#diana shakes him by the ear to dry him off

[sisaloofafump]

Neither of them ever live it down (more mini bat here and here)

[ladyimaginarium]

Clem sits on her knees, preparing the syringe filled with testosterone as golden eyes flicker up to look at the most loveliest pair of blue eyes as Marlon's fingers caress her cheek and she leans into his hand, thumb brushing against her lips, and he gives her a nod. Her fingers intertwine with his and she softly kisses his knuckles and the back of his hand, before injecting the syringe into his inner thigh, feeling him slightly wince underneath her fingers. Thank God for Diana's basic medical training. Ejecting once finished and wiping any possible chance of infection off with a wipe, she rises up and kisses him as his hands cup her cheeks. They didn't even need to say anything. He gently picks her up by her waist after she discards the supplies in the trash, and he gently twirls them both around as she wraps her legs around his waist while Radiohead's acoustic variant of High and Dry play in the background of her bedroom until he lets them fall back on her bed, a surprised squeal escaping her lips. "Marlon, don't play wi' me like that." she pouts afterward, eliciting a chuckle from the taller man. "I like it, though." A moment of silence, before he's reminded."Oh yeah. We gotta see David for another round of service dog training." he murmurs into her ear as he lights a cigarette for the morning, hand tracing down her back in gentle circles, exhaling the smoke away from her face. Clem's lips press at his pulse, box braids surrounding her like a halo, "Yeah, but we need to eat brunch first tho'." she whispers back. Marlon puts his cigarette in the ashtray before he looks up at her. "A BNE, huh. Bacon and eggs. Fuckin' delicious."

Clem chuckles in agreement, nodding, "Yeah, I know that's right."

Erica's fingers slowly trace the back of Yang's hand as he rests in his hospital bed, barely awake. His skin is warm, she thinks, like the sun. One of his eyes wink open to look at her in the light of the winter dawn filtering through the window and illuminating her hair, her eyes. Yang cracks a soft smile, a breathy chuckle escaping him even despite the pain. "You look like shit... but hey, at least I'm holy... heh, get it..." he teases, his larger, warmer hand clasps around her own. Erica's breath hitches, lip trembling before her head dips, shaking her head, "You fool." He's always doing this, trying to make her laugh, even after all these years. Yang's been like this for as long as she can possibly remember, which was very little, but he never once hesitated to do so. His thumb rubs the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry." he murmurs, dropping the lighthearted act, both half lidded eyes looking up to meet her own as his gaze shifts all the way down her body. She always looked so beautiful, even now, all these years later, despite everything.

The albino woman slowly shook her head, "Stop..." she whispered, trailing off, her voice threatening to crack. None of this had ever been his fault. "If I had ever known or suspected..." Yang's tone is filled with the rage of a thousand suns, causing Erica's heart to skip a beat, "Delico and I would've fucking ended him."

The Twilight woman believed him with all her heart, but that didn't mean she wanted him to beat himself up over something he couldn't possibly control. "I'm alright," she lies through a blueberry lipstick smile in the hopes of comforting him, but that only makes him angrier. "Please don't do this shit to me, Erica." he's gentle, but firm, "no one in your position would ever be fucking fine."

"I just want you to be okay, please don't get angry." her voice is soft, hushed after a moment of silence as Yang complies squeezing her hand in support with a long sigh.

[reidscookies]

All The Things I Could Not Say

More writing is done, because I procrastinate best when doing things that have no deadline. Read it on AO3, or under the cut! Angst with a happy ending!

Summary: When Spencer heard a knock at the door, he thought Derek might have forgotten his keys again.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

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Or, William Reid hears about Spencer's engagement, and wants to know where his invitation is.

TW: Implied Domestic Violence, Implied Child Neglect.

Read it on AO3

When Spencer heard a knock at the door, he thought Derek might have forgotten his keys again. It had been known to happen, and Spencer was already forming some sort of way to tease his fiancé. Opening the door, he started with a small chuckle. “You’re no better than Emily-“

On the doorstep was not his fiancé, but William Reid. His hair was thinner, and he looked tired. His long trench coat practically consumed him, his chest puffed trying to seem bigger than he really was. “Spencer.”

“Dad? What are you doing here?” Spencer asked, mouth going dry.

William motioned his arm towards the foyer. “May I come in?”

Too shocked to say anything else, Spencer stepped aside. “I… Sure, I guess…”

They sat in the living room, Spencer taking his reading chair and curling into it for comfort. His father sat on the sofa, hands nervously wringing. “So, I read the news that you go engaged. It was in the alumni section for your school's old newspaper.”

Spencer groaned internally, recalling Penelope’s efforts to share the news with the entire world. “Yeah, I am. We’re getting married in October.”

William nodded, slightly awkward. “That’s nice, very nice. Um, where, though? And when?”

Spencer raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see how that concerns you, seeing as you haven’t been invited. And I don’t plan for you to be.”

William narrowed his eyes. “Don’t be nasty, Spencer.”

“Screw you, William! Screw you!”

“Don’t be nasty, Diana.”

“Don’t talk to me like a child!”

“Then stop acting like one!”

A crash came from the kitchen. A slap followed directly after. In the morning, Spencer would find his father’s favorite mug shattered on the counter, and the shape of his father’s hand marked red across his mother’s cheek.

Spencer’s expression became hard and cold. “Never say that to me again. Don’t ever speak to me like that. Being honest is not being nasty. While you were busy running away from us, I was a child learning to survive with no father, a mother who grew to need more assistance than her ten-year-old son could provide.”

William crossed his arms. “You know why I left! I’ve explained this to you before.”

“Yes, because you couldn’t bear the idea of Mom getting in trouble about Gary Michaels. See, I’ve thought about this, and I think there’s more to it than that. If you’d been discovered, Lou Jenkins would have gone to jail. Mom would likely have been institutionalized. Both of these have happened anyway, only it’s been 20 years. The only difference now is that Mom has not been charged as an accessory to murder.”

“Spencer, where are you going with this?” William asked, voice shaking slightly.

Spencer paced with ease around the room. “You didn’t really care what would happen to her if she had been discovered back then. Hell, you weren’t even concerned as to how Mom being institutionalized could affect me as a child. No, you only cared about your reputation.” He looked back at his father. “Congratulations, your good name remains intact, not to mention a now relatively successful son who you brag about to your coworkers but never seem to have had the time to return calls to when he was living at home.”

William was red in the face at this point. “You don’t understand. Spencer, I couldn’t stay, I had to get out of there. I kept tabs on you to make sure you were safe, don’t you realize I care about you?”

A cold, barking laugh tore itself from Spencer’s throat. “Care? When have you ever shown me that you cared, genuinely? Was it when you’d tell me to shut up when I was trying to share something I learned about things you liked? Was it when you forced me into little league even though I told you the helmet made my ears hurt? Was it when you sent Mom by herself to pick me up from first grade when you knew that type of social scenario would be too difficult for her? Was it when you left the invitation to my Doctoral Thesis presentation in the mailbox long enough for it to come back to me with “Return to Sender” stamped all over it?” He felt his eyes burn slightly. “Was it when you weren’t there when I had Mom taken to Bennington? God, Dad, I was eighteen! Don’t you understand how scared I was?! How scared I had been for eight years trying to keep both myself and Mom above water?!”

“God, you sound just like your mother, poison tongue and all!” William shouted before thinking. “Spencer-“

Spencer interrupted him. “The thing is, I used to want you to care. I used to hope and dream that you’d come home and help me. But I grew up, despite the bullying and the bills and Mom’s decline, I pulled both of us out to safety. And I have a family now! I have a wonderful family of friends who care, who put up with me despite my facts and lectures, who truly care about what I have to say. I’m engaged, I have a wonderful fiancé who doesn’t ask me to change anything about who I am or how I am. He brings out the best in me when I’m at my worst, he stays despite my “poison tongue” and when I get overly invested in my work. When I write to Mom, he signs the letters too, and a lot of times he’ll even add a few pages of his own. He knows every part of me, he is the person I want to be with for the rest of my life. So no, Dad, I didn’t send you an invitation. Partially because I honestly didn’t think you’d come, but mostly because I don’t need you there. I have who I need, and it’s not you.”

William was stunned into silence. Clearing his throat, he straightened his coat. “Well, then. If that’s how it is.”

“That’s how it is.” Spencer nodded. He looked towards the door where Derek stood quietly with the grocery bags.

Derek had a look of concern on his face, but he kept it relatively masked in front of William. “Everything okay?”

Spencer nodded. “He was just leaving.” He lead William to the door, thinking to himself that his father wasn’t unlike a dog with its tail between its legs. When the front door closed, it was like a note of finality. Something was done, and honestly, it felt good.

Spencer grabbed one of the grocery bags and headed for the kitchen, starting to put items away. “How much did you hear, Derek?”

Derek joined him, putting the milk and juice in the refrigerator. “I only got back a few minutes ago, but probably about the part when you were talking about who your family is now.”

Spencer hummed, folding the reusable bags and placing them in the corner. “He heard about the wedding from the local newspaper announcement Garcia insisted on. He wanted to know why he hadn’t received his invitation.”

“Well, you made it abundantly clear that he isn’t going to be getting one.” Derek said, moving closer. “Need a hug?”

Spencer smiled and let Derek hold him close. “Honestly, love, I really am okay. I was able to say a lot of things I never thought I’d get a chance to. Him leaving is always going to hurt in a lot of ways, but he’s made his choice. I think it’s okay that I get to make mine, too, and that includes who I have in my family.”

Derek gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. “I absolutely think it’s okay for you to make those choices. You’ve got us, baby, no matter what.” He looked at his watch. “You still up for meeting everyone for dinner? Or do you need it to be just us tonight?”

Spencer thought for a moment. “Would you mind if we invited everyone here for pizza instead? I don’t want to go out, but I want my family with me.”

“You’ve got it, pretty boy. I’ll let them know.” Derek gently pulled away and grabbed his phone to reach out to the team. Spencer smiled to himself, letting all traces of his father’s unwelcome visit start to ease off his mind. He had what he needed, and there was no way he would ever change it for anything.

[47-shades-of-hitman]

47 ways to make you mine | Agent 47 X Reader | 2/47

2/47 - A little bit of happiness - GN

Rain cascaded down on your hometown and soaked Agent 47 to the bone. He did not mind, instead stepped on through the streets with his coat tightly wrapped around himself.

Your house wasn’t far now. Agent 47 knew how to find it by heart and the familiarity of the route made him increase his speed.

In the distance, thunder rumbled. A muffled noise came from his coat. His hand went up to cradle the source of the sound, and it stilled.

When he arrived at your doorstep, he didn’t have to knock, as if you had sensed him being close and had been waiting for him at the front door.

It swung open and revealed you, endearingly casual, clad in fleece pyjamas.

“Hey!” you greeted, “Do come in, you’re probably freezing.”

He stepped inside in your warm homestead and stood a bit awkwardly in the hallway for a few seconds.

“Shall I take your coat?” you asked him after pressing a light kiss on his cheek, not too fond of getting your clothes all wet, deciding to kiss him a little better later on.

“Uh. Yes.”

That same muffled noise came from his long trench coat once again. You raised an eyebrow, a little confused.

“What’s that sound?”

“I uh… Nothing really.”

He held his arm closer to his chest, and you noticed. “What do you have there?”

Agent 47 opened his mouth to speak, but the words remained unsaid. Instead, he moved aside the lapels of his coat and unbuttoned it, revealing to you what he had been hiding.

Scrawny, with thin red fur, quivering on his arm. “A kitten…” you whispered. “Where did you…”

He cleared his throat. “You should get a towel for it. It’s very cold.”

You nodded and wordlessly took the cat from him, rushing to your kitchen in order to wrap the small thing in a tea towel. In the meantime, Agent 47 took the time to take off his coat and hang it to dry, as well as his shoes, which he placed in the hallway.

The kitten was no older than eight weeks and seemed severely malnourished. You opened your fridge to see what you had, took out a jug of milk and poured some in a mug before placing it in the microwave.

“Will you be able to nurse it back to health?” Agent 47 asked from the threshold. You looked up at him and smiled. “I think so.” you replied, holding the kitten a little closer.

“Where did you find it? And most of all, why did you decide to bring it?” you quizzed him as you took the lukewarm milk from the microwave, stirring it before dipping in your pinky finger to see how hot it was.

“Well,” Agent 47 began whilst you poured some milk on a small saucer. “When I returned from my mission, I heard something underneath me. Nearly stepped on it, too. Its mother laid dead in a ditch a little further away, perished in either the gunfight or the stress that came with it. I…”

He rubbed his neck a bit awkwardly as you carefully placed the now-dry kitten down on the counter top, letting it sniffle the milk before it started to eagerly lap at it.

“I couldn’t let it just… Die.” A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips and you walked up to him, pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. “You’re a sweet man, after all.”

The tiniest of blushes built at the tips of his ears. “I uh… The reason I brought it home was because I felt like you could use a friend… For when I’m on missions, I mean. So you won’t be too lonely.”

Your heart jumped in your chest and tears prickled behind your eyes. “Oh, 47, that’s so thoughtful of you.”

Slipping your arm around his waist, you hugged him. He embraced you back, kissing your forehead. “I’m glad that you like it.”

You pulled back, gleaming up at the hitman in front of you. “Thank you.” you whispered.

He tucked some hair behind your ear and softly smiled, leaning down to kiss you.

Though before his lips could hit yours, a loud sound behind you pulled you out of the gentle embrace.

The kitten meowed, loudly, and it looked at you with large, expecting eyes. The saucer it had been drinking from was empty, and it was awaiting a refill.

“Have you thought of a name yet?” Agent 47 asked you. “Hm… Noisy with quite the attitude… Meowana Burnwood?”

Agent 47 blinked in confusion. “Meowana Burnwood?” “Yeah,” you explained, “Like Diana Burnwood, but a cat.”

A huff of laughter escaped him and he shook his head in disbelief, smiling. “Isn’t that kind of mean?” “Well, we could call it Meowana for short. Diana doesn’t have to know.”

He fell silent and looked at you, joy in his chest at the knowledge that you enjoyed his gift to you.

“Why don’t we think a bit longer on the name.” Agent 47 suggested. “After all, red cats are usually male.”

You laughed a little and went to prepare the cat another drink. “Should we name it after Lucas then? Lu-cat...”

Agent 47 raised an eyebrow and smirked. “He, too, won’t appreciate that.”

“Oh, silly me,” you sighed, “I haven’t even offered you a drink yet. What would you like?”

He held up his hand, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine.” he told you, “After all, I can grab my own drink in case I get hungry. Don’t worry about me.”

A sigh left his lips as he watched you feed the kitten, joy swelling in his chest. He silently thanked himself for bringing it home.

[ace-t-fic]

Riverside Gryff’s

Phone fanifc be warned no grammar (I made the greaser au + plus any complaints about lily’s writing are based heavily off she was written I just added more on having a sister like petunia to it.)

The ear-piercing sound of glass shattering dulled in comparison to the loud chatter and Music, and that filled the room. But the workers heard it with a heavy sigh as one marked down another tally mark. That's the fifth one; it's only three days into the week. These kids brought in good business but Minerva thinks they’ll run her dry with all the replacements she has to order.

“I’m headed out!” Diana rushed tapping Severus on the shoulder. He only bid her half-assed goodbye before he finished tying up his apron. She was an elderly woman that handled the hard coffee crowd in the morning. By the time Severus clocked in half of the morning/afternoon crowd was beginning to rush out. They were replaced by the younger staff who could handle their own crowd— teenagers.

If there's one thing besides the teenagers, they hated about this place; it was working the floor. Sure the girls loved it and reveled in being next to the many teen sleazeballs that frequented it, but Severus did not. Weasley also downright hated it; the Spinner's End kids had no qualms about throwing him the harshest of nicknames. ‘Fire Crotch’ was a favorite of Severus'.

But Severus hated working the floor whenever any of the jocks down from the riverside visited. Especially when A bunch of spoiled jocks who thought they were thugs came in. Riverside Gryff’s etched across their backs on black leather. All they did was change from their letterman jackets on the way over. They never did anything but bully and abuse lesser people than them. On the other hand, Severus knew true thugs that would stab you in the gut for anything.

"Whatcha thinking in that pretty little head there?"

"All the self-defense moves my mother taught me to ward off men like you." He stated boardely before grabbing at his notepad "What will it be, Potter."

"The in-between Sundae."

"The hell is that? Severus said before reaching under the counter to grab a hold of one of the menus. "We don't have that here."

"Sure you do" James started, a sultry smile gracing his lips as he leant halfway over the counter."Just give me a bottle of whipped cream and spread ya legs-"

"You never know when to shut up, give up and move on," Severus hissed. Briefly eyeing the patron over giving them disapproving looks.

"Of course I don't. I've seen you in my leather jacket."He smirked, leaning closer on the bar." and out of it."

"Excuse me!" Snipped a customer causing Severus to jump-start and remember he's at work, hitting customers is not in the business model.

God, he really hated life sometimes, more so when he took into account that lily was probably the worst friend he's ever picked up. Realistically she roped him into more trouble than his short run with Lucius. She was his best friend but they all were too fucked in their childhoods in too many ways.

They met in church, and he lived on to see her try as hard as possible to shake the notion that she was square. She wanted to rock and sing blues in midnight clubs. Ask Severus, and he'd tell you he had always thought she was jealous of his sister in that way. Petunia, as much as a devil, still managed to garner her family's love while she was sneaking out from the back porch with a cigarette in her pocket and Vernon waiting in a cab a couple of blocks down. At one point she had roped Lily into being her secret keeper.

Lily always folded under pressure and being a square for the rest of her life crisped the edges. So much so that she got involved with the crowds at the riverside. Severus would've never seen it coming with their separate schools and incomes between them. That was until he started shadowing her in town and movie theaters. They went to a dollar movie that day. Abbott and Costello and Severus stood there awkwardly with three other girls who called em'selves goldies. They got into their seats, and it was fine but it seemed like they were making a fuss over nothing and throwing popcorn around. They kept glancing to the side of them and that was when he had noticed a group of three dudes sitting a couple of seats down and to the side.

It got to the point where it was irking Severus just enough for him to take a glance at what exactly put the girls in a frenzy. Got his answer as an equally irked Potter rolled his head up to glance in their direction. He had remembered him of course, preacher's son and an asshole that spent Sunday school telling Severus that since he was a bastard he'd be going to hell. Now he's a thug that keeps staring even as Severus turns his head coming to terms with not getting to watch the movie.

Even when it had finished and Severus retreated to the bathroom to wash his hands an amused James slid past him with a mumbled apology. It got even worse from there when he got his slug from a neighbor who passed and was the designated driver. Finally, it ended with a bonfire on the lake. Lily had gotten ahead of herself in strip poker and Severus was there with his shirt to save her when she went prancing along the lake. The night ended with both of them soaked and a little worse for wear.

Once the hysteria passed and lights in the lodge filled with the teens, Severus had sat on the pier miserable. James plopped beside him and his jacket heavy on his shoulder now that he was shirtless. The whole thing was weird, the atmosphere changing and stretching uncomfortably whenever they were in the same Vicinity together. Didn't stop Severus from leading him back to his car, though. When Lily had found them a few drunken words and curses later Severus had tried his hardest to drag her home. A moment later they were both found in a tree.

Severus is a little irritated to wake up and find the preacher looming over his hospital bed in prayer with his mother. A letterman jacket sitting on the seat beside him.

"How's Lilly darling," Trelawney asked, fumbling with the register.

"She's good, doing much better in the silent towns. Reckons she'll visit for the summer."

"Oh, sweet girl. Shame that DUI, these gangs they got themselves into, gold ladies and whatnot. In my day I would've been dealt with, with! a wooden spoon. "She chattered grabbing a few bills before jampacking the drawer closed." You be careful with these lot, charming boys aren't passaged to paradise." Before making her way back to the table she was servicing.

"Full of shit, that one." He heard a voice mumble near him. "Untouched and a nail-biter." Severus’s hands clenched to hide his nails before glaring at the curly-haired boy.

"Oh come on, I'm not talking about you."

"Then why make observations pertaining to me." Severus seethed, abruptly reopening the register. "Well, it's adorable when you do it-"

"Piss off," He said before going back down the bar.

His night only got worse as 4 more glasses were broken and a fight broke out. A drink knocked over and a wet shirt later with stains on his jeans had him reeling for a day off. And when clean up was said and done Minerva locked up the gates and he saw Arthur off on the bus he waited under his spotlight.

"Your shirt is a little wet there, need a change?"

[insufferablelust]

THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE (vi)

okay but that gif sent me to blazing hell, anyways! this is the 6th installment to the series! i hope you enjoy! it’s kinda a filler chapter to make straighten the plot line, thank you for reading! MASTERLIST for earlier chapter.

WARNINGS : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, no actual smut, allusions to sex and pre-BDSM talk, traumatic past, Huge Build up (sorry loves), Cheesy fluffs.

I would also like to say that, some aspects of this story is not consistent with the actual series, i make some changes to fit the plot lines better. Full credit to the creators and directors of the series though.

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{ love is a world of it’s own, that lives in the heart not in the head. -Diana & Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds }

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I love you

I love you.

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The next morning, had me smiling. It was the longest sleep i’ve gotten in awhile and one that doesn’t have nightmares, all because he’s here. Spencer’s here, i shuddered as i felt his arms tightened around my waist and his legs tangled with mine. It felt so good just to know that we’re both safe and sound inside each other’s embrace, even if it’s temporary.

I listened to his breathing for awhile, he sounded so calm, there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to ease all of his worries and soothe the very thing that had him overthinking everything. His mind is a complicated place, he said so to me one time that “You never know what its like to be the prisoner of your own mind.” he didn’t know then that i’m still trying to get out of mine.

I bit my lip hard, as the memories from last night flooded back, i used to promised myself to not say any of my past to anyone, but now Spencer knows and i’m terrified that something will happen to him. Bad things tend to occur when they know the real me, and i won’t let anything happen to Spencer.

I shake away my bad thoughts and move on to the more exciting time of the night, god— i could still feel the way he touched me, the way he whispered so cruelly yet so lovingly. It was different from the first time we had sex, he was gentle whereas that time he was rough, dominant. I love both Reid’s, and yet i just can’t seem to get the thought out of my head, “How did he know that much about Dominance and Submissive play?” It’s not just common knowledge on how to perfectly bound someone or edge someone right? according to your experience, His techniques were as sophisticated as someone who had years of BDSM training.

“I could’ve sworn that dream was real.” Spencer’s morning voice pulled me out of my thoughts, i turned my head to see him before flashing him a smile and giggled. “Penny for your dreams then?”I muttered jokingly which he told me that it involved me and him, i stifled my laugh as i hid my face on his neck, immediately feeling the immense calmness radiated from his scent alone.

“Remember that one time, on the picasso signature case?” He mumbled sleepily against my hair, “how could i not remember? that case is the one that changes everything.” I looked up to him then, ran my fingers through his hair.

“I remembered just how flushed you are, i always liked you since the beginning, i just.. i just don’t know how your reaction would be so i kept it a secret.” He paused to look down at me, tucking my hair behind my ear, then continue,

“But then i started noticing little.. changes in your behavior, so i observed you for weeks which i know is creepy but hey.. i was practically in love with you at that point, you got anxious a lot around me which you hid it really well but then that one time during a case you just completely went flushed and your pupils were dilated, your breathing labored— which convinced my theory.” He explained, with eyebrows raised and a smirk itching to appear on his godforsaken lustful lips.

“Mmm, which is what Dr.Reid?” I batted my eyelash up at him, not knowing where my sudden burst of confidence appeared from but not caring either. “That you feel the same way about me, if not romantically, then at least sexually.” There it is, his lips curved up at one side— i was about to answer but beat me to it- leaned against my ear and whispered, “Stop with the act or i’ll spank your ass purple.”

“Oh Spencer, you’re saying it like it’s something i wouldn’t love.” I scoffed as i sit up on the bed, then straddled his hips. My respond lit up something inside him, something primal that i can see it in his eyes, his demeanor changed 180 which sent thrill to my skin.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“I think i am, and so are you.”

“Oh i am pet, It’s fascinating how much you think you have control when it’s been showed clearly on who’s in charge, by the marks on your skin, and the burning sensation between your legs.” It felt like he poured all the molten lava on top of me to leave me burning, the way he said all of that turned me on beyond belief.

“You forget that i’m in control of you, and by so i can take away the things you ‘love’, when we talk about our relationship later, i’ll make sure spanking won’t be in the list of punishments— since you’re such a needy masochist.” I can’t help but to whine at his words, only to confirm all he said is true, true to every damn detail.

“S-Sorry sir and yes we need to talk about it..” I was so flustered i couldn’t think of anything else but that, i knew if i asked for him to touch me now he would just laughed, so maybe i can try to get back in his good mercy.

“There you go, you have manners after all. We’ll talk about it over breakfast, go and shower, i’ll make french toast.” He make sure to kiss my lips before patting my bum as a signal that I need to get up, which i happily did so. “Oh and sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir?”

“If i find you touching whats mine, Expect to be denied with ruined orgasms for a week.”

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The smell of french toast cooking hit my nose on the perfect Sunday morning as i stepped out of the bathroom, quickly drying myself off then went to my closet to pick out an outfit that was both comfy but also would make Spencer goes crazy. I smiled as i saw a vintage dress i’ve owned since college, it was a Sabrina type dress that stopped right above my cleavage, showing plenty of skin from there up to my neck.

I put on the dress quickly, decided not to apply any make up, and comb my hair to let it fall freely. I stand in front of the mirror to see how i looked, the sight made me shiver, the marks he had given me last night littered all over the exposed skin of my neck down to my collarbones, I bit my lips at the thought of bearing more of his mark as a way to show everyone that he owns me. Body and soul.

After a good 5 minutes, i snapped out of my thoughts and head downstairs right to where Spence is plating the french toast. “Go sit on the table. I’m almost done” He ordered, so i sit down, waiting for him to finally see me, my knees bounced against the table as i waited in anticipation.

“Y/N stop being anxious, your knees keeps—“ He demanded, only to be cut off when he saw me. He stopped dead at his track, holding both plates in each hand, his eyes widened a little as his breathing got labored at the sight of me, Spencer bit his lip hard taking a deep breath, before placing your plates in front of me, and his plate opposite of mine.

As you thought he was about to sit, he strolled to my side, hands immediately gripped my jaw and pulled me out of my seat— his hand are so tight around my jaw, i’m sure it’ll bruise, good. I took in the state of him, like i could see the red in his eyes as his were burning holes through my skull.

Then his grip moved lower to my neck, grasped it softly, not enough for it to bruise but enough to give me a warning. “You have no idea how much i want to put a nice collar on your neck, and bend you over this desk right now.” He whispered roughly, his other fingers trailed against my lips side to side.

I opened my mouth so he can pushed them in, letting me suckle on them as he chuckled “We’ll talk first, we have a lot to talk about. But since you’re pretty adamant on teasing my like this, if you agree to be mine later after we establish how this is going to work— best believe i’m going to ruin you.” My knees buckled at his proposition, Doesn’t he realized that i’m already his? He owns me the moment i let him open me up inside out.

“Bribing me already Dr.Reid?”

“Oh baby, i’ll make sure you’ll earn your lesson.”

—————

You moaned the second you tasted that sinful french toast, god isn’t Spencer supposed to be terrible at cooking? then how come this tastes like literal heaven? the perfectness oozes out of this fine looking toast dripping with hon—

“You’re really testing me now, Y/N.” He intertwined his fingers around each other before putting them in front of him, the manner suggest proper intimidation, clearly it worked for you. You replied with a whisper “Sorry sir, it’s really good.”

“Before we start to discuss our relationship, i’ll allow you to ask me questions about anything and everything that’s been going on. You gave me closure yesterday, and i shall give you closure too.” You kept eye contact as you wonder what to ask, which one of the thousands of questions in-your head that you were going to ask.

“Y/N?”

“How um how’d you find out about me? my past?” You nervously asked, this is something important to you, if Spencer truly found out then sooner or later you’ll have to face the consequences of everyone finding out too, probably even deeper than what’s Spencer been digging.

“I had my suspicions for awhile, when you first joined, you looked way too trained to be 25. No one is that trained unless they have basic skillset, everyone were suspicious too but decided to not question anything. But like i said,” His eyes were sharp, and you can feel the goosebumps rises at the sound of his tone. God he always managed to make you nervous.

“You intrigued me. So i did some digging of my own, asked Garcia to hand me your file, to my surprise before the age of 14 Y/N Bones never existed, Your surrogate father is smart, but he still leaves crumb Y/N. I’m just surprised the bureau didn’t question it when you joined,” He paused as he clench and unclench his jaw, the sight alone made me squirm in my seat, i’m not sure if i’m even listening at this point.

“So i searched deeper, even asked one of my friends Elle to do a deep background search about you so that it’s not someone on the team, and we both found out that you.. breezed your way through the psych eval that you have an astounding result. Your records are squeaky clean yet, there are pictures of you when you were 17 so we generate how you might’ve looked like when you were 10 to 15 years old and then we found...”

“The missing kid from a mob murder house in Italy, last seen by the chauffeur that was killed moments after he talked to the police, the poor guy was new— he never been briefed on what happened when something like that occurred.” You finished his statement as you looked down, your eyes closed momentarily as you tried to process that this man knows everything about you and now your secrets will be revealed to the world.

“Y/N, listen to me,” You’re that good at controlling your face whenever someone confronted you, thats why you’re able to breezed through your basic psych eval like a magnet. “Let me see you, not the walls you’ve put up.” Then when he said that, you felt like you never really knew yourself, all these years, you’ve put up a persona that was strong enough to handle everything even if you chipped away apart of your psyche every time something traumatic happened.

“This is me, Spence.. It’s who i want to be..”

“No, it’s killing you. All your life you’ve been directed, told what to do, controlled. But then you gained some sort of control when you finally was able to get free from your surrogate father, yet you don’t like it right out of the start so you keep up because that’s what kept you survive, get you inside the bureau so you won’t legally be touched once your father died, am i correct?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why you tried everything to give up control again, you joined the club right?” That made you red in an instant, How the hell did he managed to know so much about you? you’ve tried your damn hardest to be discreet about it, event as far as going to the club thats far from where you lived.

“I-I, Spencer this is too much information..” You trailed as you bit your lips at the thought of him knowing the inside and out of you like you’re one of his book, part of you were glad that you don’t have to keep everything to yourself anymore, that you don’t have to worry about control— you want to relinquish control, and he’s the only one that has made you feel comfortable when you give him all of you, and you don’t want it to stop. But you two are coworkers, FBI agents in the same field nonetheless there’s no way Hotch would agree to anything you propose.

“I know it is, Y/N. But you don’t have to go through it all alone now okay? i’m here, i know and thats good.”

“What do i have to do? Tell Hotch the truth about my past?” You chewed your lower lips as you think about all the possibilities that could happen, one being the most obvious which includes you being investigated and then fired. Or there’s one where the FBI would uncover Mr.Bones’s ties to Italian mob, which means you put all of them in danger. Then there’s one—

“Stop it, stop thinking for a second, and stop biting your goddamn lips, i swear.” He took you by surprise as he went over to your side and place you on top of the table in front of him before sitting down on your seat himself. “I-I’m sorry, i just.. don’t know what to do.. i don’t want to resign or get fired, i love this job, you’re all my family.”

He took my hand in his, and hold it tight before pressing a kiss on each fingertips, “You’re way too valuable of an agent to get fired and Hotch knows that, love. The worst thing that can happen is they’ll investigate and you’ll be forced to tell them what happened and how it went from there. Y/N you have no absolute ties with them, you were a victim.”

“You don’t know how powerful they are, the reason why i wanted to be apart of this job is to go after them Spence, and i’m getting nowhere close to even find any trace of them.”

“As much of a genius as you are, combining 8 heads instead of one will have a different outcome.” He joked, which makes you chuckled as you sighed and nods “Can i think about it first?”

“Of course, but do know that they’ll find out whether you tell them or not. And it’s better if it’s coming from you, not genius detective work of Garcia.” He sternly remind you, as you nod, and smile at him, muttering a small “okay..”

“Now, do you have any other question?” He pulled you closer, his hand practically grasping your bum cheeks, making you blush. “I-um..” you stopped as the words you were about to let out got stuck on your throat.

“Y/N, when you’re being asked, speak up clearly.” He scolds, which made your heart twisting in an uncomfortable way, showing how much you hate it when he gets disappointed at you. “I’m sorry, it’s just.. um— how did you know so much aboutsubmissionanddominance?” You rushed the last bit as you close your eyes in embarrassment, He made you feel so timid.

“What was that, baby? Didn’t quite hear the last bit?” He muses with a wonderful smirk formed on his ridiculously handsome face which makes you want to roll your eyes but decided otherwise since you don’t wanna get punishment this early.

“Submission and Dominance, Sir.” He play his game, and so you will play yours, only fair right? oh he thought so, his lips quirked in amusement before chuckling,

“How do you think i found out about that club you joined hm?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you try to click things inside your head before you came to a realization...

“Spencer... are you— are you?”

He’s a goddamn member isn’t he?

“3 years, Princess.”

You’re fucked, Once again.

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[lepus-arcticus]

44.

Mulder is making 44 clove garlic soup. 

In the steamy grotto of his kitchen, Scully cuts a witch-like figure; black-clad and bent-nosed, her hair whipped into a fetching nimbus by the rain. She has been hovering over the pot while she sips at her second glass of wine, driven to industry by her skepticism of his ability to feed her. 

“The onions are going to burn,” she needles, thieving a shard of gruyere from the cutting board.

“Get outta there,” he scolds, bumping her with his elbow. But she’s right as usual, and he turns his attention back to the onions, shoving them around the pot with a spatula. He’s been trying to be extra good to her lately. It would not do to burn the onions. Between the thing with the smoker and that ill-advised stakeout, he really owes her one. 

Scully checks on the garlic roasting in the oven, releasing a zephyr of heat into the room. He strips a fragrant sprig of thyme between his fingers, observing her ass as she bends over and pries the crimped tinfoil bundle apart with a pair of tongs. 

“This seems like an awfully convoluted way to flush out Hegel Place’s resident vampires,” she quips, letting the oven door clang shut. He grins at her, feeling another fragment of the lingering tension between them shake itself out. He can’t help it; her bad jokes make him feel loved. 

Mulder had thought a stakeout would be romantic. A few long nights alone together in a neutral location, scratching notes, complaining amiably. Indulging in the cozy candour that is always inexplicably summoned by paper cups of burnt corner-store coffee. It had been off to a good start, Scully working herself up to one of her standard-issue grouches, getting all slouchy and pouty and sarcastic. But then Skinner swooped in on the wing of a raven and a mystery, and Mulder found himself suddenly, irrevocably in Vermont. 

He had to admit that Ellen and her monster were rather Aesopish in their timeliness. In any case, her rabid domesticity had clearly rubbed off on him, because here he was, professing devotion in the form of soup, a damp dish towel slung over his shoulder, carefully pouring chicken stock into his mom’s prehistoric Osterizer Galaxie blender. 

He might be a monster, but just like those 44 cloves, he wants to prove he can turn the pungent things inside of himself into something sweet and rich, something that can nourish her. 

Across the kitchen, Scully sets down her wine and shoves her hand into a tattered oven mitt, rattles the tray from the oven and rests it on the burners. She shakes off the glove and impatiently picks open the foil with the tips of her fingernails. A bloom of aromatic splendour billows out from it, and he can’t help but follow it to the source, placing his hand on the small of Scully’s back as he leans over her and inhales. Together they peer down into the dark. The garlic resembles four papery nests of caramel-coloured hummingbird eggs. 

“Ready,” he confirms. 

He lets her squeeze out the flesh from the skin over the steaming blender while he transfers the onions. Scully is adorable, exsanguinating her alliums with a warlike, satisfied expression, the same one he’s seen while she’s elbows-deep in an autopsy. 

“They say garlic’s an aphrodisiac,” he purrs into her ear, adding the thyme. 

“You know, Mulder,” Scully says, eyes still glued to her task. “I find it a little strange that you seem so enamoured of an outmoded patriarchal institution like marriage.” 

He feels a grin inhabit his mouth. “That’s one hell of a non-sequitur, Scully.”

“Indulge me.”

He leans against the counter, thinking.

“Well, there’s the fact that I love you, of course,” he offers. 

“Big deal. You’ve loved me for years. Next.” 

Mulder pulls open the fridge door, peering inside. “I dunno, don’t you think there’s something nice about the formal, ritualistic binding of two souls in front of the eyes of men and gods alike? The publicly-sanctioned promise to do right by one another, to go forth and bear fruit, to share the yoke?” He locates the carton of coffee cream, grabs it, pours a few good lugs into the blender. 

“Did you share the yoke with Diana?” She asks lightly. It only stings a little. 

“C’mon, Scully.” 

“Anyway, marriage across nearly all cultures was traditionally the exchange of a woman as property from father to husband. It doesn’t have some primal, ancient spiritual significance. It was business.”

“Well,” he replies warmly, “I’ve got great news for you. It’s the year 2000.”

“We wouldn’t be able to continue our work.” With this, she sets her empty husk of garlic down and looks up, pins him with her Aegean eyes. 

Here was the big one, the colossal Moby-Dick truth of it lurking under the water, threatening to crest in a heave of spectacular violence and suck down the Pequod. He hits the puree button. The Galaxie screams to life, buying him some time. The slop whirls and liquefies, like a magic potion. 

The kitchen is very quiet when the blender jerks to a stop. 

“I know now what happened to Samantha,” he says. His voice is softer than he intended. Like sharing a secret, like hiding from god. “Lately… lately it feels like the rest is… I dunno, recreational. I know you’ve got your goals with this work, too. I’m just thinking of what comes after.” 

Mulder reaches over to briefly cradle her wine-flushed cheek in his palm. She leans into him like a stray cat, fierce and purposeful in her affection. 

“And what if this is the thing that makes us?” She asks. “What if without this, without the X-Files, we lose ourselves? What if we become people that we are incapable of recognizing? What if nothing is important ever again? What if, what if, what if you don’t—” 

“Hey,” he interrupts, utterly humbled by her integrity, her allegiance, the wide, wet ocean view of her eyes. “Hey.” 

He fishes out a spoon from the drying rack and scoops up a mouthful of soup, floating it over to Scully with a hand cupped underneath it to catch any overflow. He tips the spoon against her lips, and she receives it like communion. 

“Nothing would ever make me stop loving you,” he promises. “Nothing.”

He bends down. He kisses her soundly. “Even garlic breath.”

-

Incrementum

[eerythingisshaka]

Ride

[Rio x Reader]

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“Alright, alright party people!  Coming to the stage now is your girl, Candiiii!”  

DJ Thundercat announces a dancer to the stage who sends the house into a frenzy.  Lights dance across her body giving you mere snapshots of what she had going on before the glowing red spotlight revealed her deviant frame. The deep tones of her skin  set a perfect backdrop for the light to catch.  Her smile looked like fangs as she snaked around the stage, eyeing the crowd through the hordes of money raining in front of her.  She shakes her Diana Ross-esque hair around to rev up the crowd even more.

You carry your drink tray back to the bar and lean back, enjoying the view.

“She’s  a fucking sight, ain’t she?”  The bartender, Jules says to you while popping open a can of Coke.

“Always.  I don’t know how she does it every single time…”  your voice trails as she climbs the pole, leaning back into a move called the Eye Opener.  A guy in the front row looks like he wants to eat his chair, he’s so enraptured.

“Practice and passion is all it takes.  And when your money is up, a good doctor doesn’t hurt,”  Jules says before tapping your shoulder.  “You know a drop is going down tonight.”

“Really?”  you say with worry.  “Is it the same guy as before or someone else?”

“Someone new.  He may be working with the guy from before but since he got his job back as a cop he has to keep his nose a little cleaner.”

You snort.  “Yeah right.  So what is this guy's deal?”

Jules leans closer to you.  “So you know Aviator?  Last I heard, he is behind on some payments, plural!  How he is still breathing is anybody’s guess but some dude named Rio is coming in with his crew to set up a payment plan.”

“Well that’s nice...right?”  

Jules looks at you like you shat an egg.  “Are you kidding me?  That’s just code for curtains.  Sleeping with the fishes.  Giving him a Colombian necktie.  That’s why I’m telling you in case something big goes down.  Get your ass far away from the action as possible.”

You thank Jules as she sets a couple drinks on your tray for you to serve.  You adjust your red fishnet stocking rolling down your thigh and head over to table 8. 

“Thanks honey.”  One middle aged balding man says, holding out a $10 bill.

You smile nice and wide and take hold of the bill, but he won’t let go.

“Does this get me to see a little of what those cups are holding in honey?”  He palms your breast over your pleather cups before you could even clapback.  So instead you clapped the back of his shiny noggin.

With the $10 in your possession, you push in down your cleavage.  “If you like it rough, just ask.  But if you like it hard, try again.  If swallowing glass is your kink.”   His partner applauds, laughing at his friends mishap.

You briskly walk away, heart pounding in your chest.  You hate confrontation, but you refuse to be walked over in this business.  Certainly not by some cheap regular who tips to get his ass beat by women.  

You notice some figures entering in your peripheral.  The front is too dark to see but there are several heads standing by which you find odd.  

You find Jules for another drink order.  “Hey, do you recognize those guys?”

Jules squints at them as they come forward.  A stray light finds the face of one in the middle.

“Shit.  I think that’s him.  Rio.”  

You look over but Jules pinches you.  “Don’t call attention to yourself!  Be stealthy about it.”  She sets two more Cokes on your tray and shoos you away.  

You walk more carefully than you regularly do, nervous about the new guests.  You set the drinks down for the patrons who thank you and send you off.  When you turn around you almost bump into a figure.

“Shit, sorry,” you say before freezing in place.  This Latino dude with a neck tattoo peers at you like he was expecting you.  

“No, it’s no problem.  Excuse me will suffice.”  His voice sounds like when you strained your voice at a concert the previous night, raspy and low..  You wait a minute for him to laugh or smile to let you know he is joking but enough time passed to tell you that wasn’t the case.

“Well...excuse…”  You couldn’t bring yourself to the end of that phrase as you turned to walk away.  Is this fool joking?

“You didn’t take my drink order, Ms. Waitress,” he calls out to you.  Amazingly his low, gruff voice is very distinct over Megan thee Stallion playing in the background.

You walk up to him, looking him straight in his eyes.  You can’t lie that it is impressive how his eyes trained on your never wavered elsewhere.  Especially in a skin tight strapless one piece that hugged every curve like a straight jacket, how could he be so focused on a drink?

“Sure what can I get you?” you ask sharply.

“Don’t you need a pen and paper?”  He asks.

“I’ll remember it,”  you say with a slight slip of attitude.

His smile somehow does not break his stone glare.  It actually warms his features like a hearth in the dead of winter.  He must’ve been adorable as a child, you thought.  That smile would make anyone spoil him.

“I’ll make it easy for you then.   Get me and partners some top shelf whiskey, straight.  Matter of fact, bring the bottle and some shot glasses.”  

“We don’t serve alcohol, only Coke products.  Where will you be sitting?”  you ask, mouth turning dry.

He walks beside you, stopping just inches from your ear.  “Bring it to VIP.”

You let out a heavy breath when his crew deserts you and head for Jules at the bar who is steaming.

“What did I say?”  she hisses.

“I know!  But he walked up on me!  Look, he asked for alcohol.  A bottle of whiskey for shots.  What the hell do I do?”

Jules reaches under the counter, pulling out a brand new bottle of Johnny Walker and some clean shot glasses.

“For VIP we do, we just don’t advertise.  And he is as VIP as it gets.  Don’t do anything stupid.  Girls have come out of their having done shit they couldn’t even talk to God about.”

Your heart dips at the thought of what could happen and your usually steady hands tremble under the weight of the bottle and glasses balancing on your tray.  The velvet rope in front of the heavy curtains that lead to VIP is unlatched by a bodyguard who doesn’t even look at you: stoic as the Queen’s royal guard.you push open the curtain and see Rio sitting on the purple lounge couch, legs spread and posture relaxed.  Everyone is quiet.

He looks at you, and only you.  “There she is.  Thanks for pulling this favor for me Ms. Waitress.”  

He motions you over to him and you obey, laying the tray down on the glass table in front of him.

“Would you mind pouring it for me?  My wrist ain’t what it used to be and that bottle is pretty heavy,” he says, rubbing it for emphasis.

He doesn’t come off as weak in any sense of the word, but you oblige his request.  You give him a small smile and crack open the seal, filling the room with the glug of the bottle filling five shot glasses.

“You accept tips, right?”  He asks, reaching into his pocket to pull out a roll of bills.

You stand there with your hands folded in front of you trying not to stare.  “Well, if it’s offered.”

He nods slowly pulling a couple hundreds off.  “I’ll give you this if you take these shots with me.”

He lays down the money on the tray and looks up at you waiting.  You stutter anxiously.

“I-I thought you and-and your crew were drinking?”  

“If we were, we would.  But I like to keep them sober on the clock, so I figured we could indulge.”  He picks up a glass of the brown liquor.  “Sit down for me.”

You do so hesitantly, keeping mind to leave space between you and him.  He picks up a glass and hands it to you.

“I...don’t hold my liquor well,”  you confess.

“I don’t mind.”  He lifts the glass to his lips, knocking his head back swiftly and firmly sets the emptied shot on the table.

“Do I have a choice here?  We are shorthanded out there,” you lied, trying to see if any mercy was in his heart but he just stares.  You can see his jaw tighten over your resistance, fist balling on the couch.  Could he tell this wasn’t truthful?  Whatever it took to get out of there, you had to do.  The alcohol rushes down your throat a little too fast and although it was smooth, your windpipe just doesn’t agree with liquid going in it.  You go into a mad coughing fit and slam the glass down.  

“Shit, you aren’t good with alcohol for real,”  Rio smiles again, making you relax a bit that he is satisfied.

Rio bobs his head to the music bumping faintly in the background.  “You like this song?”

You shrug.  “It’s cool.”

“You can dance if you want to.  I don’t mind,” Rio leans back to wait for your answer.  You think back to Jules and what Rio can do to people who offends him, but you decide to test something out.

“That’s gotta be an extra $300 on top of that.”  You point at the money, anticipating his reaction.  

Rio smirks.  “$200 for a dance and $300 is you take another shot with me.”

You didn’t hesitate for the drink now, picking it up confidently and holding it up to him for a toast.  He takes his, knocking it against yours with a strong tink.  You down the shot this time without mishap and get ready to move.  

You stand up with your legs widened, letting your hips sway in front of him for a good ass tease, looking back to check on him checking you.  He still only looks at your face.

“You know this outfit isn’t for modesty,”  you say turning to dip low in a squat while holding onto his knees, sliding your hands up his thighs.

He looks cool as ever with a half naked woman climbing on top of his lap.  “I get the most out of someone when they look me straight in my eyes.”

You straddle his lap, feeling his chest, gripping his shoulders.  You work your hips on him slowly.

“Shows honesty.  I like that.”  You play with his ear, feeling his muscle twinge from being ticklish there. 

He shrugs.  “Honest or not, I can tell when I’m being lied to.  Like if someone is trying to screw me or screw with me.”  His arms rest on the back of the couch instead of on your body, making you feel cold and awkward.

“Is that why you’re here?  To meet a dishonest man.”  You whisper in his ear, which must be his thing as you feel some extra friction beneath you rising.  

Rio ignores you.  “You got one more shot left for the $500.”

You shake your head.  “You can have it.  You can touch me too, you know.  Perks of VIP.”  You slide your hand down his bicep to pull his arm around you but he pulls back.

“Take the shot.”  He says firmly.  You stop your dance, reaching for the glass and tipping it back.  You set it down haphazardly with a clatter, running our hands down his chest again.  You weren’t at all phased by his tone, if anything it excites you, makes you clench a little.  The heaviness of intoxication is setting in and you feel loose staring into his eyes.  Your fingers graze his beard, his neck, summoning you to his cologne, maybe he will let you taste him there...

“Rio!  Enjoying the sights I see!”

The new voice snaps you out of your mode as you fly off his lap to the side of him.

“Aviator.  Nice of you to fly in.”  Rio says.  He looks at you and motions his finger for you to come closer.  You do a mscooch, however your leg pulled over his lap is an added touch you don’t expect.

Aviator guffaws.  “Good one!  I was gonna offer you a drink but I see you got one so no need.  On the house, of course.”

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?  I haven’t seen you since November,”  Rio says, massaging your leg lightly, like you’re his pet.

“Well the business is slower in the cold months so hey what can you do.”

“The weather?  You think that’s an excuse here?  Do you even own one of them anorak jackets or something?”  Rio asks you as you shake your head no instantly.  You can feel his anger mounting on your leg as his fingers dig deeper in your skin.

“Still, it’s holidays and shit.  Look we can talk about this, but let’s lose the audience, ok?  Send your guys back and let the girl work.”

“She is working, very well might I add.  So you must think I’m dumb.”

Aviator pauses, looking around the room.  “I said we can talk about this privately.  I have a plan.  You, go bus some tables.”

“Get my money Aviator.  You’re overdue.”  He looked bored by this back and forth and ready to end it.  Your body temperature drops when he looks like this.  

Aviator stood there aghast.  “You’re new here, so let me tell you something.  You’re not going to embarrass me like this in front of my employees.  Get your ass up!”  Aviator grabs you by the arm harshly, you twist your ankle trying to keep up, falling to your knees.

You hear the sound of a gun cock as your ankle throbs 

“Aviator, you embarrassed yourself by not paying me.  You’re not the first nor will you be the last owner here so take a guess on what you’re about to do.”

You look up to see Aviator’s hands up and a Glock to his chest.  

“Help Ms. Waitress here up and take her to my car so we can have that privacy you want.”

You try to get up yourself but Aviator already has you.  “Rio, I still have my shift.”

“Aviator’s got you covered, right Avi?”

Aviator curses under his breath before agreeing out loud.  You limp with him out to the Escalade waiting in the alley.  You get in without saying a word as you watch Aviator walk back in, flanked by two of Rio’s goons.  You lean back, elevating your foot on an arm rest until Rio comes out.  When he gets in he tells the driver where to go, looking at you then your ankle. 

“We gotta put ice on that soon.”  Rio says nonchalantly, laying his arm behind your head.. 

“What happened to Aviator?”  You ask quietly.

Rio looks you over.  “You don’t have to worry about that.  Not your problem”

You stare at the city passing you all by, getting dizzy from the motion and drinks earlier, you see Rio once more looking at your body.  

“You have my $500?”  You ask earnestly.  “I didn’t pick it up back there.”

Rio smirks, looking out his window.  “This courtesy ride is nice, right?”

“I didn’t tell you where I lived.”

“Do you wanna go home?”  He asks, piercing his gaze into you.  They feel like they are daring you to say yes, go away, danger ahead and reroute.

“No.  Is it because I didn’t finish the dance?  Cuz that wasn’t my fault.”

“Oh yeah, about that.  I was offering you an exit there.  Go out on the floor, do what you gotta do but the lap dance was very nice.”

You laugh out loud.  “What?!  You didn’t tell me to stop!  What’s wrong with you, so I did that for nothing?”

Rio licks his lips examining you.  “Not for nothing.  You’re wilder than I thought, and I don’t think that’s the whiskey.”

You cross your arms in a huff.  “I wanted the money.  And of course you never acted against it so…”

Rio wags a finger at you.  “I appreciate that.  Going for what you want.  You got a business head on you.  I like that.”

The ride grows quiet as you survey this man.  He acts like an OG despite his age, running a tight operation with his goons.  Even in this car not knowing where you are going after he pulls a gun on your boss, you feel safe with him beside you.  But you had to know what made him tick.

You pull yourself on top of him, kissing him needily, tearing at his neck for his shirt button.

Rio talks through your kisses, gripping your curls in his hands.  “Is this what whiskey does to you?”

You lean back, opening his shirt.  “I want my money.  And if I have to teach you to give it to me, I will.”

Rio’s hands feel across your back and ass and you shiver at the sensation.  “I admit, I am a little hardheaded.”

“I’m very very strong willed”  You lock onto his mouth once more, tasting the liquor you both shared, running your hands along the front of his pants to find the zipper.  It felt so right as his hands guided your hips along his lap, pushing you on your back across the seat.

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The next morning you wake up in a sea of blankets and pillows, head throbbing as you stare at the late morning sun.

“You get some rest, Ms. Waitress?”  Rio stands at the doorway of the bedroom with his hands in his pockets.

You try to sit up but your head won’t stop rolling.  “God I feel awful.”

“You look it too.”  Rio says, walking up to your side of the bed.  “Wore me out last night.”

You keep the sheets close to your naked chest with regret.  “I can’t believe this.  Did we…”

Rio pauses a little too long before saying,  “Nah, you complained you were dizzy and puked all over my backseat.  Taking your clothes was just part of the clean up.  Had to dock that from your pay unfortunately but got some daytime looks over there if you need.”  Rio points to a tshirt and sweats laying on a chair.

You weren’t about to argue with a gangster over money in his own house, especially if you fucked up his car.  “Thanks, I’ll get ready to go immediately.”

“Ah don’t sweat it.  Oh, and your cut is in the sweatpants pocket.  Hope you get something nice with it.”  

“Wait, did you...kill him?”

He cocks his head to the side.  “Who?” Walking towards the door he says one more thing.  “And, I would keep in touch if I were you.  There’s more where that came from if you’re willing to go after what you want full time.  I’ll see you around.”

When Rio leaves, you get up to put on the shirt and pants, reaching into the pocket.  Magically your $500 became $5,000.  You let out some choice curse words as you thumbed through the bills, thinking back on last night.  Being on your best behavior never paid this good.  And Rio piqued your curiosity enough to see what being bad felt like.

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father!Connor x Reincarnated! Modern reader!

Burning and calling out for your dad that's the last thing you remembered when the ceiling collapsed and the flames consumed you, next thing you knew you were freezing your eyes looked around wildly as you took in the surrounding area, this wasn't the streets of [city/town], it was night time and you were in a forest?... and it was winter now? Not not possible it was July, you were sure of it! 

*How did I get here?!*

You wondered as you tried to stand but couldn't move you looked to see what was restraining you. and felt your stomach curdled when you saw that you were swaddled in a soot covered blanket next to body of a woman who had her limp arms wrapped securely around your now tiny body, her dead eyes stained with frozen tears as they stared blankly at you it didn't take long for you to register that you were now in the body of a newborn and were very sure this woman is...was your mother.

Struggling between fear and confusion you did the only thing a baby could do in this situation wail at the top of your lungs and hope someone finds you, before a wolf or bear comes around.

Connor's pov 

He was returning to the homestead from Boston after ordering some upgrades and repairs for the Aquila, it was getting colder as the night settled snow crunched under the hooves as they trotted down the road home, when the assassin's nose caught a whiff of smoke in the air, he assumed some hunters had made camp somewhere and kept on route when his ears caught a high pitch scream in the distance, at first he thought it was a fox, rabbit or maybe a cougar? But something didn't feel right about it.

Connor's gut felt twisted as he brought the horse to a stop got off and strained his ears to hear through the wind before pinpointing where the scream was coming from and followed it, the screaming slowly turned into a the wails of a baby, causing the hairs on the back of Connor's stand on end as he quickened his pace to the location. 

There the assassin was met by a sickening sight as his eyes wildly swept over the remains of still smoldering cabin, he felt bile bubbling up in his throat as the smell of smoke and burning flesh invaded his nose triggering visions of his mother's death as his gaze soon landed on the snow covered body of a woman holding onto a screaming infant. 

He stared down at the pair he locked eyes with little one soon Connor eyes started burned with tears as a rogue sob escaped his throat he crouched down and hesitated before his shaking hands gently took the baby from their mother's body, he held the baby close trying to keep them warm as he managed to calmed down investigated the surrounding area, where it became very obvious that the fire was no accident.

Connor eyes noticed a mark on what was left of the walls he ran finger along it felt oily; Bear grease. the fire had started here after someone dumped bear grease around the cabin and lit aflame with the woman and child still inside, the mother's body had marks and what looked like rope stuck to her burns, the fire must've burned through the bindings and she used what all the strength left in her to get her baby out.

Someone wanted them dead, but why? there were footprints leading away from the site; Connor would've followed them, but his concerned gaze went back to the baby who was oddly quiet now and was alarmed at how cold their cheeks felt. The assassin made the wise decision to return to the homestead.

Achilles was not pleased when Connor returned late but his frustration soon turned to confusion and shock when he saw what his student was carrying a baby, his shock was replaced by fear when he noted how blue the child was looking he brought a hand up and felt the their cheek the old man retracted his hand. 

"Give me that child, and go take of your robes and shirt sit near the fire" Connor gave Achilles a incredulous look. "Do it" the old man barked before snapping a Faulkner to wake up and go get Dr. Lyle the sailor was confused until he saw the situation sobered up and ran out of the manor like a bat out of hell,

Connor was sitting in front of the fire place as he watched Achilles take the wet blankets and dress off the baby which turned out to be a girl, and handed the unresponsive child to native man as his mentor showed him how to hold her. a the old draped a blanket over them as they waited those few minutes that passed felt like hours.

 Achilles mumbled to himself wondering what was keeping the doctor, Connor while kept nervously starring at the baby she wasn't as blue looking anymore, but she was still unresponsive it was unnerving, finally the door open and Faulkner and a sleepy Lyle walked in the doctor was immediately on high alert when he saw the baby in Connor's arms.  

"Oh, my what happened?"

"Cabin fire she was the only one alive when I got there."

"Good job at keeping her warm, however she doesn't seem to be breathing too well... may i see her?"

"..."

Connor reluctantly handed the baby over, Lyle carefully held her over his knee and gave her back a few small slaps which caused the native man to jump out of his chair. "What are yo-" the baby suddenly threw up before letting out a wheeze followed a series of small coughs as air filled her lungs, her skin had a more healthier hue now before bursting out crying, doctor White wiped her mouth before handing her back to Connor.

"She was choking the poor thing! must of inhaled a lot of smoke... Your lucky you found her when you did." Connor just hummed as he tried to calm the baby down but failing, Achilles huffed and took her from the young assassin then snapped at him to put his shirt on as he rocked her, the baby instantly quietly down as Faulkner handed Achilles a blanket to cover the baby with. 

While Doctor White was instructing Connor to observe the baby overnight to make she was alright which caused a bit of a stir with both mentor and student. "W-Wait your not suggest that I take care of her?!" the young man sputtered as he awkwardly eyed the baby who seemed more alert now. 

"Well of course, who else?" Lyle hummed Connor started trying to make up excuses why he couldn’t do that! they don't have a cradle, clothes, how was he supposed to feed her? Achilles pointed at his son's old cradle that was stored under a table which also had some old baby clothes inside, and was sure Prudence wouldn't mind helping with the feeding problem, she's been complaining about making too much milk to the other women.  

Connor sighed pinching the bridge of his nose it was clear he wasn't going to win this, he then looked back at the baby who eyes were looking around the den tired and curious, She was small, alone and defenseless he felt his heart throb before sighing. "Alright, I will watch her and will send for help should something happen, thank you doctor." Lyle nodded bidding Connor and Achilles a good night.

[skip through Achilles showing Connor how to dress the baby and put her to bed.]

back to your pov

*What happened?* you thought waking up fully and looking around the room; happy that you were dry and warm, but but exasperated about still being in the dark on where the hell where you were, your e/c eyes scanned the ceiling brows furrowed somehow this room was familiar; you've seen it before, but where? you sighed and struggled to move your head to get a better look around, but your neck refused to move. *damn newborn limbs!* you huffed frustrated as your tiny hand made a fist damming whoever thought it would be a good idea to bring you back as a baby!

The the sound of footsteps and voices talking got your attention. "She's in the library, and didn't make a sound all night." a worried male voice stated, Odd you could've sworn you've heard that voice before, But damn if you can't remember where! the male's voice was followed by a reassuring female voice. "Babies can differ from one and another, I sure she's just fine." Goddamn you knew that voice too! *Just where the hell am I?* you babbled loud and annoyed as the voices were now in the room with you.

"See? she's chatting up a storm now!" the woman's voice exclaimed as a large shadowy figure came into your sight, You felt kind of scared at first at the man's imposing figure before he leaned in giving you a better look at his face ,you jaw dropped in a form of a toothless grimace when you realized who it was. *Holy Shit It's Connor Kenway,* then the second realization *Holy shit I'm in a video game!* of course the only thing that came out of your mouth was an nonsensical babble.

 the assassin hummed at the sound before he carefully took you out of the cradle and presented you to Prudence "Aw, look at you! hello pretty one.~" She cooed with big smile the second she saw you and took you from Connor. *why was she here?* you thought not seeing Connor leave as the farmer sat down in a chair you awkwardly watched the new mother [Hunter's two moths older than you.] lifted her shirt up presenting her breast to you *oh...okay." You probably would've fussed or resisted but your empty stomach gurgled leaving you no choice but to got to town.

[Skip, after feeding time, and 3rd pov]

Prudence was soon joined by Diana and Catherine who were cooing and coddling at the two babies sitting on the couch next to each other as Warren had dropped Hunter off fawned over you too before returning to work, said boy looked down right confused to see another baby for the first time, while You were having an existential crisis about your current situation which the women giggled at as they talked about you two becoming friends, sharing clothes, toys, extra blankets they had for You, however their meeting was soon interrupted by Connor arguing with Achilles. 

"My answer is no, she can't stay here!"

"Funny you didn't have a problem about it last night, old man!"

"Don't be a hypocritical and That was an emergency!"

"Well, this is an emergency as well, someone wants that child dead and I intend to find out who! So until then she stays!" 

Connor's decision as final causing Achilles let an annoyed bellow before seemingly leaving the manor to cool off, there was an a tense silence filled the air as Connor's foot steps came upstairs and he appeared in the library doorway and awkwardly stared at the women who starring stunned at the native man.

 "Ah, I apologize you all had to hear that." he coughed before looking at you and Hunter sitting on the couch you were being propped up by pillow while Hunter was on his belly starring than up at Connor confused while his mom and the women found their voices mainly questions as to how exactly did you come into Connor's care?

If reader is of native decent:

[At First they thought you were his child as it appeared you were a native as well, your skin had a similar maroon tone like his, but at a second glance it seemed getting a bit lighter/darker than his, also you shared no facial features that resembled Connor's what so ever, your hair looked black, but they could see it was falling out and patches of [Blond,Ginger,Brown.] hair was growing back in it's place, and it's type was turning out more [Wiry,Coarse,Curly,Wavy.] then Connor's and you're eyes were [Blue,grey,amber,green,hazel,brown] it became increasingly obvious that you were half or at least have some native in your bloodline.]

English,Hispanic Italian,Asian,African. descent:

It was obvious you weren't his child as your skin was too/had [fair, bronze, marigold, or chestnut ] tones to it and your eyes were [blue/green/gray, black, hazel] and your hair was looking too curly/wavy/straight [red/blond/brown/black hair, and your facial features showed a clear sign you were of [English,Hispanic Italian,Asian,African.] descent... that and the fact Connor would've told at least told one person in town (Norris) that he was seeing someone and was going to be a father, the native man answered as truthfully as he could.

The women's maternal instinct were now on high alert and stated if he was going to be this baby's guardian he was going to need help and started giving Connor child rearing advice and teaching him how to change her nappies, and assured him that they watched her if he had to go on another exposition, Connor thanked them before Diana realize they didn't know what the wee one's name was.

Connor looked down at you for a few moments thinking hard before a ghost of a smile played on his lips. "Y/n. Her name is Y/n." all the women cooed and started greeted you by name, meanwhile  you were reeling in annoyance. "Seriously? " you huffed blowing a raspberry at Connor who blinked before wiped up the drool dribbling down your chin as a result.

*I get reincarnated and you give the same name I've always had, you couldn't think of something cooler?* your e/c eyes glared daggers at hoping he'd hear you; of course he couldn't hear you or your complaints, guess you'll just have to have to live with it, what could go wrong?   

[slashy-ashy]

I think I like Dick so much because I just like vibe with him because I vibe a lot with my older sis, so it’s like she’ll be unapologetically her and I’ll be like “wow thats my oldest sib 🤩” and then I’ll relay what she did and like imagine what if Dick did this or said that🧐 so this is all to say that Dick has picked up roller skating and you can’t tell me that back in the day Dick wouldn’t be hitting the rinks up and it helps that now there’s this resurgence of people going roller skating or blading so this is what has been in my head for a literal year now, Dick Grayson with his own personalized roller skates, but like at first he has some regular ole skates that he just takes to the rink with him but on his birthday Tim’s like “I noticed you’ve been skating a lot so I thought that you’ll love these” and just hands Dick these absolutely beautiful red,green, and gold or some blue,black and gold skates I don’t know I’m leaning towards the blue, but Tim made sure to wrap them up in like this wrapping paper covered in chirping cartoon robins which gets a laugh out of Dick, so after Dick tears off the paper he sees this unassuming box and he starts thinking “oh no, please don’t let this be a prank” and so he flips the lid but the object is covered in some thin paper so he just bites the bullet and rips the paper off. He looks down at the skates and up at Tim, before again looking down at the skates again. Now the rest of the family don’t know what he has right now because Tim made sure to be secretive about his gift, so they’re all thinking some variation of “oh, is this a prank? Is it a good one or a bad one?” But Tim already had his phone out recording so he can see how Dick is unconsciously widening his eyes and how his hands are shaking a bit, so this goes on for three seconds before Tim asks him with a smile in his voice “so...you like them?”

And Dick SHRIEKS and he covers his face with his hands while squirming in his seat, because the minute he got to his apartment he was ‘kidnapped’ by Robin and Black Bat and was taken back to the manor where they forced a birthday hat onto him and sat him at the head of the table and they hadn’t let him get up before singing happy birthday and handing him his gifts, so Dicks like in almost hysterics and screams “I LOVE them!!” Before pulling out the skates and so everybody follows suit and starts feeding off the positive vibes and giving them out, and Dukes like “ aye, I bet you can’t wait to take’em out for a spin” and Dick, still grinning from ear to ear is like “yes I want to go to the rink right NOW” but Tim is like “you still have to open all these other gifts!” And Dick is like yeah your right so he puts the skates right beside him and he’s so happy that when the doorbell rings that surprises them because it was supposed to be only them so who could that be? But Alfred already knows who it is, so he opens the door and in comes Jason looking all cool in his leather jacket and what not so he goes into the dining room along with his family and gives Dick a hug, and Dick’s confused but he welcomes the hug anyway, so when this hug goes on for a while Dick’s confused and asks if Jason’s okay but he just pulls away and says surprise and moves out the way, and Dick’s scream was so LOUD but short too, because in comes Donna, Wally, Roy, Garth, Gar, Vic, Kori, Rachel, even Joey and is that...? Clark, Lois, and Diana!? Oh! And they brought Jon and Konner. And Dick justs sits dumb founded for a minute before covering his mouth, “you said you weren’t be able to make it!” He says shrilly, Roy shrugs a shoulder “ I said that MAYBE I won’t make it, and besides like I need an excuse to come see you” and goes up to hug him and Dick most noticeably has tears in his eyes when he looks at the others, and Roy looks at him with both his eyebrows raises “are you crying right now!?” He asks incredulously, “well what do you expect he OBVIOUSLY wanted me to hug him, now move you didn’t do it right” Roy was then hip checked by Wally and Dick couldn’t help but not laugh at how offended Roy looked, “but seriously dry those tears the fun has barely begun!”

He said before drying Dick’s face, “did you really push me out the way West?” “I told you before and I’ll say it again Harper, he wanted me to hug him, seeing that ugly mug of yours frightened him” he said condescendingly before he went to hug Dick and putting a big show of patting his back and rubbing his hair, even had the gall to add in a couple “there there’s” while he was at it. Dick smiled and pushed Wally off of him “ but really what are you doing here? I thought you guys had plans for tonight” Donna came and pushed Wally out of the way and got an offended “hey” from her actions and a couple chuckles out of Roy “we do” she said pressing a kiss to the crown of Dicks head “ and those plans include taking you out to the rink” and Dick gasped “really?!” “Yeah dude, we called around and did you know that apparently out there is a skating dimension? I mean really, entities love creating dimensions for fun” Wally said, a slice of cake in hand “ so whenever you’re ready you can come take those new wheels out for a spin” and he gasped before diving for the skates beside him “did you guys see them yet! Look at the colors and Tim even got more wheels! Thank you so much Timmy!” Tim laughed “ no problem I’m happy you like them!” He grinned “like them I love them, once I get through all these gifts we’re all going to the skating dimension no if’s ands or buts, I can’t wait to test these puppies out!” Dick said.

And so he open ups the rest of his gifts and they go to the skating dimension and he tears that place up, I mean the place defies the laws of gravity so like imagine that one ride at the fair/carnival that has you lean on the wall and the ride spins so fast that you can stand up perpendicular to the wall, I think it was called the tilt a whirl, or something like that? It looked like an space ship. So anyways Dick skating forwards, backwards, even takes one skate off to do a trick before putting his skate back on and is just living his best life with his friends and family, and it’s even better if he puts on a outfit that closely or is radiating the disco aesthetic, and one thing I love about Dick is out of the many hairstyles and lengths of hair that he rocked you could just pick and chose a style and length so I imagine him with his longer hairstyle and say what you want but I have seen mullets make a comeback so he can either have a mullet or he’s rocking his natural hair which I imagine to either be 2/3 a type of curl pattern. Haaa it feels good to finally get this all down 😌

[bigmafluff]

Unreal Love Story “Henry Cavill” chapters 1-3

Sequel To My Story “Tom Hiddleston”

Summery

“ Tom Dear ! She is gone!” His mother says when her son barges thru her front door. Diana Hands a sobbing Charlie to His Stunned father Leading  them into the house to a computer sitting @ her kitchen table with a flash drive in it.    Just as Tom is about to say something . His Mom hush's them both and starts the video.   I start with calming Charlie through the computer.  “ Hello Little one . I'm am sorry I have to leave you so. But You are a strong young man . Sometimes even stronger than your father at times. Just know that I love you dear one and will always be your special friend . Now dry those tears and Go see Nanna . So Your dad and I can talk.” I said to Charlie thru the computer. Tom Knew after that our relationship was over maybe had been over for a while.

Chapter 1 

Numbness,& NASCAR

I couldn't Stay in London. It hurt too much all I saw was pain. I couldn't go home yet still felt like I failed myself some how so home wouldn't work. So I numbed myself out in Cali.   I did what I swore I wouldn't. I went full Party Girl. Between the parties ,clubs, Bars I was wasted most of the time.  But I knew that being In Love Like this before then Losing love has it's down side . Tom and I had been it for 3 years. But towards the end I was more His son's nanny than his girlfriend . Most of his friends warned me this was one sided . He never got over Sophia Di Marino ,Charlie's Mom. The split was Mutual. I'm Not mad to be truthful. Annoyed really that I let it go on this long ..

So California I went , to numb the hurt. I don't give a rat's ass what they say about better to have Loved crap ! It still hurt's dammit!  So Party Shannon I became. I still wrote my stories without impairment. By day I was the mildly hungover writer coffee in hand . Luca was still Daydreaming so I was still writing. But @ night Let's just say in the great words of Bill & Ted .” Party on Dudes” So I did. Shaking my ass Beer in hand in a club in south beach !  Rockin' out to Pink. I am vaguely aware I am Jamming with a rather large Englishmen Go Figure ! He has a familiar tone I can't place ,frankly all I see is curls ,beard & muscle , Cause I'm too drunk and don't care but he was hot and can grind Like no other. But even though I was no lady ,he was a gentleman And at the end of the night I was in my Hotel room clothes and dignity intact.

Woke the next morning with another hangover that I never use to get when I was younger. They still Suck! UGH! I'm about to start typing when I get a feed from TMZ. “TWH PROPOSES TO SDM!” I switch on my TV and sure enough The rock on her finger is massive and Charlie Looks so Happy .   The numbness lifts along with the pain . I can see the sun again so I finally pack my stuff .

But not for England . I head home. I decide I need time with my son . So Arkansas, Hot Springs that is.  Although when I get there I find out my son is in Florida . In Daytona Beach. At the Racetrack!  My nephew Christian and his wife Kiki took Lucas to a NASCAR race and Somehow Lucas Landed a job as head mechanic for Carlos Contreras's race team. Shocked as I was,  I get on a flight to Florida it is a good shocked but WOW.  I got a Hotel room and then went to the track . Took me a little convincing to get in  . Security walked me to the Pit where I found my baby boy covered in grease. Under a car . When Lucas jumped up and hugged me they left us alone . test moment's in a parent's life is seeing your child seceded at something he loves. This was Lucas's dream !Like writing is for me. It was his turn. Lucas Introduced me to Carlos with sparkles in his eyes . Carlos seemed to Like what My  Son does. Even tells me that Because of my Boy, Carlos has won 8 races. How more proud can I get I am in tears.  While I was here I went to a few races and Lucas and I raided the theme parks. Then one night Lucas had a grown up moment and told me I had to go back to the U.K.. He said I write my best stuff there and I need to make peace with Myself. How did my Autistic Son get so smart. Then he tells me. He is a big Guy now and He didn't need his Mom to hover.

Chapter 2

Something New

So once I'm back in London. I dust off My flat that Luke made sure I got despite me moving in with Tom. Besides writing, a few friend's gave me the intro to the London night life and I found a outlet to unwind . But I didn't drown myself like in Cali. But I still maintained my Party Mama status. Also I am exercising regularly, to compensate for the Night life . But I found that I have way's now that I am Back to make exercising fun. I do the Gym of course. But I also like rollerskating in Hyde or St. James park, when it's sunny. I found a Ice Skating rink that is 7 day's a week.  And there is a indoor pool at the Gym I go to. .

But I realized some things while I was home in the states. I can't ever forget where I came from . So I pay it forward to 4 special organizations for charity and I never write them off my taxes . I went back to church I actually found a Nazarene church in the U.K. Honestly Church is what keeps me semi sober in the clubs on Friday and Saturday. No hangovers in Gods house .So I have been busy. By maintaining the order of my life like I did way before when My soul purpose was being a MOM. God, Family Friends career is a new addition but not that high on the list.  

I found a way to keep myself going .My heart has even healed to a point and I am actually making good friends with “ The Hiddleston “ I can't even comprehend The fact that Sophia took Tom's name . I didn't think her agent's would let her do that. Any how I Am officially Aunty Shannon to Charlie and he even still talks to Lucas and they talk cars regularly according to Tom. As for right now though I'm actually doing more than writing I am at The Harold Pinter theater in London as a Producer and assistant to Kenneth Branaugh the director of a play Based on one of my fan fiction stories .  It's a Vampire Love story with a family twist.  No Not Twilight no blood sucking fairies here. But what has me excited is the cast . Tom is in it along a whole bunch of my fave idol's Including Henry Cavill as the male lead. . OK! I fibbed Kenny doesn't need me the whole time so I am writing when I am not teaching Charlie Who is acting for the first time. Tom is One Proud Papa! I will tell you what. And Charlie Looks like he is having a wonderful time despite playing a Girl demon!

also I do have a little Mystery of my own I am trying to solve. Every morning when I get to work. Yes I'm getting paid for this production. I go to my seat and drink my coffee but I find a different colored long stem lily in the seat . I asked Tom. If Charlie was doing it and I even ask Ken. None said It was them. Both even offered to investigate with me . Saying they have a little experience because they played P.I.'s

I was actually flattered I had an admirer. I just hope I won't regret taking the Lily more seriously. Anyway The play is gearing up for opening night I called Lucas's aide Reed to Se if He will be able to be in London for my Play . Which If it does well it will head to the States and go on Broadway.  Now tell me if that ain't totally awesome. I.K.R.  We as far as my Book's are concerned Luca start's Middle School. So Social interaction and puberty mixes in with his amazing world which should make for a wild ride for our readers. My honorary nephew is even reading them which make's my heart sing  Oh! So I don't leave it out my lily was Aquamarine and silk today not real but it had a pink bow and it sparkled . He-he! Who ever this is knows I like things that sparkle. It makes me giddy.

Opening Night!!!!

My Lucas is here . Looking Just Like he did Prom Night When he took my god daughter to the prom. My boy is So handsome. Lucas has been working out so My lucas is Tall and Jacked thanks to His Buddy Phillip Hull. We get to ride in a Limo It will be Lucas's first time in one. Me! I'm In all Red  Long red hair with a touch of gray at the temple and proud of it. A Long Jessica rabbit dress that sparkles in the light. Red flat's I ain't that crazy . It's gonna be a long night and I am in my 50's   Heels are not in the program. I had red cloves and a red silk Shaw. I felt amazing and all my boy could say is Wow mama Look Pretty! LOL! I am also excited not only for the play but according to the Little note I got with My Red Rose that was sitting in my seat on the last day of practice. I get to meet my admirer tonight too

So Lucas and I are off Lucas is Like a school boy Looking around and he is also a little nervous. I can tell he Keeps Playing with his collar and tie. I made sure Luke had a pair of ear buds and his fave music in a MP3. And sunglasses to help with Lucas's experience. Plus so he doesn't have to deal with the red carpet stuff Reed is here so Lucas will be with me only for a few pictures then Reed  will take him inside while I deal with the popularity this sold out play has caused . New York here we come!!!!!!

  Lucas went inside as planned. And Luke is by my side in his place as my escort. Luke felt I shouldn't be alone. Because of the split and Tom's marriage. Even though Tom and I are cool talking about and he is even here with Taylor so I'm cool. I was having lot's of fun taking little interview's and pictures and such. Luke always said I was surprisingly  easy going in the lime light and it shows tonight. `Sophia , Ken and I had some fun with the photo people and Kissed Each side of Tom's cheeks while he was trying to pic up Kenneth, then we Bent down to Kiss Ken's cheeks when Tom dropped him on his butt ,our booties where purposely in the air.  Let's Just say we made Kenny's night! I was all in good fun  Tom told me that Charlie was inside with new Hot wheels car's to show Lucas cause they are NASCAR ones.

Finishing up the pictures and fixing to go inside I was about to give up hope on there being an admirer. When I went to take one last. Picture, Henry Cavill came to Join me in the picture and whispered in my ear to Look down, as he grabbed my waist for the picture . I did. And their was a pink Lily and a white rose in his hand tied in a pink bow. Let's Just say that pic had my mouth hanging open and Henry laughing as we went in to the theater.  Let the new dance begin.

Lois Lane never Got Superman this way Ha! 

Chapter 3

Don't jump! One moment @ a Time.

As far as the play went it was as major success. I couldn't pay attention at all . I was staring at Henry the whole time In awe of all of this.As far as I was concerned it was like I had never tasted this before . I won't lie, it scares the shit out of me .  I was a ball of nerves the whole play . It was Thomas all over again. @ least that was what I thought. Until Henry asked if I would sign a book for is Nephews Daughter who has Down syndrome. I was politely surprised . He then introduced himself to my Son. Which Lucas can recognize any actor who has ever played a Superhero or villain . Henry was one of our faves. He asked if we wanted to grab a bite to eat . Lucas always could eat. Even in his 30's endless Belly! Can you see 3 adult's in fancy dress in Mc. Donald's. I Loved it Because Henry took the liberty to date Lucas first. To me that Mc. Donald's was 5 stars. The Limo dropped 2 very full and sleepy men at My son's Hotel.  I was sparkling in happiness. We pulled up in front of my flat but Henry wouldn't let me out yet. I think he wants to talk . So naturally I listened. 

fore I could even say anything He Quieted me and held my hand .  Baby Blues connected. Then he spoke. “ Shannon I know what you went through with Hiddleston. I grilled him after meeting you . Actually I'm kinda surprised he didn't rat me out. Story for another time. Now that you understand my intent. I want time. Time to know you. Also before you get nervous, will it help If I got permission from Lucas to date you and Charlie Hiddleston second's the permission. I'm normally a prideful Man But Shannon something inside Tell's me I am supposed to started something new with You. I want get to know you Date you proper. If anything let's see where it goes. Even if we don't connect more personally . We can at least catch a grind to a tune and groove like buddies”.

My breath hitch because I just realize that dude I was grinding with in California at that club. The English Dude. That was Henry!!!!! He notices my blush and Shakes his head showing me the bracelet. I smack his shoulder Laughing my Blush off. Then I told him I am willing to try and if all else fails Partying in New York won't get boring . Then he kissed my Palm and let me out . I gave him my # and told him to give me a call when he was ready to try. The Limo waited till I was Inside. But instead of Leaving The door opened and Henry came running up to me . Grabbed my waist, pulled me close and Kissed me.  We exploded!!!!

Hand in Hand at JFK airport Henry and I go straight to the Hotel .  No Not for that .  We came early so Henry  could as he says Court me proper. LOL!   There is nothing I'd rather do the then run all over NYC for the first time with Henry. I have jumped in fully no comparing to any other love . This is true Eros and I'm going with the flow. That was our agreement for each  other  the next morning after the Play. To Just Love & enjoy till the fluffy lady quits singing.

I exploded because of SuperMan!

{None of this story is real the pic are from Googles images !!!!!!!!!!!!}

[celestial-mari]

Raindrops

DickKory Valentine’s Day Weekend Day 2: Date Night

The life of a human on planet Earth is much different than that of a Tamaranean on Tamaran. There are similarities for sure. For instance, both humans and Tamaraneans enjoy various similar things, the warm sunlight on a cloudless day, the feeling of wind through their hair, and of course, time spent with those they love. Yet, before coming to Earth, Koriand’r had never heard of the idea of a date. On Tamaran, this type of planned romantic evening wasn’t really done. Tamaraneans preferred to live their lives based on chance, spontaneity, and passion. If they wanted to go out and have a nice time, it was always a spur in the moment decision. Yet, for Kory, as the humans say, when in Rome do as the Romans do. 

It wasn’t a particularly beautiful night on which Dick Grayson and his long-time girlfriend Koriand’r had planned to have a date night. The rain poured outside of the Titans Tower, droplets of water chasing each other down the giant glass windows of the comical, yet modernist structure. The sounds of the rain were peaceful, white noise among the otherwise quiet tower, with the occasional burst of bright light and booming thunder echoing throughout the tranquil space. 

Kory had been ready for their date for quite some time now, sitting in a chair by windows in the living room of the tower. Since it was a Saturday night, the others were all out and about. Raven was exploring the dimensions around Azarath, looking for something as a favor to the Justice League. Victor and Gar were at a Doom Patrol party being thrown at the Dayton Mansion. Truthfully, Gar was the only one invited, but he dragged Vic with him so he wouldn’t get in another argument with his adopted father. Donna, on the other hand, was on a mission with Diana and Cassie, which had gone on for quite a couple days now. Either way, this meant that the tower was feeling lonelier than usual, especially the the sound of dripping rain. 

Pulling her gaze away from the racing rain droplets on the windows, Kory stood up from her chair, letting herself float slightly off the ground, the tips of her black high-heeled shoes just barely grazing the tower’s tiled floors. She was used to Dick being late for things, as that came with the territory of being a superhero. He probably got caught up with on his way home from Gotham. She knew he could take care of himself, but a part of her still worried, understanding just how dangerous this type of life could be. 

The sounds of the rain led her up towards the roof. On Tamaran, it rarely rained, and when it did, it was always just enough to make sure the thriving plant life had enough to drink. Humans usually disliked it, blaming a mere thunderstorm for cancelled plans or other troubles. Yet, Kory was calmed by it. Something that is virtually impossible for a Tamaranean, a race that thrives on fiery passion. 

She was almost to the roof when her phone buzzed, a familiar image of the man she loved with a boyish grin on his face shining from the screen. A humored smile flew onto her face as she answered the phone.

“Where are you?” Dick’s voice on the other end was apologetic but playful.

“I do not know, where are you?” Kory chimed with a laugh. “You are late.”

Dick’s voice laughed in earnest through the phone line, “I’m downstairs.”

By then, Kory had reached the door to the roof. Had anyone been with her at the time, they’d probably warn her not to go outside. Something about her sheer, white jumpsuit getting wet in the rain, or her extremely long tendrils of red hair never becoming dry again. She opened the door and stepped outside, the cool water sprinkling her face. 

“I am on the roof.” she replied giddily.

“Oh my god,” Dick muttered. Kory knew he was shaking his head. “I’ll be right up.”

The rain was starting to pour harder, if that was even possible. The sheer fabric of her outfit sticking to her golden skin. On Earth, it might be slightly scandalous, but on a Tamaran no one ever batted an eye so why should she. For some reason, she wanted nothing more than to feel the rain on her skin, to see the beauty of the world outside of the Titans tower. Earth could be so beautiful at night, with billions of stars sparkling in the sky. 

It was then that she heard the clutter of a grappling hook, followed by various grunts of effort, and finally a soaking wet Dick Grayson climbing up to the roof in a fancy, navy blue suit. Dick proceeded to jump to his feet, standing on the other end of the tower. His dark hair was a mess due to the climb he just finished and the pouring rain. Moving towards her, he ran a hand through his hair trying to tidy it.

“Why do you always have to make things so difficult?” he quipped, grinning like a school boy. His eyes ecstatic to see her in front of him, glowing with love and adoration.

Kory laughed, her feet lifting off the ground again in glee before stating, “you are the one who was late and then proceeded to climb up the tower instead of using the front door.” 

With a shake of his head, he started running towards her, careful not to slip on the wet ground, holding his arm over his head as though it would somehow protect him from the rain that had already soaked through all the layers of his outfit. When he reached Kory, he took her hands in his, admiring the way her golden skin shimmered in the rainy moonlight. 

“I was late.” He admitted, pressing a playful kiss to her hand, “I had to do my penance.”

“And that means climbing up the side of a skyscraper?” Kory retorted, pulling him into her arms by the hand he had taken hers in.

“For you?” he replied, resting his head just above her chest, the soaked fabric of her jumpsuit barely keeping them apart, “anything.”

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, admiring just how different they were. Dick’s blue eyes held mischief and humor but also a fierce darkness and pain that Kory knew well. On the other hand, Kory’s bright green Tamaranean eyes could sometimes be difficult for humans to read, but Dick knew them well, seeing every bit of love and cheerfulness they carried in that moment.

“What kept you?” Kory whispered, her tone much more serious, “I was worried.”

“I’m so sorry Kory.” Dick replied, pulling away from the embrace. “I got caught up.” He paused, reaching his hand into his pocket. “I stopped to get you some flowers on the way here, but I spotted a man trying to rob a nearby store and I had to take care of it.” 

He pulled a couple red rose petals out of his pocket, now soaking wet and mangled. Taking Kory’s hand once more, he gingerly placed them against her palm and wrapped her fingers around them. 

“Of course, Dick.” she said with an understanding smile. “You did what you had to.” She slipped the petals into her long tangled mess of wet hair. “At least some of the petals survived.”

She leaned down, and brushed a light kiss against his lips, just happy that he was here with her. After all, Dick Grayson was a good and honorable man, sometimes haunted, but always trying to do the right thing. She could never blame him for that. It was in his nature.

Dick smiled into the kiss while it lasted. The moon was over their heads, and by now the rain had slowed to a steady pitter-patter, the flames at the ends of Kory’s hair keeping them warm enough to be comfortable.

“I think the restaurant is closed by now.” Dick said. “Rain check?”

Kory nodded, but there was a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. Suddenly, she lifted Dick off the ground, bursting into the lightly raining sky. She held him close, and while Dick knew that she would never drop him, he couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline flowing through his veins.

He cried out her name, laughing giddily as the city around them became smaller and smaller, the little lights becoming as small as the stars. To him, Kory was stunning, the sheer soaked-through fabric of her outfit barely covering her skin at all, her hair engulfing the two of them as she flew, leaving a line of sparks behind her wherever she went. 

The two laughed together, touching the foggy dark rain clouds, before bursting through them, where suddenly, it wasn’t raining at all. The world was quiet again. No white noise, just the two of them above the clouds in the glowing light of the full moon.

Kory held Dick as close to her body as she could, making sure he could never slip from her fingers. She laced one hand around the back of his hand, intertwining her fingers in his hair, while the other hand held him securely by the waist. Up here, above the clouds they had all the time and space in the world. The troubles and challenges of daily life were nowhere to be found up here in the air.

“I hope this is a suitable alternative to date night.” Kory said with a chuckle, twirling them around in the air as though they were dancing.

“It might be even better than a normal date night.” Dick replied with a laugh.

The two of them paused, drinking in the moment, knowing in the back of their minds that it wouldn’t last forever. 

“I love you, Dick Grayson.” Kory whispered, touching her forehead to his.

Dick smiled wide, gently taking one of his rose petals from her hair and re-positioning it behind her ear, “I love you too, Koriand’r.”

[misscrazyfangirl321]

OC-Tober Day 30: Flight

OC: Flora Silverton

Fandom: Grimm

Pairings: Vague hints of Flora/Wu. But it’s super vague. 

Warnings: Intense scene? This fic really gets into the major plot of 6IT, and was also the fic that solidified my change of major villain. It was going to be the Jabberwocky. Now... Not so much. 

@oc-growth-and-development

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This is a dream. Some distant part of her brain knows this, even before she sees the Jabberwocky. 

It should terrify her, but somehow, she knows it isn’t here to hurt her. Besides, it doesn’t look anything like the hideous creature Sean’s mother described; it looks almost friendly, like a cartoon dragon that might start teaching her the alphabet at any given moment. 

“Why are you here?” She asks, and it tilts its head to the side, processing the question. 

“I want to help you,” it says finally, and its voice is ancient and lovely, a creature of great dignity and grace. “Come on.” 

It crouches down, and after a moment’s hesitation, she climbs onto its back. It’s only a dream, right? What’s the harm? 

As soon as she’s secured, it takes off, lifting her higher and higher into the air. She’s soaring, and she’s never felt so free. The worries of the world seem to fade away; it doesn’t matter that fairytales are real and her cousin has been brainwashed. It doesn’t matter that dead people are coming back to life and Wonderland itself is about to attack. All that matters is this moment, right here: The wind in her hair, and the life in her bones. 

“It’s marvelous, isn’t it?” The Jabberwocky asks, and she can only nod. 

“It is. But why-?”

“Because something is coming.” Its voice shifts, just slightly, but with it, so does the world. The ground beneath her turns to a raging battle, with flames and people scattered as far as the eye can see. She can hardly make out faces from this high up, but a few figures-Nick, Drew, Rosalee, Diana, and Juliette, to name a few-stand out, all battered and broken and dying. 

She gasps, shaking her head, and the Jabberwocky gives a huff. 

“This is coming,” the Jabberwocky vows, tone leaving no room for argument. Then, softening, it adds, “You can’t change it. But I can help you.” 

“Help me?” She can barely hear her own voice over the ringing in her ears. “Help me how?”

“Look.”

As she watches, Juliette rises to her feet. “Flora?” She shouts, looking around. Flora tries to call out to her, but her words are lost to the wind, and Juliette calls all the louder, “Flora?”

“She doesn’t have to die.” The Jabberwocky lets that hang for a long moment before continuing, “And neither do you. When I come-and I will-I can spare the two of you. Set you up somewhere far away, safe from all the wreckage. Your world will burn, but your cousin doesn’t have to.”

Realization dawns on Flora slowly, then all at once, and she stares in absolute horror. 

The Jabberwocky makes a sound that can only be described as a purr. “As an added bonus, I could always throw in…” It trails off, but Flora follows its gaze back to the ground. Now Drew is standing, smiling up at her like-like- 

No matter; none of this is real. In fact, she’s starting to think that even the Jabberwocky isn’t. After all, it isn’t supposed to have the mental capacity to talk, right? It’s pure beast. “You’re the Red Queen, aren’t you?” She demands, and the Jabberwocky-looking creature laughs. It’s a decidedly feminine laugh, and she knows she’s right even before the creature answers. 

“Ah, you’ve got me, I’m afraid. But I much prefer this form.” No longer does she sound like an ancient being. Now, her voice is rough and dry, cracked and cold. An angry queen, through and through. “That is the lovely thing about dreams, isn’t it? You can have whatever you want. Although soon, that will be my reality. If I were you, I’d accept my kind offer. All you have to do is walk away, and I will spare you, the Hexenbiest, and that silly little cop. Hm?” 

And she desperately wishes she weren’t tempted, but gosh, this has felt hopeless from the moment they started. If Juliette dies when Flora could have prevented it-or Drew, for that matter-how is she ever supposed to forgive herself?

“Why would you help me?” She asks, stalling for time.

The queen hums. “You and your cousin never asked for this life. You should never have been a part of it. You’re not Grimms. Neither of you were Wesen. Perhaps I could even return Juliette to a Kehrseite. Let the two of you live out the normal lives you always deserved. And I could cure Drew of that terrible curse.” 

Make Juliette not a Hexenbiest? Take away the thing that has caused so many people so much grief? And rescue Drew from whatever he becomes when he’s angry? Flora closes her eyes,, fighting against the racing of her mind. This isn’t right-it can’t be-but how on earth is she supposed to say no? 

“But why us? Hank isn’t a Grimm or a Wesen, either. Neither is Meisner.” 

“Meisner is a man with nothing to lose. He’s already died once rather than give up on his stubborn ideals; he’d never accept my offer.” The queen sighs. “And Hank will never leave his Wesen wife, or his Grimm best friend. But you? You understand what it means to do anything for family. You could save your family, child. Think about it.”

Child. She swallows hard, a horrible thought occurring to her. “What about Diana?” If that’s part of the deal-if she can protect that little girl from harm-how is she supposed to walk away? 

“Diana is, unfortunately, not something I can offer you. What she is, she is down to her bones, and she cannot be spared.” 

Something in her voice gives her pause. “You’re afraid of her,” she realizes, and the pieces start to fall into place. The queen isn’t making this offer out of the goodness of her heart; she’s trying to hurt Diana, to make her vulnerable. Because Diana can hurt her. 

“I beg your pardon?” The queen growls, looking back with Jabberwocky teeth bared. “I’m not afraid of her. I will squash her like a bug, and I’ll do the same to you unless you accept my generous offer.” 

Certainty settles inside Flora, along with a fierce fury. The woman tried to use her against Diana? Oh, she’s going to live to regret that. “You know what? Counter-offer: You wait. You stay in your freakish underground world for a few more centuries, until a completely different group of people has to deal with your stupid little schemes. Because if you come up here now? My friends are going to kill you.” Leaning forward just a little, she adds, “Diana will destroy you, and I’ll help her however I can. Are we clear?”

The creature’s eyes flash blood-red, and the queen replies, “Is that your final answer?”

“Yes-” Flora starts, but before she can say another word, the queen rolls, and Flora goes plummeting toward the earth. When she looks back up, the Jabberwocky form no longer resembles some cute little dragon; instead, it is every bit the nightmare Elizabeth told about, a mess of claw and scale and tooth that looks like it could tear her apart limb for limb. 

And this may just be a dream, but if she hits the ground, she still dies, so if she could wake up now, that would be great. (She tries very hard not to think of Diana, tears in her eyes, talking about the Bandersnatch that wouldn’t let her wake up. What if that same power is keeping her here now?)

“Wake up, wake up, wake up,” she shouts, again and again, but nothing happens, as the ground rushes closer and closer. 

She doesn’t want to die like this. Whether she survives the upcoming battle or not, she doesn’t want to be taken out by a nightmare before she can ever even pick up a sword (or a frying pan, as it were). 

She pinches herself, and it hurts, which isn’t fair; you’re not supposed to be able to feel pain in your dreams, right? But she still doesn’t wake, and her stomach drops. This is it, she realizes. This is how she’s going to die. This is-

When she jolts awake, it takes her a few seconds too long to realize that it isn’t from fear, but from the ringing of her phone. She blinks, grappling for the device, frowning when she notices the caller ID. 

“Sean?” She manages, as soon as she answers. 

His voice is thick with concern. “Are you alright? Diana woke me up. Kept insisting that I needed to call and check on you. Said something was wrong.”

It hits her all at once: that little girl saved her life. Tears bubble up in her eyes, and she clears her throat, replying softly. “I’m okay.” She’ll tell him everything tomorrow, but for now… “I was just having a really bad dream.” 

[elisaphoenix13]

Mainstream Barbeque

"Mama...up." Valerie says quietly as she reaches up toward Stephen and makes grabby hands at him.

"Just a minute cub."

The baby pouts but continues to cling to Stephen's leg as he sets up the table for the barbeque. It had been like this all day, and the more of the team that arrived, the more she stuck to the sorcerer and made it a little difficult to move around and help. She was comfortable with the team and trusted them, but the noise was still overwhelming for her and Stephen was safe and calming. He hoped she would be content to go to Natasha or Quill when they arrived but Valerie seemed intent on staying with Stephen today. Not even Tony was able to successfully pry her away. Maybe the two new teenagers made her nervous.

Stephen lifts a brow when the container of brownies he knew had been next to the plates suddenly disappears and pulls some plastic cups out of their packaging calmly.

"Put them back Thomas."

Said teen appears to his left with a small gust of wind to give away the fact that he had run over. "How did you know?"

"He's Mom. He knows everything." Bucky answers as he sets down the container of cookies he brought.

"Oh...I thought that was a joke."

Stephen huffs in amusement. "It started out that way...but then it stuck...and then Diana and Valerie kind of made it real."

He finally finishes setting up the table and bends down to pick up Valerie and place her on his hip, and then looks around. Peter, Cassie, Harley, and Diana were in their bathing suits giving Athena and Gerald baths, some of the men were either playing football or swimming in the lake (Clint was starting a trend of doing dangerous tricks off the tire swing and into the lake), and Laura was inside helping prep food. The Barton kids had been part of the lake shenanigans but looked to have joined in on giving the wolf and alpaca their baths.

Some further observation showed Wanda and Loki helping William practice his magic, and Thor and Quill were off in the distance sparri--

"No! Absolutely not!" Stephen shouts at the two gods as he sends a spell at them with a flick of his wrist to stop them.

"Quail was just going to show me how much he's improved with his powers!"

"It's Quill." The celestial corrects with some annoyance.

"Yes. That's what I said."

Stephen glares at them as he approaches them. "There will be no sparring between you two! Last time you sent out a shockwave and blew out every single one of the compound's windows! It had just finished being rebuilt too!"

"Pfft...it was one time--owowow!" Quill whines when Stephen grabs his ear.

"My husband had to pay for that!"

"He's a billionaire!"

"He's not going to be at the rate you break things! Find something else to do!" Stephen releases Quill and starts to walk away before calling over his shoulder. "That doesn't mean Scott either!"

"Well there goes my day." Quill grumbles.

Valerie rests her head on Stephen's shoulder and watches calmly as he walks around to check in on everyone. Even Carol, T'Challa, and Shuri had come to enjoy the barbeque, and Stephen takes the seat next to the king as they watch the rather rough football game. T'Challa looks over at Valerie and smiles at her softly, and the baby hides her face in Stephen's shoulder.

"The last time I was here, you only had Peter." He says and Stephen looks at him.

"That's right. You didn't come here with the rest of us after…"

"No. Now I see you have four children."

"Harley was adopted under similar circumstances to Peter, but Diana and Valerie are biologically both mine and Tony's thanks to magic."

"What about the other three? I met Clint's kids earlier but I'm not familiar with the others."

Stephen looks over at Cassie. "Cassie is Scott's...Quill parents her as well. The twins are William and Thomas. They're technically mine too but Wanda and Vision take care of them."

"Did you adopt them too?"

"No. Tony and I just have permanent guardianship over them."

"This really is a family." T'Challa mutters softly and Stephen looks back at him.

"Well I'm sure if you ask anyone, they'll all tell you that I parent everyone."

The king smirks. "Do you?"

"Well someone has to keep them all from doing stupid things."

T'Challa laughs and looks back to the football game and Stephen watches as Natasha and Carol occasionally flip the others onto their backs. Football was always played a little extremely, but as long as the right people were playing, Stephen didn't stop it. If there were any players that weren't enhanced or trained assassins (Nat was a force to deal with so Stephen never bothered to keep her away), the sorcerer would either tell the enhanced persons to take it easy or just have the others wait a little while so the enhanced could get it out of their system. The unenhanced were content to spend time in the lake for now.

Stephen looks over to the kids when he hears laughter, and sighs when he just manages to watch Athena shake the water from her body. Harley and Peter cover the wolf in towels and dry her as thoroughly as possible, and when they finish, the girls take over with the grooming. Athena actually liked the attention Cassie, Lila, and Diana were giving her, and stood very still so they could brush her down. The boys turned their attention to Gerald, and the alpaca barely paid the kids any kind as they gave him his bath. He just lazily munched on his hay as he was scrubbed down. Instead of towels being used though, Thomas ran over and used his speed to air dry Gerald. By the time his bath was finished, the girls had finished with Athena, and the wolf happily trotted over to Stephen to sit by him.

Loyal as ever.

"Athena pretty." Valerie mumbles against Stephen's shoulder as she reaches out to the wolf. Her tiny hand pets Athena gently and the baby smiles. "Soft, Mama."

"Is she?" Stephen humors his youngest by reaching down and petting his wolf as well. Valerie was right. It was like touching silk. The girls did a fantastic job grooming her.

"How do you have a wild creature so tame?" T'Challa asks from beside the sorcerer.

"Long story short, the kids and I were turned into wolves, Athena came across us and helped us, but when we were turned back, she wanted to come with us. She was by herself and I was able to use a spell to communicate what the rules were and what she would have to expect. Tony caved and let her come home with us, and Athena has yet to disappoint. She protects the kids and I only have to tell her who a friend is once. If I tell her to attack, she will...unless family is attacked first. That's the only time she won't wait for a command." Stephen explains.

"That's amazing." The king admits. "She acts like a pet."

"She is and isn't. She's a companion too. Although she does sleep at the foot of our bed." Stephen chuckles.

"How does Tony feel about it?"

"He doesn't care as long as she stays off the pillows."

Stephen then catches the king up with everything up to that point, and halfway through it, Tony announces that lunch is ready. The sorcerer got up so he could get Valerie's food, since kids got their food first, then the unenhanced, then the enhanced. He figured on getting both of their plates since going back a second time would be a waste of time and he wasn't enhanced, and let his daughter pick most of what she wanted. He had to persuade a little more vegetables on her plate, but it wasn't too big of a deal since Valerie enjoyed everything for the most part. As soon as they were finished, they sat down on one of the many laid out blankets, and Stephen made sure Valerie was all set before he started eating himself. Tony would take care of Diana, and Wanda would explain the process to the twins. Athena of course waited patiently until Stephen was situated before she joined him on the blankets and flopped onto her side next to him to doze.

"She won't bite me will she?" Stephen looks up when William speaks and smiles softly before turning his attention back to his food.

"No. She knows you're a friend. Everyone here is."

"... can I sit here?" The boy asks shyly and Stephen nods.

"Of course." When William sits down, the sorcerer glances over at him. "How are you and your brother adjusting?"

"It's...it takes some getting used to. We're not used to this kind of attention, but it's nice...and Wanda makes really good food."

"That's good."

"I don't get the ban on peppermint though." William brings up with confusion.

Stephen chuckles. "It makes Peter sick. A con of the spider bite. Just the smell itself drives him into his room. Last time I ate it, he avoided me like the plague for a full twenty-four hours. He can smell it on whoever ate it."

"Did he like peppermint before the bite?"

"Loved it."

"That sucks."

Lunch passed just like that. William asking questions about the Stark family (and in the background, Stephen noticed that Harley was at war with himself trying to figure out whether to join them or not. He didn't. He sat with Peter and Cooper with a defeated sigh). William asked Stephen about his magic and the girls' existence...and the sorcerer calmly answered each question. The teen was still learning after all.

William was then surprised when an alpaca decided to disturb the teen's personal bubble to steal the leftover apple slices on his plate. He shouted when Gerald bent down to Hoover the fruit and then actually held a hand over his heart to no doubt attempt to calm his pounding heart. Gerald was harmless, but he was pretty persistent about things he wanted. He had a bad habit of helping himself to people's fruits and vegetables and Stephen and Tony had been trying to kick the habit, but to no avail. Someone had to be sharing with the alpaca for their scolding to fall on deaf ears.

"Gerald! No! Get out of here you overgrown fuzzball." Tony shoos the animal away when he runs over, and huffs as the alpaca walks away with an annoyed grunt. "Sorry TinkerBell. Want me to get you some more fruit?"

William blinks and looks up at the engineer. "Wh-what did you call me?"

Stephen rolls his eyes. "Better get used to it. He gives everyone a nickname. Sometimes more than one."

"Your brother is Speedy Gonzalez." Tony informs the teen with a grin.

"That's... accurate." William sighs and drops his hand. "It's fine. I was done anyway. He did me a favor."

"Just push him away if it happens again. He's harmless." Stephen says as he gets up and Valerie follows him to throw their plates in the trash.

The cans were sitting behind the cabin and when the two were done tossing their garbage, Stephen looked around when he heard muttering. He raises an eyebrow and walks around the far corner to investigate and narrows his eyes when he finds Sam feeding Gerald some fruit from his own plate.

"You're the one teaching him this bad habit?!"

Sam jumps and looks up at him sheepishly. "Sorry Mama Bear."

"You in twouble." Valerie says quietly from her position at Stephen's leg.

"Stop feeding him from your plate and I won't make you clean his pen." Stephen compromises and the darker male nods quickly.

"He won't be getting anything from my plate anymore. Strictly treats I grab just for him."

"Thank you. He just gave William a heart attack."

"What? This guy?" Sam grins and pets the alpaca's neck. "He's--"

"Harmless. Yes. I told him."

"Mom!" Peter runs around the corner and nearly trips over his own feet as he stops. "Quill and Carol are about to spar."

"Absolutely not! She's on par with a god--all of you overgrown children are chipping away at my sanity…"

Sam smirks as Stephen picks up Valerie to stop the new attempt at a godly sparring session.

"Up for some ultimate frisbee in the mud?" Peter asks and Sam shrugs.

"Sure. Why not. I'll enjoy it while I can before Stephen finds out.

[scullysexual]

My Teacher Is Diana Fowley

Someone on ao3 asked for Diana Fowley to be Emily’s school teacher so here we are. 

ABIF Prompt | AU | 1980s | Emily AU |  A Baby Is Forever Universe | DianaFuckingFowley |

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The afternoon had turned into a disaster. Arthur wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep. The only thing he wanted to do was wail.

Scully was trying everything to calm him down; rocking him, bouncing him, putting him down, picking him up. Nothing seemed to work.

Arthur had proven to be a lot more difficult than Emily. She was a perfect little baby in comparison.

Between trying to study and tend to her son’s needs, the clock at ticked and time, regrettably, became less of a priority.

Arthur had just settled in the downstairs crib because he refused to settle elsewhere. Scully had finally gotten him to eat, finally gotten him to sleep when the phone rang and the wails began all over again.

A trail of profanities slipping from her mouth, she leaves Arthur- telling him she’ll be right back and heads for the phone.

“Hello,” she answers trying to keep her voice as calm and neutral as possible. Really wants to find out who just disturbed her baby.

“Hi,” says a woman who Scully guesses is not older than herself. “It’s just Emily’s school calling. We were wondering what time somebody was going to pick her up. She’s been sat on the bench…”

Fuck.

The receptionist’s words trail off as Scully looks towards the clock. 3:52. She was supposed to pick Emily up.

“Mrs Mulder. Are you there?” The woman’s voice calls her back.

“Yes, sorry. Um…her father will pick her up.”

“Thank you. We’ll let Emily know.”

They say they’re goodbyes and Scully puts down the phone. She’s forgotten how many times she’s got distracted and forgot to pick Emily up from school.

It used to be Mulder’s job. A morning person naturally, Mulder usually requested the morning shift at work but after an incident happened, his bar duties were taken away and his hours changed to afternoon or night shifts leaving Scully to feel like she had to do everything on her own until dinner time.

“Mamaaaaaaa!” the one-year-old screams and Scully sighs. Picking up the phone and dialling Mulder’s workplace.

As it rings, Scully calls back to Arthur.

“I’ll be back in a minute, baby.”

But Arthur doesn’t understand.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

He places the glass, now dry, onto the rack. They have him in the back, washing and drying dishes on a smaller pay check, all because he stopped some man from assaulting some poor woman.

He’s still surprised he was punished for that. Guess the safety of their costumers isn’t a priority here.

He picks up another glass, gives it a half-assed dry, and puts down on the rack with the others.

“Oi, Mulder!”

Mulder looks towards the back door that leads to the staff’s lunchroom. John stands in the doorway, a phone receiver in his hand, holding it towards Mulder.

“It’s your missus.”

Mulder frowns, tossing the towel down and walking towards the phone. It wasn’t like Scully to ring him in the middle of the day.

“Scully, what’s up?” he asks once the receiver is to his ear.

I need you to pick up Emily from school, her voice on the other end tells him.

It was almost 4pm. Emily should’ve been picked up 25 minutes ago. What has Scully been doing?

“I can’t,” he tells her. “I’m at work.” She knows that, of course, she rang here.

I know but Arthur’s been a nightmare all afternoon and I hadn’t looked at the clock and the school rang me and I’ve only just got him settled downstairs, and I need to study for the tests on Friday…

She was getting flustered. His new hours were taking a toll on both of them.

“Scully, it’s okay,” Mulder says, attempting to calm her down. “Is your mother around?”

She’s out of town visiting Bill Jr.

His own parents had moved out of state, Samantha was god knows where. It was really down to them now.

Mulder sighs. If Scully had been having issues with Arthur all day- which he doesn’t doubt she has- and she’s just got him settled, moving him would just start it all up again and he was ten minutes away versus her thirty minutes.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll see if I can go on break early.”

Thank you, Scully says. Then adds. I’m sorry.

“Hey, don’t be. You’re doing better than most.”

Frankie isn’t happy that Mulder needs to go. He’s huffing and puffing even after Mulder tells him that it’s his daughter.

“You’ve got thirty minutes,” Frankie says, effectively telling Mulder to piss off. “I don’t want to hear your excuses.”

They’re not excuses, Mulder grumpily thinks as he grabs his jacket and leaves. She’s my kid.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

She’s organising the exercise books into alphabetical order. Something to do while she waits rather than a need to.

“Does this happen often, Emily?” her teacher asks. She was new, only having taken on her class last Monday while her original teacher went off to have a baby. So far Emily liked her. Most kids have to sit in reception until their parents come and get them but Miss Fowley had saw her and took her back to the classroom.

Emily shakes her head. “Not really.”

Her mom was usually good at managing time, being ready at the gate for her, usually accompanied by a crying Arthur.

“Well, it happened a bit when I was in second grade,” Emily tells her, placing the last book on the shelf. “But only because they were in college then and sometimes they would be learning when school finished.”

Tuesday was the day, Emily remembers. That would be the day where she knew she had to sit in reception while a free family member came and picked her up. Usually it was Grandma or Nana Teena but sometimes it would be Sam though she never looked happy about it.

Emily would sit hearing the staff talk. Feeling small and clutching onto her bookbag while she would hear them say things like ‘This is why teenagers shouldn’t have kids’ and they were ‘irresponsible’.

She never thought about her parents age until last year when her best friend Callum had asked her how old her mom was and Emily said she was twenty-three. Her teacher said she wasn’t allowed to talk about her mother’s age after that.

“Don’t you feel forgotten, sometimes?” Miss Fowley asks.

It’s just a question, Emily tells herself and she shakes her head.

“I have a little brother. He’s only one and he’s a hand-full.”

Miss Fowley seems surprised at that.

“Wow. You are a big sister.”

Emily smiles awkwardly. After the incident last year, Emily made it a goal to not talk about her family- her parents ages or the gap between her and her brother.

“Well,” says Miss Fowley. “You’re dad will be here soon.”

Emily smiles in response, starting to feel forgotten after all.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

He knocks on the classroom door of room 4E. Through the little rectangular window he can see Emily talking to, what he assumes, must be her teacher. The teacher turns around and Mulder feels his stomach drop.

Jesus fucking Christ, no.

Diana Fowley. Diana fucking Fowley walks towards the door. Diana fucking Fowley is his daughter’s teacher.

How the fuck did that happen?

Does she know? Surely she must know. Emily has their surname, she’s probably seen Emily’s file, saw FOX MULDER and DANA SCULLY listed under ‘father’ and ‘mother’. Of course she knows.

The door swings open and Mulder keeps his eyes averted.

“Hi,” Diana says, her voice warm and friendly. Oh she knows.

“I’m here to pick up Emily,” Mulder says choosing to focus behind Diana and at his daughter. Emily is picking up her backpack from the floor.

“You ready?” he asks Emily wanting nothing more to leave and not have an awkward conversation with Diana.

“I’ve been ready since 3:35,” Emily answers coolly.

Mulder smiles guiltily in response.

“Emily was telling me about her little brother,” Diana says looking and smiling at Emily. Mulder looks at Diana then but that had been a mistake as her eyes move so they’re both looking at each other at the same time. No looking away now.

“I didn’t know you had another kid, Fox.”

Emily eyebrow shoots right up at the mention of Mulder’s first name. Mulder’s eyes flick towards his daughter and Jesus Christ kid, don’t choose this moment now to look like Scully.

“Er, yeah…” Mulder says his eyes darting back to Diana. “Um…he’s called Arthur. He’s one.” Mulder swallows. He should leave. He only has 30 minutes before he loses his job. He really has to go and surely Diana has a home to go to as well.

“Emily mentioned. Well, I’m Miss Fowley,” Diana says as if Mulder didn’t know that. Oh, he knew that. “I’m Emily’s new teacher.” She holds her hand out.

Mulder doesn’t bother to ask what’s meant by ‘new teacher’ he can ask Emily about it in the car while he also asks her why she didn’t think to give him a heads up before this.

Mulder takes her hand, shaking it in a pitiful handshake.

“Well, it was nice to meet you,” he says ignoring the way Diana looks at him. “I’ve wasted your time already, we should really go.” He drops Diana’s hand, taking Emily’s and heads down the corridor. Diana shouts something like See you tomorrow, Emily! but Mulder ignores it.

Once in the car does he feel like he can breathe. Diana Fowley. Why is she here? She said he was moving to Washington DC. Why is she here?

And why is she Emily’s teacher?

“Do you know Miss Fowley?”

Mulder turns to Emily who has spent the last five minutes staring at him.

“What?”

“She called you Fox,” Emily says. “Mom doesn’t even called you that.”

Mulder puts the car in ignition.

“Yeah, I know her. We went to school together.”

Emily hums and Mulder knows she has more question.

“Go ahead, Em,” he says preparing himself for Twenty-Questions. “Ask.”

“It doesn’t seem like you like her.”

“It’s complicated.”

“How?”

Mulder sighs.

“You said I could ask,” Emily says.

Yes, he did. And Emily deserves answers.

“You ever see kids be picked on in school, Em?”

He looks over to her, sees her nod her head.

“Well, sometimes that can carry on past Elementary school. Sometimes those kids don’t grow up, sometimes they still be those same people they were then.”

“Did she pick on you?”

No, Diana didn’t. He was too busy getting his ass beaten by the boys to also become a victim of the girl’s too.

“No. She picked on your Mom, though.”

Emily looks surprised at that. “Really?” she asks.

Mulder nods.

“Why?”

“Well, she was smarter than them. They didn’t like that. It showed them up.”

“Them?”

Mulder smiles. “Bullies come in packs, Emi,” he says. “Three, four against one.”

A Bully is never on their own.

“I never noticed that,” Emily says. “But she’s a teacher now. Doesn’t that mean she has grew up?”

“Probably,” Mulder says. “But these things stay with you. They effect you even when you’re older, too.”

And hopefully you never have to experience that.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

She at the door with hugs and a string of I’m sorry’s falling out of her mouth.

“It’s okay,” says Emily moving out of Scully’s embrace to put her bag down. “Dad told me about Arthur and about your test.”

The test she’s about to flunk because her drain doesn’t want to retain information anymore.

“I have a new teacher,” Emily tells her.

“Really, who is she?” Scully asks as she starts clearing the textbooks from the coffee table.

“Diana Fowley.”

That was not a name Scully was expecting to hear.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

“Why is Diana Fowley teaching our daughter?”

Mulder just wanted a sip of orange juice. The bottle almost to his mouth before Scully appears in the doorway.

“And you better use a glass for that, too.”

Mulder groans. It’s his orange juice. He doesn’t remember agreeing to sharing it with the kids. But he goes into the cupboard and grabs a glass anyway.

“I wondered the same thing,” Mulder answers, pouring the drink into the glass.

“Have you seen her?”

Mulder nods. “Seen her, spoke to her-“

“Why did you speak to her?”

Mulder looks at her. “Because Emily was waiting in the classroom.”

“She normally waits in reception.”

He puts the juice back into the fridge. “Yeah well, Diana sees herself as Emily’s saviour.”

Scully tenses. “Why?”

“Emily told me that Diana asked her if she felt forgotten when nobody picked her up on time.”

“What did Emily say?”

“That she understands why.”

It broke his heart a little to know somebody asked Emily that and Emily’s reply to. Emi tried so hard at being perfected, understanding situations meanwhile the kid can’t even rely on somebody to pick her up from school on time.

“I’m gonna quit the bar job,” Mulder says.

There’s panic in Scully’s eyes. “What? No, you can’t.”

“They keep fucking me over there.”

“It’s our only income.”

“I’ll find another job. One where the hours are better and I can pick Emily up from school on time.”

“Your hours were fine before you decided to be a hero.”

Apparently everyone’s under the impression he should have let that girl be assaulted.

“What if that girl was Emily?” he asks and watches as Scully falters. “Would you think I was being a hero then?”

No answer.

“That place stinks anyway,” he adds.

“Will they let you quit?”

They wanted to get rid of him from the start.

“Oh yeah,” Mulder says, certain.

Scully sighs. “Fine.”

Mulder cocks his head to the side knowing that the whole Diana Fowley thing was still eating Scully up.

“Hey,” he says grabbing her attention. “Don’t worry about Diana. Emily said she was only taking over while her original teacher is on maternity leave. I think this is just a placement.”

Mulder hoped it was just a placement. He didn’t look forward to teacher-parent conferences anyway before that teacher became Diana Fowley.

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I’m always happy to accept prompts in this universe. If you have any just send them to me. @mypanicface

[crinkled-emotions]

Shortfic || “Kiss Me.” || Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner

Prompt: “Reid is refusing to do this undercover. Can you please talk to him?”

“Hotch.”

Aaron turned his head, raising an eyebrow at Morgan who had called out to him from behind the curtain. He dismissed the LEO he’d been talking to and met his colleague behind the curtain, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s Reid. Hotch, he’s refusing to go undercover.”

“He’s what? He said he was fine with it earlier.”

Hotch frowned at Morgan, who just shrugged.

“I guess something changed. He’s really shaken up.”

“Let me talk to him.”

Morgan gestured toward the dressing room they’d set up in the makeshift strip club and Hotch tapped on the board beside the other curtain. JJ’s head popped out and she heaved a sigh of relief.

“Please talk to him. Nothing I’m saying is getting through.”

She exited and Aaron entered the small dressing room, sitting on one of the milk crates. Spencer was curled up on the cheap couch they’d rented for the set up. An elaborate plan to catch an elaborate man; the unsub would visit strip clubs like the one they had designed and slip something into a customer’s drink, then slit their throat and leave them in the booth. It was sneaky, but the part that concerned them was the fact that the ‘something’ wasn’t a drug that was able to be hidden- it was a drug that was easily detectable even in a drink. A mix of Vicodin, Viagra and Diazepam was deadly.

And Reid fit the victimology; curly brown hair and brown eyes, socially awkward, will speak before thinking. He was male, too- a crucial part of the victimology.

 “Reid. What’s going on?”

“I have to let the unsub kiss me… right?”

“Yes. Is that what you’re worried about?”

“No. Well, kind of. It’s just… it’s been a while. Since y’know. I’ve been kissed. Diana.”

Aaron stopped, suddenly realising what Spencer was hinting at.

“You haven’t been with anyone since then?”

“Since before then. God, this is so embarrassing, why am I telling you of all people.”

“Kiss me.”

That stopped Spencer’s ranting, and he blinked.

“I’m sorry, I think I misheard that. Did you just say kiss me?”

“If it’s going to help you settle down and do this, then yes. Kiss me.”

“You realise I could file a misconduct complaint? As well as a sexual harassment?” Spencer murmured. A quick glance at him told Aaron he’d be fine.

“I don’t think you will, Reid,” he murmured. Spencer blinked again, and his legs unfurled.

“Tell me if it’s bad,” he whispered. Aaron nodded.

Their lips met.

 Spencer Reid’s lips were chapped, but soft. Dry, but careful.

Aaron Hotchner’s lips were gentle; timid, and tentative, undertones of shyness. Who would have thought the unit chief had a shy bone in his body?

There was a hesitant lick against Spencer’s lips; he gave permission to the tongue and let the hands on his waist pull him against a hard body. Aaron Hotchner’s hard body.

Wait.

This was wrong.

“H-Hotch-“

A couple more kisses. A hand holding his ass to support him. Pulling away, Spencer tucked a curl behind his ear. His entire body was on fire, and he placed a hand on Aaron’s chest.

“Was it bad?” He whispered. There was a rumble against his hand, and when he looked at his colleague Hotch was chuckling.

“I was worried you were uncomfortable.”

“We shouldn’t have kissed. I’m sorry, I’ll get off your lap.”

Reid stood, adjusting his shirt and the skinny jeans JJ and Prentiss had convinced him to wear as part of his costume for undercover. Hotch readjusted his tie, subtly also fixing his slacks. A wee bit tight there, Hotch?

“Reid. Wait a moment.”

Spencer turned from the mirror with an eyebrow raised. Hotch stood in front of him, and if Spencer didn’t know any better, he would have said he was blushing too.

“Are we okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Uh… thanks. For- y’know. The kiss.”

“Yeah.”

Hotch made for the exit, the curtain flying closed behind him. Reid took a breath, taking a moment to fix his hair. A head poked in and he relaxed to see it was Prentiss, who waved.

“Are you ready? We’re just about to open.”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

 “Okay Reid, I think I see him. He’s at the bar; wander over and see if you can get his interest. Remember; no magic tricks and no science puns, okay?”

Spencer rolled his eyes at Morgan’s direction, but his eyes carried over to the bar JJ was tending. She sent a discreet nod at him and Spencer got up, wandering over to the bar. He took a seat beside the unsub and ordered a tequila sunrise; something all the victims had in common.

“Tequila sunrise, huh?” The unsub murmured. Reid nodded, thanking JJ when she arrived with the orange juice and red grenadine syrup.

“Yeah. I like to watch the syrup fade into the juice, it- it’s beautiful.”

“That’s insightful, for a drink. I’m Jared.”

“Rowan. Do you come here often?”

Spencer shook Jared’s hand, then man shaking his head.

“This place is new; I like the places on the next street. They have these awesome food platters, y’know? They’re cheap and they always have the best stuff.”

“That sounds incredible. I was walking home after a bad date and decided if I wasn’t going home with him… I might as well go home with someone else.”

“I get that. Hey, want to find a booth?”

“Sure.”

Getting up, Spencer took Jared’s hands and led him toward the only booth they had mic’d through to Garcia.

 “Another one?”

“Sure.”

“Be right back.”

Leaning down, Jared pressed his lips against Spencer’s cheek. He whispered in his ear something I’m not inclined to repeat and headed for the bar. Spencer reached under the table, tapping twice on the microphone.

“JJ, he’s coming your way,” he whispered. Through his earpiece he heard JJ hum. Prentiss strode past as a waitress in her heels and dress, slipping a strip on to the table. Spencer hid it on his lap as Jared came back, placing the tequila sunrise on the table.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

Covering himself with a cough, Reid dropped the especially designed drug test strip into the drink and waited for a moment. When it turned purple he pressed the button on the inside of his wrist attached to his watch so he could make an exit. He felt a hand on his shoulder, slipping down his back.

“We should get out of here. Find some place quiet,” Jared whispered. Reid tensed, looking up to find various members of his team. Of course, it was now Hotch was the only one on. He met Reid’s gaze and did the usual slightly-raised-eyebrow. When Reid blinked twice, he began to stride over.

There was a cold blade on his neck. He froze, feeling Jared pressing himself against his behind.

“Send that jackass away and no one gets hurt.”

“No one? Does that include me, Jared O’Brian? I know you spiked my drink.”

“They don’t stay still otherwise.”

“There are other ways to restrain someone.”

Hotch was approaching, but when Spencer waved at him subtly he stopped and headed for JJ who had reappeared at the bar. Prentiss joined them and Reid took a deep breath.

“We know what you did, Jared, and why you did it. It’s sad that you had to go to this degree to get closure.”

“They never understand.”

“Of course they don’t. I do. My last lover was shot dead in front of me. I had to watch.”

“They never understand.”

Reid reached behind himself, digging his hands into Jared’s back pockets.

“Hey. I do. And I want to help you, but this? This is not the way. My name is Dr Spencer Reid of the BAU in the FBI. I profile people like you for a living. I don’t want you to get hurt. My friend, the guy who was coming toward us? He’s armed. The bartender, and that black haired waitress? Both armed. All you have to do is threaten me in some way and you won’t be walking out of here alive. Do you understand?”

“How can you protect me? I have a knife to your neck!”

“I’ve been in worse situations. If I make a single hand gesture they’ll be here before you can even think about slitting me open.”

The knife pressed harder. In the dark corner, none of the other patrons really took notice. Hotch, JJ and Prentiss were all watching with hyper vigilance. If Reid looked closely, he could see that Hotch’s hand was on his gun. Jared growled in his ear.

“You’re not panicking.”

“Nor am I sexually attracted to you, so if you could get your hand off my crotch that would be great.”

The hand that had been kneading him through the front of his jeans slipped into his back jeans pocket, a kiss pressed to his neck.

“I want a car. I’ll leave.”

“You know I can’t do that. Your mission isn’t finished, and you’ll keep killing until it is.”

“Let me out.”

“No.”

The knife pressed deeper into his neck, and Reid hissed when he felt the tiniest drop of blood trail down his throat. He pulled his hands from Jared’s jeans, placing them on his own thighs. A single finger tap, and there were multiple guns trained on Jared. He gripped Spencer’s arm as panic rose in the room, the rest of the club filing out the doors. Rossi and Morgan appeared, also in their Kevlars and carrying guns. Before Jared could react, Reid had elbowed him in the ribs on the opposite side to the hand holding the knife. It clattered to the floor and he restrained Jared without hesitation. Once Morgan and Rossi got there Reid backed off, stumbling from adrenaline rush. His ass landed on a different seat nearby, and then someone was in front of him.

“Reid? Hey, look at me. We need to get you cleaned up.”

Hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to focus. One hand touched his cheek. He knew those hands; he knew those fingers.

“H-Hotch?”

“Let’s go.”

Standing, Aaron pulled Spencer into his side. He was surprised when the younger agent buried in against his Kevlar, relying on him for strength to get to the medics outside.

 “You look a little better. Got more colour in your face.”

Looking up, Spencer sent a half smile to his boss. Morgan pushed in front of Hotch, crouching in front of Reid.

“Hey. Listen to me, Pretty Boy. That was dangerous. You gotta stop doing that, okay?”

“Doing what?” Spencer deadpanned. That earned him a smack up the back of his head, but shortly after he had his head in Derek’s shoulder.

“Please, kid. I’ve never seen Hotch look ready to lay an egg.”

That made Spencer snort, releasing Morgan. The older agent ruffled his curls and turned to some LEOs, ready to direct them. Since it was just Spencer and Aaron, the older agent sat on the floor of the ambulance with Spencer. They sat together in silence for a moment, before Spencer cleared his throat.

“Look, Hotch, what we did… it was unprofessional, and I wanted to apologise if it seemed like I was goading you into it.”

“Woah; hold up Reid. Last time I checked, I kissed you first. And I liked it; does that make me a bad person?”

“No. Is Jack home tonight?”

“No.”

They shared a look, and if Spencer had to convince himself to deflate from just that little moment, no one had to know.