#and squealing at Jack's handsome face every now and then

[chimyku]

Looking at jelsa photo references is so hard, I have to resist squealing every time I see Jack's face

[ddejavvu]

I saw a video on tiktok the other day of a man on his wedding day getting down to the level of his new stepdaughter and reading out vows to her about how he'll always love and care for her and I bawled my eyes out. Now all I can think about is Hotch and single!mom reader on their wedding day getting down and reading vows to each others children. I dont know if you write single! Parent reader, but if you do could you write something with this premise? Thank you lovely if you can

Your daughter is mildly confused when Aaron beckons her over during the ceremony, but at four years old, she's mostly obedient to her parents. Well- to Aaron. To you, she protests and screams and giggles maniacally, but you suppose you're the one that gave it to her, so you can't complain without sounding like a hypocrite.

You set a hand on Jack's shoulder, ushering the older boy into your own grip.

"You look so handsome," You gush, eyes teeming with tears that threaten to ruin your mascara, "Jack, I- I won't embarrass you by calling you a mushy nickname like CrackerJack, or JackAttack, or Jackers-"

"You're using them all right now-!" The teenager protests, but he doesn't shrug your hand off of his shoulder; his protests are for show.

"Sorry! Sorry," You sniffle, and you let the fifteen year old wipe a tear away from your eye before it ruins your makeup.

"Jack," You repeat, steeling yourself, "I- I just want you to know that I love you. It's not because I love your dad, it's not because we live together, it's not because you woke me up with breakfast in bed on my birthday. It's- it's because of you, sweetheart. I know you're getting older, and- and you might be going away to college soon," You poorly withhold a sob, thinking of an empty bed in the room down the hall, "-but I just- I need you to know that it's you that I love, just the same as I love June. Your mom was an amazing woman, and she made an amazing son, and I'm so honored that you've given me permission to be your stepmom. I love you- Jackers."

Perhaps its awkward for the teen to face such strong emotion head-on, but you won't tattle to his schoolfriends about the tears that well up in his eyes, or the red tint to his nose as he bites them back.

"Love you too," He supplies weakly, surging forwards to wrap his arms around your waist- but it's all you need. One of your photographers makes to readjust your veil where it's been momentarily crumpled beneath his arm, but damn the veil, your stepson is more important.

"They're gushy," Aaron accuses, holding little June in his arms and pointing at you, "Are we gonna be gushy, Junie B Jones?"

Her eyes are mystified as she stares at her mama and her brother, but she shakes her head dutifully at Aaron.

"Oh, go, you're sappier than I am," You tease Aaron, and it rouses a light chuckle from your guests.

"Loony-Junie," Aaron starts, and the girl in his grasp giggles at the name. Encouraged by her delight, he employs her favorite moniker; her most desired snack, "My little pickle. Thank you, for letting me marry your mama. And for giving her the ring, even if it fell in the eggs instead of the fully-baked cake."

The little girl roars with a squeal of laughter at the memory, and- now you know why the Lysol wipes were on the counter the night of Aaron's proposal.

"You were a super big helper to me and your brother," He continues, holding her close, "And I'm so happy I get to be your stepdad now. I know you're a big girl, and you can do pretty much everything by yourself now," He lets her pipe up, falling silent as her tiny voice rings out.

"-I can even put my own shoes on the right feet!"

Not every audience member manages to stifle their giggle, but the little girl doesn't look abashed for it. Aaron nods with a fond grin on his face, and Jack leans into your side where you've pinned him in a hug.

"She can not. I had to switch her mary janes before the ceremony."

"Stop," You pinch him in the side, snorting with laughter and concealing it in the warmth of his shoulder, "Do not make me turn into an evil stepmother, Jack. Let her have this." He concedes- oh, such a good brother.

"I know!" Aaron exclaims, one of his large palms spread wide across her belly as he holds her in his arms, "I'm super proud of you, baby. But. If you ever need help with your shoes, or with your hair, or with your friends, or with your teachers, or with your brother," He shoots a suspicious glance at Jack who sticks his tongue out at his father, "Or with anything at all, pickle, you come tell me. Okay? Even if it's a problem that I'm part of."

"Okay," She agrees easily, unaware of the dozens of painfully-swollen hearts watching the display, "Thanks, dada."

"Oh, pickle," He bites back a shallow, raw twinge to his voice as he hugs her and you hiss, 'Gushy.'

"I love you too," He promises June, "Forever, and always, and even longer after that."

"Infinity?" Her eyes shine; it's a concept her pre-k class came upon in a library comic book and she's fascinated with it.

"For infinity." Aaron confirms, and her teeth show in a grin as brilliantly white and gleaming as the beads sewn into your outfit.

Her response is two tiny, chubby arms slung around his neck, and a delicate face buried in his shoulder. Despite your no-photography request, you're fairly certain a camera shutter goes off that doesn't belong to the photographer you hired.

Garcia.

Oh, well.

"Alright you saps," You manage to blubber, your voice barely clear of the sobs creeping up your throat, "Let's get married before I cry and ruin my makeup. I paid so much for the stylist."

Jovial laughter rings through the tent you've set up, and Aaron sets June down, though she follows at his heels the same way Jack does at yours. They stand together, brother and sister, just as you do with Hotch, soon-to-be husband and wife.

"Don't cry." You command, "Or I'll cry."

"Don't cry," He repeats with a sheepish grin and a thick voice, blinking rapidly, as your babies join hands, "Or I'll cry."

"I'm crying," A faint voice from the audience rings out, but you can't manage to find any annoyance towards Garcia's repeated disruptions.

Aaron laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and letting a tear slip despite his best efforts. He presses his forehead to yours, and you do the same, feeling his breath fan over your face as he reels himself in.

"Come on, Hotchner," You urge, your voice wobbly, as your heart races in anticipation, the officiant stepping towards you, "Get it together, big guy. I'm not leaving this tent without your last name."

[firawren]

Beauty and the Brute

Chapter 9, “Both a little scared, neither one prepared” rated T, now posted

Chapters: 9/12 now posted Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (Disney Animated Movies) Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Belle/Gaston Other Characters: Jonathan “Black Jack” Randall (Outlander), Lord John Grey (Outlander), LeFou, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Outlander Fusion, Marriage of Convenience, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Some Humor, Good Person Gaston, Sharing a Bed, Porn with Feelings, see full list of tags on AO3

Summary:

Maybe if she had had a night to sleep on it, maybe if she hadn’t been trembling and dizzy with fear, she would have chosen differently. But really, it was the only way. To keep herself safe from the sadistic Captain “Black Jack” Randall, Belle had no choice but to marry that ridiculous brute Gaston. He’s handsome, but spoiled, selfish, and unkind, a true beast of a man. He finds her stubborn, contrary, and not at all like an obedient little wife should be. It seems impossible that they could ever become friends, let alone fall in love. But maybe, with a bit of understanding, reflection, and transformation, they can get their fairy tale happy ending after all.

A retelling of Beauty and the Beast 1991, with Gaston in the role of the beast, set in an 18th century Outlander-inspired AU where England won its wars with France and now has authority over the country, and Belle and Maurice are English refugees living in France.

Excerpt from chapter 9:

She turned and held out her hands to him. “Dance with me?” Gaston’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but then he smiled and took her hands to let her pull them into the group of dancers.

Belle’s breath caught for a moment when Gaston moved one strong hand to her waist and pulled her closer to him, but before she could take a deep breath to steady herself, he was already sweeping her into the dance. She gave a small shriek at being moved so quickly and effortlessly, which turned into a gleeful laugh.

The music flowed around them like a river sweeping them along. They threaded through the other dancers in looping, wild circles, light upon happy feet. The room was a blur of color and sound; Belle’s eyes were blind to everything but Gaston’s joyous-eyed face before her. She couldn’t tell if the music was getting faster or if it was just the feeling of her heart soaring. She lost herself in it, buoyant and carefree. She flung her head back and laughed, the sound of it ringing out like a bell, vibrant and gleaming.

Gaston pulled her even closer and lifted her off her feet to sweep her in an arc around him, her yellow skirt billowing out like the radiant sun cutting its path across the sky. A little delighted squeal flew from her lips at every boisterous twirl and hop, and Gaston’s answering laughter filled her heart to the point of bursting.

When the dance ended, everyone cheered the band, and there was a small pause before they started on their next song. Belle and Gaston were both laughing breathlessly, looking at each other. “I need some air,” Belle managed to say between laughs. “Let’s go outside.” She took hold of his hand again and pulled him with her out the front door of the tavern.

Continue reading chapter 9 “Both a little scared, neither one prepared” of “Beauty and the Brute” on AO3

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Texts from Tom Hiddleston

Masterlist

34. The Talk

Warnings: sickening fluff which quickly turns to dirty smut at the end

A/N: Contradictory to the rest of the series, this chapter doesn’t actually have any texting in it. Also, I’m sorry it took so damn long!

As you sat at your vanity, putting on your makeup, you wondered why you were so nervous. By now, you considered Emma a good friend, and you had met Jack plenty of times, not to mention you spent 40 hours a week for the past year with Annalise. That being said, you’d never been to their house, and you weren’t going as Anna’s teacher, you were going as Tom’s girlfriend. Though, as far as Anna knew, you were just going as her teacher.

“Uncle Tom is coming to my house for dinner,” she had told you earlier that day at school.

“That sounds like fun,” you replied nonchalantly. “Do you think I could come too?”

“Yeah!” She answered excitedly, giving you a big hug.

You smiled at the memory while you applied your mascara. Just then, your boyfriend, looking as handsome as ever, appeared in your bedroom doorway.

“Are you almost ready, darling?” Tom asked you as he walked in. “What are you smiling at?”

“Just thinking about Anna,” you told him. “She was so excited when I asked her if I could come to her house today.”

“Why wouldn’t she be? A real-life Disney princess is coming to her house,” he said as he came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“I just hope she doesn’t think I’m taking her Uncle Tom away from her when we tell her about us,” you admitted nervously.

He looked at you through the reflection of the mirror and smiled. “We’ll be sure to explain to her that this won’t affect my relationship with her whatsoever. You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart,” he assured you. “But it’s not too late to cancel if you aren’t ready for this yet.”

You turned in your chair to look up at him. “No, no! I’m ready. Just a little nervous is all.” You stood up and kissed him. “Shall we?” you asked, and the two of you left for Emma’s.

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When you arrived at Emma’s house, you insisted that Tom enter first. When he walked in, Anna came running down the hall shouting “Uncle Tom!” He squatted down with open arms just in time to catch her as she crashed into him. She wrapped her little arms around his neck and he lifted her up.

“Guess who I brought with me,” he told her excitedly.

Her face lit up. “Bobby?!” she guessed.

Tom chuckled. “Even better!” He turned around so Anna could see you in the doorway.

“Miss Y/n!” she squealed as she wiggled in Tom’s arms, reaching toward you.

“Hi!” you said, matching her enthusiasm as you went to take her from Tom.

“Uh uh,” he scolded as he set the three year old back down instead of handing her to you. “Miss Y/n is still trying to get better, so she can’t carry you right now,” he told Anna before looking at you.

You rolled your eyes at him and kneeled down to her level, holding your arms out to her. She hugged you tight as Emma came around the corner.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” Emma greeted you both. She hugged her brother, who then put his hand on her large belly.

“How is my nephew?” he asked with an adoring smile on his face. It made your heart melt.

“A lot more active than his sister, that’s for sure,” she replied, exasperated. “He especially likes to do flips in the middle of the bloody night.”

Tom laughed. “Hang in there, Ems. Only 3 months to go.”

“Ugh! Don’t remind me,” she groaned. Then she immediately looked at you, slightly horrified with herself. “Shit. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to complain—.”

You waved her off as you stood up from your kneeling position. “Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t the right time. Besides, you have every right to complain. It sounds like you’re quite uncomfortable.” You gave her a sympathetic smile, but she still seemed a bit uneasy. Thankfully, Anna provided a much needed subject change.

“Come see my room,” she requested, tugging on your shirt.

You looked down at her with the utmost enthusiasm. “I would love to see your room!” You looked back at Emma for permission and she gave you a smile and a nod. Then your gaze met Tom and he winked at you as his niece led you away to her bedroom.

Annalise was sure to show you every detail of her bedroom, from her Frozen bedspread to every single toy she had in her toy box. She was in the middle of introducing you to all of her stuffed animals when Tom walked in. For a moment he just watched the two of you talk, biting his lip as he tried to contain his joy. You and Anna were sitting on her bed and you didn’t notice Tom had walked in until he cleared his throat, causing you to turn and look at him.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he apologized as he came to sit down next to you on the toddler bed. “I just wanted to see what the two of you were up to.”

“Oh, just a load of trouble, clearly,” you joked, winking at him.

“I’m showing Miss Y/n all my friends,” Anna chimed in, gesturing to all of her stuffed animals.

“Ah yes,” said Tom. “Watch out for Mr. Snake over there. He can be quite the rascal sometimes.” You laughed as you nudged him with your elbow. He then put his hand on your back, stroking it softly as he addressed his niece. “Hey, Anna, can I tell you something?” he asked her, trying to sound as excited as possible.

“What?” she asked, thoroughly intrigued by whatever he was about to tell her.

“Come here.” Tom gestured for her to come sit in his lap. As she did so, he wrapped an arm around her, keeping his other hand on your back. “Did you know that Miss Y/n isn’t only your teacher?” Anna gave him a skeptical look, as if her uncle had suddenly lost his marbles. He chuckled at her expression as he continued. “She’s also my girlfriend.”

“She’s my friend too,” Anna told him, in such a tone that she might as well have added a ‘duh’ to her statement. You tried to hold back your laughter and gave Tom a look that said ‘she’s got you there.’

He decided to take a different approach. “You know how much your daddy loves your mummy?” he asked her. She nodded. “That’s how much I love Miss Y/n.” You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Oh okay,” Anna responded, thinking about this for a moment. Then her eyes lit up with realization. “So are you gonna have a baby too?!” she asked both of you excitedly.

Your eyes went wide and you felt Tom tense up instantly as he started to stutter, not knowing how to answer the little girl. You lifted your head back up and put your hand on his shoulder instead, giving it a gentle squeeze as you stepped in to answer her. “No, not right now, sweetie.”

Tom relaxed a bit and Anna’s face fell. “Oh,” she said. “That’s okay. I don’t even know how to take care of one baby.” You and Tom couldn’t help but burst out laughing, causing Anna to giggle too.

“What’s so funny in here?” Emma asked, walking in the door.

“Oh, Anna here was just discussing the hardships of child rearing,” Tom answered his sister. “Something you clearly wouldn’t understand.” You continued to laugh as Emma rolled her eyes at her brother.

“Well, when you lot are finished, Jack says dinner’s ready,” she said, chuckling as she turned to leave. Tom stood up, lifting Anna with him. You followed suit, and the three of you headed to the dining room for dinner.

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You had a wonderful night at Emma’s, and Anna didn’t seem bothered at all by the news she recieved about you and Tom, proving your nerves from earlier to be just that: silly nerves.

On the drive home, Tom placed his hand on your thigh. “Did you have a good time, darling?” he asked you.

You placed your hand on top of his and smiled at him. “I really did.”

“Good,” he replied. As he drove, he was quiet for a while, and you could tell something was on his mind.

You squeezed his hand. “What’s wrong, baby?”

He blinked and shook his head as if he had been woken up from a trance. “Nothing, love. Just driving,” he replied, but you knew him better than that.

“Spit it out, Hiddleston,” you implored.

He sighed. “Okay, it’s not a big deal, though,” he prefaced. “I was thinking about when Anna asked us if we were going to have a baby.”

You tensed up as you remembered that awkward moment. You had no idea how he felt about the subject, since the two of you never really talked about it. “And…?”

“And I was also thinking about your response…” he told you hesitantly.

“I figured it was the most appropriate answer for her at the time,” you explained, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Oh, it was! And I appreciate you stepping in for me. It’s just…” he paused, trying to think. “When you said ‘not right now,’ did you mean— you know what? Nevermind. We don’t need to talk about this now. Forget I mentioned it.” He shook his head, laughing nervously. You’d never seen him so nervous and unsure of himself. It was actually kind of cute.

“Okay, if that’s what you want,” you said. Truth be told, you didn’t know what else to say. You should have expected a conversation like this to come up, given what happened, but you had been so caught up with just being with him again.

Tom quickly changed the subject to how the pair of you mercilessly beat Emma and Jack at charades, and you both mused and laughed about it the rest of the way to your house. Still, you had a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you shouldn’t leave anything unsaid, and by the time you were laying in bed, nestled into Tom’s body, your back against his chest, you decided to speak up.

“Someday,” you said quietly into the darkness.

“What’s that, love?” Tom asked, confused.

You turned your head to look at him. “The answer to your question earlier. I’m not ready for a baby right now, but I do want one someday, and I really hope it’s with you, but I understand if you don’t want that.”

He propped himself up on his elbow behind you and smiled down at you as he brushed a hair from your face. “Princess, I didn’t tell you this because I didn’t want to scare you off or think I’m in a rush— because I’m not in a rush at all— but there have been a few times when I couldn’t help but imagine you as a mother. The first time was the day of the field trip to the aquarium.”

“Really?” you asked in disbelief as you turned your body to lay on your back, so you could look at him more comfortably. “That early on?”

“I couldn’t help it. You’re so good with your kids at work, how could I not?”

You gazed up at him lovingly. “You should see yourself with Anna. Pure baby-daddy material.” You gave him a wink before pulling him in for a kiss.

It was meant to be a chaste, loving kiss, but it quickly deepened. You pushed your tongue into his mouth and glided it over his, while your hand made its way down his abdomen and into his boxers. When you felt that he was already starting to get hard, you hummed in delight into his mouth and wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock and started lightly stroking it. He gave a little whimper before breaking the kiss suddenly and looking at you with concerned eyes, a hint of lust hiding behind it.

“Y/n, it’s only been a week,” he reminded you.

“Just because I’m not allowed to cum doesn’t mean you can’t,” you said sultrily as you gave him a few more strokes.

His eyes closed for a second while he took a sharp breath, trying to gather himself. “It wouldn’t be fair, darling,” he said as he took your arm and pulled your hand out of his boxers. “I promise you, I don’t mind waiting.”

You took his face in your hands. “And I promise you that I want nothing more than to wrap my lips around that lovely dick I missed so much and make you cum down my throat. So, please, baby, let me do that?” You looked up at him with big doe eyes you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

Sure enough, his head fell forward in defeat, letting out a surrendering sigh. “I’m not going to convince you otherwise, am I?”

You lifted his head so he would look at you again. “I’m afraid not, my love,” you informed him sweetly.

“Well then, who am I to deny a princess what she wants?” he said as he leaned down to kiss you again.

While you kissed him back, you nudged him as a hint to roll onto his back. He did so, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you on top of him in the process. Your lips traveled from his lips, along his jaw, and down his neck, sucking the sensitive skin and occasionally grazing your teeth against it. He was panting in your ear, soft moans lacing his breaths. You continued your way down, kissing his collar bone, his sternum, taking a detour to briefly flick your tongue over each of his nipples, and then down his abs. When you got to his boxers, you could plainly see from the strain in the fabric that he was rock hard by now. You bit your lip and looked up at him. He was staring down at you with intense lust. You gave him a smile before turning your attention back to his cock. Not bothering to take his boxers off, you simply pulled his massive erection out of his fly. You licked your lips, thinking it was even more impressive than you had remembered. You then cupped his balls through his boxers and licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, causing him to hum softly in pleasure. Using the hand that was cupping his balls, you extended your fingers to include the base of the shaft in your grasp, increasing the pressure in his balls while also having a firm grip on his cock. You kissed the tip and then swiped your tongue over his slit, tasting the precum that had already started to leak from it. “Mmmm,” you moaned at the taste while you wrapped your lips around the dark pink head of his cock. He moaned in kind, bringing one hand to your head and lacing his fingers through your hair. You swirled your tongue around a few times before slowly taking more and more of his length in your mouth. When you reached your limit, you began sucking, while you slowly bobbed your head up and down. Tom gasped when you started sucking, and you felt his fingers curl into a fist in your hair, slightly tugging on it. You moaned around his cock in response, increasing your speed. He grunted and groaned as you sucked his cock faster and harder, and it didn’t take long before you felt his balls tighten in your hand.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Tom huffed as he tugged your hair a little harder and bucked his hips. “You’re going to make me cum already!” It was all the encouragement you needed. You tightened your lips around his girth and sucked as hard as you could while his shaft slid in and out of your mouth at a quick pace. In seconds you felt his cock throb and explode in your mouth; hot, salty cum spurting down your throat just as you had asked for. You swallowed every last drop, then released his dick from your lips and crawled back up his body to kiss him on the lips.

When the kiss ended, you kept your face close to his. “Do you like the taste as much as I do?” you asked softly.

“Only when it’s on your lips,” he replied before kissing you again and rolling the both of you on your sides. It was only then that you realized you were soaked through your pajama shorts, but you hoped he wouldn’t notice and then feel bad that he got to cum and you didn’t.

As if reading your mind, he parted his lips from yours. “I still feel bad that I got to cum and you didn’t,” he echoed your thoughts.

You chuckled and smiled warmly at him, tracing the side of his face with your finger. “You know you’re allowed to enjoy a gift without worrying about what to give in return.”

He sighed. “You know that’s not in my nature, my darling,” he responded as he dragged his fingertips lazily down the curves of your body. “But I suppose I have no choice now, huh?” He gazed adoringly at you, a reluctant smile on his lips.

“That’s my darling boy,” you praised him sweetly, kissing the tip of his nose and snuggling into his chest, like you always did when you drifted off to sleep. He held you close and kissed the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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[sister-morticia]

The Night We Met (Eric Draven x Reader)

IM BAAACK, here have some fluffy Eric x Reader

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera​

This one is for you, darling! So sorry it took me so long to get this out <3

Halloween, 1993 

Y/N watches on as Eric strides out of the bathroom, steam curling from his skin, his hair damp. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and he looks over to his wife, smiling ear to ear.

 “We mustn’t keep them waiting, darling,” Y/N coos as she fits an earring snuggly at her lobe, pushing the long red strands of her wig from her face. “They’ve been looking forward to this all year.” A smile echoes on her lips when she hears her husband’s amused chuckle from behind her. She feels his warm arms encase her and she melts into the touch, closing her eyes for a fleeting moment. 

 “You look blue,” he murmurs against her ear, his breath hot against her neck. He stifles his laugh against her skin and pulls her close to him. She is, of course, painted head to toe in blue body paint. She rolls her doe eyes at his bad joke and pulls away from him to add the finishing touches to her costume. She dabs more black gloss to her lips as she traces tip of her eyeliner in cross-stiches along her mouth and manages to say, “Are you going to get into that suit or am I going to have to stitch you into it?” 

 Eric is already at the other side of the vanity, pulling on a black shirt. His black and white striped suit hangs on the doorknob, ghostly still. He pulls his hair back from his face, considers his profile a moment and clicks his tongue in confirmation. He slides into the suit with ease as Y/N watches on in amused admiration and begins working on his make-up. He starts the cross-stitches along either side of his mouth to match Y/N’s, a perfect pairing of Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. His suit jacket clung to his frame perfectly too, and Y/N stood mouth open at the sight of him.

 “Oh, Eric!” she squeals, “They’re just going to love it!” She plants a kiss on his pale cheek and claps her hands in excitement as she hurries down the staircase to where their children wait in anticipation. 

 ***

 They make their grand entrance hand in hand. Y/N’s gown is a breathtaking assemble of patchworks the shades of a pastel rainbow and Eric’s resembles a well-dressed skeleton, elegant and composed.  Eric’s smile warms at the sight of Elijah and June dressed in their own little costumes. Elijah had insisted on Dracula, while June had proudly announced her plans to transform into Victoria Everglot from The Corpse Bride. They are all beautiful like this. Together. 

 Eric kneels down and opens his arms wide, receiving his little girl first as she giggles against him. “And who’s this little princess?” he says sweetly, looping his arm around her before planting a small kiss against her soft ashen hair. 

 June slips her fist between her teeth and begins to mouth at it. “Daddy!” she exclaims, playfully pushing at his shoulder, “I’m not a princess, I’m a corpse bride!” Eric chuckles and releases her to her mother, while his eyes move to the sight of his son, fearsome and a gothic’s dream child. Elijah’s little fangs hang low from his bottom lip and he gives a small hiss and raises claw-like fingers against the shadows, earning a dramatic shriek from his mother.

 “Oh no! It’s Count Dracula!” Y/N giggles wildly as Eric sweeps her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

 “I’ll rescue you, fair maiden!” he shouts as he spins her around whimsically, as he had done when he had proposed to her in a garden of lavenders what seemed like a lifetime ago. But now, these years later with children of their own, he felt younger again somehow.

 “Eric, put me down!” she cries out as the children watch on, laughing gleefully as their father set her down gently. Eric roughs Elijah’s oil-slicked hair (much to the boy’s dismay) before planting a secret kiss atop of his head and sneaking a wink to June through the black smudges of his eyeshadow.

 *** 

 The all sit together huddled by the fireplace, the warm glow of the embers illuminating every shadow beneath their eyes, every corner of their smiles. Eric holds Y/N, almost cradles her while she in turn holds the children in her arms. Elijah quickly crawls out of his mother’s embrace and seeks the adventure of his father’s knee and clings to it.

 “My little family of monsters,” he sighs peacefully, looking into the flickering flames, “It’s time for a story.” 

 June gasps, “Is it scary, Daddy?” 

 Eric chuckles lightly, “No darling, not scary. But it is a true story, one that happened not long before the both of you were born. In fact, if this story had not happened, neither of you would be here today. It’s the story of how your mother and I met.” There is a twinkle in his eye when he turns to glance down at Y/N and a gleam resides in hers and she gazes back. 

 “Oh, do go on, darling.” Y/N sighs, leaning back against his chest, listening to the comforting steady beat of his heart. “I do love this story,” 

 Eric clears his throat dramatically and begins with a flair, “Once upon a cold December morning, a young man enters a cassette store in the hopes of finding the latest Radiohead record when a beautiful and unsuspecting woman enters through the front door. She has dark flowing hair and emerald green eyes; the most beautiful face that man had ever seen. He was so taken by her that he plucked up the courage to go and talk to her, ask for her name, if she had any plans that night. She laughed at him and for a second, he’d thought he’d lost her. She confirmed that she did have plans that night, plans with a tall and handsome stranger she’d just met in a cassette store in Detroit, one she happened to like very much already. His heart skipped a beat! She said yes!” 

 Y/N throws her head back and attempts to hide her laugh with the back of her hand as a feverish blush blooms across her blue cheeks. She loves this story. 

 “And so, the young stranger took her out that night to the most beautiful place he knew: the statue of The Spirit of Detroit. He made some dorky remark about how she shined like the rays of the sun in the figure’s left hand. She’d laughed at his comment and told him he was sweet. They kissed that night and the statue watched on; the beautiful woman joked about the figure shouting at them in the dark and the man said he would protect her, even from men of bronze. And exactly a year later, he led her through a field of lavenders and the spent the day with each other beneath gloom of the purpling skies. Then he got down on one knee,” Eric returns his gaze to Y/N, who sits now squarely facing him, bracing for the finale, “and asked her to marry him.” Both Elijah and June sit stunned, clinging to him for the end to the story. The smile at their mother who raises her hand to lean her ring finger against the firelight. It shines brightly there in their little darkness. “And she said yes,” Eric adds finally, taking Y/N’s hand in his, kissing the cool metal on her finger. “Again.” 

 Y/N strokes his cheek, leaving a smear of blue paint in its wake. The children giggle manically. “And she always will,” she continues, “now and forever.” He cups her chin and tilts his head down to hers so that their lips meet, the distance finally closing between them. Warmth spreads within them and an airy feeling of giddy joy overflows. With the familiar weight of their children surrounding them, in this one blissful moment, everything is illuminated.

[lokislastlove]

Come One, Come All (dark!Loki x reader)

Summary: A girls night out to the fair takes an insidious turn.

Warnings: Noncon/Rape, knife play, oral (m&f), smut, bondage, kidnapping.

This is a dark fic! 18+ ONLY! Explicit Adult content. Please READ THE WARNINGS! Do not continue if these matters upset you!

Authors Note: I wrote another one! No idea where this came from, but it was fun to write. Still working on improving my smut, huge thanks to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for some tips and editing the shit out of it. 😘 also I know there is a creepy clown in the pic but I feel like I have to say there aren’t any clowns in the fic. I hate clowns.

Chapter 1:

It was the kind of summer night you dream about, warm enough to keep you comfortable in your shorts and peasant top, but with a light breeze that keeps you cool enough to fight the flush of alcohol in your veins. You look forward to these moments when you are able to go out with your girlfriends and let loose, forgetting about all life’s responsibilities, if just for a single night.

“Come on!” Ash calls over her shoulder, her hand tight around your wrist pulling you impatiently.

“Aww but that looks so good” you groan as you press your face longingly against the glass barrier of the hand dipped corn dog cart.

The sweet scent of the frying corn dough wafts tantalizingly through the air making your mouth water. You friends laugh at your theatrics, having just helped you scarf down a large sugary funnel cake and a platter of nachos, the evidence of which still stains the corner of your mouth. Really, it was their fault for getting you tipsy before taking you to the county fair, everything just smelled heavenly and if you could you would try one of everything.

“Just a slushee?!” You beg as Jen steps behind you and pushes you out of the food court, giggling the entire time.

“Come on, fight the drunchies! You promised you would try that new funhouse,” Jen whines, looping her arm through yours, Ash doing the same on the other side.

“Oh yeah,” you grumble.

“Oh stop it” Ash scolds playfully. “Everyone at work keeps talking about it - it’s like a mini escape room! And I’ve always wanted to do one, please.” She rants excitedly before giving you her best puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh that’s cheating. No one can resist those big brown eyes” you pout, but yield as easily as they knew you would.

“I know” Ash smirks, tossing back her long silky black hair over her slender shoulder.

“This is gonna be so much fun, I promise” Jen bumps your hip, giving you a wide encouraging smile.

You manage a strained grin as you let them lead you through the crowd. It’s not that you don’t like funhouses or the idea of doing an escape room, having always loved solving riddles and doing puzzles. It’s just you don’t like clowns, and every funhouse in your experience has at least one.

“Oh damn there’s a line!” Jen moans as you all stop in front of a large structure covered in flashing lights, the ominous ‘Tricksters Trap’ bathing your face in a violent red glow.

Garish contrasting colors somehow both attract your eye and make it hard to look at. Your pupils dilate with the lines of fluorescent bulbs burning into your retinas. The stereotypical circus music blares through the cheap speakers, reminding you of one of those old Jack in the box toys. And of course, without fail, was the obligatory clown statue hanging over the entrance, like some creepy sentinel there to guide you to your inevitable demise.

“Ugh fucking clowns” you grimace as you pass by the entrance, heading toward the end of the line.

“Yeah they definitely nailed the creep factor,” Jen agrees, her eyes shining with nervous excitement.

“I know isn’t it great?!” Ash squeals.

You stand there taking in the horrific detailing painted on the side of the metal structure. You are thankful when Ash explains there is a time limit, only ten minutes to complete the puzzle or else they kick you out and you have to try again. If you figure out the puzzle you get to leave through the mirror maze and you earn the coveted “I tricked the Trickster” sticker.

“Gotta get that sticker, or else that bitch Katie at work will never let me forget that she got one and I didn’t” Ash complains, causing you and Jen to share a look and snicker.

“Hey! Don’t laugh, this is serious! We gotta be smart and figure this out, failure is not an option” she urges dramatically before collapsing into drunken giggles with you and Jen.

“You ladies seem eager to prove yourselves,” slithers a low voice.

Startled you gasp and spin around quickly. The three of you look up at the tall lean figure standing behind you. He wears a perfectly tailored black ensemble, that matches the color of his slicked back hair. His eyes practically glow green against his alabaster complexion. His sharp cheekbones and angular jaw make your breath hitch, causing his thin lips to curve into a sinister smirk. He is stunning.

“Um, yeah. Well this place has the whole town buzzin’. Seems like everyone is talking about it” Jen is the first to speak.

“Ah I see. Wouldn’t want to miss your chance to take a stab at it” the mysterious man surmised, eyes focused on you.

“We got this shit. Right guys?” Ash assures him as she playfully smacks you and Jen.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out. Good luck,” he challenges with a raise of a brow.

You stare after him as he saunters away without another word. His hips and shoulders sway smoothly, his soft footsteps giving him a dangerous almost feline vibe, like he could rival even the most deadly of predators. As he turns to round the corner of the ride he takes one last look over his shoulder at you. Your eyes lock for only a fraction of a second but it’s enough to send a chill down your spine.

“That was weird, right?” You mutter, eyes still transfixed where he disappeared.

“Eh, just another creepy dude. If I had a nickel for every weirdo who tries to chat me up…” Jen jokes.

“You’d have like a whole 50 cents,” sasses Ash.

You are finally broken from your daze when Ash is pushed into you. You laugh and try to brush off the lingering effect of the handsome stranger, shifting your focus back to your friends. The line goes by quicker than expected, with only one group out of the three ahead of you making it out with stickers. The losing groups return to the line from a back door, bickering about where they went wrong.

Finally it is your turn. Ash claps her hands excitedly, dancing up the metal stairs to the costumed man at the entrance. His red and white stripped suit is expertly torn and painted with fake blood to make him look as intimidating as possible. With a tip of his top hat he welcomes the three of you and begins to explain the rules in his well practiced accent.

“Come one come all to the Tricksters Trap, if you’re feeling lost, just go find the map.” He sings with flair and a perfectly timed bow, directing you to the inauspicious black door.

Taking a deep breath you follow your squealing friends into the darkened hallway. Pausing to look back as the door creaks shut, cutting off the jovial sounds of laughter and chatter with a sudden slam. You flinch at the loud noise and turn back to the dim hallway. The short corridor is lined with wall to wall green velvet curtains barely visible with the green rope lights running along the ceiling.

“Guys?” You whisper when you don’t see them next to you, causing your heart rate to quicken

You call for them again, this time louder, your feet unwilling to move from the spot. It has only been thirty seconds and you are already about to call it quits. Get a grip. You take a hesitant step forward.

“You guys?!” You call shakily.

“Hey! Come on we found the map!” Jen pokes her head from around the corner at the end of the hall.

She disappears just as quickly, waving her arm for you to follow. You breathe a sigh of relief and rush after her. You enter a large room filled with all sorts of random objects. It’s as if it is designed to overload your senses. The green from the hall carried on into the room, more velvet green curtains hung on the walls that were not obstructed by shelves of books or other oddities. You saw everything from perfectly aligned glass jars filled with alien looking creatures, grandfather clocks, to treasure chests overflowing with grizzled toys.

Jen and Ash are hunched over a table with a map spread out smoothly. It was easy enough to see it was a map of the room and hallway, with what appeared to be three small rooms hidden along the wall behind the heavy green drapery. You go over and pull back a curtain and find a locked door, the other two also hiding a locked door.

“Ok so it looks like we gotta find a way to open these doors” you offer, your anxiety calming a bit as you focus on the mystery at hand.

“Hey look there is some sort of code over here by the lock on the door.” Ash hollers excitedly.

You each pick a door code and frantically search the room. It doesn’t take long for you to figure out you need to use the books on the large shelf along one wall. The first number tells you the book the second refers to a specific page. You find a slip of paper in the book with a riddle written in a blood red ink.

“I make two people out of one” You read aloud.

“You can hold me in one hand, but I’m used to fill the room” Ash reads hers, her face twisting in concentration.

You both look to Jen, “I have two hands, but I can’t clap.”

“Damn no wonder so many people failed, definitely wish I wasn’t drunk right now” Ash laughs.

“No no we can do this, it’s probably items in the room so let’s just focus. We’ll do one at a time.” You assert, pacing the room and trying to take in all the random objects.

“Two hands…” you mutter as you stop in front of a large grandfather clock. “Clocks have hands!” You yell excitedly and open the narrow door.

The heavy pendulums swing inside and you see a shining silver glint off the rounded golden end. You pull off the small silver key, stuck on by a tiny magnet, and jump in excitement.

“Holy crap! You’re a genius!” Jen exclaims running over to take the key and try it in the door.

The key slides in smoothly and the door opens with a gratifying click.

“Woo! Keep going, you are on a roll!” Ash claps as she cheers you on.

“Ok, ok” you giggle before taking a deep breath. “Two people out of one… maybe a camera? Or wait…” you realize as you stare at Ash currently checking her makeup in an antique mirror hung between two curtains.

“Ash! Try pulling on that mirror!” You yell pointing frantically at the mirror in front of her.

Her brows knit together briefly before understanding, grabbing the frame and tugging gently until it swings open, revealing a key hung on the wall.

“Yes!” You all shriek together.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and a loud maniacal cackle reverberates through the surround sound speaker, turning your elation into yelps of surprise.

“Two minutes left” a familiar polished voice echoes forebodingly throughout the room.

“Shit, that scared the crap out of me” Jen laughs clutching at her chest.

The warning gives you pause, managing to shift the spirit of the whole room. Ash giggles nervously as she watches the lights of the room transition from their previous dim yellow light to a menacing red hue. The mood lighting in addition to the increasing volume of the horror soundtrack playing over the speaker helps to put you back into your initial anxious state.

“Seriously? Is this fucking necessary?” You curse, shaking your head.

“Ok let’s get the last one guys! We can still do this!” Jen yells through the cacophony of sound effects.

“Yeah what can we fit in our hand but somehow also fills the room?” Ash reiterated the final riddle.

“These red lights make it so much harder to see” Jen complains bitterly as she rummages through the items inside a large chest.

“Lights… Jen that’s it! A lightbulb!” A smile breaks out on your face as you figure out the final clue.

“Look up there!” Ash points to a solitary darkened light bulb screwed into the ceiling.

“I got it.” Jen jumps onto the table and reaches up, unscrewing it quickly. “There is a key inside!” She shouts.

She unscrews the bottom of the fake lightbulb and received the key before handing it to Ash. Each of you run over to the corresponding doors and turn the key, squealing in delight when they all slide open.

“Is that it?” Jen asks looking into the cramped dark space behind the door.

It was little more than a closet. Barely enough room for each of you to stand in. You were at a loss. You could have sworn that would be the end.

“Guys there is a lever here on the back wall of mine, how about yours?” Ash’s muffled voice calls from inside her closet.

“Oh yeah mine too!” Jen replies.

“Do you think we have to pull them at the same time? ‘Cus mine did nothing when I tried it” Ash says poking her head out to look at you.

“Thirty seconds!” That haunting voice booms again as a tick clock sounds through the speakers, counting down your final moments.

“Ok let’s try it together!” You nod at both of them, before stepping into the tight dark space.

“THREE! TWO! ONE!” You shout, mirroring your friends calls, pulling down your lever with a snap.

There is a moment of silence as the lights of the room behind you suddenly go dark, the music and sound effects cutting off instantly.

“Did we get it?!” You yell.

You don’t get the chance to hear your friends response as the wood door slams behind you, locking you into the small space.

Tags: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @caffiend-queen

[forever-rogue]

hi 🥺 can i have "It's lonely here without you" from list 2 with Jack? 🥺 if possible some hurt/comfort situation? love you 💖

Hi bb, you can have whatever you want 🥺💕

Agent Whiskey x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

Pedro Characters Masterlist 

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You sighed to yourself as you looked around the dark, empty bedroom. It was early still, and the day was just breaking over the horizon. The sky was an inky blue, melding into orange and pink as a new day was beginning. Birds were softly chirping outside the window, traffic was starting up, and the world was slowly waking.

And yet you wished you weren't. Not alone anyways. 

You missed him. You missed Jack. Everything about him - his smile, his laugh, his touch, his kiss. Every little thing about him was so golden and after having been in his glow for so long, it was hard to go with it. It was for work, missions sometimes called him away for extended periods, but it was always hard.

Reaching for your phone on the nightstand, you quickly unlocked it and scrolled through your notifications, swiping away most of them. Only one really caught your attention - a very early good morning text from Jack. A smile tugged on the corners of your mouth as you read over the text and some of your previous conversations. Jack was the epitome of an old man when it came to texting, but damn he tried, and he never failed to make you smile. Your favorites were always the silly selfies he sent in his down time.

Gods, you hoped he would be back soon.

I miss you, you quickly typed out, it's lonely here without you.

Before thinking too much about it, you quickly sent it and turned the phone upside, burrowing back into your pillows. They still smelled like him no matter how often they were washed - not that you minded. 

It was only a few moments before the phone vibrated. Surprised by the quick response, you snatched it back up and hastily opened the message.

Get up, your brow furrowed at the cryptic message, go to the kitchen.

You quickly replied - what?

Just do as I ask for once, Sugar, without any sass.

Fine!

You beamed at his message, still confused as to what he meant, but decided to indulge him. Pushing back the warm, plush blankets you slowly climbed out of the bed, letting your feet hit the carpet with a soft thud. You grabbed a nearby sweater, which just happened to be Jack's, and pulled it on before slowly padding downstairs and to the kitchen. The house you shared with your husband was decently sized, but when you were alone it felt gigantic and cold.

You were humming to yourself as you walked into the kitchen, stopping dead in your tracks as you spied a large bouquet of your favorite flowers on the counter. Your face lit up as you walked over to them, completely forgetting that you should be worried about the fact that mysterious flowers had appeared in your kitchen.

You looked for a card or some of indication of their origin, touching a few of the soft petals. Unfortunately, you found nothing. No card, note, anything until - 

"Hi Sugar," you almost jumped out of your skin as you looked around the flowers and found Jack grinning back at you. You almost squealed in delight as you ducked around the corner as you threw yourself into his arms. He held you tightly, easily wrapping his arms around you as you buried your face into his chest, "hi baby, I've missed you so much."

"Jack," you pulled back to look at him, studying his face, watching as his soft brown eyes crinkled with his smile. You touched his cheek, watching as he keened into your touch, "I've missed you too. I didn't expect you back so soon."

"Maybe I pulled your leg and said I was going to be gone longer than I was," he teased as he kissed you softly. It was easy to melt into his touch, to get completely lost in him, "I wanted to come and surprise my favorite girl."

"Whatever for?" you asked softly as your heart fluttered gently. Gods, you were so in love with him, and you couldn't imagine a life without him anymore, "I don't think I've missed anything...its not our anniversary...no plans? Why…?"

"I didn't think I needed a reason," he insisted with a gentle shake of his head, "I just don't want to be away any longer than I needed to be. And I figured this would be a nice little surprise. I know how hard it is for me to be away from you, and I imagine its the same for you…"

"I detest even being away from you for even a day," you promised, "anything longer is practically torture. I was thinking about stowing myself into your luggage this time around."

"A most welcome surprise that would have been," he swiped his thumb along your cheek before kissing you again. He hand went to the back of your neck as he held you close and you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing him in. If you could have stayed like that forever, you easily would have, "I love you."

"I love you," you trailed a few kisses along his jaw before going back to his lips and giggling as his mustache tickled your lip. You always teased him for it, claiming it would look ridiculous on anyone else, but it worked for him. And it did - of course he looked handsome without it, but there was something about that was just so...him.

"I suppose I do have one thing I've been wanting to tell you," he cleared his throat as you pulled back, a worried expression etching onto your features. He shook his head fervently before tenderly cradling your face in his hands, "no, no, no, sugar, don't worry - it's nothing bad!"

"Jack! You can't just spring something like that on me," you pouted at him, sticking your bottom lip out as he chuckled softly, "out with it! What is it?"

"Well, I was thinking," he started and immediately held up a finger to your lips to silence you. He knew you well enough to know that you were about to make a sassy comment, "I know its a shocker, but hear me out."

"Sorry baby," you grinned at him, "go on."

"I know we've talked about it and I was just thinking...we've been married for a while now and well, if we're serious about starting a family in the near future, I want to be home more," you listened carefully to his words, but you couldn't help yourself as a grin stretched across your features, "I don't want to miss a thing, and want to be here for everything and I think its time I took a step back from statesman. Besides...I'm not the same young man I once was."

"Jack," you put your hands on his broad chest as you tried to blink back the years that threatened to well up. You'd been waiting to hear those words for some time, although you never would have told him that. You knew how much his job meant to him and you'd never have thought about getting in the way of that. But it never stopped you from worrying about him, even if he was one of the best and most seasoned agents. He was your Jack, and you'd always worry - but this? This was everything, "do you mean it? I'd never ask you to do such a thing, baby. I know how much it means to you."

"I want to do this," he promised gently as he wiped away the single tear that had rolled down your cheek, "for myself and you and whatever else comes down the road. You are more important than anything else."

"I...I don't know what to say," you said softly as you could already picture long leisurely days with Jack at your side and in the near future, maybe a baby of your own, "besides the fact that I love you so much. You mean more to me than you will ever know."

"I'm hoping you'll say it sounds like a good idea," he almost seemed nervous as he searched your eyes for approval. It hadn't been a rash decision by any means, but he hadn't quite discussed it with you before making the decision to significantly cut back his duties. He didn't think you'd have a problem but still… "or otherwise I'll feel like an old fool."

"Of course it sounds like a good idea," you promised, gently carding a hair through his dark locks, "you continually make me the happiest woman. I don't know what I did to deserve you-"

"Oh Sugar, I think its the other way around," he insisted gently, "after...everything with...I never thought I'd get the privilege to love again, or to meet someone like you. You came into my life like a tornado, but I wouldn't change a thing. You have made me believe that there is good in the world, that there is a reason to get up every morning and be the best. I don't think you truly understand the magnitude with which I love you."

"A gentleman and a poet," you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his middle and held him close, "if we weren't already married, I'd say that sounded like a proposal."

"Well, I suppose it is a proposal of sorts, I propose I work less hours and spend more time with you," he teased, "if you'll allow it."

"Always," you beamed at him, "but right now I have a favor to ask of you."

"Of course," you reached for his hand and started to tug him away and towards the staircase, "we go back to bed and be lazy and spend the day doing nothing, "its still so early."

"Well my plan had been to make coffee and breakfast and surprise you with it," he admitted and if you it was possible to be anymore in love with him, you would have fallen in love then and there, "but someone was up early and I couldn't keep a secret."

"I couldn't sleep," you confessed softly, "I missed you...and there's been a lot on my mind lately."

"Oh?" he seemed concerned for a moment before you shook your head to let him know it wasn't anything serious, "everyone's alright?"

"More than alright," you grinned, "let's go back to bed and I'll tell you everything. We can make breakfast - later when the world is actually awake."

"Now you have me intrigued," he admitted as he let you pull him along upstairs. His hand was warm around yours as he held tightly onto it, the simple action causing a warmth to settle all over you. Jack was home and he wasn't going anywhere - what more could you want?

"Its nothing to worry about," you promised as you thought of the little surprise you had for him stashed away in the drawer of the nightstand, "just come with me and hold me and sleep. I've missed you."

"And I have missed you greatly," he paused at the landing of the stairs before pulling you into his arms and kissing you until you were practically drunk off of his touch, "my love."

"And I you," you nuzzled your nose gently against his, "now come on, let us be lazy and relax. Tell me everything about your trip and I'll tell you all about what happened since you've been gone…"

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[tainted-wine]

I didn’t apply all of these descriptions but these are the main three I had in mind while writing this. How did I attract so many fans of the crusty boi? Either way, welcome to the club!

Words: 1.5k (how the hell did that happen there’s barely any sex)

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The website didn’t explain what the “LOVER” cheat does. Probably unlocks a deleted path that didn’t make it into the official game. Or maybe he just gets a head-start on his Affection progress with you at the very beginning. Or maybe it doesn’t do shit – that could be why there’s no explanation.

Well, now that he knows how to do it, it wouldn’t hurt to test it himself. Shigaraki absently scratches at the irritated skin on his neck as he boots up the game. The directions were fairly simple and easy to remember.

1. Start a brand new file.

Ugh, he despises games that hold only one save file. It’s not like a visual novel holds up much space. What if you want different files in order to experiment with different choices? It doesn’t matter in his case anyway; he 100% completed the game months ago. With no regrets, his original game was deleted and a new one began.

> What is your name?

He might as well stick with the one he used last time.

‘SHIGGY-SENPAI’

The introduction cutscene began, the protagonist going on about the new town he just moved into. Pretty by-the-books, as far as romance openings go.

2. Finish the intro. Once you meet Y/N, go to the menu. 

After skipping through a bunch of fluffy dialogue, you finally appear in all of your cute glory. Once you’re done introducing yourself, Shigaraki brings up the main menu.

3. Type in “LOVER”

Just like that? Alright then...

Right after inputting the final letter, a sparkly ping sound straight out of a magical girl anime could be heard, and that was it. Okay...it sounds like he did it correctly.

When he returned to the game, his success was much more evident. You were staring directly at the screen - almost through the screen - with a glowing expression he’s never seen. Each and every one of your reactions have been seared into his brain after so many hours of gameplay. This was new.

“You...do you really mean that, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

What? Voice acting? Though you did say his name pretty stiffly, as expected when a computer tries to pronounce custom text, but what the hell? Why would this be hidden as a cheat?

“But it’s so soon, and I’m not very experienced...” You blushed and shyly twiddled your fingers.

Oh.

“But I already trust you, and I want you too.”

Oh.

It’s that kind of path.

A hidden adult route. Shigaraki really likes that, even though this would’ve had a much stronger impact if it happened on his original file, the one where he was fully bonded to you. Sucks that he needs a fresh file in order to fuck you.

Shit, he’s not even prepared for this. Maybe he should go grab the lotion and a couple of tissues, assuming that this special scene will make for pretty decent fap material.

But the dialogue continued automatically. You creeped closer to the screen as you gushed about your feelings for him. “I want to make love to you forever and ever!”

You were getting really close, and with a show of impressive animation, your hand reached out to touch the fourth wall...

And the screen began to distort and ripple.

What the fuck?

“I just can’t wait to feel your amazing cock.” Your fingers began to phase through the fucking computer screenWHAT THE FUCK?!

“Take me, SHIGGY-SENPAI!”

Just like that, a full-sized bitch materialized out of the game and onto his lap, nearly toppling his gamer chair.

Even in the darkness of his room, your eyes shined brightly as they studied his pale face. “You’re even more handsome up close!”

Shigaraki was still too stunned to even respond to the rare compliment. Only when you began to pull down his pants did he finally find his voice again.

“Wha–ah–who the–hey!” He knows that he shouldn’t be afraid of a hottie touching his cock but ooooh shit she’s already stroking him.

“Ah, you’re so big!” You stared at his untouched manhood in awe, watching him become more erect after every pump of your soft hand.

“Fuck, am I?” He gasped.

“Mmhmm! And I bet you’re really tasty too!” You say before he’s suddenly engulfed with the very real warmth of a mouth.

Fuck fuck fuck he isn’t gonna last. He was ready to jerk off, not actually get his dick sucked. It feels more amazing than he ever imagined, your tongue working along his sensitive flesh, and those lips sucking at him so eagerly.

When his hand grabs the top of your head, he realizes too late that all five of his fingers are tangled in your hair.

You nearly fall over from how suddenly Shigaraki rolls back in his chair. You look shocked, confused, and...very much not a pile of dust.

“What’s wrong, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

He looked at his hands, then at you, then at his hands again.

Then he takes hold of your face and shoves you back into his groin, because he can touch you, he can touch another fucking living thing without any worries about completely destroying it. Must be some crazy logic about you being data from a videogame or something. He doesn’t care, he’s so horny, feels so good having his cock so far down a hot tight throat, he just might burst...

Wait, he might have just done exactly that.

“Ah, shit,” he watches you pull back and swallow with the most satisfied grin.

“That was quick, SHIGGY-SENPAI!” You really need to stop saying his name like that. It’s fuckin’ weird. “I didn’t even get to feel you inside me.”

“Shut up,” the mixture of emotions he’s been experiencing ever since your ass crawled out of the screen like a girl in a cursed video is starting to piss him off. He’s so insulted and thankful that this fictional bitch gave him his first blowjob and made him nut in the span of sixty seconds. “Just give me a few minutes.” 

A few knocks on the room’s door startles both of you.

“Tomura, the Vanguard Action Squad is ready to move out.”

Shit!

“I’ll be out in a damn minute, Kurogiri.” Shigaraki moves to get out of his seat, only to be stopped by his new partner.

Your sparkly puppy eyes are so grossly cute, yet it has his dick twitching again already. “Are you leaving me already, SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

“Quit saying my name in all caps.”

“Okay, ˢʰᶦᵍᵍʸ⁻ˢᵉⁿᵖᵃᶦ.”

“Not like that. I can barely hear it.”

“How about SHIGGY-SENPAI?”

He slaps a hand over your mouth. “Just stop saying my name.”

A much harsher knock rocks the old door. “Hey, you ugly bastard,” That sounded like the Dabi asshole. “The hell are you doing in there? Jacking off to anime girls?”

Shigaraki scoffed. When’s the last time that burnt Stain fanboy got his dick sucked?

As much as he wants to join in on terrorizing the brats at U.A, he really wants to get laid today.

“Just go without me!” He yells through the walls. He nearly misses your muted squeak of joy.

“Eh?” Hearing Dabi’s annoyed muffled voice was pretty amusing. “You’re just gonna sit on your ass in your room while we do the work?”

The villain’s retort catches in his throat when you take his hand and begin to slowly lick at his fingers, all while pinning him with an innocent gaze.

“Your fingers are so pretty,” You whispered.

It’s so difficult to pay attention to the words being uttered outside of the room while his hands are being placed on your chest. BOOBS.

“Please trust Tomura. I’m sure he has faith in you all handling this mission on your own,” Kurogiri tries to explain. Shigaraki knows him well enough to know that he’s probably irritated as well, but there are titties in his hands so who gives a fuck.

Dabi releases an exasperated groan. “I knew this whole League of Villains thing was bullshit. Shouldn’t have bothered.”

Shigaraki slows his exploration of your breasts to shout, “If I make you the leader of the mission, will you shut up?”

“......Yes.”

“Well, I pronounce you leader of the Vanguard Action Squad. I’ll even give you a Nomu. Have fun.” The two of you are rushing to lift your shirt off for better access to your skin.

“Fuck yeah,” Dabi’s voice is still fairly close. The sooner he pisses off, the better. “I can probably pull this off better than you, anyway. Come on, psycho girl, we’re gonna go round up everyone else.”

Toga can be heard squealing excitedly as they both step away and finally give him his privacy back. You look absolutely lovestruck by the entire exchange.

“You gave up an important mission just for me? You really do love me!” 

He just rolled his eyes and lowered his head to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, enjoying your sounds of delight.

He can’t wait for the next time he faces those stupid heroes. He’ll be smarter, stronger, and can even tell them that he got his dick wet.

Oh, the collapse of hero society is going to be glorious.

[horrors-at-night]

Man i could and want to say good ol' Slendy, but for some reason I want Masky in there instead

"Um," Briar started. "I... I can explain."

Masky said nothing, tilting his head to the side. It was a hard thing to explain, how a Horror got caught in a trap like this, her arms tied over her head by a rope. It was probably meant to catch the feet of some animal, but Briar had never been a lucky woman.

"I wasn't looking where I was going - when I set the trap off, I must've done something wrong - I mean, set off the trap wrong. I don't think it was meant for one of us. It wasn't meant for one of us, right? Because there's no way you could've known-"

He held up a hand, silencing her skittish ramblings. Briar swallowed, looking into the dark eyeholes of the mask.

When he said nothing, she tried again.

"You're going to let me go, right?"

He laughed. "Instead of letting you stay there and rot? I'm not a cruel person."

"But are you going to take me back to the manor?" Briar asked.

A pause. "Should I? Have you done something we need to be aware of?"

Briar shook her head. "N-No! I don't - I don't think so! It's just - I always thought that - if you guys caught me again, you'd-"

She hadn't even realized he'd gotten so close, but a calloused, scarred finger placed itself against her lips.

"You talk too much," Masky said. "Are you afraid?"

Was she? No. But she didn't dare try to communicate that with him, in this situation, where he was close enough she could feel the warmth of his body through her thin summer clothes. Briar swallowed.

As if sensing her thoughts, the finger rubbed against her lips. The tip traced over the curve of them, the corners of her smile. Briar closed her eyes, parting her lips in anticipation, hoping, hoping...

His finger slipped through, past her teeth, brushing against her tongue. Sweat and dirt and river water - she suckled his finger, the heat burning in her cheeks. Please, she thought.

He trembled against her, his other fingers curling around her chin. He hesitated, she felt it, like the string of an arrow just before the shot is taken-

"Fuck!"

Her eyes snapped open in time to see the man rip his mask off. The finger pulled from her mouth, the mask tossed to the side, and their lips pressed together. He kissed her deeply, and that nicotine scent washed over her. Her knees shook. A scarred hand grasped her breast, the other gripping her hip as if to hold her still as he devoured her, the predator with his prey.

She enjoyed being the prey.

He pulled away, snarling, and she glimpsed his handsome, scarred face before his mouth and teeth met her neck. Briar moaned, arching into him. It was hard to stay balanced on her feet but she raised a foot off the ground and rubbed his inner thigh with her own. He rutted against her, and his teeth sunk in. Briar cried out, shivering.

"Please!"

"Fuck," he said into her skin. "I've needed this."

Something tore, it took her a moment to realize it was her shirt. She only had a moment to think about how annoying that would be to fix, before a hot mouth clamped onto her breast. Her whole body shuddered. When had he lifted up her bra? The last time she'd been attacked like this, Eyeless Jack had been in heat. Did proxies have heat? (If they did, would they let her help Masky with it?)

"Masky-" She whispered. A squeal cut her off, Briar arching onto her toes as his tongue met her nipple, his teeth sinking in around it, just enough pressure to send shockwaves through her body. He didn't answer, one hand sliding down her stomach, over her belly button. It wasn't hard to tell where that was going.

"D-Don't tear my pants-"

His fingers slid under the waistband of her shorts. Briar's held fell back, eyes wide and staring at the tree branches over them as his fingers met the hairless skin of her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" She shrieked as his fingers found her clit. When had she gotten so wet? She was so slick, he didn't have any trouble rubbing her off.

Briar's words, and mouth, failed her. Now all she could do was moan. Her hips rocked up into his hand, grinding herself against him, until her mind began to white out at the edges. She couldn't hold on to any thoughts, any but one: please let me cum, don't be like my guys and deny me for fun, please let me cum, please please please let me cum-

Her scream echoed off the trees, her body jerking back as the pleasure burst through her. Briar went limp, her legs giving up as her cunt and clit twitched hard in Masky's hand. She leaned against him and he let her, and she hoped that growling noise coming from his chest was a good thing. Fuck, he just did that with his fingers...

Still reeling from her release, she missed the way Masky grasped the rope over her head, and yanked. But she did not miss the unmistakable crack of breaking wood. Briar jerked away from the sound on instinct, pressing into his chest as the branch tumbled to the ground. Orgasm forgotten, she opened her eyes and looked up at him in time to see his scarred face smile.

Masky pushed her down. Briar hit the ground with a grunt, her somewhat free hands landing on her chest. Her pants were down by her knees, when had that happened? Had he seriously done so much to her while she wasn't paying attention? That wasn't good, that wouldn't help her survive.

He moved to unzip his pants. Briar froze. She watched, wide eyed, as he pulled his hard cock free from his jeans. Of course, he was hard, and he was the thickest guy she'd ever seen. Oh god, he had a knot, too, didn't he? She looked up to his face, and he grinned at her.

Without a word, he crawled on top of her, his jacket brushing against her bare skin. Briar didn't let herself tense, even as he gently lifted her bound hands over her head and pinned them there. She closed her eyes, letting him spread her legs, revealing her weeping slit. His hand ran over her bare inner thigh. The tip of his cock brushed against her pussy lip, and she whimpered. He was guiding himself towards her hole, dragging his length between her lips, pressing against her hole-

He slammed into her, burying into her right to the hilt. His moan drowned out her own.

"Oh, god," he said again, "I've needed this."

Their lips met again with the first thrust. Masky didn't hold back, not the way he had before. His free hand moved to grip her hip and hold her still. A slight adjustment, and pleasure sparked through her again, hard enough to make her yelp. He laughed. She groaned, half in pleasure, half in protest. She was still so sensitive after that last orgasm, how would she handle another one?

But he wanted to make her cum, and cum she did. His fingers found every weak spot on her body, every spot that made her gasp and whimper like a bitch in heat. He kept pushing her limits, even as her thighs trembled hard from it all.

"Please - how are you still going?" She begged at last.

"You don't know how much I've wanted this," he said, and kissed her again. His tongue ran over her lips before diving into her mouth. He was enjoying this. She was too, even if this was all so much for their second time together.

Briar paid attention as his breaths grew harder. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes against the pleasure, as if willing himself to keep going, to last just a little longer. But even if he could keep going, she wasn't so sure about herself.

"It... It's alright," she said. "You... you can come in me again, if you want."

He moaned. "Don't you say that shit - god - I just want to-" His mouth fell open, a louder, deeper groan leaving him. His cock shuddered in her, and though she couldn't feel his seed inside her, she had no doubt it was there. Briar wondered if it was a good thing, or a bad thing, that she was infertile. What would the child of a Horror and a Proxy be like?

It took Masky a few moments to catch his breath, to pull out of her. She had a feeling he held off on doing so for as long as he could. Briar looked up at him and smiled, genuine but tired. He snorted, and looked away. Something crossed his face - regret? Guilt? No way to tell if he didn't say it, but it made her heart sink with sorrow.

"Sorry about your shirt," he mumbled. His hands shook as he moved for her bindings. Briar didn't move, swallowing as he untied her the ropes.

"It's fine. Nothing I can't fix."

Tucked back into his pants, Masky stood up, his back turned to her. Briar sat up, crossing her legs. She glanced down at herself. Shit, she couldn't even see any of his seed coming out, he came that deep. But he still didn't knot her? How was that possible?

He was walking away from her now. She called out to him.

"Masky," she said. He looked over his shoulder. His mask hid his face again. Briar smiled at him.

"That was nice... maybe we can do it on purpose some other time?"

She couldn't see his face, but his shoulders relaxed.

"Yeah," he said. "Sure. Anytime."

Before she could think of a time to name, if he wanted that, he walked away, disappearing into the trees. Briar leaned back on her hands and sighed. Her eyes closed... and snapped open.

"Shit." They would smell Masky all over her. How was she supposed to explain this?

[drprettyboyspence]

Beach Day

Dr. Spencer Reid/reader 

Summary: Spencer Reid doesn’t understand the appeal of going to the beach so when Garcia plans a BAU outing, he honestly debates whether or not he should go. Turns out, when Y/n is at the beach, Spencer totally understands the appeal after all. 

words: 2.8k 

warnings: seriously none to my knowledge! a lot of fluff :) 

a/n: Since its getting so warm out where I live and I’ve recently been watching season 8 (where Spencer says he doesn’t like the beach), I imagined what it would be like if Spencer went to the beach with his coworker who he has a crush on, I hope you enjoy! :) 

“Come on pretty boy! We’re gonna be late and you know what we’re in for if we keep my babygirl waiting.” Derek Morgan playfully yells at Spencer Reid. It’s ten past 12 p.m. on a hot and sunny August day in Virginia, and the two boys are late for a carpool with the one and only Penelope Garcia. 

“Morgan, why can’t you just go without me, no one will miss me anyway and I hate the beach.” Spencer replies in a frustrated manner. Garcia had been planning this for weeks, after the team had come back from an especially long case she thought what everyone needed was some good old day-at-the-beach fun. Through Spencer’s eyes however, you can’t exactly call an overcrowded area filled with unhygienic birds, sweaty, sunburned people, and sand that covers every inch of your belongings fun. 

“Reid, what’s wrong with the beach? Just bring a book if you really want to, but we really have to get going man.” Derek asks, automatically regretting it when Spencer replies, 

“Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly the drug-resistant bacteria spread by sea gull feces.” Spencer replies with a straight face, completely unaware that most people aren’t worried about the spread of sea gull poop or anything like that. 

“Alright, kid, I’ll give ya that I guess. Fine, I’ll go without you, but I know one FBI agent in particular who’s gonna be awfully disappointed when you don’t show.” Derek says slyly, sure his evil plan will work. Spencer looks up from his bookshelf where he’s organizing his collection of 15th century literature from his mom, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. 

“Y/n?, Morgan she won’t care if I don’t come to the beach today. Number one, why would she care about me? Number two, who wants to see me at the beach, my body isn’t exactly my most desirable trait.” Derek’s teasing face softens significantly, realizing the more real root of Spencer’s aversion to the beach. 

“Alright kid, you have no reason to be insecure, I’ve heard chirps from a little birdie named Penelope Garcia that our very own Y/n has quite a big crush on you. It doesn’t matter if you have a six pack or not Reid, you have the sweetest heart of anyone I know and the biggest brain as well obviously, I don’t call you pretty boy as a joke, why wouldn’t Y/n like you? Come on, it’ll be fun, I promise.” Spencer feels awkward, not knowing how to react to Derek “lady’s man” Morgan’s motivational speech, he doesn't want to get his hopes up. To be honest, Spencer has liked Y/n since she joined the bureau almost a year ago now, she’s smart, honest, brave, and the most beautiful girl in the world in Spencer’s opinion.

“But Morgan, I don’t own shorts, I don’t have anything I can wear to the beach.” 

“Well lucky for you kid I sorta assumed that, so I brought you a bathing suit, now can we PLEASE get out of here, I’m really not trying to be Penelope’s personal slave for the next 6 months.” Spencer reluctantly takes the bathing suit into the next room and puts it on, hating the way his skinny limbs look in shorts and an FBI tee-shirt, feeling as if he looks like a pre-pubescent boy. Even so, his desire to  spend the day with Y/n persuades him to anxiously pack his bag with a few books he’ll surely need before following Derek out the door. They make it down the stairs and out the door of Reid’s apartment building before they’re greeted by the dulcet tones of Garcia yelling at them through the open window of her car.

“Derek Morgan! You are very lucky you are so handsome and delicious, I’ve been waiting here almost twenty minutes! I almost had to hack the parking ticket database to make sure I wouldn’t be charged, now get in! This is going to be the best day ever!”

“Sorry babygirl” Derek says, getting into the car and pulling Garcia into a greeting hug, “the kid here was feeling anxious, but I told him his little girlfriend would be devastated if he chose not to show up, so lover boy pulled through.” Spencer scoffs and Garcia squeals in joy, loving the idea of the two babies of the team falling in love.

The three of them get out of the car at the beach and Spencer automatically puts his sunglasses on, the sun beating down on him harshly, high in the sky and nearly at its peak of strength for the day.

“Well well well, it’s about time you three! We were expecting you to be no-shows!” Rossi teases from the spot on the beach the team has chosen. Spencer awkwardly tries to walk across the lumps of sand, the grains sinking through the holes in the sides of his signature converse sneakers, already regretting his decision to come here, like he says, he really hates the beach. 

“Spence, you made it! I have to say I’m surprised, how are those sneakers working out for you?” JJ says in a teasing manner as well, knowing that when it comes to the beach, Spencer is one of the least prepared people she knows. 

“Hi Spence, I’m glad you’re here.” Spencer hears from behind him, the shy voice of Y/n automatically brightening his mood. 

“Y/n, I’m glad to be here.” He replies, the rest of the team looking at each other in bewilderment, not believing the sentence having just come out of Spencer’s mouth. Emily and Rossi had brought extra chairs so Spencer sits down and pulls out a book on understanding the theorems of quantum physics, having not read it since he was a teenager. He looks up from reading when he hears the familiar laughing and sounds of his two favorite kids, Jack running up from the ocean with Henry following closely behind, always looking up to his older friend. 

“Hi Jack! Hi Henry! How’s it going guys!” Y/n says, causing Spencer to blush as he briefly imagines Y/n with kids of her own, their own, woah Spencer calm down, don’t go there, quantum physics, focus. 

“Y/n! Will you come swim with us, please! please! please!” Jack says, the boys love Y/n because during the times the team hangs out, she can’t say no to them. 

“Spencer, swim? please?” Henry says, walking over to Spencer and grabbing his hand, cold from being in the ocean. Spencer’s heart warms at the sight of his godson and he finds himself saying yes, not realizing the implications, he now has to take his shirt off and swim with Y/n, what has he done?  

“Really, Spence? You’ll come swim with us! Yay!” Y/n responds, seeming so genuinely excited that Spencer finds himself getting less nervous. He hesitantly peels his shirt off, feeling surprisingly relieved to be rid of the sweaty fabric. He glances at Derek who is smiling at him, raising his eyebrows as if to say You got this player. Jack and Henry are getting impatient so Y/n takes her dress off leaving her in a bikini. Spencer automatically feels very awkward, averting his eyes to avoid blatantly staring at her, overwhelmed with how gorgeous she is, she’s truly the most beautiful girl in the world. 

“Uh, s-should we g-go?” He asks, the rest of the team giggling at his obvious nerves. He remembers once Emily told him his IQ turns to 60 when he sees a pretty girl, maybe she was right because he feels, in this moment, he wouldn’t be able to read a single word of text. Y/n nods and they walk off with the two boys towards the ocean, Spencer hearing the remnants of the rest of the team surely gossiping about the clear tension between them. They reach the ocean and Henry and Jack run into the waves, splashing and tackling each other, getting water on both adults. Spencer shivers despite the hot sun still beating down on his now bare shoulders and back, trying not to think about his chances of developing skin cancer which are surely growing exponentially each moment he stays out in this sun. 

“You cold Spence?” Y/n giggles, grabbing his hand and pulling him further into the water, his legs following even though the idea of being submerged in the cold water is not appealing whatsoever. Or maybe cold water would be better if Y/n doesn’t let go of your hand soon, the devilish side of Spencer’s subconscious whispers. 

“Yes a little, water temperatures around the Washington D.C. area in August average in the low 80s, but I suppose the contrast between the 95 degree day to the cold water causes me to feel cold, funny how that works isn’t it?” Spencer replies, always trying to be more conversational, especially around Y/n, therefore less statistics. 

“Yes Spence, now come on, it’ll be less cold if you just jump in.” Y/n says warmly, always finding Spencer’s statistics charming and adorable. 

“No Y/n I don’t think that’s a- ah!” Spencer yelps as Y/n whispers something to Henry and Jack, causing them to splash him simultaneously, very quickly drenching him completely. Spencer can’t find it in himself to be mad, hearing Y/n hysterically laughing and high-fiving the boys in joy. 

“Alright Y/n, you asked for it.” Spencer says, starting to laugh too despite himself. He somehow finds the courage to pick Y/n up bridal style and walk deeper into the ocean, dropping her in. She’s under the water for just a moment before Spencer begins to worry, statistics of drowning automatically filling his brain. He feels a tug on his leg and falls into the water himself. Y/n and Spencer now both in the water up to their necks, they look at each other and laugh awkwardly. All of a sudden realizing how close they’ve become, they both look away and focus their attention on the two boys still playing in the water, making sure they don’t get too far away. 

“Can we play chicken? Please!” Jack says and Spencer looks at him with a confused look on his face. 

“Chicken?” 

“Come on Spence, this will be so fun!” Y/n says excitedly and once again grabs Spencer’s hand, pulling him toward the boys. Y/n kneels down in the water and motions for Spencer to do so as well, he follows, still confused as to what is about to happen. Henry climbs on Y/n’s back and Jack on Spencer. 

“Okay, now what?” Spencer says, laughing at what the team must be seeing up on the beach. 

“Now, we fight!” Jack says from Spencer’s shoulders. 

Y/n and Spencer walk further into the ocean to more safely allow Henry and Jack to play. They hit each other and Spencer and Y/n find themselves suddenly chest to chest, Spencer trying everything to distract himself from his attraction to the woman in front of him. Finally Henry and Jack seem to get tired, asking if they can go back to their parents. 

“U-uh, so that was f-fun!” Spencer says, trying to break the awkward tension that had followed him and Y/n since they had gotten so close in the water. Chicken, who knew? 

“Yes it was Spence, thank you for coming in the water, I know you don’t like the beach that much.” Y/n says softly, smiling up at the taller man.

They make their way back up to the team, ignoring the knowing looks on their faces. Spencer sits down in his chair once again, suddenly noticing his stomach rumbling. 

“Spencer, do you want to share this peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” Y/n offers. Spencer laughs, how did she know he was hungry at the exact moment he realized it too? He nods and she scoots closer to him to hand him the half. They joke with the rest of the team as well as the boys, trying to separate themselves from the horror they usually find themselves facing together. Spencer knows there is no science to the old phrase time flies when you’re having fun, but he thinks today might be an exception, soon it's getting late, JJ and Hotch opting to take their tired boys home, exhausted from the day in the sun. 

“Spencer, before we leave, can you come with me to get an ice cream?” Y/n asks shyly, Spencer quickly agreeing before the anxiety of being alone with her can hit him once again. They sit together facing the setting sun while eating ice cream, Spencer knows he doesn't react the best to dairy but he can’t help it, he loves dairy, and honestly, he thinks he might love Y/n as well which is a terrifying thought. They sit and watch the sunset in relative silence, but it isn’t an awkward silence, it’s comfortable, Spencer wishes this moment would last forever. Too soon the sun dips below the horizon and their ice cream is long gone. 

“Okay love birds time to go, it’s getting really dark and we should be getting home.” They hear from behind them, both of them flushing in the night air at the nickname and teasing done by Derek. 

“Thanks for today Y/n, it was fun, see you at work on Monday.” Spencer says before following Derek and Penelope to the car, Y/n waving back before following Rossi, having car pooled with him and Emily. The drive home is silent on Spencer’s part, mostly spent looking out the window and ignoring the constant prying from his two nosy friends in the front, eager to know what happened between him and Y/n during the day at the beach. Garcia then drops Derek off at Spencer’s apartment as Derek lives closer to Spencer. 

“Goodnight kid, I hope you had fun today.” Derek says before turning in the direction of his own home. 

“Hey Morgan?” Spencer says quietly, so quietly Derek almost misses it, but turns around nonetheless. 

“Ya kid?” He replies. 

“Thank you for convincing me to go, it was really fun.” 

“No problem pretty boy, anytime” Derek replies smirking before watching Spencer walk into his apartment building. 

That night Spencer is lying in bed in severe pain, his fair skin blistering from the day in the hot sun. He knows he shouldn’t have been so stupid and reckless, allowing himself to become this burned. He was honestly having too much fun to stop and think about it. His phone buzzes and he grimaces, already expecting the worst, a new case, but instead, he sees a text from Y/n. 

“Hey, Spence, are you still awake?” Spencer begins to text back but before he can he sees an incoming call. 

“Uh, hi Y/n! Is everything okay? It’s pretty late do you need-”

“Spencer, I’m fine! Don’t worry, I’m sorry I’m calling you so late. How are you?” Spencer relaxes into the pillows on his bed when he hears Y/n say she’s okay. 

“Aside from the sure to cause skin-cancer, painful sunburn covering my back in blisters, I’m doing great! How about you? Is there something you need or do you just want to talk?” 

“Ouch that must hurt, you should have put sunblock on silly! I actually wanted to ask you something and I figured now is as good a time as ever. So um, Spence, I had a really good time today, and uh- I totally understand if you don’t want to, but would you want to go to dinner with me sometime soon?” Y/n’s heart is racing out of her chest as she anxiously waits for Spencer to answer. 

“Like a date?” 

“Yes- I mean not necessarily it doesn't have to be, we don’t actually have to go out at all if you don't-”

“Y/n, I would love to go out on a date with you.” 

“Really? T-that’s great! Okay I should probably let you get to sleep now, I’m sorry again for calling so late. Goodnight Spencer.” 

“Goodnight Y/n, see you Monday, can’t wait.” Spencer says before Y/n hangs up the phone, he finds himself missing her voice already. He looks at the clock, seeing its already nearly one am, now understanding Y/n’s multiple apologies for the late call. Spencer turns off the light next to his bed, noticing his sunburn doesn’t feel so bad now, ah, the psychology of love. Maybe, Spencer thinks before he closes his eyes, with Y/n by his side, a day at the beach doesn’t sound so bad. 

[humbughana]

party’s over

Part Two of Second best

warnings: cursing per usual, mentions of sex, hidden feelings, bad writing (the horror), drinking. mean rafe once again.

words: like 2.5k

also this picture what the fuck I’m in love

I'm coming over.

 Rafe had sent the message ten minutes ago when Lola looked at her phone finally and her heart sank. And it only declined from there as both of them jumped slightly when her front door opened and slammed shut; her name bounced through the house. She looked at the boy in her bed with panic, jumping over him to grab a shirt that fell down to her thighs as she opened her bedroom door to see none other than Rafe Cameron stomping up the stairs and when he noticed her, “where the hell have you been?” 

She frowned, crossing her arms in front of her to try and figure out what his problem was, “I was here.” 

“And you couldn't answer your damned phone?”

Lola sighed deeply, rubbing her temples as she cut off his path to her occupied room, “get out.” she pointed back down the stairs and she swore there was a look of hurt on his face but it was replaced too quickly when there was a slight thud in her room. Lola cringed as rafe’s face was one of confusion, “what was that?”

Panic bubbled over in her chest as he pushed past her, “nothing rafe! It was nothing!” She pawed at his shirt to hold him back but when he opened the door, it certainly didn’t look like nothing. The low laugh that left him made her want to crawl up and die, “nothing lo?” the taunting in his voice as he looked from the half naked boy sitting up in her bed to her in only his shirt stung, “I get it now.”

“rafe-”

“this is why you had to leave last night, to fuck some guy you barely know? And you think I'm the problem? You're just a hypocritical whore-”

Someplace inside her stalled at the words while her mind refused to process them for a moment but Jack stood up, “easy,” he put himself between the two of them and Rafe snorted at the action, “calm the fuck down.” She swayed slightly in shock barely noticing Rafe give her one last look before walking away. Lola jumped when the front door slammed, her chest felt heavy as her eyes watered again. 

Jack pulled her into his chest when her palms went to cover her eyes before her first choked sob shook her shoulders.

She hated Rafe Cameron in this moment.

~

“Lola,” 

She looked anywhere but the blonde boy sitting across from her at the brunch restaurant he took her to, it had been a whole two days since her incident with rafe and still nothing had changed. Radio silence on both of their ends. So she looked up from her untouched plate of strawberry pancakes at last, “Topper,” 

“Whats going on?” he asked lightheartedly enough that she smiled a bit, “having breakfast with my favorite friend,” she grinned back and he only shook his head with a small smile. But it didn’t last long when Topper was involved, “I talked to Rafe.”

“Did you?” she mumbled, stabbing a piece of her food mindlessly. 

“He asked about high school.” Topper spoke as if he was also confused why his best friend had brought it up; to be fair Lola was even surprised Rafe did as she proposed.

“what did you tell him?” she asked looking up again. Topper shrugged, “the truth. He did have a tendency to leave us all behind for whatever girl he was seeing. You always got the worst of it, Lo” She swallowed, looking back down at a loss but Topper filled the silence, “he said you got into a fight too.”

A fight, Lola laughed slightly, “you mean, he stomped into my house and yelled at me? Called me whore?” she leaned back and observed Topper's surprised expression; apparently his best friend left out some details.

The sweet boy in front of her frowned as if angry at his friend. “I didn’t know, Lola. He didn’t tell me that.” She only shook her head and told him it was fine before stabbing a piece of her pancake and plopping it into her mouth. When she swallowed Topper was still staring at her and she sighed, “it’s okay, top. Let’s just enjoy our day.”

~

“this is ridiculous. let’s just go inside,” Sadie whined, looking at the crowded house party. Lola just stared at the house from the street, biting her nails anxiously, “who cares if he’s here! Let's just get shitfaced and forget about him.” 

Lola rolled her eyes finally, “a way with words, Sadie, really.” But nodded finally with a determined sigh, “let's do it.” 

The girls stayed true to their words evidently as Sadie and Lola danced on top of each other in the packed living room, laughing and singing at the top of their lungs.

“Look!” Sadie nodded somewhere behind Lola and when she turned around, there was an attractive dark haired boy watching her. He nodded at her slightly with a smirk when Lola met his eyes; she gasped and turned back around with wide eyes, “Sadie!” 

“Lola!” Her friend laughed, “He’s totally into you. Go talk to him.” 

“I can’t,” she shook her head but couldn’t help the feeling of a thrill that someone wanted her. There was no sign of her usual friends here and it was refreshing to not be watched, Sadie’s eyes softened slightly understanding her hesitation. So she let it go with a shrug, “Lets go get another drink?”

Lola nodded, pushing her hair away from her face and making her way to the kitchen, discreetly stealing seltzers from the fridge with a sign that blatantly said ‘do not enter.’ 

“Can I help you ladies with anything?” The same boy was now leaning against the door frame with a knowing smirk on his lips. Lola swallowed, feeling slightly caught but shook her head with a grin as Sadie popped the tab of her drink as the sound filled the room. 

He was roguishly handsome, his almost black hair slightly falling in his face, “Well, considering this is my house,” he trailed off, looking pointedly at Sadie who choked on her drink and the grin fell right off of Lola’s face.

“Fuck- sorry.” Sadie cringed slightly with a grimace and the boy just burst into laughter as the two girls still stood frozen. 

“Forget it, keep the drinks.” he looked Lola over once more before smiling at Sadie. Both of their cheeks slightly flushed, still confused. And Sadie, ever the loud mouth, “I’ve never seen you before. You said this is your house?” She asked maybe a little too aggressively and he raised his eyebrows at her brashness. Lola hissed her name slightly at the girl, embarrassed, “Sorry,” she sighed. 

He only shrugged, “We just moved here from the mainland.” It made sense, he knew a good amount of people but neither of them had met him before. Both of the girls nodded in understanding before Sadie smiled wide, “Welcome to the island then!” grabbing her stolen drink and walking past him, she clinked her can with his on the way out, leaving Lola alone with him. The wink Sadie sent over her shoulder had Lola burning up as the boy chuckled slightly, “I like her.”

“I’m sure she’d love to hear that.” Lola sipped her drink, anything to take the edge off as he watched her. She had flirted with boys before, hooked up with a few over the years but it had been awhile and to be honest; she had grown comfortable with Jack and her ongoing feud with Rafe.

So she would try, “What's your name? She asked sweetly and he cocked his head slightly, playing with her, “You come to my party and don’t even know my name?” 

She playfully rolled her eyes, “I’m Lola,” The corner of his mouth quirked up, “I know.” She frowned, feeling defensive all of the sudden and it must have displayed on her face because he pushed off the wall and walked fully into the kitchen, “Nothing bad,” He shrugged now right in front of her, “It’s hard not to hear about you when you’re with Cameron.” 

Lola nodded to herself, understanding how people knew her but it made her irrationally irritated in this moment, “I’m not with Rafe.” It might have come out too aggressively because he held up his hands in faux defense and an easy going smile, “That’s not what it looks like,” he shrugged and she grit her teeth.

“I’m. not.”

“Fair enough,” He watched her still and Lola shifted uneasily, “Aiden.”

“What?” her eyebrows furrowed.

He grinned, “My name. Aiden Carter.” 

She had heard of his last name here and there but nothing substantial, obviously his family was very well off just by looking at his house that rivaled her own. 

“Well, Aiden, as riveting as this has been, I'd rather get back to the party.” She copied Sadie on her exit and tapped her can on his with a playful eye roll, “See you around.” She added with a little smile over her shoulder. 

Lola sifted through the crowd until a body slammed into hers with a little squeal in her ear, “Lo! He’s so hot!”

“Jesus christ, Sades.” Lola laughed slightly, steadying the two of them. Sadie only giggled manically before pulling her towards the beer pong table that was set up as Lola groaned, they weren't necessarily bad at it but both of them always ended up belligerently fucked up. They took their drinks more seriously than others, sipping their drinks every time their opponent made a cup; as you should, Sadie always said.

So the two girls were thrown into a new game against two boys they went to school with that seemed to take the actual game way too seriously. And like clockwork, Lola and Sadie lost, stumbling away from the table both leaning against one another. 

“I need to pee!” Sadie spoke in her ear and Lola nodded but then groaned at the line to the downstairs bathroom, “Let's go upstairs.” Lola whispered with a sly smile and a finger over her lips, “Secretly!” Sadie giggled at the slurred words as both girls tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. 

“Third door on the right,” Lola gasped dramatically, turning around on the staircase and almost tumbling back down to see Aiden, “The bathroom.” he nodded, looking slightly concerned but was amused nonetheless. Lola saluted him as if they were on a mission as Sadie tugged them upstairs. 

“He’s nice.” Lola leaned against the sink as Sadie pulled down her skirt with a snort, “Yeah he probably wants to fuck you.” 

“Why wouldn’t he want to fuck you?” Lola cocked an eyebrow as Sadie scoffed but left it alone. Lola sighed, the room beginning to spin as she realized she definitely drank one too many and didn't realize it, “Oh god,” Her hand covered her mouth, Sadie now washing her hands looked at her with knowing concern. 

“Lo,” She murmured, “Just relax.” Her heavyweight best friend rested a hand on her back as Lola tried to breath through the feeling of impending doom as her stomach churned. Sadie only took the hair tie off her own hand and pulled Lola’s hair back in a low bun, “Just tell me what you want me to do. I can call Rafe or Topper or Kelce.” Lola’s head immediately shook back and forth but the movement sent her over the edge as Sadie helped her fall in front of the toilet as she threw up all of the alcohol.

“You’re getting better at this.” Sadie laughed as she tried to lighten the mood and Lola only groaned, leaning back on her heels, a sheen of sweat on her skin now. Lola sighed, still feeling sick, “I miss him.” Her lip wobbled slightly and her friend only sighed, pulling her hair back when she threw up again, “I know.”

Unbeknownst to Sadie, Lola had pulled out her phone and sent scrambled messages to Rafe, Topper, Eve, and Jack. She could barely read herself and just slid the phone back in her pocket before Sadie noticed.

A few moments later, Lola was laying on the cool ground, counting her breaths as Sadie continuously filled up the little paper cups that were in the bathroom with water and handed them to her, “I’m too drunk for this,” A knock at the door make Lola’s head pop up and Sadie turned to the door.

“Is everything okay?” Aiden’s voice sounded from the other side and Lola let out a soft groan as Sadie cracked open the door with a grimace, “I’m sorry,” The boy only pushed past her and they both looked down at Lola who laid a hand over her eyes, “Just kill me now. Leave me here to die.”

“Shut up,” Sadie kicked her leg in annoyance but Aiden just looked at both of them in exasperation, “Is someone coming to get you?” He asked, crossing his arms and Lola groaned again, “Don’t you dare call him, Sade. He hates me!” 

“Oh my god,” Sadie mumbled as she spotted a tear on her friend's cheek. Aiden still stood there and Lola looked up at him, “Can’t we stay here? This house is huge, don't be greedy with your rooms,” Aiden coughed out a slight laugh, “Yeah that’s fine.” He nodded, looking back and forth between the two of them.

“C’mon Lo,” Sadie bent down to help the girl sit up to no avail until Aiden bent down and grabbed her around the waist and over his shoulder. Lola let out a giggle as she saw Sadie upside down as they entered a new room with a huge bed. Her head ached when Aiden dumped her on the bed and she bounced, “Thanks,” She deadpanned rubbing her forehead. Sadie turned to the boy as Lola zoned out again, pulling out her phone to faintly see the messages coming through.

Her messages to Topper included,

Lo: Hi top! we can still be friends without rafe right? i love u

Top: of course, lo. where are you? 

Lo: party party

Top: call me

Lo: no xx

And then Eve who only laughed and asked for pictures. Jack had not responded just yet but her messages to Rafe made her sit up slightly, panic in her chest.

Lo: i miss u even tho you were so mean to me

Lo: are we even speaking? 

Rafe: what’s wrong with you

Her eyes welled up as her drunken mind took it the wrong way,

Lo: i miss you, asshole. 

Rafe: where are you?

Lola stalled as she looked at Sadie and Aiden still talking in the doorway but her phone began to ring in her hands. Her eyes widened as she saw Rafe’s contact pop up. Sadie narrowed her eyes but shrugged, “Answer it.” She pulled Aiden out of the room and closed the door behind her with a wink.

Lola hesitated before putting the phone to her ear, “Hello?” she mumbled, feeling shy all of the sudden. Rafe’s harsh voice boomed through the phone compared to her soft voice-

“Have you been drinking?”

Lola rolled her eyes at the only thing he said, “umm, yes, but-

Rafe cut her off, “Where are you?” the rustling around in the background made her uneasy

“Rafe-”

“What the fuck are you doing there?” He must have looked at her location that they shared with one another, Lola frowned, “Stop yelling at me,”

“I’m not yelling at you.” Rafe huffed and she heard the sound of his car starting, “I’m coming to get you,”

x

LOL so part three is the final part and is written as well. So we’ll see again :)

[amanda-glassen]

ok so hear me out…

Jerena but they’re with Serena’s family. Serena’s dad can’t find his phone so he uses Serena’s phone to call it.

He calls “Daddy”….

But Jamie’s phone rings 😏

drabble?

Thank you so much for this! I had so much fun writing it. 😆

Jamie and Serena had five days to themselves before Mrs. Benson called and let them know that the family would be joining them for a couple of days. As much as Serena wanted to object to them crashing her honeymoon, it was her parents’ house and there was a silver lining－she’d get to see her Olivia.

Serena had just put her makeup on and was about to straighten her hair in front of the bathroom mirror when Jamie walked in already dressed and ready to go. “Hey, handsome.”

“You’re sure this is okay?” Jamie asked. “I’m not gonna see your dad and Kyle and even Ollie wearing a tie and realize I’m underdressed?”

“You look perfect.” Serena cuffed the sleeves on her wife’s Oxford shirt. “The restaurant we’re going to is casual. It’s not jeans and a hoodie casual, but it’s casual.”

“Casual for most people or casual for your family? You’re in a dress and a cardigan.”

“Jamie,” Serena wrapped her arms around her and placed kisses on her jawline. “I promise you look perfect. Too perfect, in fact. I’m having a hard time letting you go.”

Jamie playfully lifted her up, causing Serena to let out a squeal. “The feeling is mutual. Leave your hair like this. I love when it’s curly.”

Serena gave her one last kiss before Jamie put her back down. “You’ve developed some severe trust issues during our honeymoon.”

“What do you expect?” Jamie laughed. “I thought I was gonna have a relaxing week with my new wife. In the daytime, we’d go hiking or sit by the lake, I’d make you dinner every night, and then we’d go to bed and make love to each other. I wanted romance and bonding with you and－”

“We had all of that,” Serena interrupted. She pumped some serum for curly hair in her palm and began to apply it to her hair. “We went for a hike just like you wanted to. Wasn’t sipping champagne in the hot tub romantic? Plus you had me in every position imaginable.”

“Okay, we did go for a hike,” Jamie shook her head. “But that hike ended with us going to that damn Blair Witch style house that looks like we could have been murdered there. You also said there were no bears and when we were in the hot tub, we ended up seeing one on your property. You made sure you held onto your glass of champagne because, and I quote ‘I’m finishing this champagne, grizzly or no grizzly.’”

Serena continued to look in the mirror and scrunch her curls. “I didn’t say there weren’t any bears. I said I had never seen one on the property, which isn’t a lie. Also, you had a great time exploring that house until you found out the origin story. You’re forgetting what’s important. Were we murdered?”

“No,” Jamie gave her a confused look.

“Were we mauled by a bear?”

“No.”

“Then I think you should be saying, ‘Thank you, Serena. I had a great time on our honeymoon and I can’t wait to spend the next fifty or sixty years with you.’”

Jamie kissed her and left the room without saying another word. It was one of those times when she knew her wife was contemplating a divorce but didn’t have the heart to say so. Jamie Castillo, after just a week of marriage, was a woman who was truly done.

Olivia was the first to knock on the door and Serena squeezed her daughter tighter than ever before and smothered her with kisses. “My Olliegator,” she said before planting one last kiss on Olivia’s cheek. “I missed you so much, baby.”

“I missed you, too, Mom. I brought some Halloween candy for us to eat tonight while we watch The Purge.”

“That’s my girl,” Serena tousled her hair. “I can’t wait to spend time with you.”

Her dad and her brother were the last to enter and it warmed her heart when her dad greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Look how beautiful my little girl is. Married life looks good on you, Mrs. Castillo.”

“Hi, Dad.” Serena nuzzled into his shoulder. “Thanks again for letting Jamie and me use the house.”

“Dad?” he laughed. “I’m not ‘Daddy’ anymore now that you’re a married woman?”

With nearly an hour until their reservation, Jamie and Serena sat down in the living room with the rest of the Benson family. Knowing it was Jamie’s first time staying anywhere other than a major city or a suburb, they asked her questions about how she enjoyed her first time in the mountains and she regaled them with stories of their bear encounter and the time Serena chased a raccoon that ran off with her Brie.

Mrs. Benson glanced at her watch. “I think it’s time we make our way over to the restaurant.”

“You’re right,” Mr. Benson responded. “Olliegator, can you get my keys from on top of the dining room table? I think I left my phone there, too.”

“Sure, Grandpa,” Olivia responded. She was gone for around ten seconds before returning with only his keys in hand. “I found your keys but I couldn’t find your phone.”

“I could have sworn I put it on the table or did I leave it in the car? Pumpkin, can I use yours?”

“Yes, of course,” Serena responded as she handed the phone over to her father without giving it a second thought.

When she saw him scroll through her contacts, feelings of fear and embarrassment rushed over her, but it was too late to do anything. Instead of his phone, it was Jamie’s that began to ring. She looked at her wife who now had a confused look on her face. “Did I get your phone by accident, Mr. Benson?” Everyone’s gaze shifted toward Jamie as she pulled the phone from her back pocket and realized she hadn’t been mistaken.

“Jack, what’s going on?” her mom asked. “Are you having a senior moment? You called Jamie.”

“I didn’t call Jamie,” he insisted. “I called Daddy.” When he called the number listed as ‘Daddy’ in her contacts and Jamie’s phone rang yet again, they could no longer blame it on him having a senior moment.

“Whoa,” her sister Lexie laughed and she noticed her brother Kyle was trying in vain to contain his laughter. “Serena, I didn’t think you were so kinky.”

Hearing the word ‘kinky’ in association with Serena made Mr. Benson immediately glare at Jamie. “What have you done to my sweet, innocent little girl?”

“Mr. Benson,” Jamie began, a look of utter terror on her face. “I swear to you－”

“I think it’s time to go,” Serena interrupted, hoping they could all just get in the three cars that were in the driveway and forget all about this.

“Oh, Jack,” Mrs. Benson grabbed his hand. “Your sweet, innocent little Ser Bear is 34-years-old and a married woman now. She’s probably been had on every surface of this－”

“Mom!” Serena tried interrupting again.

“What?” Mrs. Benson chuckled. “It’s true, isn’t it? Look at tall, dark, and handsome over there. Hell, if I were thirty years younger, I’d wanna call her Daddy, too.”

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. “Daddy, after dinner can we go to that little ice cream shop we always go to when we’re up here?” Serena asked, hoping the fond memories would cheer him up.

“Ice cream!” Olivia said excitedly.

“I’ll think about it,” Mr. Benson glumly responded. “That place is where I’d take my little girl.”

“On the bright side,” her brother Kyle began and Serena knew he was about to say something that’d make her want to fight him. “If he says no, you can have your new daddy take you.”

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Smile Again Part 7

Aaron hotchnerx female reader

Masterlist | series masterlist

They finally kissed last chapter! Now what?

——————

Y/N was awoken the next morning from a very sweet and slightly steamy dream about a certain G-Man by her phone ringing with a call from JJ.

“Tell me you kissed!” JJ greeted as soon as Y/N picked up.

“Hello to you too Jayje” she laughed, blushing a little at her cousin’s question.

“What’s the news!?”

“Aren’t you hung over? Why are you so loud?” Y/N teased.

“Ugh answer me dammit!”

“We kissed” Y/N squeaked out.

“YESSSSSS” Jj yelled so loud Y/N had to move the phone away from her ear. “Ow that hurt! I guess I am hung over.”

“Aw poor baby I should let you go then” Y/N joked .

“Don’t you dare hang up that phone before you tell me what happened!”

“Your boss is an incredibly good kisser.” Y/N joked

“Ew when you put it that way it’s weird!” Jj laughed

“Oh okay I won’t tell you about it then.” She joked

“STOP IT!” Jj whined “who kissed who!” Her cousin asked, suddenly sounding further away and Y/N knew she was most likely talking to bother JJ and Will now.

“He kissed me” Y/N said

“I knew it!” She heard Jj shriek.

“But I told him to” Y/N admitted

“Ha” she heard Will yell while she heard JJ say “dammit”

“Okay Stop betting about my love life and take me off speaker phone now please!” Y/n said with a chuckle.

“Okay done” JJ said

“Jayje I really like him.” She admitted shyly.

“Well I’ve never known you to kiss people you didn’t like!” JJ joked and continued when y/n laughed. “I’m really glad you let him in Y/N/N”

“I’m still a little scared, but I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of being with him.”

“Eeeeee” Jj squealed before groaning about her head again.

The rest of the call was spent talking about their night after they had parted, and their plans for a girls day that Sunday.

Later that afternoon, Hotch was standing on the sidelines at Jack’s soccer practice getting grilled by none other than Dave Rossi in much the same way Y/N was by JJ.

“So you drove her home?” Dave asked.

“I did” Hotch answered before directing one of the players on kicking.

“They know how to kick Aaron stop stalling!” Rossi said turning to face him.

“ What do you want me to say?” Aaron asked, not looking away from the field.

“Have you kissed her yet?” Dave asked and watched as Aaron looked at him and then away with a telling smirk.

“Attaboy Aaron” he said patting him on the back before turning back to the game.

Aaron could barely focus on the rest of the game as he thought about his upcoming night with y/n and his son.

That night Y/N showed up to the Hotchner house as usual. They settled in and snuggled up a little closer than they had before. They were each on either side of jack again, but this time Aaron’s arm was over the back of the chair and Y/N and Jack were both tucked up under his arm. Jack didn’t seem to notice the change, and if he did, he didn’t seem to mind too much.

At the end of the movie, Jack and Y/N got up and were dancing around the room to the music that played with the credits. They pulled Aaron up with him and he quickly spun them both around in a silly dance move. Y/N was laughing and smiling so hard her face hurt. She scooped up Jack who giggled and said

“See Y/N, I told you that my daddy would be one of the people who made you smile again.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile and blush a bit. “You sure did buddy, and you were right. Your daddy hasn’t stopped making me smile since I met him.” She said with a smile to a slightly flushed Aaron before tickling Jack’s sides “and neither have you mister!” Jack giggled and wiggled around in Y/N’s arms and Aaron joined in the tickle fight that lead to a full tickle battle.

When the tickle battle settled down Jack curled up into y/N’s side on the couch.

“You make my daddy smile a lot too! Even if he’s just talking about you.” Jack whispered, still loud enough for his father to hear.

She looked up to see Aaron with a small blush and a wide smile.

After a few more minutes of cuddles y/N and Aaron walked a sleepy jack back to his bed room to tuck him in. They each read him a story and kissed him goodnight. Before he fell asleep he triple checked that Y/N was going to come watch his soccer game in the morning, a plan they had made a few days before on the phone. After Jack was sound asleep the adults went back out the the living room.

Aaron poured them each a glass of wine and Y/N found them a TV movie to watch, this had become a habit after the first time. Aaron came to sit next to her, placing their glasses on the coffee table and taking her hands.

“He’s right you know, I smile a lot more since I met you” he admired with a smile.

“Does it scare the team?” She joked

“Only Dave and jj have caught me so far.” He laughed “well at least they’re the only two brave enough to call me out on it.

“Has Dave asked about us?” She asked curiously.

“Only every day” he huffed playfully

“Is he pro Y/N and Aaron or con?”she asked as she picked up her wine.

“You’re kidding right?“ he turned to look at her again.

“What?”

Aaron laughed and admitted “He’s been trying to get me to make a move since the day we met.”

“I have the best friend approval.” She cheered softly

“Yup” Aaron’s said and he leaned over to kiss her head

“And the son approval it would seem.” She continued

“Oh yeah, no doubt there!” He laughed

“Good.” She smiled before curling up into his side to watch the movie.

After a few minutes her head popped back up, “since I have everyone’s approval does that mean you can be my work out buddy like promised!” She asked

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask, join me on my run Wednesday? I have an early day Monday so I’m skipping” he smiled

“Wednesday is perfect” she smiled and kissed his cheek before snuggling in Closer.

Y/N must have had a long week because with in 15 minutes of snuggling up to Aaron, he heard her softly snoring against him. He smiled and relaxed next to her, falling asleep not long after.

A few hours later Aaron woke up confused, quickly smiling as he realized where he was and who was snuggled up next to him.

“Hey sweetheart.” He whispered as he shook Y/N softly.

“Hey,” she said groggily as she woke up. “what time is it?”

“About midnight, I fell asleep too. I was hoping you’d let me talk you into staying here, I don’t want you to have to drive this late.”

Y/N Nodded, smiling at his thoughtfulness “yeah, you have an extra comfy couch, I’ll get my go bag from my car.”

Aaron raised his Eye brow at the mention of a go bag.

“I started to carry one since I never know when jj will need me to take the boys” she explained.

“Smart, I’ll got get it.” He said as he took her keys to retrieve her bag.

When he came back in with her bag, she went to change. She came back to Aaron making up a bed on the couch.

“Thank you handsome, this looks so cozy.” Y/N said coming up behind Aaron and hugging his waist from behind.

“Mm-mm this is for me, you take the bed.” Aaron argued, turning around to hug her back.

“No way!”

“Yes way” he smirked “what kind of gentleman would I be to have you sleep on the couch?”

“The one with a son who would be rather confused if he woke up with a nightmare to find me in his fathers bed instead of him.” She said smiling.

“He’d be fine.” Aaron assures.

“I really don’t want to take your bed Aaron, you take your bed and I’ll be cozy out here. maybe I could borrow a sweatshirt though? I forgot mine? If I get scared I’ll know where to find you.” She smiled.

“Good” he kissed her head. “I’ll grab you a sweatshirt. And Y/NI’m serious about that though, if you need me come get me okay?” He asked as he pulled her close.

“I will, it’s nice to have you so close” she smiled, “I could get used to it.”

“Me too” Hotch whispered as he kissed her head.

“Good night Aaron, I really really like you” Y/N said as she pulled him in.

“I really really like you Y/N, good night sweetheart.” He leaned in and kissed her sweetly.

Aaron brought her a sweatshirt that she slipped on. She snuggled up with a happy smile and fell asleep wrapped in the scent of the man she was quickly falling in love with.

Y/N was not a stranger to nightmares, neither was Aaron. That why when he heard her sniffle in his doorway at about 2 in the morning he knew exactly what was wrong.

“Nightmare?” He asked

She nodded and shuffled closer to his bed.

He scooted over and lifted the covers before she climbed in.

She snuggled in close to him and took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around her. She opened her mouth to apologize, tell him she felt stupid for running to him like a child, tell him he deserved better. Then she thought about what he’d say, that he wanted to be there for her, he cared, he wanted her. So instead of saying she was sorry she turned towards him to and wrapped her arms around his wait, settling her head on his chest before looking into his eyes and whispering “Thank you Aaron”

“Always Y/N” he answered and kissed her softly before they both fell into a more peaceful sleep than either had in a while.

She woke up early the next morning to Jack poking at her face.

“Daddy said to wake you up for breakfast!” Jack whispered, very close to her face.

“I didn’t tell you to poke her in the face bud.” You heard Aaron chuckle from the hall.

“That’s okay, I’ll get him back” she laughed as she lunged forward to scoop him up and tickle him.

“DADDDDDY! Helpppp!” He squealed

“You need help?” Aaron asked sarcastically as he came over and started tickling them both.

“Is this helping?” He joked

“Nooooooo” Jack giggled

“STOPPPP” y/n squealed

“Okay okay lets go eat breakfast goofballs” Aaron smiles rolling over and taking jack with him.

“Mmm that sounds good but firstttt...” she leaned over and whispered into Jacks ear.

“What are you two up to?” Aaron asked laughing.

“GET HIM” Y/N yelled as they both lunged at Aaron tickling his sides as his laugh bellowed through the room.

“Heyyy! Okay okay! Breakfast is getting cold!” He giggled as he pulled away from them and kissed both their heads.

He smiled as he watched Y/N scoop up Jack and carrying him to the kitchen laughing. Oh yeah, he could get used to living like this. To be honest he already is used to it, he was officially in love with this woman. He knew they had to go slow but he couldn’t help how he felt.

The three of them ate breakfast together, laughing and talking about Jack’s upcoming soccer game.

At the game, Y/N stood on the sidelines cheering and routing Jack on as Aaron and Rossi coached The team to victory.

“You’ve got yourself a keeper there Aaron.” Dave said looking over at Y/N cheering loudly.

“I don’t have her, not yet at least... but you’re right, she’s definitely a keeper.”

“Do you see that girl?” Rossi asked.

Aaron smirked “can’t stop looking.”

Dave laughed “it might not be official Aaron, but you definitely have her... and she has you.” He said before walking away to help the team parents to set up snacks. Aaron couldn’t help but think about what he said, he did have her didn’t he? God he loved that thought.

Y/N went over to the snack table to help Dave and Aaron while the kids all rehydrated and celebrated their win.

“Hey great job today coaches!” She smiled as she gave Dave a hug.

“Hey tesoro” Dave said “glad to see you.”

“You too Dave”

“Hey you” Aaron said as he walked over to her, followed by a blond who didn’t look too happy when he hugged Y/N.

“Hey Aaron, great job today.” She said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks, Jack was playing extra great for you.” He smiled before they heard the blonde lady clear her throat behind them.

“Oh Y/N this is Margret James, Jack’s friend Liam’s mom.”

“Hi it’s nice to meet you” Y/N said as she reached her hand out.

Margret looked at Y/N and weakly shook her hand.

“ Hi” she turned quickly to Aaron “so are you and Jack in to come to our house Friday?” She asked flirtily as she touched his arm.

Y/N turned to look at Dave who rolled his eyes and shook his head as if to say ‘she’s annoying don’t worry about it.’

Aaron moved away and said, “sorry we aren’t free Friday, thank you though.”

Margret walked away dejectedly as Aaron turned to take Y/N’s hand to go celebrate with Jack.

Dave smiled as he watched Aaron and Y/N scoop Jack up in a hug, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw his good friend so happy.

@violetclifford @diesinspanishbcimhispanic @badassbitchqueen

[random-imagines-blog]

Kiss The Girl {Will Turner x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3074 Summary: After unintentionally making you jealous, Will gets advice from Jack on how to deal with you giving him the silent treatment.

Stupid Will Turner, with his stupid chiseled jaw and his stupid curly hair. You sneered at him from across the bar as you sat in port while the Pearl took on supplies. He had a woman on either side of him, flirting with him, touching him. It was disgusting the way that these gals just threw themselves all over him. No question about it, the women loved him, more than they even loved Jack Sparrow, who was causing a ruckus in a private room somewhere. Nowhere that you had to see, thankfully. As the only female among your band of pirates, you were left alone as soon as you set foot off the ship, and none of the men in this port dared to mess with you. For once, you though it was a bit of a shame, since it would be nice to flaunt getting some attention in front of Will.

A blonde and a dark-skinned brunette were on either side of them, and both were incredibly beautiful, even you had to admit that. They were exactly the kind of women who could catch any man’s eye. Will was obviously reveling in the attention, doing everything but blowing trumpets to impress them. “Show off your scars, why don't you?" You called across to him. He looked over at you, a puzzled expression in those puppy dog eyes. “Go on, take them upstairs and strip,” You continued, getting off of your stool with the bottle of beer between your fingers. “He’s got one on his butt, courtesy of yours truly.” You bowed, a little unsteady on your feet, but the sentiment was made.

“Oh - is that true, Mista Turner?" The blonde squealed, leaning back to try to get a look at his derriere. “I’ve seen many men with scars but I never looked at one up close in that area."

“Oh, do show us!" The brunette said in return. Will looked at both of them with astonishment, and then with a little bit of smugness.

You rolled your eyes, though you knew that it was you who had put Will in that situation. That didn’t mean that you liked it. You were just teasing, perhaps even flirting, who knows. Now Will probably knew that you thought about his butt on occasion. As Will put his arms around the ladies, his smooth voice telling them that it would take another bottle of liquor before his pants came off, you headed in the direction of the exit. You didn’t look back as you did so, but left with a slam of the doors behind you. It had become common knowledge that you didn’t sleep well on steady land, and while others decided to stay in inns, you went back to the ship each night, going right back to your hammock. No one was worried about you going missing in times like these.

-

The boat was stocked up, Jack had managed to evade capture, and everyone was ready to take to the seas again. Even you, though this was the least excited that you had been to go. It was a large and beautiful ship, but there weren’t many places for you to hide from Will. Rumors had gone throughout the crew that he had bedded both of those beautiful women that night, and they didn’t accept a penny from him in return. It was one of the most unpleasant things that you had ever heard, and the glare that you had given to Gibbs when you overheard him shut his mouth as if a crab had pinched it.

You decided to go with the silent treatment. A conversation would just bring on more anger and jealousy, and then that would bring on further questions. It was your dream that he would realize that he loved you, rather than you have to tell him about your feelings, then let him care for you in guilt. He was that sort of guy. Way too kind to be on a pirate ship. And way too kind to be someone that you wanted to love, but here you were. The universe worked in mysterious ways.

“Have you seen my-" Will approached you as you were standing on the port-side, watching the boat depart from the busy town and onto open waters. You didn’t turn to look at him as he spoke as you normally would. You just took a step back and walked away. “-hat?" He finished, watching your back as you left. You had an imposing figure, with your trousers, your flowing shirt, and the always there scabbard on your side, with your sword ready for action at a second’s notice. Many of the crew thought that you practiced witchcraft, and that’s why you were so tough, especially for a woman. But Will never fed into those rumors. He knew that it was your brain which made you so strong, not some herbs and chanting.

A few hours later, when food was served out - a fish stew that everyone was sick of already but it was what was most readily available - he tried to take a seat near you. You got up and moved to a different barrel. When he attempted to follow, you joined Pintel and Ragetti, who quickly shut up as you took a seat near them. “What, are you speaking about something too filthy for my delicate ears?” You barked at them. Ragetti shook his head, Pintel leered at you, and then they continued on their conversation, you joining in every once in a while.

After the sun set, and you went down for your four hours sleep before having to come back on the deck, Will seemed to be following you. You climbed onto your hammock, folding yourself in, and covered yourself with a blanket which was the only keepsake from your childhood. Your mother had knitted it herself, and though there were quite a few large holes in it from over the years, it brought on the feeling of warmth. You squeezed your eyes shut, and tried to block out the feeling of Will watching you.

“Y/n, come on,” Will said, nudging the hammock so that you rocked a little. You responded by making large snoring noises, about equivalent with Gibbs. You had a lot of practice in imitating these men. This wasn’t the first time it came in handy. He sighed loudly, but didn’t move. Then it grew so quiet, you could have heard a sewing needle drop. “Why are you so angry with me?"

You snored again, and added in a roll to face away from him, something that was not easy in a hammock. It took years of experience to do that somewhat gracefully. Will sighed again, and walked towards the stairs going up to the deck. You could hear him pause, and you gave a lighter snore this time, just to make sure that he wouldn’t come to bother you. Then you finally heard him ascend. You grew silent after that, hugging your blanket close to you, and prayed to the Sea Gods that you would have your heart back again, because giving it away was too painful.

-

Instead of sleeping like he should, Will found his way to the Captain’s Quarters. Jack was in there, doing whatever it was that Jack did. Tonight, that ended up being redoing some of the braids in his hair. The two always had a somewhat shaky relationship, but Jack was admittedly brilliant. He might have picked up on something he hadn’t.

“There’s something wrong with y/n,” Will stated, standing rather than sitting, leaning against one of the swaying walls of the ship. “She won’t talk to me.”

Jack’s head snapped up, and he looked at Will with suspicious eyes. “Did she drink up my rum?”

“I didn’t think to check,” Will muttered. “But she was drinking a lot at the port.”

Jack didn’t relax, thinking of the last time that you had been upset and nearly emptied his stores. “Must be her time then,” He said, stroking his little beard braids. “Haven’t you knocked her up yet? I thought she was looking a little...” He blew into his cheeks to imitate a person who was overweight, and he motioned at a large belly. Will looked at him blankly, until it clicked in what he was insinuating.

“What - do you think-?” He sputtered, walking towards the desk and leaned over it to glare at Jack. He drew his sword even and held it at Jack’s throat. The elder pirate wasn’t bothered. He waved it away, then widened his eyes as it returned back to it’s spot. “How dare you talk about her like that. She is not some ... some boat whore to be bedded! She would slit your throat for saying such a thing, and I ought to do that for her-”

“Ah - ah,” Jack said, waving his finger in Will’s face in a distracted way. He pulled the pistol out of his pocket quickly and aimed it at Will’s head. Not for the first time. Probably not for the last as well. “Lower your sword or I’ll throw you in the dungeons for threatening your Captain.”

Will slowly backed down, though his rage was not abatting. He didn’t like the knowing look that was on Jack’s face. Like he knew something that Will didn’t. Something important. “What did you mean?” He asked, once the point was directed to the floor.

“I think you only think that you don’t know, but you definitely know.” Jack said, lazily putting his pistol back. “You did something incredibly mad while we were at port. Aye, a little fish told me about your luck with your ladies.”

“I don’t think it’s fair to call Gibbs a fish,” Will said, but he did think back to that night and his cheeks did turn slightly pink. “Why would that make y/n upset?”

“How did you ever find your way to this ship?” Jack asked, throwing his hands up on the air. He got to his feet, walked behind Will, and made him face out of one of the windows to the Ocean. There wasn’t much to see out there, just water and stars. It was still a few hours from dawn yet. Clearly it was for dramatic effect. “Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate,” He said with a grin.

Will still didn’t understand, evident from the clueless look on his face.

“How much more obvious can I make it for you? You...” He clenched his fingers and his thumb together, to make an impersonation of a mouth. “Y/N,” He did the same with his other hand. He did a motion of them walking together side by side, and then made them talk with voices that actually sounded nothing like Will and noting like you. “Oh Will, you handsome scallywag! Oh Y/N, you remarkable swordswoman!”

Will watched in amazement as the fingers came together and Jack made kissing sounds. They were wet and sloppy, and made him cringe.

“Oh I love you so much Will, why did you have to go and sleep with the harlots? Oh y/n, I’m just a stupid, smelly, useless excuse for a pirate who didn’t know that I was in love with you! Oh Will, you are an idiot, but let’s get married anyway! I do! I do!” He then flopped his hands on top of one another and began clapping, which made Will slap his hands away.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Will glared at Jack. The pirate sighed and went back to his seat. He took out his compass and took a look at it, then looked back at his maps. He said nothing to Will for a while, not until the younger pirate cleared his throat, looking for an explanation.

“If you’re not going to listen to me, mate, then I’m not wasting my words. Get out,” He said, sternly.

-

The next morning, you were ignoring Will still. He was tired, everyone could tell that from the dark circles under his eyes, but that was what it was like to be a pirate. Weird hours, lack of sleep due to the farts and the snores of those who did manage to doze off.

He hadn’t slept because he had stayed up all of the night, thinking about what Jack had said. And done with his hands. He grimaced thinking about it, but then the light dawned on him. Both literally and figuratively, since he had stayed out on the deck until the sun began to rise. He was a stupid, useless excuse for a pirate at times - he was contest the smelly bit - and it had taken him a long time to realize that he was in love with you. That he had only slept with those two women because you had encouraged him to. Because he thought there was no way that you would ever have feelings for him.

The deck seemed quiet, until he heard your familiar steps trodding up the stairs onto the surface. He got to his feet and decided that it was time, before you became busy with your duties. It was time to be a man. He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. He swung his arms back and forth in front of him. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for what was about to be a tough conversation. He then moved to open the latch to help you up onto the deck -

- but he got hit with it instead, the hard wood hitting him right in the nose.

“Ow-” He whined, falling backwards onto his behind. You, your head popping out from beneath the deck, looked at him with surprise. You ran up the remaining steps and reached towards him - but then you stopped yourself. You remembered that you were angry and that he deserved this for going off with those two women. You straightened your back, and walked past him, not giving him another look. “Hey, wait,” He stammered, getting back to his feet, but you had already walked away. He stood alone, dejectedly, as you talked to other members of the crew and started on your duties.

Breakfast. That’s when he would get you. He was sure of it.

It was a couple of hours later that you were in the small canteen, eating leftover fish pie. The curl of your mouth showed your distaste, but it was better than nothing. Better to eat it while it was somewhat fresh.

“Will you just talk to me?” Will asked, sitting across from you. You avoided looking at him, and fiddled with your fork instead. “Okay, you’re staying, that’s a good sign. How about I talk and you listen?”

“Hmm.” You said, but that was all. It was the most that he had gotten out of you since going out to sea. He’d take it. He cleared his throat, then began.

“I should have told you something the day that I met you. I should have told you that you are the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. You don’t need corsets or petticoats. Even now, I would die for you. I have loved you from the first, and I’ve acted in madness ever since.”

It wasn’t like Will to talk so much. Or even to say such romantic words. You looked at him with an expression that he couldn’t read. He grew paranoid that Jack was wrong, which was known to happen on occasion. Maybe you didn’t love him and this was all for nothing.

“I’m not making this up. I love you. And I think that you love me too,” He finished, and folded his hands in front of him, resting them on the table. “Please say something.”

“I’ve seen a lot of fools in my time, Will Turner, and you are the biggest.”

That was not what he was expecting. His cheeks turned red in shame. His mouth opened and closed like a flounder out of water.

“If you loved me from the first,” You mocked. “-You shouldn’t have tried to make me jealous with those women. So forgive me when I say that I don’t really believe you.”

“Believe this, my Lady,” Will stated angrily. He got to his feet, circled around to you - which made it very fortunate that you were against a wall and could not get away without the use of violence - and took hold of your arm. He yanked you up in a semi-painful way, pushed you up against the wall, then pressed his lips to yours. He had expected a fight, or a scream at least. But all that he could feel was you kissing him back, and all that he could hear were disgusted groans and a ‘finally’ from the other pirates trying to eat their meals. You tasted of alcohol, and smelt of salt water, but both were surprisingly pleasant.

“You’re still a fool,” You murmured against his skin, as his lips went towards your neck. You could feel him grin, then nibble at your nape.

“I’ll accept that role,” He whispered. You lightly pushed him off, only to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, with your arms around his shoulders. He had the strength to hold you up, and you trusted in it.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” You said, nibbling on his earlobe. “Where you can show me what it was that made those girls so impressed.”

“Who?” Will asked, teasingly, hands on your rear, and carried you proudly past the gang of pirates and into one of the storage bays. His nose was still tender, and you were careful to avoid it while you pressed kisses all over his face.

“I like that answer.” You smiled, snuggling against his neck until you were set down upon a crate of biscuits. Not the most romantic place, but with the little bits of light coming in, it didn’t matter since you could see Will’s face perfectly.

[reddesertcolbs]

fun in the sun // colby brock

this wasn’t requested, but the weather in the uk right now has inspired this.

summary: relaxing in the sun with kat and tara but the lads ruin the relaxing atmosphere. 

warnings: mention of alcohol and some swear words. 

masterlist

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the warmth of the bright yellow sun heated your skin, as you lay on the sun lounger next to kat and tara. all three of you were watching your boyfriends splash around and playing beer pong in the cold pool, giggling and screaming in excitement every now and then. 

you gazed at your shirtless boyfriend, as he lifted his head up, out of the pool after getting pushed under by corey. he lifts his hands to rub the water out of his eyes, that was clouding his vision, and shake the water out of his blue and brown locks. you study his face, as he turns to meet a now laughing corey, and charges towards him, with a playful look on his face. 

“they’re like children aren’t they?” tara laughs, bringing her cup up to her pink lips and taking a sip of her wine in the red cup. 

kat and you nod and giggle in agreement, and a soft smile lands on your face as you and colby make eye contact, him winking at you. 

you turn yourself over, so you’re laying on your stomach. sighing, you cross your arms above your head and rest your head against them. the sound of splashing water, soft giggles of your favourite people and the heat of the sun relaxes you. 

the three of you are relaxing, enjoying the peace without getting distracted by your boyfriends and having some girl time. you’re all listening to music through kat’s phone, signing along every now and then and drinking wine. 

the sound of wet feet hitting the stone floor makes you lift your head up, connecting eyes with your handsome boyfriend, as he makes his way to you. you turn around so you’re no longer laying on your stomach, as he sits on the edge of the sun lounger, moving you up slightly, so he can fully sit on the edge. 

“you okay, babe?” you ask, sitting up fully so there is more room on the small lounger, and so colby can get comfortable next to you.

“yeah, i’m having a rest.” he responds, picking up your cup and taking a sip. he pulls a face of disgust at the taste of the bitter wine and places it down on the floor again. “i don’t know how you can drink that.” chuckling, as he rests his body against yours. 

“stop complaining, go and get your own.” you tease, nudging his shoulder and then leaning against it. the coolness of his wet skin making you less warm. a chuckle leaves his mouth, as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him.

“can you join me in the pool later?” he asks you, leaning down to look at you. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then your lips, and he turns to look at his friends. 

“yeah, i could do with a swim. it’s getting so warm now.” you respond, sighing as the heat beats down on your body. you feel colby press a kiss to the top of your head, before he lifts himself of the lounger, and you look up at him with a confused look. “where are you going?”

“going to get a drink, you want one?” he reaches for your hand, and you hold his hand in yours, smiling when he gives it a gentle squeeze. 

“no i’m okay, i have plenty in there. thank you though, baby.” you reply, bring your lips to his hand and leaving a soft kiss to it. 

“okay, won’t be long.” he says, unhooking your fingers from his and backing away with a huge grin on his face. 

you watch the gorgeous man as he makes his way to the house, his back muscles on full show. you gaze at the tattoos that are on littered across his skin, then you turn your attention towards kat, as she pipes up. 

“you two are so cute, it makes me sick.” she winks, tease and adoration evident in her voice. she picks up the wine bottle, holding it out to you, so you can refill your cup. you take it off her, lifting your cup from the floor and refilling it, before passing it to tara, who is on the other side of kat. 

“shut up,” you say quietly, chuckling at the girl as she smiles wide. “he’s cute.” you lift the red cup up to your lips, sipping on the cool wine and sigh as you swallow it. placing the cup onto the ground again, you sit up and stretch your legs out in front of you. 

you look towards the house, as colby walks out of the door with the red cup pressed against his lips, most likely drinking jack daniels and coke, as he makes his way towards you again. once reaching you, he places his cup next to yours on the floor and connects his lips with yours for a brief moment before pulling away. 

“look after this for me.” he demands, pressing his lips to your shoulder before running towards the pool, and jumping in next to jake. 

you, tara and kat start singing along to the song that is blasting through kat’s phone. but, all three of your gazes move towards to pool again, as you hear screams fall out of sam’s mouth. laughter splutters out of all of your mouths, as you see colby, jake and corey all splashing water in sam’s direction. 

“literal children.” kat mutters, as laughs fall out of her mouth. she lifts her phone up to record them for her instagram story, and you and tara shake your heads in amusement. 

the sound of laughter makes all four boys look in the direction where you three are laying. they look at each other before nodding, and you watch as the four of them start creeping towards the edge of the pool. 

“what are they up to?” you ask the two girls quietly, eyeing up the four boys carefully. 

“i have no clue.” tara responds, eyeing them up as well. 

you watch colby closely, as he uses his arm strength to lift himself out of the pool. the sight makes your mouth water, but you’re quick to give him a confused look as he hovers above you. 

“hi baby.” he says, water droplets from his hair splashing onto your face. 

“colby, your hair is dripping stop.” you giggle, pushing him away slightly. although, gasps fall out of your mouth as the man lifts you, and starts walking towards the cold pool. 

“colby, i swear to fucking god if you drop me i’ll kill you.” you say, gripping onto him tightly, as you hear the two other girls throwing threats at their own boyfriends, as they lift them off the lounger too. 

“i won’t let you go, baby.” he winks, and jumping into the pool with you still in his arms. you gasp, as your head raises out of the water, and you rub your eyes to remove the water. you turn towards colby, and give him a scowl. 

“you dickhead.” you say, splashing water into his face, which only causes the man to laugh and lungs towards you. 

he wraps his arms around your waist, and you raise your arms to rest around his neck. you lean forward, pressing small kisses to his lips and you push his blue locks out of his face. 

“love you.” he mumbles against yours lips, squeezing your waist gently. 

“love you more, baby. even when you throw me into the pool.” you wink, resting your head on his shoulder, and small laughs release from you, as you watch jake and sam throw kat and tara into the pool. 

you watch as the two girls squeal at their boyfriends, once their heads are above the surface, and they both splash water into the boys faces. 

all seven of you enjoy the sun, spending time in the pool and sunbathing on the loungers that are placed around the pool, just pure enjoying each others company. you feel extremely lucky to be able to call these people your best friends, and even more grateful to be able to call colby your gorgeous boyfriend.  

[nerdyfangirl67]

Mio Amore -  Criminal Minds Reader Insert

Pairing: Rossi x reader

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1245

The reader is a server at Rossi’s favorite restaurant, as well as a culinary student, who flirts with Rossi and develops a relationship with him.

A/N: I don’t speak Italian so please bear with me, I used Google Translate. This was another amazing idea from the wonderful @im-a-slut-for-alucards-belt!  

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, double-checking to make sure you don’t have even a hair out of place. Tonight is a big night. You were meeting Dave’s team for the first time. And you wanted to make a good impression.

You were wearing one of your favorite dresses, which just so happened to be one of Dave’s as well. As you smooth out the wrinkles, you have to admit that it fits you quite well, which probably had to do with the few extra pounds you had put on after moving in with Rossi. As much as you enjoyed cooking, you liked eating Dave’s cooking that much more.

Voices from downstairs pull you from your self-examination. You take a deep breath, calming the nerves running wild in your body, before moving towards the staircase. As you make your way to the bottom, you can hear laughing and the clinking of what you can only assume is wine glasses. Upon reaching the threshold of the kitchen, you see the team, who you have only seen in photographs, mingling around the kitchen island, listening to Hotchner, you believe, tell the story of Jack’s latest soccer game. 

A squeal fills the kitchen, jerking you to attention. A vibrant blonde, wearing just about every color imaginable, comes rushing towards you. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Rossi, how could you have kept her hidden for so long! She’s perfect!” She exclaims loudly, pulling you into a tight hug. She steps back, introducing herself, “I’m Penelope Garcia, beloved tech analyst of the BAU. Most call me Garcia, but you can call me Penelope or Pen or…” A tall, well-muscled man throws an arm over Penelope’s shoulders, effectively cutting her off.

“Baby girl, let the woman breathe.” His deep voice was gentle. He turns his attention from Penelope to you, extending his free hand and flashing a flirtatious smile. “I’m Derek Morgan, but you can call me Derek.” You shake his hand and timidly introduce yourself, aware that everyone’s attention was now on you. The rest of the team introduces themselves, accompanied with handshakes and a few more hugs from Penelope and JJ. 

Dave moves to your side, pulling you close and handing you a glass of wine. “Here, il mio amore (my love).” He whispers in your ear, making you blush. 

“You guys are adorable.” JJ gushes from the other end of the kitchen. Pulling away slightly from Dave, you take a long sip from your wine. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, today’s lesson is being taught by the lovely Miss Y/L/N, our resident culinary school graduate.” He places an apron over your head before stepping close and tying it around your waist. He presses a soft kiss to your neck before stepping back. 

“If everyone is okay with it?” You question nervously, a little worried about being thrust into this tight-knit group. You didn’t want to seem as though you were forcing yourself in.

“Well, it all depends. Are you a good cook?” Aaron asks, completely deadpan, and it takes you a moment to realize he is making a joke. You smile shyly, while everyone voices their agreement so you begin teaching the team how to make Pasta alla Norma, one of the more simple dishes that you enjoyed making. 

After flitting around the kitchen, giving help to those who need it, and drinking more wine than you needed, dinner was ready to be served. You all move to the dining room where you enjoy dinner. Conversation flowed easily among you all and the more freely the wine flowed, the easier the conversation did. 

You had just cleared the table, with help from Reid, when Morgan asks, “So how did the two of you meet? Rossi has been pretty quiet about it.”

Dave smiles at you, giving you a small nod. You blush slightly before jumping into the story of the day your life changed.

One year ago

You had just gotten a job as a server at an upscale Italian restaurant near where you live. You were hoping to gain some insight from the cooks to deepen your knowledge of Italian cuisine and give you a step up in your culinary classes. 

So far though, all you had learned was how snooty and disrespectful people could be. And how much people could spend on alcohol. In. A. Restaurant. 

Today was different though. Yes, you had your usual rude customers, but there was one gentleman that was in your serving section that made it all worth it. 

He was kind, charismatic, and handsome, but most importantly dining alone, without a wedding ring. You found yourself lingering at his table a bit longer each time, hanging on to his every word. As you reluctantly return to his table for the last time, you were bringing the check, he asks the question you secretly had been hoping he would all night. 

“Bellissima (beautiful), would you care to join me?” He asks, his voice husky and sensual.

You smile shyly before responding. “I would love to.” You sit across from him then and the two of you spend the next hour and a half talking about anything and everything. You share stories about your childhood. He tells you about his job with the FBI. You tell him about culinary school and you learn he is a well-known author. The longer you talk to him, the more you wish the night would never end. It was as if you had known him all your life, that’s how comfortable being around him was. 

Sadly though, your night drew to a close and the two of you stood up from the table. He moves a step closer to you before saying in a low voice, “I would love to see you again.”

You blush and nod. “I would too.” The two of you exchanged numbers and parted with a hug. A long hug.

After you gathered your belongings, you headed outside towards your car. A shrill trilling sounded from your pocket, causing you to stop. You answer it without looking to see who it is.

“Hello.” You answer

“Y/N, I thought I’d see if you were free tomorrow night?” His husky voice sent tingles down your spine.

“Yes, I am.” You respond as a smile breaks out on your face.

“Well, how about dinner tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up at eight?” 

And after that, the two of you were practically inseparable, doing everything you could together.

“Awww! That’s adorable!” Penelope squeals, pulling you into a side hug. 

Morgan laughs. “Man, Rossi’s got game.” He gave Rossi a good-hearted slap on the shoulder.

“Well, theoretically, when taking into consideration Rossi’s -”, Reid starts into a factual ramble but is cut off by Hotch saying, “Reid, Reid, slow down. Let’s not freak Y/N out yet.” 

The conversation naturally breaks off into groups and you lean into Dave’s shoulder. He leans towards your ear, whispering sweet nothings in Italian to you, his hot breath fanning your ear, and his words relaxing you. Everything else fades away until it is the two of you. You grab one of his hands, lifting it and pressing a gentle kiss to it. You turn towards his ear and murmur, “Ti amo (I love you).” 

He presses a kiss to your temple before softly saying, “Ti amo, mia regina (I love you, my queen).”

Sitting here, with Dave, surrounded by those he considers family, you couldn’t be happier.