as they watched you disappear into the building.

You walked as quickly as possible, guided by the deputy that drove you there. Something felt different, deep inside of you as you ran downstairs to the basement. It wasn't the first time you got an urgent call to help disarm a bomb, that was your entire life for the past few years, but just reminding yourself of Spencer's voice made your heart beat a little faster.

"SSA Aaron Hotchner," said the tall man who stood in the middle of the room, nodding his head as he shook your hand. He was the only member of the team you didn't have the chance to meet. You introduced yourself. Just hearing your own specialist title fall from your lips felt so distant as you were on a break for the past few months.

You nodded to everyone, only locking eyes with Spencer, who got closer as if just his presence was meant to protect you. "Agent Hotchner," you started, looking away from your boyfriend to kneel beside the device, opening your kit of tools in a hurry. "Evacuate the building and the area, I'll do my best but with devices like this..."

"I understand," he assured, letting Morgan and Jareau leave the room. There was only one more person who didn't budge beside him. "Reid?"

You looked to your side, watching Spencer shake his head and roll his sleeves up. "I'd like to stay," he said as if it was nothing, not even looking at his superior.

"It's your call," said Hotchner, looking at him with worry, but he left the basement. You knew if you weren't so important to Spencer he'd never allow this kind of behavior, but you could feel your blood boil at just the idea of him staying.

"Leave," you said simply, knowing how dangerous it was for him. At that moment, you didn't even care for yourself, you've done this a million times, but risking his life...

"Not a chance," he replied, reaching for your flashlight to help you. You could see the way his hands started shaking then he lifted it and it started to break your heart.

"You can't do this, Spence," you whispered breathlessly, focusing your eyes on the device. Two detachable components connected only by a few wires, a wide panel to control the bomb was already turned off the moment the time was set and two big canisters of gasoline beside just to make the explosion more dangerous.

"I can and I will," he said firmly, watching your skilled fingers run over the bomb to carefully detach the two parts.

"For fucks sake, Spencer," you sighed, already feeling the way your lip quivered with every word. "I can't promise you anything, I can't do this to you..."

"I'm not leaving," he repeated through gritted teeth, looking up at you from under his messy hair, covering most of his face as he spoke. "And stop trying to convince me otherwise."

You wiped the tears that spilled from your eyes as they followed one wire after another, watching the way they split and connected to find the one to cut. There were way more than in a usual device and just from the look of it, you knew some of them were just decoys, not really connected to any part, not activating anything, just being there to fuck with the mind of the person who dared to try defusing it.

"I can't focus when all I can think of is this killing you," you whispered, your voice breaking with every passing second. "Leave me here, I need to do this alone... I can't risk your life like this. You mean too much not only to me but to your team, your mom, the people who will need the help of an actual genius, so please, just spare me the talking and get out when you still have the chance. It's so selfish to even think..."

His calm and soft voice stopped you in the middle of your monologue. Tears kept falling down your face as you recognized the words he spoke. The stubborn bastard couldn't even fathom the idea of leaving you to this by yourself. Despite how scared he was inside, he kept his cool, reciting one of your favorite books from memory.

You inhaled deeply, feeling yourself growing more steady and calm, your muscles relaxing with every paragraph. Despite biting into your lip harshly, you didn't feel the pain, the tears were gone and the annoyingly fast heartbeat eased.

Spencer kept his eyes glued to your fingers as he took breaths in between each sentence, only glimpsing up a you for a second every time you cut another decoy wire to clear your way to the actual ones.

The time seemed to stop despite the timer showing you almost an hour passed already, leaving you with only a few minutes to neutralize the threat. You wiped your face in your hoodie, getting rid of sweat and tears as you cut through the last decoy, leading you to analyze the actual device.

You caught the cord you thought was the right one with your scissors, swallowing harshly at just the idea of you being wrong. You reached your free hand to the side, mindlessly searching for his. Doing this was not only risking the lives of you and Spencer but potentially unaware people who happened to be close by. Your heart sped up drastically as you made the decision.

Looking up, you saw Spencer who stopped mid-sentence. A look of worry passed through his face as he intertwined your fingers, his other hand resting on the back of your head, soothing you by slowly moving his fingers through your hair.

"Spencer," you whispered breathlessly, a stray tear running down your cheek, leaving him to quickly wipe it off with a soft smile."I love you..."

His smile only grew bigger as looked at you, that familiar sparkle in his eye shining brightly at you. His eyes were teary, but he didn't let any tears spill as he nodded. Those puppy eyes stared at you with the most love you've ever seen.

"I know," he whispered back, his voice cracking as he looked down at your hands.

You felt like the whole world crushed over you as he didn't say those words back, unlike he did a million times before. Your heart sank but you just looked down, brows frowned as you focused not to lose all composure you had left.

For a split second, the basement was filled with eerie silence as you pushed down on the scissors, cutting the cord in half.

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[shojizbae]

My Rave Babies

Spencer Reid x Reader

rave baby part two

For three weeks, your coworkers had been barraged nonstop about your scandalous habits. "So, listen to any good EDM?" or " Going to any parties?" had been ringing in my ears all week. The team had managed to sneak in puns during a case.

"Well, that sheriff was just raving, man." Derek leaned against the counter and brought a paper cup to his mouth

"Enough," I groan and toss my head back

"C'mon, you can't just tell us you used to go to raves and then not take us," Emily explains

"We are in the dead of the midwest. Will a serial rapist be on the loose, and you're thinking about going to a rave?" I fill up a paper cup with coffee

"Well, do you know of any back home?" JJ offers, sliding effortlessly into the conversation.

"JJ, you have kids," I whine

"Will can watch them for the night." She refutes

"I can't. I'm going back to the murder case before this town is traumatized further." It's a less effective duck-out, but it draws attention away. Hotch gives me a bit of a look as I rejoin a discussion with an exhausted look.

"I hope you didn't stay up all night partying." He teases

"No, I got a full night's rest. I'm ready to take this guy in." Deny. Deny. Deny.

The case came to a close two days later, with the man castrating himself and then slitting his throat. Unfortunately, the connection that all of the victims had was that they frequented the same club. An EDM / Rocker club with very Rave-like vibes. The jokes flew on the plane ride home.

"Alright, alright, fine. I'm going to call my old friend. She'll let me know what's going on in town."

"Really?" Morgan jumps at the statement

"Yeah, don't make me regret this."

~

It was four days later that a festival would be in town for the weekend. I informed the team that tickets needed to be bought. I also let them know they should be on high alert for roofies and perverts. Skimpy clothes and loud music were catalysts for freaks.

"So you're really knocking the dust off?" Morgan holds an FBI mug up to his lips. He's got an all too-full-of-himself grin on his smug little face.

"Yeah, you're coming too?"

"Yeah, so is Emily."

"And me!" JJ holds each of my shoulders, "I'm so excited, Will hasn't stopped ogling the outfit in my closet. He said he needed to borrow some floss and held it up on the hanger."

"Is anyone else coming?"

"Yeah, Penelope and Spencer," Emily says

"Reid?" I nearly snort my coffee out

"That's my name." He traipses into the kitchen and dumps half the can of sugar into his mug.

"I figured a rave would be a little out of your comfort zone. You're really coming?"

"I-i-It is. But I'm trying some exposure therapy."

"I thought that has been disproven." Emily counters

"Clinically, yes. But some of the results of those who have conquered fear through exposure therapy are too nice to pass up. You know, in recent studies-"

"Yeah, we get it you're going." Derek cuts him off

"So, have you picked out an outfit?"

"It's no Halloween, but I figured I should just wear what I always do."

"What?"

~

The night came faster than I had expected. One night, I was filling out a report on a serial arsonist; the next, I was tying myself into a bikini and zipping up giant platform boots. I put on a silky kimono to disguise the scandalous outfit. We all taxied to the nearby party meeting to get our tickets and a wristband checked. Emily and JJ looked phenomenal. Penelope was show-stopping, though. A galaxy-printed dress, giant boots, and fishnets, bejeweled with bracelets and a bucket hat.

Derek was primarily shirtless, though he found a neon fishnet shirt and tactical boots over some burning man cargo shorts. Finally, Reid was the last of the group. Surrounded by a thousand people in their skivvies, he stuck out like a sore thumb in gray slacks, a purple pinstripe button-down, and a sweater vest. The most crazy part of his outfit was his mismatched DC and Marvel socks.

"Wow, you look-"

"You look," I motion up and down at him. "You know, for the youngest on the team, you look like you're babysitting." He laughs, but it seems like he's shriveling on himself.

"Don't worry, you look great," I reassure and slide my hand up and down his bicep reassuringly. Even if I'm typically a touchy person that gesture might seem too forward for coworkers so I retract my arm awkwardly.

"Dang, (Y/n), where were you hiding that body?" Emily came and patted me on the ass and then slung her arm over my shoulder.

"Ok, tipsy, why don't we get you some water?" I unfurl her from me

"That sounds great," Reid clears his throat. "My throat is feeling a little dry." Emily wraps herself around me, and JJ slings an arm over Reid's shoulder. Morgan follows behind us, and we find some bottles of water that are way overpriced. Music begins to bump behind us, and I drag the group into the heart of the crowd. Morgan rears off when he finds some girls eyeballing him. Penelope follows Derek to a group of fun.

JJ and Emily stay close by but jump and sway with the thrumming music. Reid looks out of place like a black sheep.

"DOC!" I shout over the loud music

"Yeah!"

"You look stiff!" I jump around and scream at him.

"I'm not much of a dancer. Maybe I should just go home."

"What?" I stop jumping. C'mon, you've just got to feel the music." I take a step closer. Thanks to the giant shoes I wear, I'm much closer to his face than I usually am. I loop my fingers into the belt loops on his hips and take another step closer. "C'mon, man, you've just got to feel the rhythm." with my hands, I make him sway his hips to the beat. With a bit of encouragement, he starts to do so by himself.

"Ok, just jump around. Let yourself feel free." I twist and jump to the ear-splitting music. He raises his arms apprehensively, and I fling mine on top of him to show him it's fine. With my permission, he raises them and starts to flail freely.

"Alright, pretty boy, get into it." Derek teases

"Don't listen to him. You look great." I jump and swing my arms like a toddler. Lost in the moment, I spin around to show off my back and shake my hips. I lose my control and dance like a maniac. I back up onto Reid and sway with him. As I feel eyes on us, Reid jumps away from me.

"Are you two having fun?" JJ drawls

"Have you been drinking?" I shout

"A lot!" She responds

"I'm having so much fun. Why did you stop this?" Emily screams

"The hangover you'll have tomorrow? Yeah, have fun taking a jet ride with your ears trying to compress into your skull. And one time I caught a nasty STI from hooking up with someone in a port-a-potty."

"What ew," Emily fake retches.

"Don't worry, I took antibiotics." The music came thrumming through the speakers as a new DJ started their set. Immediately, I recognized her and started leaping like a manic shrimp. "Oh my god, I love this song!" I twisted around and grabbed each of Reid's wrists.

"C'mon, dance with me!" my mind disappeared in the bass. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of my feet pounding into the dirt and the occasional collision of Spencer's limbs. Slowly, the thrumming of the tempo migrated to my ankles.

"Alright, it has been a long time since I've danced like this. I need a break."

"Yeah, I don't think these are the best dance shoes either." there's sweat on his brow, but he holds up one of his feet to show off the brown loafers.

"Let's find the rest of the group," I whisper scream in his ear. In the proximity, I feel my torso press to his. I nearly roll my ankle and he catches me by my hip. He stands me back up and steadies my hips.

"Ok, let's get you to a cab," We find Derek quickly. He only has one girl who won't let go of his bicep tonight. Emily, JJ, and Penelope cling back to us, and we leave the grounds all slightly limping. We all file into a taxi and people filter out of the car slowly.

"I think I'm going to get out here and just take the metro home." JJ and I are the only two left in the vehicle as Penelope gets out of the car.

"What no, just stay in the car. I'll drive you home."

"No, that's far too much."

"I could drive you home." JJ offers as we turn down the corner of her street."

"No, you live further than her."

"Reid, I'll drive you home," I demand.

"Alright, you two have a good night." JJ slinks out of the cab, and we watch Will open the door, and she leaps into his arms.

'the kids are sleeping.' I read from his lips

"They're going to have a fun night." I snort. Reid shrinks on himself again. "C'mon, you've had to have some sort of fun like this."

"No,"

"No?" The cab takes us to my neighborhood, and we get out. Reid insists on paying the driver. I let him in and opened the front door. He takes the same space on my couch and groans from the pain. I bring two cans of lemon seltzer water and slump down with my legs across his lap on the couch. I crack the cans and hand one to him.

"Oh, thank you," he takes it, and I take a big slurp of mine. I extend a foot up and put my ankle near his face

"Could you unzip me?"

Uh, uh, sure." He holds my ankle and tugs the zipper down the inside of my calf. Once it's down, I use my other foot to push it off with my other foot. I hold up the second foot and he obeys, tugging off himself.

"Thank you, I roll, crack my ankles, and sigh in relief. "Whew, those were killing me." I start to roll down my thigh-high fishnets.

"Uh, would you like to go to the bedroom to get changed?"

"No, I'm fine like this." I pull the second sock off. I readjust the slipper kimono and tug one of my blankets up my shoulders. I twist around to lie on Reid's chest, straddling his leg.

"Uh, what are you,"

"I'm tired, Spencer." I dig into his chest with my own and loop my arms around his neck. I readjust myself even more around him. His tie stabbed me in my temple, and I tugged it off his chest.

"Uh (Y/n), what are you-"

"Calm down," I say, undoing his top buttons for the skin-to-skin contact my body craves. Your chest is warm." I cuddle into it and kiss his collar.

"I had a good night, Spencer," I sink further into his frame and pull the blanket on harder. I feel a hand thread its way into my hair but dreamland takes me away.

"I had a good night too."

[defire]

Back to the Dregs Part 5

Part 1 Next

Content: Beating, injuries, gaslighting, memories of child abuse including burning, gang violence, restraints

Michael ground his teeth as he tried to think of a way out that hadn't already failed.

He was trapped in a truck with the Westside Kids. His hands, zip-tied between his back, were numbly resting on the gap of skin between pj top and bottom. He was hyperventilating as Jordie seemed to be deciding whether to finish breaking his ribs. If his lung was penetrated, he could drown in his own blood. His breaths puffed against the floor as he struggled onto his knees, resting his head on the floor.

"Wait, please--" He groaned.

Jordie stepped toward him and Michael saw his leg pull back.

"Jordie I'm sorry!" He said desperately.

He cringed with his cheek to the floor as he awaited the next kick, but Jordie's foot came down on the floor instead.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Jordie panted.

Michael trembled, bound hands curling to fists.

"That's all you wanted?" His voice was low.

Jordie didn't answer, but Pete stepped closer.

"Now, sit up, kid. And listen to me."

Michael ground his teeth. He couldn't even keep track of his thoughts at all anymore, and his back was hurting like fuck and getting hot.

He forced his head off the ground and grunted at the pain in his ribs when he moved.

"Can I just, listen from here, Pete?" He panted.

His answer was a kick in the shoulder that sent him back-first into the wall of the truck, jarring his collarbone and forcing more air out of his damaged lungs.

"What--ugh--" He grimaced, trying to keep tears out of his voice as he pushed himself back with his legs.

"We haven't even got to the good part yet." Jordie sneered.

"Calm down, Michael." Pete said. "For now, all you need to know is, as long as you comply and don't be a baby about this, you'll be fine."

Michael clenched his jaw with frustration.

"Who knows, maybe this conflict goes well for you, and you end up safe with the Huers again."

"Safe, huh." Michael closed his eyes as his chest tightened with anxiety.

So getting caught by the Huers was the good option? Fuck.

Joseph Huer and his son, Morgan, were the only living "relatives" Michael had.

He had a good reason not to associate with them anymore.

It all flashed through his head in the time it took for him to blink a couple times.

"No, Mr. Huer." He heard his fifteen-year-old self grind out the words. "I'm not running your damn drugs. I'm not going to juvie for your stupid 'business'."

His voice had cracked all over that declaration. He knew, when Joseph Huer snapped his fingers and called,

"Morgan!" He had made a fucking mistake.

He tried not to remember the sizzling. He focused on the struggling, the screaming for help that was choked off by Morgan's grip on his throat. The way his feet burned--no, no!

"...No." Michael realized was saying it out loud, and bit his tongue.

He looked up at his kidnappers, fighting the urge to scream and throw himself at the doors, to provoke them, to make the thoughts stop.

The car turned and bumped over grass for a moment.

"Behave." Pete said. "Got it?"

Michael gritted his teeth.

"I don't cooperate with criminals."

"Ironic." Gabe laughed.

Pete smiled condescendingly, pulling out his piece. The Taurus.

"Oh, a Taurus." Michael said, forcing part of a smile. "Nice choi--"

"Beretta." The man cut him off. "Now you can either agree to behave or we can gag you. If I think you're actually going to escape, I'll just shoot you. Your only chance to live is by coming with us quietly. Got it, Michael?"

Michael glared as the truck shut off.

Then he took a breath and shouted,

"Help! I'm being kid--"

He broke off as Jordie slapped him.

"You were warned, bitch."

Slam. Slam. Smack. Slam. Jordie beat Michael's face into the side of the truck over and over.

Blood was running freely down his face by the time they dragged him into a smelly brick building by the arms, barely walking. It smelled like gasoline and cars, and as he plodded up the stairs, face feeling like a pounding mass of pulp, he heard his breaths coming ragged.

The upper floor was a huge, all-wood place, with rafters bare and piles of boxes and plastic crates being the only dividers in the room. Moonlight came in through a window on the far end of the room.

Michael was taken to a corner that was surrounded by crates, which were mostly covered by a few tarps and sheets.

When Jordie let go of his arm, he sank to his knees with a groan. He was hurting so much. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He'd bitten his tongue, and was now dribbling blood, unwilling to swallow it.

"So can we..." Someone said.

"Not till those bruises set." Pete said.

As a few electric lanterns were turned on, there was the tramp of heavy boots as a really big guy clomped over.

"Hey, no luck?" He said.

"You wish." Gabe said, gesturing to where Michael sat, drooling blood onto the picture of charmander on the leg of his pj's.

"Hey, how ya feeling?" The guy smiled and squatted down to get on Michael's level. "Hard night, I bet?"

Gabe scoffed.

"I--ungh." Michael's tongue ached.

"Hey," The guy patted Michael's shoulder, and he cringed. "Hey, no hard feelings. Sorry for the rough treatment. They don't mean anything by it, okay? Come on, look at me. Come on." His fingers teased gently under Michael's chin, encouragingly.

Michael lifted his wincing face up to look i nto the face of the speaker. He wasn't masked, just a stocking cap.

Pete and some of the others moved off a ways to talk amongst themselves.

"Hey, I'm Chris." The guy said, then paused, then asked again, "How ya feelin?"

Michael dropped his head with a small shake, hair falling forward on either side of his face.

"Hey Chris." He slurred, trying not to use his tongue. "My hands, so numb, and they ache."

He was so afraid. It had dulled to a slow pound of anxiety under the ache in his face and ribs. Something bad was going to happen to him. He wasn't going to let on how scared he was.

"Hey," Chris's voice dropped lower as he wiped tears and blood off Michael's cheek with his thumb. "It's not that bad, huh?" His tone changed when he saw Michael shudder. "...You fought hard, didn't you." He said.

Michael glared at him.

"I've seen my share of battles, so to speak." Chris said.

"Me too." Michael said. "Enough to know that you're just as much of a bastard as the rest of em. Maybe more."

Chris winced.

"Don't try to act nice, Chris." Michael raised his head again slowly. "I'm too tired for all that ssshit... Can you at least let my hands go? I'm going to get nerve damage..."

"The room's almost ready, man." Chris was a little colder now. "Look. I know it's been a hard night, so I'll chalk it up to that, but you'll probably be with us for awhile. If I were you, I'd consider making it easier on yourself. Honey catches the fly, you know?"

Michael shook his head, trying not to cry at the words "with us for awhile".

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," He started muttering, grinding his teeth to keep from crying.

At that moment, Pete came back, gun out, pointing more toward Michael's leg than anything.

The words his foster father had said that day flashed through his mind.

"Make sure he can't run to the police, that way."

Mr. Huer had said that as Morgan squished Michael's face into the rug, while Mr. Huer drew the heated poker out of the fire.

Don't burn my feet. Michael thought. It was like a mantra that his thoughts made every time this memory came back. He hadn't gotten to say it because Morgan was half-suffocating him. Even his scream had sounded more like a wheeze than anything, even though the pain had been the worst thing he'd ever felt in his life.

"Let that teach you not to speak that way to me." Mr. Huer had said.

Michael was snapped back to the present by a light slap on his bruised face. He winced hard as pain echoed into his skull.

"Michael." Jordie said. "Come on. Let's go."

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[gaysullengirl]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐧. i know what its like

❝ i'm tired of feeling like im fucking crazy. ❞

- lana del rey, ride

    "Reid." Hotch narrowed his eyes at him, "I apologize." Hotch continued.

"I don't." Spencer mumbled, just loud enough for Isabelle to hear, she bit her lip to stop a laugh from slipping out.

"We've heard those phrases before When we interview school shooters." Isabelle explained to the oblivious counselor.

Emily rushed into the room, "Jordan was the motive for Kyle Borden, it was revenge."

"I need to speak to the boys who made this video immediately."

"I'll check their class schedules." The counselor scrambled to his computer to find out, his face dropped immediately, "What is it?"

"None of them show up at school."

୨୧

The local police station smelled of finger printing ink and old coffee, Isabelle enjoyed the smell, it reminded her of when she was a detective for the nypd.

The team heard the familiar sound of Garcia urgently typing on her computer through the phone call, "He deleted everything but the one mpeg." She sighed.

"I'm walking Morgan through retrieving what he put in the trash, but-"

"We've got three missing kids, Garcia, we need access to Owen's E-Mail." Hotch clenched his jaw.

"The kid is tech savvy, sir, but fret not, I am tech savvier!" She exclaimed, "Is that a word? That sounds like a word, if it is a word, I am it!"

"Two alienated kids, no maternal presence, dysfunctional relationships with dominating fathers who with held love, they were made for each other." Rossi said.

Emily shook her head, "Mm, as lovers, yes, but partners in crime, no."

"There's nothing in Jordan's profile that indicates she's capable of violence, and certainly not murder."

"A new mpeg just posted to the school social networking site." Garcia breathed heavily, "He- you need to see this."

A video popped up on the screen, it was of three boys, all on their knees while their hands were on their head infront on a lake.

"It was a joke, man!" One of the boys said, "We didn't mean anything by it!" Another boy shouted, "It was 3 years ago, no one even remembers it." The last boy argued.

"I do." A voice behind the camera said.

"No, owen!" "Don't! Don't!" "Please! No-" The three boys pleaded, they were cut off by gunshots ringing out.

"Garcia, is there any way to trace the mpeg to the computer that sent it?"

୨୧

"Once you've heard the profile, you'll understand." Jj told the officers that were gathered around.

Hotch, Rossi, and Spencer went to the scene where the boys were killed and figured out Owen was collecting injustices- the perfect revenge.

"We are wasting time, Owen is here, and we should be knocking on doors." An officer argued. 

"It's not a good idea." "And why is that?" "Because Owen's watching, he's monitoring the news, right now, he thinks you think he's gone, he feels safe."

"If we start knocking on doors, he's gonna know that he's not, he's gonna feel trapped."

"Why the hell should we care about this little bastard's feelings?" Another officer chimed in.

Isabelle gritted her teeth, "We're here to help you bring in Owen Savage with minimum loss of life, the profile tells us how to do that, if all you're gonna do is bitch and complain then you can leave." She scoffed.

Spencer smiled at her, "Owen Savage fits the profile of a type of school shooter known as an injustice collector, he's trying to avenge perceived wrongs."

"If he's a school shooter, why hasn't he hit the school yet?"

"Jordan. Most of these guys are so angry and hopeless, they just want to kill as many people as possible then commit suicide." Emily explained.

"But Jordan gives him a reason to live."

Isabelle glanced at Spencer 'He gives me a reason to live.' She thought.

Isabelle hated that in so twisted way she related to Owen- she almost felt bad for him in a way.

Growing up in a small town and constantly being the outsider- no matter how hard he tried to fit in and find the acceptance of his peers he never did.

"Otherwise he's a textbook case, his life was one torment after another, his teachers gave up on him, his classmates bullied him, and his father blamed him while giving him access to guns." Spencer said.

"Given these conditions, you're actually quite fortunate." He added.

"It sounds like you're saying these victims deserved this."

"We're not, nobody deserves this." Derek said.

"But you could have prevented it." Spencer lowered his eyes at the officer.

"Reid, can I talk to you?" Hotch said, it was framed as a question but was more of a statement.

The two walked into an empty conference room only a few moments later they exited, Spencer stormed to the exit of the precinct.

Isabelle walked over to Hotch, "He's going to the Savages' residence." Hotch whispered, his eyes still focused on Spencer.

"Can I go with him?" She asked, Hotch's eyes darted to her face, profiling her.

"It's just- his room was really interesting and insightful, his mirror was painted over indicating severe self hatred-" "You can go." Hotch cut her off.

Isabelle quickly ran to the parking lot, getting into the suv parked outside.

"What are you doing?" Spencer asked, "I'm going with you. Hotch said I could."

Spencer just nodded and started driving.

A few minutes into the drive he turned to Isabelle, "I know what it's like to be afraid of your own mind." He admitted.

Isabelle immediately faced him, "I'm not." She lied, she wasn't just trying to convince him but herself as well.

Isabelle hated feeling crazy, when her feeling controlled her rather than her controlling them.

"I've seen the way you've been reacting this whole case." He looked to her.

"Isa, honey, I know you."

authors note!

sorry for the short chapter, next one will be longer trust🤞also i'm finally done with my school year so more consistent updates are afoot!

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 13 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly) , PHYSICAL ABUSE (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 979

A/N: How we feeling about the chapter? As stated always, this story is cross posted to my Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

Dean had barely pulled into the driveway when he noticed something was off. Julia's car was parked haphazardly, and her usually tidy yard looked like it had been neglected. It had been a week since he'd dropped her off after the Wendigo hunt, and she had gone completely silent—no texts, no calls. And that wasn't like Julia.

After cutting the engine, Dean headed up to her front door, already on edge. He knocked once, then twice, harder the second time, listening for any sign of movement inside. When the door finally creaked open, Julia stood there, looking pale and worn down, a shadow of the woman he'd been fighting monsters with just days ago.

But what hit Dean hardest was the black eye she was sporting. His jaw clenched, anger bubbling up in his chest instantly.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded, stepping inside without being invited.

Julia closed the door behind him and leaned against it, avoiding his gaze. "Nothing," she mumbled, her voice hollow.

"Bullshit." Dean's voice was sharp, sharper than he intended, but he couldn't help it. He pointed at her bruised face. "That doesn't look like 'nothing,' Julia. Who did this?"

She sighed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as if she could protect herself from the weight of his question. "It's not important."

"It sure as hell is," Dean growled, stepping closer. "If someone put their hands on you, they're gonna wish they hadn't."

Julia shook her head. "Dean, just drop it, okay? I've had enough for one week."

Dean's eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. Something was seriously wrong, and he wasn't leaving until he got the full story.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Julia relented. "My mom passed away. Last week."

Dean blinked, taken aback. He hadn't known. "Jesus, Julia... I didn't know. I'm sorry."

She shook her head again, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Yeah, well... I didn't go to the funeral. My dad's pissed about it. We had a little... altercation at her grave when I stopped by to pay my respects."

"Your dad did that to you?" Dean's voice was deadly calm, but the anger simmering beneath it was unmistakable.

Julia gave him a humorless laugh. "I guess I didn't expect anything else. He's always been that way—always ready to throw a punch when things don't go his way. This time was just... the last straw. I'm done with him. I'm done with all of them."

Dean could feel his blood boiling, his hands itching to hit something—or someone—but he forced himself to stay calm for her sake. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was softer now, the anger replaced with concern.

"Because it's not your problem," she said, finally meeting his eyes. "And because I didn't want to make it one."

Dean frowned, his anger fading, replaced with something deeper. "You're wrong about that, Julia. You're my... friend, and you don't have to go through this crap alone."

Julia exhaled shakily, and for the first time since he'd walked through the door, she seemed to let her guard down. "I've been going through it alone for most of my life, Dean. That's why I was always at Bobby's. Anytime my family got too much, I'd run to him. It was like... my safe place."

Dean's expression softened as the pieces started falling into place. "Bobby never mentioned that."

Obviously you idiot, you never even met her until a year after his death.

"He didn't know the full extent," she admitted. "I didn't want to burden him with all my baggage. I just... he taught me how to fight, how to shoot, how to stand up for myself. Gave me the tools I needed to get the hell out of that house and not look back."

Dean felt his throat tighten. He understood that. God, did he understand that. Bobby had been more than a mentor for him, too. "You weren't a burden, Julia. Bobby would've been proud of you for how strong you've become."

Julia swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. "I just didn't want to let him down."

Dean stepped closer, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. "You didn't. And you're not alone in this, okay? You've got me, and you've got Sam. We're your family now."

She nodded, the tension in her body easing just a little. "Thanks, Dean."

Dean's gaze lingered on her bruised face. "You sure you're okay?"

"I will be," she said, her voice steadier now. "I just... need to move on. I'm done with my dad, and I'm done letting that part of my life control me."

Dean's jaw flexed, but he didn't push it any further. "If he ever touches you again..."

"He won't," Julia said firmly. "Because I'm not giving him the chance."

Dean nodded, respecting her decision. But that didn't stop the anger that burned in his chest, knowing someone had hurt her like that. He wasn't sure if he was more mad at her father or the fact that she hadn't let him help sooner.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" Dean finally muttered, trying to lighten the mood. "But I'm glad you're okay."

Julia managed a small smile. "You're not exactly a walk in the park yourself, Winchester."

He chuckled, the tension between them easing just a little. But deep down, Dean knew that this wasn't something Julia would bounce back from easily. She was tough, but everyone had their breaking point.

As he turned to leave, Dean shot her one last look, his voice serious. "If you ever need anything... you know where to find me."

Julia nodded. "I do."

And for the first time, Dean felt like maybe, just maybe, he was starting to understand her a little more.

[dantakeyoman]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 | 𝐫. 𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨

♡ 𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * "𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕. …𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕." *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒖𝒓 𝒛𝒐𝒓𝒐'𝒔 𝒈𝒇 *

𝐎𝐍𝐄

"How much sake can this get me?" you asked in a low voice, slamming down a fistful of berries on the bar.

The entire place went silent at the sight of your wings, the white feathers making you look almost angel-like.

You tucked them away as the bartender cocked an eyebrow, taking the money, quickly counting it.

"Eh, a cup or two," he stated, a clear smirk on his face as he chuckled under his breath.

You sighed, furrowing your brow.

You unsheathed your mace and placed it on the bar, the dried blood from your last encounter speaking your message clearly.

The man was trembling as his hands went straight in the air, his annoyingly loud whimpering calling the attention of the entire bar.

"I'll ask you again. How much sake can this get me?" you asked darkly, your voice low as your eyes cut him where he stood.

"A bottle, alright! It'll get you a bottle! I'm sorry I tried to scam you! Please don't hurt me!" The man grovelled, tears streaming down his cheeks.

You scoffed, taking the mace off the counter and sheathing it.

"Just get me the damn drink so I can get out of here," you rolled your eyes.

He frantically nodded his head before turning around and searching the wall full of booze.

"While you're at it, I got a question for you," you started, taking a seat.

The man visibly shivered at my tone.

"I heard this used to be a town where a lot of pirates used to stop. That true?"

"Y-yeah. It's true. But that was before Captain Morgan made base here. Now, no pirate is daring enough to come anywhere near this village," the bartender nodded, his back turned as he searched the wall for some good sake.

You sighed. "Shame. I've been looking for a certain pirate. Was hoping you could point me in the right direction."

"If you don't mind, might I suggest you ask Roronoa Zoro," the man replied with a smile as he found the bottle, grabbing it and turning around.

'Roronoa Zoro?'

"The pirate hunter?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"He's bound to have heard of the pirate you're looking for. They're keeping him in the marines' prison yard. Usually I wouldn't suggest my clients go breaking into marine property, but you seem strong," the man answered, sliding the bottles.

You grinned, grabbing it and biting off the cork, taking a swig. "Thanks, old man."

"No problem. Sorry for trying to pull a fast one on you," He sheepishly chuckled, waving goodbye.

With that, you got up from your seat, walking out the bar and onto the street.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" you asked a woman that was walking past. "Do you know how to get to the marine base?"

"Just keep walking that way and you should reach it," she smiled, pointing west.

"Thank you," you bowed, allowing your wings to sprout and taking off, the entire marketplace gasping at the sight.

海賊狩

You landed on the ledge of a stone wall that surrounded the prison yard, and saw Zoro bound to a wooden pole

"They really gave you the royal treatment," You chuckled, taking another swig of sake as u tucked away your wings.

He ignored you.

Just then, a boy in a straw hat and a pink-haired boy popped up on both your sides.

"WHO ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?! AND WHY DO YOU HAVE WINGS!?!?!" the pink one shouted.

"You don't have to shout, kid," you grumbled, rolling your eyes as you rubbed the ear he shouted into.

"I'm sorry, but why are you here?" he apologized, scratching his wrist.

"Yeah! You wanna talk to him or somethin'?" Straw Hat asked, turning to me.

"Something like that," you replied, looking away from the two.

"Hey, you three," a deep voice growled from inside the yard.

The three of you looked over to the man of the hour, only to see he had his gaze locked on you three.

"You're an eyesore. Get lost."

"You're not exactly a glorious sight either," you scoffed, taking another swig.

Pink Hair started freaking out but this girl climbed up a ladder and shushed him, looking left and right before lowering a rope, climbing down.

She ran up to Zoro and they began to talk, her holding out something in her hands.

Just then, three guys started to walk over, two being marines and one blonde in a purple suit.

They started talking for a little bit, Blondie eating whatever was in the girl's hands and then spitting it out on the floor, stomping on it.

She started crying.

Blondie looked like he was telling one of his men to do something before a man grabbed her and threw her over the wall.

You quickly jumped in the air and caught her, landing back on the wall.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

She nodded her head and you sighed as you carefully put her down, Strawhat making his way over to Zoro.

When you got over there, he was feeding Zoro a muddy rice ball.

"What are you two doing?" you asked, cocking a brow at the weird sight.

"He was hungry," Straw Hat shrugged.

"Shut up," Zoro spat.

"Whatever. I gotta have a word with you," you started, looking straight at Zoro

"Huh? Talk to me?" Zoro asked in confusion as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Being out here so long must be making you deaf, too," you rolled your eyes.

"SHUT UP!" He angrily shouted.

"Here's the deal. I'll untie you if you promise to join my crew," Straw Hat chimed, completely interrupting our conversation.

"What?" Zoro cocked a brow.

'Deaf.'

"I run a pirate crew, and I'm looking for people to join up," Straw Hat explained.

"No way! I'd never stoop to joining up with a criminal. Screw that business," Zoro scoffed.

"Says the man in marine custody," you smirked.

"Will you shut it!" Zoro growled, a vein popping in his neck

"And what's wrong with being a pirate?" Straw Hat asked.

"They're despicable. Like I'd ever want to join up with one," Zoro answered.

"Oh, come on! Gimme a break. Everyone already knows you as some vicious bounty hunter always out for blood," Straw Hat smiled.

"People can say whatever they want about me, but I've never done a single thing in my life that I regret. I will make it through this challenge. And after that, I'll accomplish what I want," Zoro smirked, looking us both in the eye.

"Wait, so you were challenged to stay here?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah. So what?" Zoro glared.

"They're gonna execute you," you shrugged.

"Huh?" Zoro cocked his eyebrow now.

"You're the Roronoa Zoro, and challenge or no the marines can't let you go. They'd be a laughing stock," you explained.

"That's great. But I've already decided that you're going to be on my crew," Straw Hat smiled, crossing his arms and still interrupting our conversation.

"What?! You can't do that!" Zoro barked.

"I hear you're one of the best swordsmen around," Straw Hat started.

"I am one of the best swordsmen around. But that idiot captain's son took mine away," Zoro stated.

"Guess I'll just have to go get it back for you. So if you want your sword, you're just gonna have to join my crew," Straw Hat smiled again.

"Now you're really pissing me off!" Zoro shouted.

Straw Hat laughed as he ran off.

"Wait...he's actually gonna bust in there alone?" He asked.

"Looks like it. Straw Hat! Pretty sure the base is the other way," you called to the boy, pointing your thumb behind you.

"Gum Gum Rocket!" Straw Hat shouted, stretching his arm and shooting past you.

Zoro's eyes went wide.

"What the hell is this guy?" He asked himself.

"Another devil fruit user," you chimed.

"Another?" Zoro asked, cocking a brow.

"I ate the Angel-Angel Fruit. It's what gave me these angel wings," you clarified, sprouting your wings as proof.

He looked like he was thinking for a moment.

"You said you wanted to talk to me earlier. Why?"

"I need to know if you've seen a pirate. Doflamingo," you started, drawing your mace and looking at the spikes longingly.

You would give your right arm to drive them through Doflamingo's skull.

"Why?"

"He killed someone very close to me and I need to bring him to justice. I figured since you are a pirate hunter, you would've seen something," you answered, brushing your fingertips against the sleek, wooden handle.

He paused for a moment, looking like he was taking in all of the information.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"(y/n)," you answered, lifting your gaze from your weapon and onto the swordsman.

His eyes were a deep onyx, full of ambition and drive, and easily able to slice your spirit with a single glare.

You felt a stirring awake in your stomach but suppressed it.

You I looked left and right an saw no marines in sight.

'Just do it.'

I sighed and tucked my mace back into my holster before standing up and untying him from the pole.

"What are you doing? That maniac is going to kill you for what you're doin' right now," Zoro stated, slightly surprised by your sudden decision.

"I'd like to see 'im try," you stated, still fiddling with the knot.

It was tied really tight.

"But you said you wanted to talk?" He asked.

"Can't talk to a dead man. I'll break you out, then we can talk afterwards," you answered, narrowing your eyes at the knot as you continued to fuss with it.

"How do you know I won't just leave you?" He asked again.

"I don't," you said simply, quickly glancing up him before turning your attention back to the ropes.

"End of the line," A raspy voice growled.

You both turned to see this guy with an ax for a hand and a metal jaw approach you with a whole squad of men.

"For the crime of treason against me, I sentence you both to die where you stand."

You and Zoro narrowed your eyes him and you quickly stepped away from Zoro, drawing your mace.

They all drew their weapons and aimed for you.

"You've been pulling some interesting moves around here. What is this? Some kind of poorly executed coup you two planned with the straw hat?" Ax Hand asked.

"I've always fought alone like a real man does. Not like a coward who hides behind his wall of expendable cronies," Zoro spat.

"Roronoa Zoro. Don't you dare underestimate me. You may be a strong fighter, but under my authority, you're just the rat we throw out with the trash," Ax Hand spat back.

"That must make you the garbage man," you glared, getting into a fighting stance.

Ax Hand furrowed his eyebrows and growled.

"Take aim!" He ordered.

They cocked their guns but you kept a stone-cold face.

"(y/n), get out of here," Zoro demanded, his tone unfaltering.

"Not a chance," you shrugged him off, keeping your eyes on the marines.

Just then, you heard glass shatter.

"Fire!" Ax Hand shouted.

The men fired their guns and you quickly outstretched your arms, getting ready to do your bullet-dodging technique when Straw Hat landed in front of you and Zoro.

海賊狩

[keepthedaydreamsalive]

a/n: i've had a fever for this entire week, definitely a struggle trying to make this part 2, but we did it! summary: part 2 of reader being in kieran's place but with my own spin on it. i might make this a slow burn. warnings: mention of abuse, kidnapping, being held hostage, minors DNI, low honor Arthur

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You don't remember when you arrived at this house, you were just sitting on the wooden floor near the fireplace. You hear humming from behind you, turn around to face the noise, and see your mother.

When was the last time you saw her? Has it been days, weeks, or months?

Something felt off.

Your mother stopped humming, looking up from her sewing, and smiled at you. "Are you alright, dear?"

You didn't realize how much you had missed her, your chest ached with longing.

"I... I've had a nightmare." you said, "It was terrible, I think I was taken away."

What did happen?

Your mother continued to smile, leaning closer to you. Then said, "Lil O'Driscoll, you need to wake up."

You woke up, gasping as you felt cold and wet from head to toe. When your vision cleared, you see Arthur standing there with a smug smile on his face as he held an empty bucket.

"You've had enough beauty sleep, O'Driscoll."

You've lost count of the days since the Van Der Linge gang has taken you back to their camp. You would pass out from exhaustion, waking up when they would pour a bucket of water over you or shoot near your feet. They would laugh when you would jump in fright.

They would taunt you by waving a bowl of stew near your face and dump it all on the ground in front of you. There are only about two women so far who would give you water from time to time, Mary-Beth and Tilly are their names.

Arthur hasn't shown you any mercy.

"Please," you began to plead, "I'm not one of them, how many times do I have to repeat myself?"

"You still haven't told me where to find Colm O'Driscoll." Arthur said, tossing the bucket to the side.

"I don't know where he is! If I did, I would tell you but I don't!" your wrists were tied together around a tree behind your back. You kept pulling at them, probably causing more cuts and bruises.

Arthur grabbed your chin with his hand, keeping you still. He leaned in close, his mouth nearly touching your ear but you could feel the slight stubble against your cheek. "We can play stupid or we can start talking but I'm not a very patient man, so decide quick."

"Do you even hear me?" you cried out, "I'm not one of them!"

The leader of the gang, Dutch Van Der Linde, came walking over to you and Arthur. He told Arthur to take a step back, now standing in front of you.

"Can you prove that you're not with them?" Dutch asked.

The scars.

"Yes but..."

"But what?" Arthur demanded, Dutch putting his hand up for him to take it easy.

"They beat me." you said, "They beat me a lot. Those beatings left their marks, so if you want your proof..."

Arthur and Dutch looked at each other. A silent agreement between them as Arthur moved towards you, his hands reaching for your shirt to unbutton it. He could see the scars that are scattered across your chest and along your collarbones.

"This doesn't prove anything." Arthur said.

That infuriated you, causing you to curse at him. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Mr. Morgan, cut the ties." Dutch said.

Arthur didn't say anything else. He simply took out his knife, went behind you, and cut off the rope. You sighed in relief, rubbing your wrists, and could see blisters forming.

"Your name."

"It's y/n, Mr. van Der Linde."

Dutch smiled, taking your hand to shake it firmly. "Welcome to the family." When Dutch walked away, Arthur bumped your shoulder harshly.

"Still an O'Driscoll to me." Arthur said.

This was going to be hard.

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a/n: i know it's short but you try writing while having a fever as summer begins (you probably can and do it better) definitely want to make this a series and make it slow burn.

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 19: The Buried Castle Season 2: Episode 20: Pidge's Home Planet

Episode 19: The Buried Castle iirc this is the one where Pidge acts like a big brother to a group of kids, very cute episode

3 little kids are walking through the woods and find an abandoned castle after feeling a quake, obvs they must explore it because they're explorers, so they run for it already I'm questioning why they're even in the forest in the first place, have your parents taught you rugrats NOTHING?

The team saw it too through castle monitors, apparently it just came out of nowhere which is never a good sign There's a legend attached to it though, about a war long ago where people fought over its abandoned treasure but ended up destroying so much shit that the kings of the nearby kingdoms buried it because they couldn't destroy it Weird castle, no wonder people acted stupid for it

Pidge and Lance banter over whether going there is a good idea, your honor they're so sibling coded I love them and their dynamic so much

Pidge is allowed to go explore for treasure lol except Allura tells him to bring a mouse in case of trouble this is what we call foreshadowing people doivsdv

He ends up meeting the kids who are thoroughly freaked out in the forest and mistake him for a monster before he recruits them to help find the treasure Pidge ily but that is so dangerous for little kids, these guys are younger than you, and you're like 12 tops

Haggar and her cat appear, as per usual, and she messes with the little girl, Morgan, by casting a spell to have a hand grab at her from underground only for it to be a stick when Pidge gets it off her As expected, twas a trap, but also Pidge don't be so rude to the girl, she's scared out of her mind already

They get in and find a room with a treasure chest and stuff their pockets full of gems or whatever else was in it my first thought was that it was going to be a mimic, but no just shiny gems lol

Plot twist, not gems, they're actually snakes and toads, and the group only finds out after Pidge sees the cat and tries to lead the kids to the exit only to get locked in oh, also the room is spinning, and more hands lock the kids in place until they're trapped inside a huge bell still upside down The mouse comes in handy, and he's off to get some help

After Allura tells the team Pidge is trapped with some kids Keith is going worried mother hen on him and tries to radio in, to no avail how cute, I'm glad we get some found family moments

Oops, Haggar knew they were coming and as they approached the door she threw a skeleton army at them that apparently can rebuild themselves is that an ancient greek myth reference?

Keith lets the other three run inside while he shoots at the skeletons but they get trapped in the same bell anyway, then Haggar calls a robeast to LIFT THE CASTLE OUT OF THE GROUND AND TAKE IT TO DOOM this episode is so wild oh my god, also there was an animation error with Hunks sleeves in the bell, they were cut short!

Keith was on the castle when it got pulled out and decides to climb the tethers to stop the robeast himself Dude,, thats so dumb what the fuck

Some drule fighters get sent out and start shooting at him which makes him fall but obvs he's got mc protection so he lands on one of the fighters AND BREAKS IN TO CRASH LAND IT TO BLACK Keith what the actual fuck, task failed successfully

The castle is cut loose AND CRASHES ONTO ARUS SOMEHOW NOT KILLING EVERYONE IN THE BELL look i know this is a sci-fi show but no way is that believable in this setting either

Voltron forms up AND APPARENTLY HAS NUNCHUCKS?? HELLO?? NO WONDER NOBODY CAN DEFEAT THE GUY HE HAS AN ARMORY AT HIS DISPOSAL

After the robeast is defeated Pidge is training the kids like soldiers and Lance calls him out on there being no training for being a treasure hunter

Lance: besides there's no such thing as real treasure kid 1: that's not true we found a real treasure in Pidge! IFVNSODV THAT'S SO CUTE OMG

/episode end

Episode 20: Pidge's Home Planet Ah shit, the episode I was dreading and the reason why I hate Coran so much

Starting off with coronation talk! Allura obvs is next in line for the throne and nanny talks about the crown her father and his father before him wore at their coronation I like to think Allura isn't the only girl who gets crowned as ruling monarch but this is a big deal!

ofc there's talk of marriage before she does and Nanny refers to the boys as "things" she needs to let go, so she can settle down and be a proper princess/queen AND PROCEEDS TO BE THE MOST CLASSIST BITCH IN EXISTENCE how fucking rude, I refuse to respect this woman ever

Jfc,, Nanny says that if they don't leave after Allura gets married/Voltron isn't needed anymore then they can be her guards that do nothing but answer to her every whim, and then Coran tries to say it's not them forcing marriage on Allura it's the Arusian populations what a fucking joke, how can they treat their literal heroes like they're space bums as Hunk put it

Hell yeah, the boys stormed about because of the treatment, except they go do some scans of space and Pidge finds out his home planet, Balto, is getting hit by some pretty big missiles This kid is like 12 tops dude,, that's gotta be a tough sight

OOOH MY BLOOD IS ON FIRE, the boys are starting to rush to go give Balto some aid but apparently Allura Coran and Nanny know and decided TO BRING THE FUCKING GUARDS INTO IT AND CORAN PUTS THE TEAM ON HOUSE ARREST AFTER THEY REFUSE TO STAY ON ARUS Their reason is that they're afraid Arus will be left defenseless and normally that'd be fine EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THEY'VE GONE OFF PLANET MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE

Pidge isn't having it and starts beating up the guards, the boys follow suit before rushing to the lions, except Allura starts sobbing and begging Keith that they need to stay like it's not that I don't understand her worry because it's a fair thing to fear EXCEPT YOU'RE WILLING TO LET A PLANET BE DESTROYED? EVEN MORE SO THAT IT'S ONE OF MY PLANET'S OWN SAVIORS HOME?? FUCK COMPLETELY OFF

Coran: I can't blame them for going, let's give them a proper send off (PROCEEDS TO SHOOT ALL THE CASTLES WEAPONS AT THE LIONS TO STOP THEM FROM LEAVING ATMOSPHERE) ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, THIS IS WHY CORAN IS ON MY HITLIST

Lance: Beneath that hard shell there beats a heart... a heart of solid granite GET HIS ASS MCCLAIN

Of course those assholes were right and Zarkon planned Balto's attack as a distraction for the team, so he can conquer Arus, Lotor gets sent to make sure the boys can't teamwork their way out of danger I want to bite into a block of wood holy shit, this episode is bringing up all the damn rage

The team gets to Balto, Keith and hunk tell pidge to steel himself which is sweet of them, and the first thing they see is decimation, Lance says that everything is wiped out but Pidge argues that they don't know that my poor boy, he shouldn't be out there, but he's part of the only team who can even do anything

Oh god, the team finds Pidge's hometown and Pidge can't even recognize it, everyone is starting to tear up now, especially Pidge who's trying to be strong as he goes down to search for anyone, to no avail Pidge says his people got off planet in time, but I refuse to believe that especially if the attacks came out of nowhere which they most likely did

Lance gets really sentimental about Pidge's culture and civilization being turned to dust in just a day before Lotor attacks and sends them to their lions He's always been my second favorite and these small pieces of dialogue are part of the reason why

Lotor sends out a robeast and starts absolutely kicking the teams' ass, apparently Keith and Allura have a telepathic link because he asks for her help because they're a team, and she finally realizes that he's right, so she rushes off to do the right thing About fucking time princess, I don't think Pidge will ever trust you again though

As she gets there the boys are still getting beat up but they're fighting hard for Balto, Lance digs his way towards a volcano and sets the bitch off to give the team time to regroup and finally see allura again to form Voltron and as always the fight is won, but not without a major loss

The team has to fly off planet asap because the fight destabilized it so much it starts to break apart My heart hurts, the entire team is sobbing, and Pidge can only whisper for his home

Lance sympathizes with him, his own home had been destroyed, even if it wasn't a planet wide destruction like Pidge's He's definitely going to look after Pidge a lot more after this, brotherhood to the max

The planet finally explodes, Pidge cries for not being able to see his house one last time, his family apparently was off world, so he doesn't even know where they are either Iirc Pidge and his twin were adopted, so I wouldn't be surprised if they were off visiting some place, and his twin is part of the vehicle force while I'll cover after dotu

Allura tells him she's going to make him an Arusian citizen in response to not having a home anymore which he accepts, and they make their way back to Arus for a banquet in honor of his new citizenship It's a sweet gesture and definitely appropriate but christ, this kid lost him home right in front of his eyes, he seems ok at the end of the episode, but nobody would be after that

/episode end

[shrinkthisviolet]

morgan and barry and/or thallen and/or westhallen for the prompts ❝ hey, don't laugh at me! ❞, ❝ you can't possibly have thought that was funny. ❞, and/or ❝ i'm laughing because you're laughing! ❞ :)

Hiii sorry I've had a crazy couple days, but here this is!

Under the cut (especially for the second one, since that got long):

Barry & Morgan [childhood friends au]

In the canon Morgan AU, Morgan comes out to Caitlin first. But in the childhood friends AU, it goes a little differently!

(And for a little background...I haven't written this fic yet, but Barry and Morgan reunite when she's 13, and this takes place shortly after that)

“Sometimes I just feel…” “Different?” “Weird.” Morgan sighed. “You and Iris look at people and go, “oh, that guy’s hot.” “That girl’s hot.” “Look at his muscles.” And so on. But…me? I look at guys…or even girls…and think well yeah, their eyes are pretty or their face sure is symmetrical.” Barry laughed. “Hey, don’t laugh at me!” Morgan protested. “Barry, I’m actually worried here!” “Sorry, sorry.” He sobered. “Look, Mo…you’re 13. You gotta give it another couple years before you say for sure…because having crushes and stuff…it only just starts around your age. Some people are—“ “Late bloomers?” She guessed flatly. “Sometimes. Not always.” He sighed. “A word does come to mind, I’ll admit.” She perked up. “What is it?” “Hold on,” he cautioned, “I wasn’t kidding about it still being too early to say. Just…tell you what. You give it another couple years, and if your feelings don’t change…I’ll tell you what the word is, and you can do some reading and figure out if it fits you. Okay?” “Okay.” She beamed, hugging him. “Thanks, Bar.” He smiled. “Anytime, Mo.”

Westhallen (in an AU where Eddie lives!)

I was trying to write Thallen, but uh...this sorta got away from me 😅

“What’s on your mind, Bar?” Barry blushed at that, as he usually did when Eddie called him that “I, um…nothing, really. I just…this is nice.” Eddie laughed. “Ouch. Here I thought we were getting along and everything.” “Not that!” Barry protested. “I just mean…you’re alive, we’re all sitting around, and we’re all happy.” “And?” Iris prompted, nudging him again. “And…what?” “And you’re hiding something, Bartholomew.” “Hey!” Barry protested, while Iris and Eddie set off into giggles. “Uncalled for!” “Bartholomew,” Eddie repeated, laughing again. “It suits you. Dorky and adorable, just like you are.” “That is not—wait.” Barry blushed. “Did…did you just say…?” He’d heard that wrong, hadn’t he? Or interpreted that wrong? “Eddie,” Iris scolded, but strangely, she was smiling too. What's going on? “Hey, I’m trying to ease into it!” Eddie protested. “Unless you wanna ask?” “Ask…what?” Barry asked, frowning. “Barry,” Iris said slowly, “um…don’t take this the wrong way, and feel free to say no, but—” “—we were thinking,” Eddie said, “or…really I was, and then Iris was, so then we both were—” “—after Eddie said there were three people in this relationship, neither of us could stop thinking about it, really—” “Are you guys starting a band or something?” Eddie and Iris froze, stared at him, and then burst out laughing again. “Wh—hey!” Barry protested, though he started laughing too. “It’s not that funny!” “Then why are you laughing?” Iris protested, still fighting her own giggles. “I’m laughing because you’re laughing!” As they stopped laughing, Barry managed to finally quell his own laughs, huffing. “You can’t possibly have thought that was funny.” “You laughed too, Bar,” Eddie pointed out. “Because you two have infectious laughter! That’s not my fault!” “Okay!” Iris clapped her hands. “Look, I’m just gonna say it. Barry, are you in love with me?” Barry blushed to the roots of his hair. “I, um, well, that is…maybe? Yes?” “And with Eddie?” Iris prompted. At his hesitation, she added gently, “It’s okay if you are, you know. In love with either or both of us. We just wanna know.” Barry exhaled and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m in love with both of you. But I…I know you two are together. I get it. I’m…I’m not gonna get in the way, I swear.” “Oh for crying out loud!” Iris rolled her eyes, then leaned in and kissed him. And it was…amazing, really. He remembered kissing her at the waterfront, remembered how amazing that was…but that was rushed, and this was slow, full of love and passion. Barry blinked, glancing from her to Eddie. Eddie, for his part, didn’t look angry or upset at all. “Uh…?” “Do you mind if I kiss you too?” Eddie asked slowly. “I, um, sure? But Iris—“ “It’s okay,” Iris assured. “Go on.” So, reluctant though he was, Barry leaned forward and kissed Eddie. And that was something else. Barry felt the sparks there too, and it was…amazing. He’d never thought it would actually happen…and yet… “So…what’s going on?” He asked slowly. “What is this?” “Barry,” Iris said, grinning, “Eddie and I were wondering if you’d like to be in a throuple with us.” A th—oh!” Barry felt stupid for not realizing it before. “Oh, no wonder…that makes sense now. No wonder you laughed.” Iris laughed again. “In fairness, it’s…kind of a strange request. That’s why we were kinda nervous to ask.” “And we don’t have much experience with it,” Eddie added, squeezing his hand, “but…we’d like to try. With you, if you’re willing.” Barry squeezed both of their hands with a bright smile. “More than willing.”

I don't usually write Westhallen, but somehow this scene just demanded a throuple ending 😅

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[masterwords]

Spending Christmas in Chicago at Fran’s. Morgan’s sisters building a snowman with Jack while Hotch and Derek enjoy a lazy morning under the warm covers.

Hotch and Derek attending the annual Christmas play at Jack’s school and going for hot chocolate at the Christmas market afterwards.

Both of them falling asleep on the sofa on New Year’s Eve, Jack taking a picture and sending it to Jess and Fran.

Well, I am absolutely certain you had no intention of me using all 3 of these in one story, but I did. With an added dash of baby fever! Hotch and Morgan plus a pregnancy announcement. I think I might carry this one on, too, as a long-term story if anyone is interested? Add it to the pile, folks! I don't write a lot of baby-centric fics but I was sort of in the mood here for some reason. Lots of sweet, soft fluff. Some angst. 3.5k words of SURPRISE WE'RE HAVING A BABY.

***there is comfort where we overlap ***

“We have to go,” Derek said, breezing through the bedroom, from hallway to bathroom with a purpose. Hotch had been in there for over an hour either showering, shaving or having some kind of extended quiet panic attack. “You almost ready?” On the counter was an open bottle of Tums, extra strength, half empty. He popped the lid closed and looked around.

Silence. Derek peeked behind the shower curtain to find Hotch just...sitting...beneath the water. “Aaron, come on.”

“What time is her appointment?” Hotch's voice was small and wet sounding.

“Doesn't matter. We'll know when we know. Come on, Jack's expecting us to show up for this cookies and cocoa thing with his teachers beforehand. Jessica will actually murder us if we miss it, I guarantee it.”

“I know.” He made no effort to move, however.

“Then get up and come on. It's out of our hands.”

Hotch wasn't usually one to mope around, and under normal circumstances he would be the one who had everything together and was ready hours beforehand. But there was something about this particular circumstance that had completely robbed him of the ability to exist. Slowly he unfurled his long legs and stretched them while Derek cut off the water supply and dropped a towel on top of his head rather unceremoniously. “Up.”

“I'm getting up.”

“No, you're stretching like a lazy cat. Get up.”

He got up. Begrudgingly, he managed it and toweled himself off entirely before stepping out of the tub. Derek had already laid out some clothes for him and threatened to set a timer for him to get ready, but Hotch didn't protest and didn't drag his feet. He simply did his best to turn his brain off and put his clothes on.

C'est la Vie had never been in Hotch's life plan. His need for control ran so deep that he couldn't even let other people drive the car he sat in. And this situation was so far outside of his control that it was giving him an ulcer, or at least adding to the one that was already in there. He could feel it gnawing away at his stomach lining. For the last two weeks he'd been eating Tums and drinking Alka Seltzer at an alarming rate. He was making himself sick, and there wasn't anything Derek could do to stop the spiral except wait it out and remind him they had no control and if they found out that it hadn't happened...they would simply try again. And again. And it wouldn't have been his fault.

They missed cookies and cocoa by ten minutes, but they made it before the play started. Just in time to apologize and promise that they'd go out to the little Christmas market downtown afterward to see the tree lighting and parade. They would have just enough time to pop in, grab some hot cocoa, watch the tree lighting and hit the road. Hotch wasn't thrilled, but he'd been the reason for the tardiness, so he kept his protest to a minimum. “It's three degrees,” Hotch muttered, but he'd already given in.

The play was sweet. Not great, most of the kids forgot their lines and some had even lost parts of their costumes, but it was sweet. The really little ones looked like a box full of kittens had been upended on the stage and they all scattered in different directions. There were teachers and parents rushing the stage to set them back on track. The slightly older kids, like Jack, stood on the risers and sang their parts and spoke their lines sometimes too loud, sometimes too quiet, always off key - but overall, it was about as good as could be expected. It would leave them with stories to tell, if nothing else.

As they sat, Hotch worried his thumb over his nailbeds and kept it hidden in his pockets. As if Derek didn't know what he was hiding. With some otherworldly level of stealth, Derek reached over, pulled one of his hands free and squeezed it. At attempt at being reassuring but it only made Hotch feel like crying. That Derek was so laid back and he was absolutely beside himself was cruel.

Their phones were off. Derek had insisted. Not just silence but completely off. “Whatever the result is, we don't need to know while Jack's on stage. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Derek led a standing ovation for the kids, much to the delight of the kids on stage who took exaggerated bows and pointed at their families and smiled for pictures. Hotch, for one brief moment, was completely overwhelmed by what was happening on the stage and how completely sweet it was and forgot entirely about the text he was anticipating. In fact, his mind wandered in the other direction, and he found himself wishing he could turn to his right and see Haley there smiling up at Jack through tears of joy and laughter.

Finally, in the lobby while Jack was with his class getting their things together, it was time. Derek took his phone out and looked at Hotch a little expectantly when the screen began to show signs of life. They both saw it, the little flashing light that said he had a text. “No matter what, it's okay, right? If it didn't take this time, we'll try again...”

Hotch's sample had been hard to come by. The timing was off, his work schedule was impeding every attempt at an appointment he made, his stress levels were through the roof...he was starting to feel dead in the water before he'd even made it to the damn clinic.

“Yeah,” Hotch whispered, his breath caught in his throat. If it didn't take it would be entirely his fault and sure they could try again and again, but at a certain point it would be worth questioning how they were going about this. It was their second attempt. The first time, Hotch had wept for a whole night in spite of himself. Derek had to admit that he was disappointed, too, but he could see it for what it was: an imperfect science. They were warned it might take a few attempts and it wouldn't indicate anything wrong, not right away. But Hotch had a hard time seeing it that way when he thought back to the years and years that he and Haley had tried and failed, tried and nearly succeeded, tried and tried.

Derek held his phone up to Hotch, and through the shine of tears he saw the photo, the piece of paper with a big bold word printed right at the top of all the other various lab results. POSITIVE.

“You see it? You see what it says?” Derek asked, unable to wipe the smile from his face. Hotch sniffed and pulled his handkerchief from his pocket before nodding. He was staring at it. Couldn't take his eyes off of it. “We're doing this.”

His voice didn't seem to work, but Derek didn't mind that. He just held up his phone, snapped a picture of Hotch with tears in his eyes, and sent it to Sarah as confirmation that they were ecstatic.

In a few hours, after the Christmas market, they would be on a plane with Jack headed to Chicago to spend the week of Christmas with Derek's family and they would have to keep this quiet until Christmas morning. “Can we tell Jack?” Derek asked, and Hotch shook his head.

“No. Sarah wants everyone to find out when your mom does, she was adamant about that.”

“You don't think he can keep it a secret?”

“Derek. Jack has proven, time and again, to be abysmal at keeping even the most basic of secrets. I would love to tell him but I think it would be ill-advised.”

“All I heard was blah blah blah. Let's tell Jack. I want him to know he's going to be a big brother.” He paused, really taking a second to look at Hotch, at the way the color had drained from his cheeks and the tears glistened in his eyes. “Let's go sit down on that bench and wait for Jack before you pass out right here. We'll decide when we see him.”

Hotch allowed Derek to lead him to the bench, but he wasn't intending to budge on the rest. He was certain that they should not tell Jack, as much as they both wanted to. Until the minute that Jack appeared before them dressed like a little elf and even Hotch could hardly contain himself. With one sideways glance that Derek took as approval to spill the beans (whether it was or was not would be the topic of many discussions throughout the week), the words spilled out.

“Jack,” he said, pulling the kid into his lap. “You ready to be a big brother?”

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There's regular snow and then there is Chicago snow. Hotch relinquished the driving reigns infrequently, but when the snow on the side of the road was piled up as high as the car, and the slush they had to drive in threw the car around like a rag doll, he handed the keys to Derek without any fuss. He could drive in regular snow, out on country roads was his specialty, but there was something daunting about having to adapt to both big city driving and deep snow that he simply couldn't manage. Something about it tipped the scales from him having control to having absolutely none.

The storm was moving in quickly, and they'd been fortunate that their plane had even been allowed to land at O'Hare, but they'd be pushing their luck to make it all the way to Fran's unscathed. By the end of the drive, the car was more like a sled on the big busy streets just sliding without traction, and once they were on the side streets the poor thing was working double time to pull itself through the mounds of wet slush and snow that wouldn't be plowed for days to come. But they made it in one piece and were ready to hunker down and wait out the rest of the storm inside Fran's nice warm home.

And they had four whole days to keep a huge secret from everyone.

The look on Sarah's face, the absolute bliss in her eyes when she reached out to hug Derek, Hotch knew it was going to be a difficult few days. And when she hugged him around the neck, he had to fight back more tears. He was on the verge of tears often, but this was far and away the worst it had ever been. Suddenly he was remembering that first few days after finding out that Haley was pregnant, it was funny how he'd managed to forget all of that now that Jack was older and everything had changed. Now, like he'd stepped into a time machine, he was feeling all those huge overwhelming things again. His life, Jack's life, this baby's life, they all flashed before his eyes. He squeezed Derek's hand out of desperation, and Derek squeezed him back out of love.

Dinner the first night was mostly quiet, with Sarah and Desiree bickering and Derek trying to mediate on Sarah's behalf. As the evening wore on, he began to get a little overbearing and Hotch had to tell him to back off of Desiree more than once.

“She's gonna stress Sarah out,” he hissed as they ducked around the corner. “She needs to back off.”

“Sarah will be fine.” It was Hotch's turn to be reasonable, to find himself slightly more even. His ulcer was still smoldering embers, but he felt more peaceful. The panic had, at least momentarily, subsided. “She's okay.” The strain in Derek's eyes, the absolute uncertainty and out of control feeling that seeped from him was concerning. He was going to blow the secret before anyone else by virtue of his need to care for his sister who was carrying his child.

“I need to take a walk,” Derek said finally, and Hotch nodded in agreement. “Get outta here for a bit. Get some fresh air.”

“Why don't you ask Sarah to go with you? I could use a ginger ale from the corner store.”

Derek reached out and pulled Hotch close to him, pressing their foreheads together. “You're a genius.”

“I know.”

They slept on the pull-out sofa bed with Jack on an air mattress nearby. Fran had made him up a bed, but he insisted on sleeping beside the Christmas tree and how could she say no to that? Beneath a mound of blankets, they listened to the gentle sound of Jack's little snores and whispered, conspired, smiled over the fact that soon they'd have another. And sleepless nights, they would have those too. Hotch was ready for those, he slept so little already.

“How are you so chill all of a sudden?” Derek whispered, his lips against Hotch's ear. It tickled and sent goosebumps in a flushing river down his spine.

“I remember this part. The anticipation. There's a lot of work to do, I like that.” What he meant to say was that there were things he could control now. He could build a crib and set up a bedroom, he could research and buy a car seat, he could do all of these things that would make him feel useful.

“I can't stop thinking about everything that could go wrong.”

“Derek, you said it yourself. You trust Sarah. More than anyone. That's why we asked her specifically.”

"You made a spreadsheet," Derek mumbled against Hotch's shoulder and they both let out low chuckles.

"I did."

Derek buried his face in Hotch's neck and sucked in a shaky breath. “But she lives here and we live there.”

That had been troubling to both of them, but Hotch knew they could make it work. It was a short flight, a slightly longer but still short drive, and they would simply find a way to make it work. She would have Fran here, and the rest of the Morgan family, she wouldn't be on her own. Not even if she wanted it. “It will all work out.”

The next few days flew by in a blur of shopping, eating and laughing with family. Groups of people would drop in with desserts and stay for coffee no matter the time of day, and Hotch felt like he'd inadvertently stepped into a time machine. Back to a time when his mother would keep cakes and other pastries in the freezer on the off chance that company dropped by. Fran's house was a sort of meeting place, a central location for everyone to gather with a full pot of coffee and plenty of seating. They were surrounded by company and laughter, sometimes loud bursts of song would erupt from out of nowhere.

And bickering. Derek and Sarah were at each other's throats, which Fran insisted was perfectly normal when it appeared to be stressing Hotch out. “They've always been like this.”

“How do you handle it?”

“Like this.” She smiled sweetly and stood, walking into the kitchen and approaching her arguing adult children like they were small, like she could ground them from the bikes and sports and summer vacation. It took a minute for her to find her leverage, but she managed and soon they were able to stand beside each other again without fighting.

Finally, the anticipation about at its maximum and Derek and Sarah nearly at their breaking point, Christmas morning arrived. Jack tore through his gifts with fervor, lavishing everyone with huge thanks and hugs. He played Santa, delivering gifts from beneath the tree to their new owners. Everyone got Hotch something warm. A box of fancy tea for relaxation, wool socks, gloves. Derek got vinyl records and new headphones, with a few boxes of screws and nails as a little joke because he always ran out in the middle of projects and had to run to the hardware store.

“Grandma!” Jack chirped, pulling a small gift from beneath the tree. It had been lodged way in the back, a small white box with delicate silver ribbon wrapped tight and topped by a perfectly symmetrical bow. Derek glanced at Hotch and knew, somehow, that he was responsible for the presentation. Fran held the box lightly, turning it over and over in her hands, giving it a little shake next to her ear only to hear nothing. The gift was light as air.

“It's a box!” she exclaimed, and Jack giggled with delight. “What a beautiful gift. I've always wanted a lovely little box. Think of all the things it'll hold.”

“Grandmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

She slipped the ribbon from the box carefully, all eyes on her. “Why are you all staring at me?” she asked, a little flushed, and Hotch thought for sure he was going to blow the whole thing by crying before she even knew what she was looking at. He glanced around the room and realized, with some certainty, that Fran was the only person who didn't know. Desiree and Jack's faces were shining with anticipation, and he and Derek were barely containing themselves. Beneath their shared blanket, they slotted their fingers together and held their breath.

Inside the box was silver tissue paper, delicate and soft, and tucked neatly beneath that was an ultrasound with Sarah's name at the top, and something that looked like a squishy little jellybean right in the center.

“Sarah?” she asked breathless, blinking, stunned. “You're pregnant?”

She grinned. “Yes, mama. I'm pregnant.”

“But you're not...” she was struggling, they could see, to put the pieces together. Sarah wasn't even dating anyone. She hadn't in forever, and she'd made it abundantly clear to the entire family that she did not want to have children. Or a relationship. “You said...”

“Read the back, mom.”

Fran flipped the picture over with one shaking hand and it was then, as she read the words scrawled on the back, that she began crying. And laughing. Wet, teary laughter rattled through the room.

“Hotchner-Morgan?” she gasped out, swiping at her eyes with the silver tissue paper absurdly. It was the closest thing she could grab. “You boys?”

“Yes, mama. It's our baby.” Derek paused and squeezed Hotch's hand beneath the blanket. “I thought we said it would be Morgan-Hotchner?”

“You asked me to write it because your handwriting is too sloppy. I made a choice. It's alphabetical.”

“Yeah, I'm sure that was your reason...”

Back home, they spent the rest of the week walking through Derek's house planning out the space. They'd forced themselves to wait until they had a positive result before they started making any real decisions. Hotch wouldn't re-up the lease on his apartment, that much was for certain. They'd managed to uphold two households the entire time and it was fine, but having a baby made it pretty clear that they would no longer be playing that game. Hotch and Jack would move in with Derek full time, and good riddance to that apartment as far as Derek was concerned.

They spent the week slowly moving things over, little things, knickknacks and Jack's art and his favorite bedroom items. They would save the big stuff for later, Hotch still had three months on his lease and then there was the issue of his storage unit full of he and Haley's things. Derek placed a photo of Haley on the mantle beside the rest of their family, a gesture that Hotch would never have asked of him, and once more he found himself with tears on his cheeks. He knew Sarah's hormones would be all wild and out of control, but he was starting to feel like he was experiencing them for himself firsthand.

On New Year's Eve, Penelope and Dave came over to celebrate with them. They were going to tell the team slowly, disperse the information quietly, but it started with those two over glasses of champagne as they counted down the hours to midnight. To a new year filled with possibilities and growth. Hotch's last couple of years had been hard, and he felt hopeful for once. He was overwhelmed by that feeling, and exhausted by it all.

To no one's surprise, by the time the ball was dropping so so slowly on the television and all of New York City was counting backwards from ten live, Hotch and Derek were fast asleep beneath a blanket. They were completely worn out by the week they'd spent joining their households and dreaming of a new baby that was a perfect mixture of both of them. There was still so much more work to be done.

With some urging from a slightly drunk Penelope, Jack slipped his dad's phone off of the table and snapped a photo of them lying there snoring at the stroke of midnight. Dave kissed Penelope on the cheek and Penelope kissed Jack on the cheek and they sent the photo of the two sleeping men on the couch to Jess with the caption “too old for New Years”.

“They think they're tired now,” Dave said, tucking Jack into his bed before he and Penelope left for the night. Derek and Hotch slept soundly on the couch, and no one had the heart to try and get them to move to their bed. They simply looked too peaceful. “Just wait until that baby comes.”

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"So," says a voice, low and syrupy as warmth spreads up Spencer's side, "how's my favourite agent?" 

Your perfume a subtle fragrance of jasmine and vanilla alike, sweetness that lingers —and Spencer knows, having thought of you every time he walks past the sugar ring donut stand by the Staples Mill Station for weeks— you put a hand on his shoulder and lean in for a one-armed hug. His skin erupts with goosebumps. 

"Y/N," he says, sounding much too much like a wimp for his own liking. He clears his throat. "When did you get back?" 

He's afraid to look at you. He doesn't have a choice. His heart skips a beat at the state of you, which is to say you look stunning in your dark clothes, a tight cut top that borders unprofessional and a pair of thigh hugging pants that pass the border completely. (He's kidding. Mostly. You're dressed fine. He's a loser, is all.) 

"This morning. They couldn't keep me from you if they tried, handsome. You look good." You disengage from his side. Spencer's relieved and regretful at once. "I love the haircut, they take a little more than you were expecting?" 

"Is it too short?" he asks unsurely. 

"It's perfect."

Spencer's taller than you but he never feels it until you're looking up at him, pretty eyes and quirked lips, permanent amusement in your gaze. "I missed you," you say.

"Y/N," Hotch says as he descends the steps to the bullpen. "We talked about this." 

"Pen and Morgan do it every day." Your eyebrows pinch together. 

Hotch doesn't say anything else, an empty coffee mug in hand as he passes. You don't baulk at his disapproving look, the opposite, sitting on the edge of Morgan's desk to kick your kitten heels gently, a slow back and forth that has Spencer's eyeline pulling down your legs. He shakes it off, but not before you've noticed. 

"You don't mind, do you, babe?" you ask. "My flirting?" 

It'll probably kill him sooner rather than later. "No. Don't mind." 

"'Cus I can stop, I promise. But you're the kind of boy that should be flirted with, you know? And the kind of smart that makes you crazy attractive, which is unfair. It's not like you needed help in that particular department." You lean back as you talk, scrounging around Morgan's things.

"Second shelf," Spencer says. 

You stop your searching to grin at him. Pleased, you reach down to the second drawer of Morgan's desk and find what you'd been looking for, a coveted, half-eaten pack of cherry twizzlers. 

"But we're not like Pen and Morgan," you say, bringing a twizzler to your mouth. 

"We're not?" Spencer asks, confused. He may not summon the necessary charisma to flirt back, but he likes what you have. 

"Nope." You take another bite, chew, leaving Spencer in anticipation. Finally, you swallow, lips curving into an even stickier smile. "'Cus Pen and Morgan are never gonna happen. They're better as friends…" 

You slip down off of Morgan's desk, leaving his twizzlers behind. Spencer has enough sense about him to anticipate your approach. He's proud of himself for the composure he maintains as your footsteps slow. He even takes a step back to follow you, to your abject delight. 

"But we're not just friends, are we?" you ask softly. You lift your chin. He can smell the cherry on you. 

"Y/N, enough," Hotch says from somewhere behind. You refuse to look away, and while Spencer fears his chief's tone, he manages to hold your gaze. "HR will mandate another presentation." 

"It's alright, Hotch," Spencer says. His cheeks are flushed and his palms are clammy, but his voice holds up. "I don't mind." 

"I'm sure you don't." 

"This could all be avoided if we took this somewhere a little more private," you murmur. 

"Enough. I won't tell you again, Y/N. Shouldn't you be helping Penelope with her ViCAP recalibration?" Hotch asks pointedly. 

Spencer takes it for what it is; an effort to separate you from each other before it goes too far. You know it too, rolling your eyes at Spencer like you've a shared secret —Can you believe this guy?— clasping his arm loosely in farewell.

"See you later, Spence." You call him handsome, babe, bub, even sweetheart, but Spence is the worst of all of them because of how you say it, your voice entrenched in pure honey. His heart pangs as you go.  

Hotch lingers by Spencer's side, coffee freshly filled and steaming in rings. "You know, you're getting better," he says sympathetically. 

Spencer rubs the bridge of his nose roughly. "Thanks." 

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Forced to Believe Chapter 7- The Shield's Girl

Chapter Summary: Morgan continues to manage The Shield and play her part in making sure they win their matches

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'RAW'

The Shield are in the ring cutting another promo. "When we arrived to the WWE, we said we would bring justice to an unjust world and that's just what we've done." Ambrose said.

"Brick by brick by brick, we have torn down the wall of injustice that has been building up in this company for years. From the moment we began our crusade at Survivor Series until, well, right now, not a person that has stood in our way has been able to stop us. As a matter a fact, we changed the course of WWE we stopped Ryback for becoming WWE champion." Seth spoke.

"No one can stop the hounds of justice. Not the great one." Roman recalled.

"Not even a giant...Not a warrior..." Morgan added.

"And not even the champ." Ambrose said. "But those men, were mortal. Last week, we look at immortality right in the face, we forced injustice to the Undertaker." The crowd cheers for Taker. "Deadman, Phenom, call him whatever you want, but call him a victim. For too long The Undertaker has been justice for the WWE, generations bowed down to him, but you see, The Shield bows to no one."

"Rest in peace." Roman said the catchphrase as the titantron shows a promo about what The Shield did to The Undertaker last Friday.

"Thing is, justice doesn't care if you're undefeated at WrestleMania, doesn't care if you're the champion, justice doesn't care who you are. When your number gets called, justice strikes without warning. Without mercy." Ambrose continues.

"And John Cena, Ryback, despite The Shield's repeated lessons of justice­-" Morgan began but got cut off.

'We're a three man band!'

3MB comes out as Morgan starts to look annoyed. 

"Morgan doesn't look too happy about 3MB interrupting her." King said

"Shield, shut up." Heath spoke on the mic as the crowd cheered at his statement

"Whoa, wow." King said, taken aback.

"You think you got business with John Cena and Ryback? You got some unfinished business with 3MB tonight!" Heath continued.

"I'm sorry but did you just interrupt me?" Morgan asked in a stern voice.

"Yeah, we did. Problem?" Heath questioned, not bothered.

"I'm sorry but do you know who I am? I break faces and I don't mind breaking yours. I'm more dangerous than I was when I wasn't with The Shield. I kicked the Undertaker in the face! In the face! You can't touch this!" Morgan yelled. "...But you three are really killing my vibe so how bout you and your little boy band that isn't going anywhere, head back to the locker room before things...get a little Morganized..."

"Morganzied?" Cole asked as she earns a few cheers, while The Shield smirked at her comment.

"You see, back at TLC you did an injustice," she went on. "You messed with the Spanish announce team. Did you really think you were going to get away with it? I wanted some revenge of my own for that. I have been waiting to kick you three in the head and give you three a backfire. And...tonight may be my night."

"Are you done, sweetheart?" Heath asked 

Morgan's jaw drops. "Excuse me?"

"I don't think 3MB listened to Morgan." Cole said with amusement.

"Bad move, they'll regret it later." JBL warned

"No one wants to hear you. Now if you excuse me, I'll be getting back to these three men in the ring. Not the Philly bombshell." Heath said, ignoring her.

Morgan scoffed and dropped the mic. She was about to get out of the ring but Rollins grabbed her by the waist, holding her back. 

"Who the bloody hell do you think you are?" Drew asked. "We were mere seconds from showing Triple H exactly how we rock and roll. But no, you, The Shield decided to crash our party."

"But now, we crash your party and rock your face!" Jinder said as Rollins released Morgan once she calmed down. 

"You got to be kidding me..." JBL says as Roman looked amused.

Heath kicks the steel steps and so does Drew and 3MB surround the ring.

"This might be interesting." King looked on.

"I admire their courage." JBL bluntly said, knowing what was about to happen.

All of a sudden, Morgan grabs Heath by the hair and throws him in the ring. 

"Whoa!" King exclaimed as the crowd cheers when she gives him a quick backfire. 

The rest of 3MB were about to attack her but The Shield gang up on them and start to take control. Then, Kane's theme comes on as The Shield look alert while Kane and Daniel Bryan walk out. When Team Hell No gets in the ring, The Shield quickly leave and watch as Team Hell No fight 3MB. Daniel starts kicking 3MB and then starts throwing them out of the ring with Kane.

"Does everybody hate 3MB?" JBL asked as Daniel started doing the yes chants. "Think The Shield are gonna come back?"

"Maybe not." King replied.

Morgan tweets twice, 'Got some revenge tonight. I thank Team Hell No for helping me out. Thanks for those kicks Daniel. #IOweYou'

'That will be the #LAST time 3MB will interrupt me. Wonder who will be on my list to get #Morganized'

'Later'

During The Shield's match against Team Hell No and Cena, Daniel throws Roman out the ring as the crowd goes wild. Daniel tries to crawl toward his team to make a tag as The Shield desperately tries to get Roman back in the ring. 

"There's some panic in the team of The Shield." King said. 

Kane gets tagged in and starts to take control of Ambrose. Rollins gets in the ring, only to get his throat grabbed and thrown out the ring by Kane.

"And the numbers are in the favor of Team Hell No and John Cena." Cole looked on. Kane throws Ambrose out the ring and gets out the ring. "Oh no."

Kane takes the top off the announce table as the crowd's cheers get louder. 

"Hey! What are you doing!?" Morgan yelled, getting nervous.

"What is Kane doing here?" Cole called out

"He wants some payback for his brother." JBL noted.

"No, don't do it!" Morgan shouted as she ran toward Ambrose and Kane. The crowd was shocked by her outburst.

"Did she just defend Ambrose?!" King asked in disbelief.

"I think hell has frozen over!" JBL exclaimed.

"Look at Morgan, trying to beg for mercy." Cole said as she continued to beg Kane

"I don't think that's going to happen though."

"Don't do it, don't do it! Please! I'm sorry! We're sorry! We didn't mean to powerbomb your brother! I didn't mean to kick him in the face! We're sorry! Just don't hurt him! Please!" Morgan pleaded

"Is she trying to sweet talk Kane?" King asked.

Kane looks at her and then he grabs Ambrose into the chokeslam hold.

"No!" Morgan shouted

Rollins runs to hit Kane but Kane hits him to the floor and releases Ambrose. In the ring, Cena is talking to the ref and that gave time for Ambrose to do the DDT on him as Morgan grins.

"That's what I'm talking about!" she applauded. 

Ambrose crawls back into the ring. The ref starts counting and Kane gets back up at 9.

"Wear him out!" Seth exclaimed as he watched Ambrose take control of Kane in the ring.

"I beat your brother and I'm gonna beat you!" Ambrose yelled at Kane. 

Ambrose does the Undertaker's taunt and runs toward the ropes only to get caught in a chokeslam.

"Chokeslam!" Cole shouted. "Kane finds an opening." 

Ambrose tags Reigns while Kane tags in Cena. 

"Here comes Cena!" Cole went on as Cena started to take control.

Morgan gets on the apron. "Hey!" she yelled and then started trash talking to him. 

Cena looks amused and runs toward her, pushing the ropes she was holding on. It makes her lose her balance and grip as she begins to fall back.

"Whoa!" she shrieked, mentally preparing for the pain of the ringside mat to hit her back. 

But she ends up getting caught bridal style by Ambrose as she falls into his arms. He lets her down and releases her and Morgan slams her hands on the apron.

"Are you kidding me!?" She screamed as Cena and the crowd laughed

She tries to get back in the ring but Ambrose holds her from behind by wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Calm down, calm down," Ambrose murmured in her ear.

"Is it me or is Ambrose and Morgan really touchy." King pointed out in concern.

"Indeed they are, King." JBL replied, liking it.

"First he saves her, then she returns the favor, now this?"

"She got brainwashed by Ambrose. That's why she's acting like this." Cole declared.

"For crying out loud, she is not brainwashed. She believes in The Shield." JBL disagreed. 

Ambrose releases her and gets back on the apron as the crowd starts chanting 'Harley Quinn'

"I am not Harley Quinn!" Morgan screamed at the crowd as Cole laughed. She turns to him, pointing at him who had his reading glasses on, "This is all your fault, four eyes!" 

"What? I didn't do anything." Cole exclaimed as she went to continue watching the match.

As Morgan watches, she sees Cena preparing for his signature move. Cena looks at her and does the 'You Can't See Me' taunt, earning a glare from her. He then performs the five knuckle shuffle on Reigns. During that, Seth runs to get on the turnbuckle to deliver a cross body on Cena, only for Cena to pick him up easily.

"That is God-given strength." JBL looked on, impressed.

"Cena pulls through!" Cole exclaimed. 

Cena prepares for the Attitude Adjustment but his leg gives out and Reigns spears him for the win.

"Yes!" Morgan yelled and ran in the ring to hug Reigns. Seth ran in too, joining the hug. 

"And the winners of this match, The Shield!" Justin announced as Ambrose rolled into the ring to celebrate with his team

'Smackdown'

The titantron is darkened and the crowd can hear someone getting beat up. Ambrose picks up the camera as the crowd cheers. 

"Doesn't it just break your heart when the champ becomes the chump?" Ambrose asked.

"The so called Phenom isn't so phenomenal," Seth added.

"We broke John Cena, we broke the Undertaker, and we're gonna break the deadman's little brother next." Reigns said with confidence.

"Kane, you are so misguided. You think justice is taking vengeance on your family? That's just your head messing with you, justice is when we put the raging monster down. And that's you." Ambrose continued.

"Justice is inescapable, you can do all the running and hiding you want but sooner or later, it's gonna catch up. Now Kane, we put your brother down." Seth said.

"And I kicked your brother straight in the face as he rested in peace." Morgan spoke up, reminiscing on how good it felt to do so.

"And it could of been a whole lot worse. You don't believe? You don't believe us? But, by the end of the night, you're gonna believe."

"You're gonna believe in The Shield" Roman said and dropped the camera as the camera showed Daniel Bryan hurt.

'In The Ring'

During Dean's match against Kane, Kane hits Ambrose off the top rope. 

"Get up Dean! Get up!" Seth yelled.

Kane chokeslams Ambrose as The Shield start to get upset and worried. Morgan bangs on the mat.

"Come on Dean!" Reigns starts to throw a fit. 

Kane was about to do the tombstone piledriver but Rollins gets on the apron and Kane releases Ambrose to kick Rollins in the face. Morgan goes to check on him after he hits his face off the announce table. 

Ambrose clotheslines Kane out of the ring but gets his feet grabbed by him as he pulls him out and bounces his head off the announce table. Reigns tries to hit Kane but Kane throws him to the steel steps. 

Morgan looks shocked at the chaos and starts to back up once Kane turns his attention to her. 

"I didn't do anything, why are you looking at me?" she asked with her hands up in defense.

Later on, Ambrose rolls back in the ring and hits Kane's injured knee before taking the victory after hitting him with his finisher. Afterward, Rollins, Reigns and Ambrose hit Kane with the triple powerbomb.

"Pick em' up..." Morgan ordered as they picked Kane up for her. "I'm not sorry about what I've done to your brother. He deserved it. Just like you deserve this." she said before giving him a hard spinning kick to the face.

'Next week, Raw'

Morgan wears Black pants, black boots, a black tank top with fingerless black gloves and her hair is in a ponytail. She watches The Shield's match against The Usos and Kofi, managing them at ringside.

"Damn!" Morgan yelled in shock as she saw Seth kick one of the Usos off the apron after giving the other a scoopslam.

"Rollins with a cheap shot." Cole said. 

Kofi looks upset but the ref tells him to stay on the apron. Later on, Ambrose gets tagged in and so does Kofi as he takes control of Ambrose. Later Kofi does a crossbody on him but Reigns breaks it up. An Uso and Roman fight outside the ring and then he clotheslines them outside the ring.

"Freaking clothesline!" JBL exclaimed. "Wow!" 

Kofi was on the top rope and as Reigns distracts the ref Morgan quickly pushes Kofi off the top rope so Dean can do his finisher for the win.

Morgan shrugged. "Nothing personal..."

The Shield celebrate in the ring and have their fists out. "Believe In The Shield!" Roman yelled

"This is a dangerous, dangerous team boys." JBL announced. "This is their yard. They own it."

'Welp. #NothingPersonal WWEUsos TrueKofi #BelieveInTheShield' Morgan tweets.

'Smackdown'

During Dean's match with Daniel Bryan who has Kane at ringside, Daniel traps him into the No Lock.

"No! No!" Seth exclaimed. 

The Shield start to panic. Seth Rollins tries to get in the ring but Kane and the ref try to stop him. Meanwhile, Roman Reigns breaks up the submission. Morgan looks relieved as Kane gets attacked by Rollins and Reigns. 

"What the hell!?" She yells as Kofi runs in and attacks Ambrose. 

The ref rings for the bell as Ambrose wins by DQ. The crowd cheers for Kofi.

"Kofi getting himself some!" Cole exclaims. Then Team Hell No and Kofi fight off The Shield and throw them out the ring. Morgan helps up Ambrose.

"Are you kidding me!? He was about to win!" She yells at Kofi. Kofi's theme comes on as The Shield escape and look mad.

'Unbelievable! #Injustice! TrueKofi had no right to interfere while #MyJoker was about to win!' Morgan tweets.

'Next week, Smackdown'

Ambrose wraps his arms around Morgan's waist, standing behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as they watch Seth and Roman's match against the Usos. 

"Ugh...they make me sick..." Cole gagged.

JBL laughed. "Not to me. I love these two."

"How can she let him touch her? After all those months of going against The Shield and slapping Ambrose. She hit him with all those chair shots, does she not remember that? He had to had done something JBL. It's like as the weeks are going by she is changing for the worst,"

"For the better, Cole. For the better. She has probably opened her eyes to see what a great man Ambrose is,"

When one of the Usos hits Rollins out the ring, Ambrose and Morgan release each other and look at the chaos. Reigns spears the other Uso to win the match. 

Afterward, the hounds of justice start attacking the fallen Uso while Morgan watches in delight. Then Kofi comes to their rescue but The Shield throws him out the ring. They start to continue their attack with the fallen Uso but then Kofi comes back in with the chair and hits Ambrose as the three male Shield members get out the ring.

Morgan shrieks and ducks from Kofi's chair shot and quickly gets out of the ring. The Shield regroup as Kofi's theme comes on. The Philly diva shakes her head and glares at Kofi as he talks trash to The Shield. 

"What you gonna do? Come on!" Kofi yelled

'Almost got #Whacked in the face by a chair. Not pretty.' Morgan tweets.

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꩜ FUCK IT I LOVE YOU

꩜ pairing: spencer reid x afab!reader

꩜ rating: +18, mdni

꩜ word count: 4.8k

꩜ warnings/contains!: smut, unprotected piv, creampie, baseball reid, friends to lovers, love confessions, semi public sex, car sex, praise, heavy making out, hint of dry humping, mutual pining, kinda quickie, low-key idiots in love.

꩜ lyric: "baby, wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine"

© to de4dlyniightshade. no translations/reposts.

[WARNING!] - explicit sexual content! mdni!

꩜ A/N: idk anything about baseball so everything about it is very vague and honestly i don't rlly like this but i'm hoping it's good enough:,)

The hot sun beamed down on your bare skin as you leaned against the chain link fence, watching as the opposing team got into their positions, chattering amongst themselves. You had begged Morgan to let you be a sub so that you could be there for Spencer, who had unknowingly been roped into playing second base against his will.

"Nervous?" you asked Spencer, who was standing beside you, fidgeting with his hands. "I don't think I can do this," he replied, his voice full of worry and uncertainty as he licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting around the pitch, the pressure of all those eyes on him along with the crowds making him sweat.

"Yes, you can, Spencer; don't even worry about it; just do what Morgan said; feel it." You giggled lightly at the mention of Morgan's new-found catchphrase as you tried your best to give him a little pep talk, smiling sweetly at him as he met your eyes and hesitantly nodding as he looked back out to the pitch, watching as Derek made his way over.

"Ready, kid?" he asked, Spencer swallowing thickly now that he realised he couldn't put it off any longer than he already had. It was hard for him to not be nervous considering that Morgan had just displayed a perfect swing, and now he had to try to follow it up.

"Not really," he muttered, laughing nervously as he avoided his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. Derek let out a quiet chuckle, placing his hand on Spencer's shoulder and squeezing reassuringly, finally meeting his eyes.

"You're going to do fine, kid, just-" "Feel it. I know." Spencer cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say, making Derek smile as he patted his shoulder. "That's right, now get out there." Derek honestly sounded like a middle school coach, but it was sweet—the way he looked out for Spencer made you smile.

Spencer hesitated as he decided what bat to take, ultimately choosing the plain one and getting into position. You let out a quiet gasp, realising that he was forgetting something. "Spence! Wait!" you called, jogging over to him as he looked at you with a confused expression.

You stopped in front of him and removed your cap from your head, raising it to secure it onto his. "That's better; I can't have you batting with the sun in your eyes," you smiled. The action made him smile bashfully, mumbling a quiet "thanks" under his breath as he averted your eyes, slightly embarrassed at the realisation that everyone else was wearing caps for a reason.

You made your way to your teams bench, where one other sub was sitting, players being scarce for this game, hence why Spencer was playing, also because Derek just wanted him to, but he definitely helped with the lack of players more so.

You held your breath as you watched Spencer raise the bat, the opposing pitcher preparing his throw before reeling his arm back and hurling the ball towards Spencer. He swung...and missed completely. You winced a little, knowing that he was definitely embarrassed, as any normal person would be, and it didn't help that you heard a few snorts from the other teams benched players.

"At least he's actually playing," you mumbled just loud enough for them to hear, their laughter dying down as they looked over at you, your eyes remaining on Spencer and completely ignorant to them. the other sub, a guy you didn't even know the name of, chuckling beside you in agreement.

Spencer's head was down in thought, and you already knew he was still trying to work it out with physics, which anyone knew wasn't going to work; no amount of science would magically make the ball connect with the bat.

"Get outta your head!" Derek yelled from the pitch, Spencer's head snapping up to look at him before he nodded shakily, visibly swallowing down his nerves before raising the bat once again. You gripped the hem of your shorts tightly, your eyes fixed on the pitcher, practically burning a hole through him as he prepared his second throw, your breathing catching in your throat.

The ball hurtled towards him once again; he swung, but missed. You dropped your head into your hands, not out of embarrassment; you'd never be embarrassed to be known as his friend, but out of sympathy for him, knowing exactly how he'd be feeling. You'd never be embarrassed to be seen with him or have any connection to him; he was the smartest man you knew and would ever know; you didn't care how awkward he was or his lack of sports abilities; you loved and cared for him deeply, and no amount of missed swings would change that.

It pained you that he didn't know how much you loved him—more specifically, how you loved him like a friend shouldn't. Of course, he knew you loved him. You told him all the time, but he didn't know the weight behind your words. He didn't know how you'd cry yourself to sleep some nights at the thought of him never feeling the same for you, but no matter how much it hurt, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. The fear of rejection is a lot stronger than the pain of spending almost every day pining for him and longing for him to just get your hints, but he never did.

You only lifted your head when you heard the sound of someone approaching, looking up to see Morgan jogging towards a very disheartened Spencer. You didn't hear what he was saying, but you knew it was meaningful—the way he held Spencer by the shoulders and looked into his eyes, Spencer's expression softening as he spoke, nodding with confidence before Derek gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder, beaming a wide smile before making his way back to his position on the field.

You watched Spencer take a deep breath before he lifted the bat, swaying it behind his head as he adjusted his position, eyes fixed on the pitcher. Your breathing picked up, knowing this was his last chance before he struck out, your heart hammering in your chest as the pitcher prepared his third and final throw, reeling his arm back before hurling the ball towards Spencer, and it was like time slowed down, your breathing hitched in your throat as you watched the ball fly through the air in slow motion, time only returning to normal when a metallic clink sounded through the pitch, your heart leaping into your throat as you watched the ball disappear into the distance.

Your body was moving before you could stop it, and you jumped up from the bench, practically screaming like it was a championship game. It was a home run; it had to be, with Spencer taking off sprinting from base to base while the opposing team hadn't even gotten to the ball yet, and he was making the final run to home plate, skidding to a stop, and concluding the game.

You immediately took off towards him, all but throwing yourself into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. You held him like he'd disappear if you let him go, beaming a smile from ear to ear.

"I'm so proud of you, Spence," you said into the crook of his neck, feeling his arms tighten around you at your words. You unwillingly detangled yourself from him when you realised you'd been hugging him a little longer than a friend should, with Spencer helping you place your feet back on the ground as the rest of the team gathered around him to praise him for his winning shot, Spencer smiling a wide, true smile.

Everyone began making their way off the field to their friends and relatives who had come to watch, the crowd shrinking as people began to leave.

"We should totally go out to lunch to celebrate," Penelope suggested with an expression that was impossible to say no to, everyone agreeing that they would go back home and get changed beforehand, considering Derek and Spencer were drenched in sweat and nobody was dressed in eating-out attire.

"Hey, uh, could you drop me off on your way?" you asked, falling into Spencer's footsteps as he made his way to the parking lot to his car. The sound of your voice suddenly next to him startled him slightly, his eyes widening as he looked back at you in silence for a moment, processing what you'd asked him before he realised he hadn't answered. "Oh yeah, of course," he smiled as he pulled his keys from his pocket, shaking your head with your brows furrowed at the realisation they'd been there the whole time he'd been playing.

Spencer made sure to open the door for you and close it behind you, his manners making you smile. He'd always been such a gentleman, which you credited his mother for, as well as the fact that he was raised almost entirely by her alone.

Spencer got in on the opposite side, removing your cap from his head before putting his key in the ignition but not starting the car, making you look over at him to see he was already looking at you with an unreadable expression. Averting his gaze, you felt your cheeks heat up a little, feeling small under his eyes.

"Why do you hug me differently from the others?" he asked abruptly, the question making your heart sink to your stomach as you looked back at him. Your brows furrowed like you had no idea what he was talking about. Even though you did, you made sure to hug him just that much tighter than a normal friend would, making sure to wrap your arms around him just that much more intimately.

"I don't?" You lied, keeping a poker face on as best you could as he analysed your features. The knowledge that he was profiling you made you begin to sweat, and the knowledge that he would also notice that made you feel hot all over. You couldn't help but panic internally at the situation. What if he found out? What if he hated you? What if he rejected you? What if he told everyone? What if he was disgusted? What if he never wanted to talk to you again? You didn't think you could handle that; you needed him. even if he didn't need you in the same way, or maybe not even at all, but you needed him.

"You're lying," he stated, his gaze unfaltering. You gulped, letting out a shaky breath, wanting to curse at yourself for it, knowing that it would only make you seem more guilty than you already did.

"I dunno, Spence, I'm just a hugger; I hug everyone like that." You felt bad lying to him, but you couldn't exactly tell him the truth: that you were head over heels in love with him, and you hugged him the way you did to feel him close to you, even just for a moment, to feel his heart beat against your skin and his breath on your neck, to feel his warmth envelop you, and to make all your worries fade away.

"You're lying; your longest hug with JJ lasted 10 seconds; your longest hug with me lasted almost an entire minute." God, you fucking hated how smart he was and how much attention he paid to everything sometimes. It was very useful for work, but for personal reasons? absolutely terrible.

"Okay alright! I like your hugs! sue me!" You spoke defensively in a lighthearted way, putting your hands up in surrender, but Spencer still didn't seem convinced by your answer, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked at you like he was trying to read your mind and get inside your brain.

"But you said you loved JJ's hugs? Why don't you hug her the same way? I mean if you really did l-" "Spencer please!" You cut him off louder than you meant to, making you feel a little guilty for practically yelling at him, looking to see him staring back at you with doe eyes, taken aback by your outburst, mumbling "sorry" under breath, and looking away from him.

A tense silence filled the car as Spencer continued to bore holes into you. You knew this tactic; he was using a silent but powerful tactic to break you down and make you tell the truth. You'd seen him use it multiple times, and with a 100% success rate, you knew he'd break you sooner rather than later, much sooner.

"Okay! alright! Stop with the evil eyes! I hug you that way because I might have like a teeny tiny little crush on you, like tiny!" You really hoped that he would buy it. I mean you weren't really lying; you did have a crush on him; it just wasn't as tiny as you made it out to be.

"Really?" he asked, almost bashfully, a faint smile on his lips at your confession. "Everyone needs a work crush, Spencer, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be Hotch or Rossi, and Derek is too... Derek for me," you chuckled lightly, Spencer nodding in agreement.

"Well, go on, who's yours, smarty boy?" You asked jokingly, not expecting him to actually have one, but the way his cheeks flushed at the question made you gasp at the realisation that he did, turning in your seat to face him fully.

"Spill it! Is it JJ? It has to be jj." You pried, not missing the slight pain in your heart at the thought of him liking someone that wasn't you, but you couldn't blame him. JJ was gorgeous and has a killer personality; it would be hard to not have a crush on her.

"It's not jj," Spencer frowned, making you work for his answer, clearly having no intention of giving it up easily. "C'mon, just tell me! pretty please?" You put on dramatic puppy eyes and pouted out your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes, your expression making him roll his eyes.

"Well, it was you, but now I'm not so sure," he joked, looking away from you, his cheeks darkening to a deep pink at his confession, and your heart skipping at least ten beats as you just gaped back at him in disbelief.

"really?" You spoke softly, Spencer's gaze meeting yours again before he nodded, another silence filling the car. This one was different; it wasn't tense or awkward, and the air was suddenly thick, full of something you couldn't quite put your finger on. All you knew was that you suddenly felt hot all over, feeling the blush on your cheeks bloom as you looked back at him, neither of you seeming to be able to look away.

You watched as Spencer licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting between both yours before his gaze fell on your lips for a beat, your heart hammering in your chest in the anticipation that he might be about to kiss you finally, after over a year and a half of pining after him like an obsessive schoolgirl.

Time slowed as you watched Spencer lean in, the feeling of his hand moving to rest on your thigh making your skin burn white hot as you licked your lips, breathing heavy as Spencer stopped just shy of your lips, his hot breath mixing with yours as you both seemed to pause in contemplation, knowing that as soon as your lips connected there was no return, you were doing this.

"Can i?" He breathed against your waiting lips, swallowing in anticipation as his eyes raised to yours again, patiently awaiting your response, his eyes pleading for you to let him kiss you, so you did, closing the tiny gap between you to press your lips to his, immediately sighing in pure ecstasy as he kissed you back, finally having your insatiable craving for his lips fulfilled.

The kiss quickly became desperate and messy as you placed your hand on either side of his face, his hand sliding up your thigh to hold your waist, pulling you closer to him. The feeling made you moan quietly into his mouth.

Spencer broke to kiss and breathe, pulling back slightly to look back at you with almost lust-filled eyes, and you couldn't resist manoeuvring yourself out of your seat, swinging your leg over to be resting between his and anchoring the other at the outside of his thigh, straddling his leg before moving to be fully sitting in his lap, feeling his semi-hard bulge press into your thigh.

You surged forward again, roughly kissing him as you moved to rest your hands on either side of his neck, letting them trail up to rake your nails through his hair, the feeling making Spencer sigh into your mouth as he gripped your waist, gently kneading your soft skin.

You ran your tongue along his bottom lip, imploring him to open his mouth, which he did without a second thought, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth, kissing him sloppily and with fervour as you rolled your hips into his crotch, feeling his clothed cock against your heat, the sensation of you grinding into him making him groan into your mouth, the sound making you clench around nothing as you rolled your hips again.

This time you broke the kiss, only doing so so that you could trail messy, open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck, making sure to pay extra attention to the spot just below his ear, biting down and sucking gently, not enough to mark his skin but enough to make him squirm and press his hard length into you.

"Fuck Spence," you whined into his neck, your hot breath fanning his skin and making him shiver as he moved his hands to grip your hips, pushing you down on him and letting out a sigh. You quickly pulled away from him to scan the parking lot through every window, making sure there was nobody there before you clumsily turned in his lap to face away from him so that you could shimmy your shorts down your legs easier, kicking them off your ankles before turning back around to straddle his lap again.

Spencer's eyes were fixed on the sight of your barely covered crotch perched directly in his lap as your hands rested on his belt, your eyes looking up at him. "Can I? please?" You almost whispered, Spencer rolling his hips upward at your question, nodding frantically. Your hands moved quickly at his go-ahead, practically tearing his belt from the buckle and moving to unbutton and unzip his pants, immediately palming him over the material of his underwear as he let out a breathy moan.

"W-we- we really shouldn't," Spencer breathed as he looked up at you with eyes that said something completely different, his breathing heavy and cheeks flushed red. "I know, but are you really going to make me stop?" Your voice was sugary sweet as you spoke in his ear, your breath fanning his skin.

"N-no," Spencer stuttered, making you smile as you pressed a kiss to his neck before pulling away and locking your eyes with his. "Didn't think so," you teased before leaning in to press your lips against his again, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly, the action eliciting a moan from him.

You felt Spencer remove his hands from your waist, lifting his hips to tug his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard cock, whining into your mouth as he stroked the shaft a few times, his other hand moving to cup your clothed core, his fingertips teasing you over the soiled material before tugging it to the side and running the tip of his middle finger through your folds, whining into your mouth at the feeling of how wet you were, the sensation making you gasp, your lips disconnecting.

"O-oh my!" you mewled as Spencer circled his finger around your clit, rolling your hips into his hand to chase his touch. You felt the air in the car so thick you could hardly breathe, your chest heaving as your hands rested on his stomach, watching as he tugged at his hardened length, unable to resist touching himself. The way that you looked perched in his lap, your lust-filled eyes gazing down at him, made his mind cloudy with nothing but lust.

"F-fuck, I n-need you," Spencer rasped, his hips rutting into his own fist as you bit down on your lip, moving your hand to stop his movements, shifting forward in his lap as he let you wrap your hand around the base of his length, lining him up with your entrance, teasing his tip through your folds a few times.

"P-please, just-" Spencer cut himself off with a choked moan as you sunk down on his cock, the feeling of your walls surrounding him making him feel intoxicated as he threw his head back, his hands flying to your hips and gripping tightly, his eyes screwing shut.

You breathed in gasps as you adjusted to the stretch of Spencer's cock, the tip kissing your cervix and making your mind go completely blank as you gripped his shirt in your hands, your eyes falling closed and your head dropping forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder, Spencer's hands running up and down your back as he sighed in your ear.

"Fuck, I love you," Spencer murmured under his breath, your stomach flipping as your eyes flew open and you reeled back. Your sudden movement startled him as he stared back at you, not even realising what he'd said.

"you what?" Your voice was shaky as you blinked at him in disbelief. The colour drained from Spencer's face as he suddenly realised what he'd said and that he'd said it out loud, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he tried to muster up a response but ultimately coming up blank and just gulping and looking away from you.

"Did you mean it?" You asked, a tinge of pain in your voice at the thought of him not meaning it, making you get your hopes up only to be disappointed by him saying it completely by accident. All your worries were fading away when he shakily nodded his head, his eyes darting to yours for a brief second before he looked away again, feeling shy under your unfaltering gaze.

You stayed completely still for a beat, processing everything before you took Spencer's face into your hands, turning him to face you before you surged forward, crashing your lips onto his in a desperate kiss full of almost two years worth of passion and emotion, your forward nature catching Spencer off guard for a moment before he let his eyes close, kissing you back with the same intensity, his hands raising to cup your cheeks gently.

You broke the kiss as you pressed your forehead to his, both your breaths mingling as you held each other. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that, Spence," you breathed, Spencer's eyes opening to look into yours. What you could tell was a silent question.

"I love you too, Spencer," you reassured him, smiling like a giddy schoolgirl as you shifted in his lap, suddenly remembering that he was still buried in you, the sensation of his length dragging against your walls eliciting a moan from your lips, the feeling of your walls clenching around him making Spencer let out a whine, his hips twitching into you.

You sucked in a breath as you raised up slowly and dropped back down, both of you moaning in unison as Spencer held your hips, guiding you as you bounced up and down again, getting into a rhythm. Spencer whined out your name as you sped up your movements, the feeling of your cunt gliding up and down his length causing his jaw to fall slack, his brows knitting together in pleasure.

"S-shit, Spence!" You mewled out, gripping his hand that held your hip as the other tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, moaning wantonly as you bounced on his length, a constant stream of noises flowing from your parted lips.

"S-so good! so s-so good!" Spencer whined, thrusting into you in time with your movements, which he guided with his hands on your hips.

Your legs quickly grew tired, and you let Spencer take over, revelling in the feeling of him fucking you onto his cock, desperately thrusting into you as he chased his orgasm, a constant slew of moans and breathy curses falling from his lips.

"O-oh my god, Spencer!" Your voice was needy and higher in pitch as your eyes fluttered closed and your head fell back. The windows of the car were lined with a layer of condensation from the copious amount of body heat in the car, with the smell of sex filling the space.

"S-so pretty," Spencer breathed, his words making you whine, a blush spreading from your cheeks all the way down to your chest as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you, your walls clenching around him as you rolled your hips in time with his thrusts, Spencer's hands still guiding you up and down his length.

"S-so full, Spence! F-feel so good, baby," you whined loudly, Spencer's cock twitching at your praise, a whimper falling from his lips. Spencer's thrusts became more and more sloppy as he felt his release bubbling in his stomach, his mind going foggy as he murmured a mix of praises and your name incoherently.

"Spencer, I'm g-gonna c-cum!" You gasped, gripping Spencer's wrists as you began bouncing on his length again, desperately chasing your high. You felt your skin lined with a layer of sweat, the droplets gathering on your forehead making your hair stick to your skin awkwardly, but you didn't have the capacity to care, not when Spencer was making you feel so good and your climax was just out of reach.

"S-shit, I'm gonna cum- y-you have to-" Spencer stammered, his voice strained as he tried to lift you from his lap so he could pull out and most likely cum on your stomach, but you just dropped your full weight into his lap, forcing him as deep as he would go, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head and his hands held your hips with a vice-like grip, trying to focus on anything but how incredibly your pussy swallowed him in, your warm, wet walls constricting his sensitive cock.

"I-inside, baby, fuck p-please cum in m-me, Spence." Your voice was uneven and shaky as you begged him to fill you with his release, the thought alone making you completely delirious, only desperate for one thing and one thing only, and that was him cumming in you.

"O-oh my god!" Spencer moaned loudly as his cock twitched harshly. Unable to hold off any longer, he fulfilled your sinful demand and shot ropes of cum deep into you, the warm liquid filling you to the brim and leaking out around his cock as you whined out, moving your hand to rub quick circles on your clit, feeling your own release so close you could practically taste it.

"O-oh my- Spence!" You gasped, feeling your release hit you like a truck, the white hot pleasure knocking the wind from your lungs as you breathed in gasps, your whole body shuddering and writhing, your head falling onto Spencer's heaving chest.

The only sound that filled the stuffy car was both your heavy breathing in unison, Spencer's length still buried in you as you rested on top of him, your head snuggled into his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat almost lulling you to sleep before the grating sound of Spencer's phone ringing startled both of you. Spencer quickly scrambled to fetch it from his pocket, lifting his hips as he did so, the motion making his length drag against your oversensitive walls and push impossibly deeper, causing you to let out a gasp, which turned into a whine.

"Hello?" he answered, confusion in his voice as his brows furrowed. "What do you mean "hello?!" Where the hell are you? We've been waiting for you two for half an hour. What the hell are you doing?" Dereks voice was audible to you as he spoke, both your and Spencer's eyes bulging out of your skulls as you remembered you were supposed to go home and get changed to go out with the team.

"I'm on my way. Traffic is just really bad. I'll be there soon. gotta go!" Spencer scrambled for an excuse, hoping it would convince them before abruptly hanging up and looking up at you with a slightly panicked expression, both of you sitting in silence for a while before you both started laughing, unable to stay serious at the almost ridiculous situation you'd gotten into.

A/N: i literally can't end fics to save my life i'm so sorry also this is so ass i'm sorry

[m4rsd1ed]

He saved me || Part 1: Targets

-Norman's POV- (TW: strong language)

"Shit"

"LANGUAGE BRO WERE IN THE TOY AISLE OF TARGET THERE'S KIDS AROUND!" 

Morgan knew that, but.... he has a slightly bad habit of cursing. As for me? Nah, I only curse when it's necessary. 

We both laughed as we found what we needed for the group assignment. 

"Ready?" I turn Morgan's way; stopping the cart in the process. "What do you think, dumbass?" "We are in the toy aisle of Target, Morgan... there are small ass- OOH! You cursed!" Morgan cuts me off of my sentence like it was satire. So help me Lord.... 

-------𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟-----

"Okay...your total will be $15.79 + tax." "I'll be able to pay that" I said. 

"Cash or Card?" The young cashier asks me. She's in college I think. (A/n: Venus here! Did y'all miss me? No, Norman's not a pervert. He's second guessing and just wondering)

"Uhmmm, card please." Morgan gives his card to the cashier. Was it credit because I saw her swipe....? You know what, never mind that. At least we have what we need. 

-------𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡, ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖----- 

"Hey mom!" Morgan shouts. "We're home!" After running away from my abusive mother, Morgan and his mother gave me a place to stay. 

"Glad you're home honey!" Miss Maria shouts from the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready soon!" As she continues on cooking I get my bag and then me and Morgan head up stairs so we can set up where I sleep and stuff in his room. He had quite a spacious yet small room. He had dark purple walls but at first glance you could barely tell because he has a lot of posters. His bed was near a window and on that window it was just big enough to fit two people on it to sit. He gave me two dressers and the top of his closet and when I turned my head to see a mattress near his bed. His bed had black pillow cases and  a red and bed set. I had some FNAF pillow cases and a plain white bed set on my bed I had assumed it was from his brother's room.

I put my small unused gym bag next to the mattress on the floor and then I plop myself on it and stare at his ceiling fan go round and round. He tries to plop down with me but ends up falling on the floor and hitting his head. I start laughing at him.

"STOP LAUGHING AND PICK ME UP YOU DIPSHIT!" he says

He gets angry a lot but I don't mind I think he's cool no matter what! 

Total word count: 443 words (as of editing)