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Get drunk with Henry. Step by step.
Nervous adrenaline before drinking:
1st shot is not that great:
2nd, 3rd, 4th shot... Just get wasted:
He's so silly, small and soft â€
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#nicholas galitzine#this is your fault#stop making me cry#not you taylor#taylor zakhar perez#heâs just a baby#he has never done anything wrong in his life#nick galitzine#drunk text me cover#first video#firsprince#first prince#firstprinceedit#red white and royal blue film#red white & royal blue#red white royal blue#red white and royal blue movie#red white and royal blue#rwrb edit#rwrb henry#rwrb movie#rwrb cast#rwrbedit#rwrb#prince henry#henry george edward james hanover stuart fox#alex and henry#alexander claremont diaz#alexander gabriel claremont diaz#crying in the club
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Just finished editing chapter 2 and it's going live tomorrow (Wednesday), so catch up now!
I am so overly emotional about this fic. đ
Vegas, Baby
Woops, I tripped and fell and wrote 12k words in two days. đ
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Thinking about Baby daddy!Miguel OâHara who had the largest smirk on his face when he watched your new boy toy and you leave the pool party, already knowing the awkward tension between you both will only escalate once you're both alone.
Baby daddy!Miguel who purposely goes out of his way to start dropping you a bagel and coffee at your place of work when itâs your weeks with gabi, saying it was on the way to work and how he remembered how you once made an offhand comment about how you never have time for breakfast before dropping off your daughter at school or at summer soccer camp before going to work.
Baby daddy!Miguel started to call you your nickname he had given you during college. First time dropping it casually during a swap, trying to garner your reaction, which was nothing more than a small laugh and a curious head tilt.
Baby daddy!Miguel who (after a few beers with Peter) finally realizes why heâs been oddly territorial over you as of recently. Before a new guy entered the picture, it was as if you two never stopped being together, sure there werenât any kissing or hand holding, but when it was just you three, it felt like being a part of the family you were a part of pre-splitting up. You and Miguel werenât like his parents, there was no toxicity or bad blood between you both, just two people who grew apart.
And now, he was drunk, crying on Peterâs shoulder while his friend rubbed his back to soothe him, coming to the realization that heâll always love you. Because youâve never given him a reason not to.
Baby daddy!Miguel who is now on your doorstep after dropping your daughter off at soccer camp. A bouquet of flowers hiding behind his back, wearing a white button up, with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black slacks and dress shoes. Taking a shaky breath before knocking, feeling dejau hit him, catching himself in the same position 12 years ago when he first came to your dorm to ask you out.
Baby daddy!Miguel whose whole world came crashing down when the same guy from the carne asada opened the door instead of you, shirtless. With messy hair and sweatpants that weâre hanging low enough for Miguel to realize what had just transpired in your place moments ago.
Baby daddy!Miguel, whose heart shattered when you reintroduced him as your boyfriend.
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Shaky hands, a thin layer of sweat, dry mouth, if Miguel didnât know better, he would have thought he was sick. His left hand held the boutique behind him while the other fidgeted with the small excess flap of his belt, only to place the hand in his pocket when he heard the sound of muffled steps approaching the door. Clearing his throat as the door let out a faint click sound before opening.
Miguel had to drip hard on the thorny stems so he didnât drop them out of shock. He tried his best to keep a calm expression on his face. But it seems his poker face wasnât good enough, because the smirk your boy toy had on his face as he leaned against the door said it all. Despite being shorter than Miguel, he was acting as if he was on top of the world. Miguel blinked out of his trance when he heard your voice say a faint âwho is it?â from the next room before you appeared next to him. If the sight of the man next to you wasnât enough for Miguel, yours certainly sent him on a downwards spiral.
You were in shorts and his shirt.
âOh Miguel! Hey, you remember Henry, my boyfriend.â
Boyfriend?
âYeah.â He mumbled with a head nod, to which Henry returned as he crossed his arms.
Fuck.
âUm-sorry, Gabriella said she forgot her good pair of soccer shoes.â Miguel managed to say after clearing his throat, not wanting to make a fool of himself anymore then he probably already had.
To be fair, she did forget them.
â
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Word count: 600
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Who's the dad
This is a Evan Buckley (9-1-1) fanfiction I have finally decided to post. It is the first or second fanfiction I have written in my whole life so this is probably bad. English is not my first language so there could be a few mistakes.
I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it. If anyone has feedback, I am open for it.<3
Summary: A few months after a one-night stand leaves (Y/N) pregnant, she unexpectedly meets the baby's father at a BBQ at her dad's fire station.
The blonde guy was hot, (Y/N) had to admit. His baby blue shirt lets his eyes glow in the most perfect way.
âSo why are you here today?â, (Y/N) asked. They both had a silent deal: no nameâs, no prying for information.
âHard day at workâ, the man answered. âYou?â
âHard week.â (Y/N) knew she was already drunk, but she ordered another tequila. In the afternoon, she brought her kids to their grandparents, Bobby and Athena. The reason she told them: I need the evening for drinking until I donât even know my name anymore.
She knew drinking wasnât going to solve her problem, but it would numb her for at least one night. It would make her forget the pain.
The man nodded, but she didnât even know what she had said before.
They drank a few drinks together until both of them saw black spots dancing in front of their eyes.
(Y/N) knew it was wrong what she wanted to do know. She wanted to kiss this man. She wanted to forget why she was here tonight. She knew exactly how wrong it would be. How disappointed everyone would look at her. But screw it. She wanted him and she wanted him now.
She leant forward and pressed a kiss on his lips. It felt so right, but so wrong. It didnât matter. The blonde deepened the kiss. The next thing (Y/N) knew was that they were in the manâs apartment. In his bed.
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(Y/N) did her best to hide the baby bump â but it didnât help much. Maybe she could tell everyone she has just eaten too much when they were in Europe. She hasnât seen anyone of her family in the last 5 months. They didnât know she was pregnant and they are not supposed to. Half a year ago she packed her stuff and drove away with the kids.
After her husband died and she slept with this stranger, she had to leave. She wasnât able to stay anymore. She was ashamed of herself. How was she able to sleep with someone just some hours after Henry died? They werenât always happy but she loved him. He had been her world. Until he was gone.
âMommy? How much longer we have to drive?â James asked from the back of the car. He was the most impatient of her kids.
âOnly around half an hour then you can finally see grandpa and grandma again.â
(Y/N) heard a sigh from her son and chuckled.
âIs there going to be cake? Is grandpa going to make pasta for us?â Cameron. She and James are twins and couldnât be more similar. Both impatient and always hungry until they ate two bites and complain about being too full to eat any more.
âI donât know. I have never been to a party at the station.â Nobody knew they were going to come. It was going to be a surprise.
Suddenly, Emily began to cry in her seat. The two-year old always slept in the car, but when she woke up, she always had a shock and started to cry when she noticed they were driving.
âLiv, can you please give Emily her pacifier?â The 14-year-old didnât seem to hear her mom, as she had her headphones in her ears and scrolled through TikTokâs.
âLiv! Give your sister her damn pacifier!â Finally.
After two weeks in Europe, (Y/N) was already super annoyed. She tried to keep it cool, but it wasnât easy to be with four kids and pregnant when she didnât have her husband around.
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Just a few minutes later, (Y/N) parked in front of the firehouse. She had been here before. Not inside it but she had dropped off her father a few times when his car was at the car repair.
âOk! We are here! All out of the car!â (Y/N) picked up her youngest and followed the rest of the kids inside the firehouse.
She didnât see many people downstairs, but around 50 people were upstairs.
â(Y/N)? Hey! Youâre back! Where were you in the last few months? We tried to call you but you didnât answer. We were so worried!â Bobby literally ran to her and hugged her as tightly as possible with Emily between them. âShe grew up so muchâ, he said, reaching out to stroke Emilyâs back.
âYes. She absolutely did.â (Y/N) could see the worried and exhausted expression on her fatherâs face and immediately felt sorry for not even writing him and Athena a message that she and the kids were ok.
âMay I introduce you to the team?â, Bobby asked after hugging the twins and Liv, who finally put away her headphones.
The 118âs Captain led his family to a bunch of people in uniforms.
âThese guys are Eddie, Chimney, Hen and Buck.â (Y/N)âs breath caught in her throat. Fuck. The super-hot guy stood in front of her. With his uniform he looked even better that in his baby blue shirt he wore the last time. Why the fuck did she still remember what this guy had worn when they met in the bar?!
âMeet (Y/N), Liv, James, Cameron and Emily.â
âHey! Nice to meet yâallâ, (Y/N) said overly friendly, trying to hide the surprise, as well as Buck did.
âGrandpa? You have cake?â, Cameron asked Bobby.
âOf course. A party without cake isnât a party. Come on, Iâll show you all.â Bobby led the kids away from (Y/N) and the team, over to the kitchen island on which many plates of cake were standing.
ââSo⊠you are Capâs daughter?â, a brown-haired man asked, who (Y/N) remembered as Eddie.
âYepp, thatâs me.â (Y/N) looked at Buck who looked just as surprised, as she felt.
âSo, you are Buck?â, she asked him just as a try to build a conversation. She tugged gently on her shirt, as she didnât want Buck to notice her baby bump.
âUhm⊠yes. I am. Evan Buckley. So⊠these are your kids? You look quite youngâ, Buck asked and (Y/N) furrowed her brow until she realized, they havenât talked about ages when they spent the night together. She was quite young for already having 4 kids. She had Liv when she was 16, but she barely told people, as she always got these judging looks.
âYes, they are.â (Y/N) stared at the ground, unable to hold eye contact with the man she had a breathtaking night.
âFatherâs not in the picture?â, Eddie asked and (Y/N) could see that Buck was relieved, that his friend asked the question, so he didnât seem too suspicious.
âUm, no. He died 5 months ago. Car accident.â Instead of staring at the ground, (Y/N) now looked at the ceiling, trying to stop the tears, which always threatened to flow freely, whenever she talked about her late husband.
When she finally managed to make eye contact with Evan, she could see pain written over his face. Her husband died 5 months ago, around the same time, she slept with him. Had he been some kind of replacement? He knew they agreed to one night â no personal information, but it still hurt to know she didnât actually feel the tiniest bit. She only had tried to compensate everything.
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Around 3 hours later, in which the 118 got a small call once but came back after only one and a half hour, they all sat at the big table, because it was dinner time. Most of the time, (Y/N) stood on the sidelines, as she didnât really feel comfortable around all these people she barely knew, and Buck. Nobody seemed to have noticed the baby bump which was covered under her shirt.
And now, (Y/N) even felt nauseous and had cramps in her lower belly. Her other pregnancies had gone quite well, except the last few months with the twins, but this pregnancy was terrible. She already had to go to hospital 4 times in the last 5 months, as she couldnât keep anything down and had been severely dehydrated.
After only 2 bites, (Y/N) had to lay down the fork because she felt like she would throw up right away if she ate only one more bite. She had already thrown up breakfast and everything she drank today. She was lucky no one noticed she hasnât eaten a piece of cake before. Â
âAre you ok?â, the brown-haired man from before asked. Eddie? (Y/N) has always been terrible with names and couldnât remember any. It took her 2 weeks to even remember Henryâs name after she met him, something he also made fun of, even years later.
âUh yes. Just not feeling too great todayâ, she answered, trying to suppress the feeling to be sick. Her throat felt tight and her stomach felt like it was twisting and turning. The cramps were still present. She knew she wasnât having a miscarriage as she once had one, and it felt different. The symptoms were pretty much the same, but she had another feeling. She had felt like something was missing, but this here wasnât any better.
âYou sure? You donât look too good and you havenât eaten much. Donât you like the food?â, her father intervened now.
âThe foodâs great. Really. I havenât been feeling my best today, thatâs it.â
âDo you want one of the medics to take a look at you?â Bobby really seemed worried, but his daughter waved him off.
âDad. Donât make more out of it than it is.â Her dad made an acknowledging sound and (Y/N) thanked him silently with a small nod.
(Y/N) fidgeted with her hands, a nervous habit, she always did when she felt uncomfortable. Today, this many people were too much. She has never liked being around many people for a long time. She felt like everyone was staring at her and making fun off her or thinking of her as a disappointment when she did something wrong. Her kids were different, except of Liv. Liv came after her mom in these things, while the others luckily came after their dad and were the most social persons in this world.
Everyone looked at (Y/N), as she suddenly stood up, because a wave of nausea waved over her. As fast as possible she went to the restrooms, but only made it to the sink, where she threw up the bit of water she had managed to drink before. She rinsed her mouth and looked in the mirror. She looked like shit. Her skin was pale and her lips dry.
The door opened, and a woman stepped inside. She was around as tall as (Y/N) was and wore a wine-red shirt, that showed she worked at the 911 dispatch center. Had she been at the dinner table before? Or has (Y/N) just not seen her?
âOh hey. Sorry. Just needed a break from out there. Who are you? I have never seen you here before. I am Maddie by the way. Chimneyâs fiancĂ©, Buckâs sister.â
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. Buckâs sister?
â(Y/N). Bobbyâs daughter. Nice to meet you.â
âAre you okay? You donât look too well.â Again, this question. No, she wasnât ok. But she didnât say anything, so everyone should stop asking her. If she wanted someone to know she wasnât well, she would tell.
âItâs okay. Just not feeling my best today.â Maddie nodded.
âOk.â She didnât pry further to get information, what (Y/N) was very thankful for.
âSoo. You are Bobbyâs daughter? Athena has never mentioned, that Bobby has a daughter. She usually talks about everything.â Maddie furrowed her brow.
(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders.
âHe doesnât like talking about his private life too much.â
(Y/N) went back to the table, after she was sure she wouldnât have to throw up again. But when she arrived at the dinner table again, she felt she was dizzy. Congratulations. First, she was sick and now she was dizzy because she didnât drink or eat enough today.
She caught Bobbyâs concerned gaze as he was looking at her, before everything went black.
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âHeyyy! Here we go. You with us again?â She felt something painful on her chest and after a few moments she realized it was someone performing sternal rub to bring her back around. (Y/N) grumbled something.
When she tried to sit up again, there was a firm hand on her shoulder that kept her laid down.
âDamn, let me sit up if I want to. I am fine.â But (Y/N) noticed on her own how hoarse she sounded from being sick.
The hand suddenly disappeared from her shoulder, but when (Y/N) sat up, the hand was back at her back to steady her and kept her from falling over. Finally, she managed to open her eyes and caught look on the brown-haired man â Eddie. Evan sat directly next to her.
âWe are just going to check a few things, ok?â All (Y/N) did, was giving an acknowledging sound from her.
The next thing she felt was a pulse-oximeter being slipped on her index finger and a blood pressure cuff on the other arm. She winced when Eddie inflated it and it squeezed tightly around her arm, which made her eyes well up with tears.
She had never liked the BP reading. When she was a kid, she cried freely as it made her arm feel like needles were jabbing it.
âSorry.â Eddie was quick to deflate the cuff again after noticing the tears in (Y/N)âs eyes but she just shook her head to show everythingâs ok. âBPâs 108/70. We are going to give you something to raise it again.â
âNo! Wait!â (Y/N) frantically said. âI⊠IâŠâ She made a sign for Eddie to come near to her so she could whisper into his ear without anyone hearing it. âI am pregnant but no one can know yet. I didnât tell anyone.â
âOkayyy⊠I think we should go somewhere more private.â (Y/N) nodded agreeing.
Despite the otherâs confused looks, they made their way to the locker room. Once they were there, Eddie began talking again.
âHas this happened before?â
âYes, I already was in hospital because of it but it is just this morning sickness. I canât keep anything down and it makes me dehydrated.â When (Y/N) looked to her right, she could see Buck looking at them but he couldnât hear anything, right? He wasnât as near and it was quite loud upstairs.
âMhm. I want to hook you up on an IV if thatâs ok with you? I donât want you to be as dehydrated as you are now and I figure you donât want a trip to the ER?â
âYes, if that is possible, please.â
Only a few seconds later, (Y/N) could see her dad storming into the locker room.
âSweetheart, what happened?â He looked kind of mad but also worried.
âEhm⊠It is complicaâŠâ
âShe is dehydrated because she didnât drink or eat enough. She just wants to be alone for a moment and I can give her an IV,â Eddie intervened. (Y/N) shot him a thankful gaze and a tiny smile. She liked Eddie. He was really kind. She couldnât think of any of her friends, who would do that for her.
âMhm. Ok. I am going to call Athena. She said she would be here earlier. Iâll come back later.â
Bobby disappeared as fast as he came into the room.
âThanks. For not telling him.â Eddie smiled at her.
âItâs not on me. And I think there are going to be better circumstances for that talk. How far are you?â
â5 months.â
âAh. May I askâŠâ, he hesitated for a moment. âIs it your late husbandâs baby?â
âNo.â You didnât know for sure why you told him, but he kind of let you feel calm and safe. âWe didnât⊠you know⊠the time before he died. We argued a lot. Had a one-night stand just a few hours after he died.â
âYou know the father? Were you able to call and tell him?â Eddie looked honestly interested while he put an IV bag out of the medkit.
(Y/N) shook her head before nodding.
âI havenât seen him⊠until today.â Eddie looked shocked and raised his eyebrows.
âToday? Is he here? At the station?â
(Y/N) nodded guiltily and looked at the ground when she heard Eddie chuckle.
âDamn, tell me more. Who is it?â
âBuck.â
âBuck?â The firefighter looked even more shocked than before and you nodded again.
âI didnât know his name we agreed to âno personal informationâ. Why would I know he worked at my dadâs workplace? God⊠when he will find out he is going to be so pissed.â Eddie shook his head.
âNah, I donât think so. He will understand. And hey. You donât have to defend yourself.â She smiled at his kindness.
She watched as Eddie swabbed the alcohol pad over the back of her hand.
âI would recommend to close your eyes if you are not good with needlesâ, he suggested. But (Y/N) couldnât. She needed to see what Eddie was doing, even though she wasnât good with needles. When the firefighter pushed the needle in the back of her hand, she let out a small squeal.
âTold you to keep your eyes closed but you refused to listen.â She heard Eddie chuckle. âDo you have any other symptoms I should be worried about?â
âI have crampsâ, she admitted.
âLower belly?â (Y/N) nodded. Why couldnât she just have been home. She would lie on the couch and relax, but instead she was here, being poked and prodded by a firefighter.
âCan I take a look?â She nodded again. Eddie pulled her shirt over her abdomen and pressed his palm on different spots. (Y/N) looked upstairs, and froze. Fuck. She forgot that Evan was still standing upstairs, looking at the locker room. Looking at her.
Her eyes widened. Why had she agreed to this? Why didnât she insist on being ok and went home? Why was she so stupid? She wanted to slap herself for not thinking.
Eddie seemed to notice her sudden panic, the pulse-oximeter, which was still clipped to her finger, chirped in high pitched noises.
âHey, hey. Look at me. Deep breaths. Whatâs up?â
âB⊠Buck.â The firefighter looked where she was pointing at and sucked in a deep breath.
âOk. Thatâs ok. Weâll fix that, after we are finished here, ok? Itâll be ok. Donât worry. Try to breathe with me, the baby wonât like you breathing like that.â Demonstrative, Eddie took some deep breaths. âDo you know the gender yet?â
(Y/N) could tell that Eddie was only trying to distract her but she played along.
âA⊠girl. Itâs a girl. Again.â She laughed. Her breathing became slower, steadier.
âThatâs great. You already told your kids?â
âMhm.â
âHow did they react? Are they happy?â Eddie grinned at her.
âY⊠yes. They are. James was a bit d- disappointed at first. H- he hoped he would finally get a brother t- to play soccer with.â (Y/N) smiled. âBut the g- girls were all over t-the moon.â
The brown-haired man, put an oxygen mask over her face, which she tried to pull off, but his hand was immediately back, to hold the mask in place.
âLet it on, pleaseâ, he said with a look at the pulse-oximeter which was still chirping. âItâll make it easier to breathe for you.
(Y/N) nodded, even though she hated the feeling of the mask, which made her feel the opposite of âeasier to breatheâ.
âCan I have a listen to the babyâs heartbeat?â After he had seen (Y/N) nodded again, he took the stethoscope and pressed the diaphragm to her belly.
âLooks good so far. The heartbeat is a bit fast for my liking but itâs nothing too concerning, just take some deep breaths, ok?â
âCopy, Firefighter Diaz.â (Y/N) took some deep breaths.
Just a few seconds later, someone stormed into the locker room. Buck.
âYou⊠you are pregnant?â Buck hoped that (Y/N) would tell him it wasnât his. That it was her husbandâs.
âYes.â She was surprised that her voice didnât sound as high and panicking as she thought it would. She was scared. Scared of Buckâs reaction, which became even more clear, as the pulse-oximeter started to chirp frantically again.
Eddie took a look and was surprised how high the shown numbers were.
âDeep breathsâ, he commanded her. But she couldnât.
âWhoâs the dad? Is it mine? Or is there a tiny chance, that it is your husbandâs?â Even though (Y/N) thought something like that would come out of Buckâs mouth, she felt disappointment deep in her. She hoped he would not sound as panicked as he was now.
âYourâs.â (Y/N) fell silent, holding her breath in anticipation of what Evan would say now.
âOh⊠wow. I have to admit that is a shock. Why⊠why didnât you tell me? I could have been there with you.â
âI didnât have your number, your address, your workplace. Not even your name! I didnât even know if you lived in LA or somewhere else! What should I have done?â
Eddie put the oxygen mask over her mouth and nose, that she just put off again, but she immediately put it back to the floor. She didnât want to breathe in the oxygen. It made her feel lightheaded and nauseous and gave her a headache.
â(Y/N)! Damn, breathe properly now the babyâs not comfortable anymore. Buck, I think you should go now and let her breathe a bit without the stress, this conversation puts on her.â
âNo, he wonât go now! Not until this conversation is finished!â (Y/N) glared at Eddie. She wasnât sure if that were the pregnancy hormones speaking out of her which have made her a bit temperamental these last few months.
âWhat do you want to do now? Buck? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you want to be a part in the babyâs life? Do you want to be part in MY life? I need to know it.â She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. Definitely the hormones which made her act strange at the moment.
âI donât know exactly what I want to do now. But I donât have a girlfriend. And I want to be part of the babyâs life. I want to be their fatherâŠâ
âHer. Itâs a girlie. Again.â (Y/N) could see Evan smiling a bit.
âOk. I want to be HER father and spend time with her. And I think I would like to try to go on a date⊠with you. If you think you are ready. I liked you the last time we met, even though that could be because I had been really drunk that night.â Buck laughed and blushed a bit.
âI think⊠I think we can give it a try. I donât know if I am ready for everything. But I do know I am ready for something. And maybe that could be with you.â
âOk⊠uhm⊠great. And now you should really try to breathe properly with that mask. I know itâs not great, but even I can recognize how high your vitals are.â
She did as she was told. (Y/N) knew she liked Buck. He was cute. She wouldnât have imagined to see a man like him blushing when talking about a baby and dating.
âIâm nauseous.â Eddie and Buck both looked a bit worried.
âDeep breaths. I think itâs just the IV and oxygen. I put some meds in the IV that should help with the belly cramps, that could make you feel nauseous.â
(Y/N) only nodded. She suddenly felt exhausted. The adrenaline of the day started to wear of.
âI think Iâm gonna drive the kids home and we are going to relax a bit while watching some tv. Thank you for everything.â
âWait. Stop. I wonât let you drive home alone. You donât feel good and I wouldnât like to know you donât have anyone with you except you kids.â She nodded again. Evan was right. It would be stupid to not have anyone around her.
âI can come with you. Just if thatâs ok with you.â
âYes. That would be great. Thanks.â
âNo problem. Shall we take your car?â
âMhm.â She was thankful. She could really imagine Buck as a boyfriend. He is great.
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âThat doesnât make any sense.â Evan laughed. He, (Y/N) and Liv were sat on the couch, watching a firefighter show, (Y/N) and Liv had been addicted to in the last few weeks.
âIt doesnât matter! This show is great!â Liv and Evan discussed about the mistakes in the show since around 10 minutes and it made (Y/N) smile. It was like a real family. Even though it hurt her a bit that it wasnât Henry, sitting here. But letâs be honest: Henry would have never watched a show like that.
âThat doesnât change the fact, that you donât use the saw like that. Itâs just not safe!â
âThen just do not pay attention to the details.â Now, it was Liv laughing. (Y/N) hasnât seen her daughter that happy in the last few months. She tried to cover up her emotions but it didnât work completely. Her eyes started to burn and she felt a pressure building up. No, she wasnât going to cry. Not in front of Evan. Her daughter. No.
âIâll go to toilet for a moment.â She hoped nobody would notice she was about to cry, but her voice gave it away. She sounded hoarse and her voice broke at some point.
She locked the bathroom door and sank down to the cold floor, where she curled up, leaning her back on the even colder wall. Her hand was rubbing circles over her swollen belly. Damn it.
(Y/N) knew she missed Henry. She knew her kids have missed him every second since his death. But she was scared. Scared that moving on with Evan would make her forget her late husband. She heard a gentle knock on the wooden bathroom door.
âMay I come in?â Buck.
âOk.â Her voice sounded hoarse. She attempted to brush the tears away but it really didnât work. Her eyes were still read, as well as her cheeks.
She got up to unlock the door, for Buck to come in. After he stepped inside the room, he closed the door again. He sat down next to her, and (Y/N) leaned her head on his shoulder.
âWhatâs up?â, he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
âNothing.â Evan shot her a look, that said more than a thousand words.
âThis honestly doesnât look like nothing.â
âI donât want to forget Henry. And I am scared. I have never had a relationship before him. And I still have cramps. And I still donât feel too good in general. And I am scared of giving birth alone. And I am scared of everything else in my life.â Buck looked at her with a concerned expression and immediately pulled her into a hug as (Y/N) began to cry again.
âOk. So, we first go to hospital, because these cramps make me worried, and then we can figure everything else out, ok?â He pressed a sloppy kiss on (Y/N)âs forehead, and she nodded.
âMhm. But you need to help me get up, the baby is in the way.â
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Daddyâs babies
pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x shy!mom!reader
summary: Daddy!Henry takes his babies to Disneyland and engages in some soft kissy sex with his baby bun (Dilf!Henry) (softdom!Henry)
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated/Disclaimer 18+
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âP-please daddy, we want to g-go, donât we lovebugs?â Y/n cooed sitting on the floor of their living, her baby girl Iris nursing soundly on her breast, the soft suckling sounds and baby gurgles filling the room. Henry sitting behind her, his fingers playing with the loose straps of her vest, peeking over at the sight of his baby princess so close to her momma, his baby boy Beau sat on his boppy across from them; clearly milk drunk from his feeding.
Y/n had spent the past few days begging and begging her husband for a trip to Disneyworld, wanting nothing more than to take hundreds of pictures of her tiny tots in their costumes, buying them all sorts of souvenirs and of course the family costumes. Henry would be lying if he said his attention was fully on her words right now, all he could think of was how huge her breasts had grown these past few months from breastfeeding. God almighty it took him an arm and a leg to keep from squeezing them like a stress ball, even being caught by Y/n herself.
âSugar butt, they wonât even remember goinâ there, Beau over there doesnât even remember who I am half the timeâ Henry chuckled looking to meet his wifeâs eyes as she huffed and scooted out of his hold, shuffling over to her baby boy who was near enough asleep after being burped. âF-fine then, you donât care about usâ She whimpered giving him those big doe eyes of hers, even turning around her baby Iris, who she had now given a pacifier to. Her cute little mouth bopping up and down as she suckled on the Disney themed dummy, her big eyes she got from her momma staring right at her daddy. Henry swore his heart clenched right when he saw his baby princess looking at him.
âYâall nâ your damn eyes, fineâ
âH-hen look at the baby c-cots theyâre old west themed!â Y/n giggled holding baby Iris to her hip whilst Henry carried Beau on his, sliding in the suitcases with his free arm. âIs it everythinâ ya wanted sugar cube?â He hummed finally locking the hotel room, his arm coming around her waist to bring his daughter and wife closer to his warm broad chest.
âW-we love it, itâs so cute and reminds me of our houseâ Y/n smiled tilting her head up to press a small wet kiss onto her manâs lips, both babies also reaching for each other cutely, they were absolutely inseparable so thankfully the cots were right by each other. Seeing both of their eyes start to lid, their small voices cooing tiredly, it only seemed right that they put their tots down for the night after a long day of driving and gas stops.
âCâmon over âere momma, ya need your sleep nâ so does daddyâ Henry whispered tugging on his wifeâs belt loop, pulling her against his chest as they looked over their beautiful miracle gems. âMissed you today ya knowâ Inhaling her soft fresh scent deeply, he slowly waddled them both towards their huge king size saloon themed bed. âY-you were with me the w-whole day thoughâ Y/n laughed as Henry softly set her on the sheets, already tugging off her denim flares and black polo crop top. His smile widening as he saw all the new stretch marks she had gained, evidence she had carried their family, their baby gems; a proof of their love.
âDoesnât fuckinâ matter, didnât have your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock or anythinâ
âA-and you still canât, t-this is a family friendly zoneâ Y/n scolded shimmying herself up the bed only for her to be dragged down by Henryâs hand on her ankles, her puffy pussy coincidentally coming face to face with his eager lips. âWe can worry about the family friendliness tomorrow, right now itâs me nâ my gorgeous wife. Think she misses my kissies no? As long as youâre quite nâ donât wake up the monsters then itâs okay bunâ
Slowly peppering small onto her second set of lips, his tongue coaxed through her folds to taste her sweet self; baby bunâs little gasps and stifled moans reverberating through their bodies. âMâalready close H-hen, kissy t-too goodâ Y/n whined knowing how sensitive she was, both emotionally and physically after the journey of a pregnancy she had. âI know you are sweet pea, go on, give your man his treasureâ
Within seconds her body was writhing in his hold, her hand over her mouth to make sure she wasnât being too loud, Henryâs hands clamped around her waist as he slurped up all of her juices. âY-your turn?â She breathed out sitting up on her elbows, âNo baby bun, we can do that another time, time for you to get some sleepâ He smiled crawling up on her to kiss her lips softly, with a twinge of tongue just to hear her hum in pleasure.
âYou sure?â
âHundred, now turn over nâ let me spoon my sugar cubeâ
Both of them now nude under the covers, Henryâs hands skimmed up over her sides and curves, moving up to cup her breasts strongly; hoping to teasingly coax some of her milk out but he knew sheâd have been emptied out just from the twins on the road trip. âYou did so good today momma, took care of our gems so well you know that? My precious baby bun such a good woman, my womanâ
âI L-love you so much H-henry, youâre such a good daddy to t-the babiesâ
âI love you too Y/n, swear my life on itïżœïżœ
Throughout the night Henry slowly and gently humped his hardened cock against his sleepy wife, hearing her whine and groan until he finally released all over her bare ass, letting her shift back against him before finally drifting off for the rest of the night.
âa-arenât you two just f-freaking adorable, m-my little chip a-and lumiereâ With the two tots propped up on some pillows, in their chip and lumiere costumes from beauty and the beast, Y/n in her pretty yellow dress as Belle and Henry in a blue suit as the beast. The perfect fairytale family in Henryâs words.
âH-Henry get in beside them, now pleaseâ Picking up each 8 month old onto each knee, Henry smiled with his canine smile into the phone, both babies showing their gummy smiles in their tiny costumes like the absolute cuties they were. The perfect mix of Henry and his Y/n. âOk now go put it on a timer nâ get in here sugar buttâ
âmhm cominââ Setting up her phone against the table she ran over and perched herself behind Henry, her arms coming around his neck from behind, her red painted lips planted onto his cheek. âShould we get âem into the pram and get goin to fantasyland? Get you your well needed pictures nâ souvenirsâ Nodding excitedly they strapped both twins into the two seater pram, their costumes thankfully suited to the hot summer weather, with Henry pushing the pram protectively as Y/n linked her arms with his.
âI-isnât it just magical? Oh wait! We need to g-get them pictures w-with Mickey Henâ Redirecting the stroller to the queue for Mickey, the couple stood in line in each otherâs arms, âyou alright ma? You look absolutely gorgeousâ Swaying their bodies side to side, Henry felt her giggle and laugh against him, twisting her head to the side to press a sweet kiss to his neck. âY-youâre only sayinâ that cause i-im dressed like Belleâ
âNah no way, I prefer you naked than in a dress and ya know that baby bunâ Chuckling they finally moved to the picture spot, with Iris in Y/nâs arms and Beau in Henryâs, each twin cooing happily with their sun hats on with the white sunscreen making their face look painted.
âBaby bun, I- I have a proposition, you can say no if you want butâ
âb-but what?â Y/n asked tilting her bead to the side like a happy little puppy, taking off her costume after the long day, Iris and Beau already tucked into their sleep snuggies and in their respective wooden bassinets.
âThis is out of the blue, but my uh my motherâs here, sheâs seen somethinâ about us beinâ here and she wants to meet Iris and Beau. Well- actually take them off our hands for a few hours to give us some timeâ
âW-what like now? I-iâve only met her a few times a-and that was before I was pregnantâ
âI know thatâs why I wanted to ask you first, weâre a team baby bun, you say no then thats fine, you tell me what you want sugarâ Nuzzling his head against hers he felt her exhale before raising her head, that same soft kind look in her eyes.
âI grew up a-always loving my grandparents, I-iâd hate to rob I-Iris and Beau of that. Your m-motherâs lovely, I-I just wish we saw her more often so she k-knew them moreâ Y/n explained nodding her head with each word, showing that she completely trusted Henryâs mother, she knew how attentive she was with her other grandchildren and she didnât doubt her for a second with Iris and Beau. Although this would also mean this would be the first time she would be away from her babies for more than an hour, already feeling the dreaded motherâs guilt.
With it already being 5PM and time for dinner a rhythmic knock sounded throughout the room, the newly awoken babiesâ eyes curiously looking around the room, their hands wandering in the air frantically. âItâs her sugar, you ready for me to open the door?â Nodding Y/n stood up, wiping her sweaty palms onto her skirt, watching on as Henryâs mother gleefully walked into the room. A pair of purple mickey ears on her head as she instantly reached for Y/n, bringing her in for a hug and an affectionate kiss to the cheek.
âMy beautiful daughter in law, youâve only gotten more beautiful, how I wonder how my son met got youâ Henry scoffed muttering a âthanks momâ watching his mother then turn her attention to the two cuties surrounded by pillows on the bed, the both of them looking at her happily almost as if they could feel the love radiating off their grandmother.
âOh my word, is this my little ittle Iris and Beau, my two precious grandbabies, they are the carbon copy of you Y/n, thank God nothin' like Henry. With that scowl always on his face" Marianne whispered tickling their little stomachs, quickly taking out the mini mickey ears she had gotten just for them, a pink and blue sequinned set.
âAww t-thank you, t-though Iâm thankful they g-got the cleft chin from H-henryâ Y/n laughed seeing Henry pick up Beau and Iris, letting her have her fair share of snuggles of each baby Cavill, the newest additions so far to the family. âMa are ya sure youâre able to handle these two little monsters, they can be quite a handful but weâve already packed everythinâ ya need in this baby bagâ Buckling them into their stroller, Henry tucked the baby bag into the underneath of the stroller, his mother excitedly clapping and exclaiming how excited she was to spend the next few dinner hours with her grandchildren.
âHenry boy, avâ raised 5 boys I think I can handle two more angels, especially if theyâre like Y/nâ
âWell most of the time they are, curious little things really, but deprive âem of the booby milk and it gets scaryâ Henry laughed as Y/n scolded him, hugging his mother one last time as she brought the babies to her hotel room, deciding the easiest option was to order in room service since all they had was simple baby foods and milk.
Meanwhile Y/n had a new feeling in her stomach, a feeling of guilt for simply letting her ânewbornâ babies go despite them edging the ninth month. Her goosebumps wouldnât let down, her legs shaking as Henry shuffled around the room to prepare a hot warm bath for them both, a well deserved one at that. âBaby bun ya ready to come in nâ join me?â Henry called in from the tall ceiling bathroom, waiting eagerly to watch his nude wife in all her glory.
âa-am coming nowâ She called seeing her husband engulfed in a multitude of purple and pink bath bubbled, his hand outstretched to help her into the tub. His hand tightly wrapped around her wrist as she sat between his legs, the water sloshing once she sat back against his snug wide chest. âWhatâs goin up in that pretty mind oâ yours beautiful, you look busiedâ
âD-Do you think i-itâs bad that I let t-the babies go w-with your mom so easily? I f-feel guilty for being away from them for so l-longâ
âwhat? Is that what youâve been tinkerinâ about? Youâre the best wife nâ mother on the goddamn planet, the way you pour your love and affection into everythinâ you do, no one could ask anything more from you. Youâre absolutely perfect baby bun, my little sugar cube is the bestâ Henry whispered against her ear, his voice growling towards the end as his lips attached to her neck and shoulders, kissing it passionately while her head rolled back onto his shoulder. His strong burly arms wrapped around her midsection, one of his hands sneaking up to circle her nipples with his finger, eyes staring as he watched them harden.
âY-you really think so?â Bun replied looking up at him, her doubting thoughts quickly dissolving once he pecked her nose adorably, each of her breasts in one of his hands. âI know so, now sit your pretty little self back nâ let daddy take care of everythinâ alright momma?â
Settling herself back comfortably basking in his radiating body heat, his hands reaching under the water to touch her sensitive clit, his soft hoarse voice hushing her anytime she let out anything louder than a squeal.
âThis ok baby?â
âmhm f-feels so freakinâ goodâ Henryâs lips stayed pressed to her temple as his palm rubbed on her clit, his ring and middle finger already teasing her hole with soft pillowy thrusts, just enough for her hips to thrust themselves upwards clearly wanting more. âI can feel you gettinâ close bunbun, ya wanna finish here or in the bedroom, or both?â
âB-both?â
That was all the confirmation Henry needed for his fingers to thrust his fingers in frantically, her sensitive nub consistently making contact with his palm to bring her to finish, his other free hand that was holding her up was now holding her jaw to turn her head towards him. His lips pursing onto hers, to suck her tongue into his mouth, tasting her cherry lipstick. âGod I love kissin these lips of yours, so beautiful nâ sexyâ
Not even letting her reply as her orgasm washed over her, his finger repeatedly fucking her entrance while his other hand now reached down to rub her clit like a feral beast, her body shaking crazily as she rode out her high. âAww my pretty sugar butt, you always get me so fuckinâ hard whenever you look at me like thatâ
His thumb brushed under her lips, her eyes looking dazed and happy as she happily nuzzled back up straight to sit closer to him.
âThis okay? Or do you want it tied up as well?â Turning off the hairdryer, Henry continued to softly brush through bunâs hair as best as possible, trying to alleviate her head of worries about their babies (even though his mother just sent them a picture of them suckling on their pre-made bottles)
âI-I want it in-in a braidâ Nodding Henry got the strands of hair ready, looking at her lovingly through the mirror, her eyes closed peacefully with her wearing nothing but one of his white vests. Taking his time to get the braid perfect he tied it off with a little tie and carried her up to the top of the bed, pulling back the covers to help her get settled in before he slid in beside her.
This would be their first night without the babiesâ interruption.
âYou wanna jusâ go to bed sugar? or-â
âNo. I-I want thisâ Confidently she reached down and started stroking his hardened cock which was already laying against her thighs, biting her lip she shuffled forward to hook one arm around his neck as he took some of his precum and used it to lube up her pussy, small gasps leaving her at the erotic act. None of them speaking any words but the amount of love and passion in their eyes was obvious, her tits popping out from the sides of his vest as it was clearly ten sizes too big.
âJust gonna take it slow with you sweetpea, make love with ya until my pretty sugar falls asleepâ
With her arms now wrapped around his torso, her head directly above his heart, Henry slipped in his cock into her warm wet pussy, both of them gasping out at the amazing sensation. âSo soft nâ warmâ He whispered kissing her pouty lips passionately, their tongues meeting in a wet kiss as both their hips rolled against each other. Henryâs hand lifted up her thigh to place it over his waist, his fingers tracing over the stretch marks now littering her thighs and lower stomach, even her breasts. Henry couldnât even put into words just how much it made her look like an absolute Goddess that gave him his two precious miracles.
âD-donât touch âemâ
âWhy not bun? Theyâre proof of the amazing journey you took for our family, and they look so fuckinâ sexyâ Henry rebutted shutting her up with a sharp thrust which sent her mewling back into his chest, her palms flat on his back as his slow rhythmic thrusts helped her reach her orgasm quicker, each throw of his hips hitting another angle of her G-spot.
âS-sleepy Henryâ
âYou take all the rest you need baby, take what you need my pretty girlâ He whispered pecking her lips thrice more, his hips still softly rolling against hers even after they had finished, the wet sloshy sounds of their juices filling the room as Y/n found herself falling asleep with her husbandâs cock inside of her.
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PSA: Lumberjack!Henry is back!! Meet his lovely momma who raised this beast, although he definitely got his possessive attitude from his dad who we are yet to meet, and his brothers. Hope you guys enjoy this Disneyland snippet đ«¶
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Stranger Things Preferences
Their Pet Name for you.
(Featuring: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Jim Hopper, Alexei, Murray Bauman, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Henry/001)
Warnings: Mentions of sex. This blog is 18+ Minors do not interact.
A/N: My first preference! There will be quite a few of these across quite a few fandoms so if you'd like to be tagged in future preferences or future stranger things posts please let me know in the comments! :) Also any Russian is taken straight from google translate so pre-apologies if I have butchered it! Enjoy!
Steve Harrington
Steve keeps his pet names quite generic, baby, babe, sweetheart. It's not so much the names he uses but how he says them. Most of the time he's most comfortable using the shortened version of your name or nickname he has for you, but the amount of affection he would put into it would make you melt. If he's being especially flirtatious you'd even occasionally get doll. He doesn't miss the effect it has on you when he calls you that.
Eddie Munson
Eddie is as theatrical with his pet names as he is with anything else in life. He loves to call you princess, especially during Hellfire meetings when he can incorporate you into his campaign. I think Eddie would switch between a few pet names to try to keep it interesting, baby, sunshine, sweetheart. It doesn't matter what he calls you it never fails to give you butterflies. Let's not pretend that if you two are hanging out in his trailer while you joke around and play air guitar together that he doesn't call you his little Rockstar.
Billy Hargrove
Billy's pet names for you depend on two things; his mood, and who you are around. In public you're only getting the less heartfelt pet names, he refers to you as his girl a lot in front of other people. Not only does he love the small smile it brings to your face but it also feeds into his possessive side, knowing that everyone knows you are his. When you two are alone and have been together for a while, Billy finally shoes a softer side of himself. He will compliment you a lot and attach all sort of pet names to those compliments, baby, sugar, sweet thing, still loving to resort to calling you his girl. You're mad at him and he's trying to make it up to you? Get ready for him to bargain his way back into your arms, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers in your ear, "Come on sweetheart, you know you can't stay mad at me."
Jonathan Byers
This soft, shy, adorable baby will probably be hesitant to use pet names for a long time. I honestly doubt you would hear them until you two begin to get intimate and he's too lost in the moment to think about what he's saying. He's pussy drunk and rambling into your neck, pet names would all be soft and sweet while he's chasing his high, beautiful and sweetheart would be at the top of his list. Getting high in his room? This sweet man would be telling you how you're his sunshine, rambling on in his delirium about how you light up his life.
Dmitri Antonov
While this man's English is very good, he still prefers to use pet names in Russian. There's something about the way he looks at you with his intense gaze as he slips back into his native tongue that just turns you into an absolute puddle. His favourites include ĐșĐŸŃĐ”ĐœĐŸĐș (kitten) and ĐŒĐŸŃ Đ»ŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ (my love). The thought of this man holding you while you curl up in bed for the night, arms wrapped around you while he whispers endearing words in Russian into your ear is enough to bring butterflies to your stomach.
Jim Hopper
Let's not pretend like for a goooooooood while this man affectionately refers to you as kid even if you are barely a few years younger than him. He's a tough shell of a man that will refuse to open up or show his feelings for a long time, but when he does you realise its worth the wait. He doesn't throw around pet names and words of endearment a lot as he prefers to save them for moments when he feels it's right. When it's just the two of you and you're sharing a soft moment, sometimes referring to you as darling in his softer moments. Occasionally you might even get a cheeky baby.
Alexei
Another Russian baby, this adorable man will always call you pet names in Russian, it doesn't matter how much his English has improved. It just means more to him coming from his native tongue. His regular go to include ĐłĐŸĐ»ŃĐ±Ń (Dove) and ĐŒĐžĐ»ŃĐč (Darling). Although, Murray taught him how Americans us Pumpkin as a term of endearment as a way to screw with you both and now it's one of Alexei's favourite things to call you. Jokes on Murray because seeing Alexei's face light up as he reaches for you and calls you pumpkin is enough to fall even more in love with him.
Murray Bauman
I feel like Murray cannot find it in himself to call you soft names to start off with. He's still confused by the fact that you even want to be with him, he's not going to possibly embarrass himself further using some pet names that might cross some invisible line he's set up for himself. He refers to as lady a lot, or another unique name that fits your looks of personality. Once this man is comfortable and more secure in your relationship I think the names would still stay light and not too sensitive. You would definitely get honey a lot, I don't think Murray would be able to resist yelling through the house when he gets home, "Honey, I'm home!"
Robin Buckley
Robin would also keep her pet names generic just like her bestie Steve, but less out of originality and more just to play it safe. Robin would have some insecurities going into a relationship after all the careful steps she took just to get to where you two are now. She is hesitant at first to say the wrong thing so she sticks to a lot of sweetheart and babe. One day you were spending time together and she slipped up and called you buttercup. She panicked for a second worrying what you would think of the nickname, but seeing your smile wiped all of those worries away and it became one of her favourite pet names so far.
Argyle
Okay so we all know this cutie is not going to call you any conventional pet names unless he's sober which is not very often. You're going to get a lot of my dude and bro but he does really mean it affectionately with you. Other than that you're definitely going to get a lot of made up names that mean absolutely nothing but to him they mean a lot; wicked lady, cream puff, anything. He would totally refer to you as "my queen" when he lets you into the van which he refers to as your chariot. Your favourite pet name would be the time he said, "My pretty girl is gonna get all the pizza she wants" he couldn't understand your reaction as you couldn't think of what to say next after hearing Argyle call you his pretty girl.
Henry/001
I whole heartedly believe this man would refer to you as pet. He does mean it endearingly but he also can't resist how you scrunch your nose up at hearing the teasing term. He also uses a lot of "My little..." whether it be bird, bunny, dove. He constantly feels the need to protect you and he shows that in his terms of endearment by referring to you as small and innocent. I know this man would call you his good girl, and you will have to pry that thought out of my cold dead hands.
A/N: Hope you guys like this! Reminder that if you want to be tagged in future Stranger things posts or other preferences to let me know in the comments and ill create a tags list :)
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Donât Call Me Kid - Aaron Hotchner
âdonât call me kid, donât call me baby, look at this godforsaken mess that you made me.â
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Summary: Reader confesses their feelings for Hotch, they have an angsty yet adult conversation about it.
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: I was originally not going to give this a happy ending but I got too sad writing it and changed my mind, also yes iâve been writing a lot donât criticize me lol
TW: alcohol mention, angst, age gap, slight physical touch (all respectful, nothing sexual), slight implied daddy issues, fem reader
Rating: G
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Aaron Hotchner was not a man one could approach without a level head. He was rational, always thinking of the most reasonable course of action, weighing every outcome before making any decision. He had to be, as hasty decision-making had cost him more than he cared to discuss.
You knew that, youâd worked under him for two years now and although he didnât discuss his private life all that frequently at work, these weekly team meetups at the local bar taught you more than enough about him as a person. The usual stoic head of the team was kind, funny, encouraging, albeit a bit quiet until he knew you a bit better.
About a year into your time with the team you let slip that youâd never explored the city, and Rossi wasted no time letting Aaron know about it. A week later he was driving you around, explaining the history behind the popular monuments you had requested a visit to, then spending an hour at the Folger Shakespeare Library to admire the historic architecture and impressive selection of literature, and ending the day at the Moongate Garden, watching the sunset on a bench surrounded by cherry blossoms.
From that day you knew if there was anything you needed, all you had to do was ask. Heâd shown you your favorite restaurant, the coffee shop you sat in every free morning you had, reading books heâd suggested you read. You didnât want to admit it, but you had fallen hard for him, and over the last year those feelings became harder and harder to push down.
It was 2 a.m. and the bartender had announced last call, earning a disappointed groan from Penelope.
âWe were just getting started!â She whined, her speech slightly slurred.
âYouâve had more than enough for tonight Babygirl, letâs get you home.â Derek caught her waist, steadying her as she rose from the booth the team had been sitting in.
âI better get going too, Will has to work early so I have to take Henry to school in the morning.â JJ added, playfully rolling her eyes.
The rest of the group finished up their drinks, wrapping up the current conversation before shuffling out of the bar. You said your goodbyes, giving parting hugs before pulling out your phone, ready to order yourself a rideshare home. Your cell service was almost non-existent and the app was taking forever to load, the chill in the air causing goosebumps to form on your bare legs. You raised your phone in the air, trying to gain a better signal as you walked back and forth in front of the bar, growing increasingly frustrated.
Aaron exited the bar as you made another pass by the entrance, tripping as your ankle wobbled in your heels. He was quick to catch you, helping you find your footing once more.
âDo you have a ride home?â He asked, offering you his suit jacket for warmth.
âIâm trying to order a taxi but the app wonât load.â Your frustration was evident, each tap of your finger against the glass of your smartphone just a little too firm.
âYou donât live far, correct? I can walk you home.â He offered, his hand still lingering on the small of your back to steady you. You werenât drunk, not by a long shot, but you didnât handle your liquor the best and although you were mostly there mentally, your center of gravity had been better.
âAre you sure? I donât want you to go out of your way for me.â You countered, always raised to decline at least once when offered anything to remain polite.
âI want to make sure you get home safe, itâs really no trouble.â You knew he was earnest, always such a father figure to every member of the team. You put your phone in your bag, throwing it over your shoulder before turning to walk down the street that led to your apartment building.
You walked in silence for a while, his hand hovering behind you just in case your clumsiness kicked in along your walk. His suit jacket was surprisingly warm, the stiff fabric shielding your bare arms from the cold. You werenât sure why youâd chosen to wear a short sleeved blouse when it was nearing the end of fall, but you suspected it subconsciously had something to do with how well the v-neck showed off your cleavage. You felt a bit pathetic sometimes, finding any way you could to attempt to pull his attention. It never worked, Aaron respected you too much to stare at your figure no matter how provocatively you dressed.
After a few blocks your heel caught on a storm grate, making you stumble forward. His reflexes were impressive as ever, his arm reaching out to catch your waist.
âI swear Iâm not usually this clumsy.â You joked, straightening your skirt as you started again on your journey home. He didnât say anything, but the slight smile his lips formed told you he found your try at humor in an awkward moment amusing.
âItâs just around this corner, Iâll be fine from here.â You tried to wave him off, dying to disappear into your apartment to prevent further embarrassing yourself.
âIâm walking you up to your apartment, I need to see you home safe.â He stated, turning the corner with you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, his domineering yet caring tone making your heart race. This was all becoming too much, the protectiveness, the slight touches, you could feel something burning in your chest, the urge to spill your guts growing stronger by the minute.
He waited for you to punch in the code to the front door of your apartment building before holding it open for you, following you to the elevator up to your floor. You took the quiet ride up, him continuing to follow you down the hallway to your apartment when the doors opened. You opened your bag, fiddling around for your keys for a moment before finding them, your hand shaking as you tried to unlock the door. You finally got it, pushing open the front door and stepping into your messy living room.
âHow are you getting home?â You asked, setting your bag on the small table next to the door.
âIâll order a taxi, Iâm just glad youâre home safe.â He began to pull out his phone, and the liquid courage coursing through your veins told you to invite him in.
âDo you want to come in while you wait?â You offered, handing his suit coat back to him. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and making sure to lock it, never too cautious.
He laid his suit coat over the back of your coach, taking a seat before taking out his phone again to order his ride.
âIt wonât be ready for another 30 minutes, I hope Iâm not overstaying my welcome.â He was far too courteous, and all you wanted to do was tell him how badly you wanted him to stay forever.
âYou could never.â You told him, kicking off your heels before sitting next to him on the couch. You took a deep breath, trying to settle yourself as you picked up the book that was resting on your coffee table. You watched over the top of the pages to see him glancing around the room, scanning the contents until he stopped on the media console across the room. He stood from his place next to you and walked over to it, taking a knee to get down to the same level as your record collection.
âYou have impressive taste.â He stated matter-of-factly, his long fingers brushing across the spines of each album. You gave a quiet âthank youâ as he began to pull a record out, and you placed your book down again to see what had caught his eye.
âI didnât know you listened to The Beatles.â He held up the jacket of the bandâs white album, looking to you in slight disbelief.
âOf course, The White Album is one of the greatest of all time.â You were excited to talk music with him, it was a topic youâd never discussed before and you were always eager to learn more about him. That may have been to your own detriment, because the more you learned about him, the harder you seemed to fall.
You knew a relationship between the two of you could never happen, he was your superior, not to mention twenty years your senior, but something felt like it was pulling you to him no matter how many guys you tried to distract yourself with.
âYou never fail to surprise me.â He smiled, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling just so. You couldâve died right there, content to collapse into a puddle of yearning. You didnât know what came over you, but you found yourself clearing your throat as a rush of adrenaline coursed through you.
âAaron, I have to tell you something.â Your voice shook, but you remained strong in your conviction.
His faint smile turned to a look of concern, quickly rising from his knee to join you on the couch again.
âWhat is it?â He questioned, brow furrowed as he angled his body toward you.
âI-Itâs, nevermind.â That burst of adrenaline quickly faded, his eyes on you feeling like a cigarette burn.
âY/N, whatever it is, you can trust me. I understand if youâre not comfortable telling me, but donât let fear hold you back on my account.â He reassured you, resting his hand on your knee sympathetically. You had to do it, there was no way you could face him every day if you brushed him off without an explanation.
âIâm in love with you.â You blurted out, hanging your head, too afraid of what his reaction would be to dare look him in the eye. The silence that sat between you two felt like it carried on forever, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. After what felt like an eternity he cleared his throat, still holding his hand on your knee.
âWhy do you feel that way?â He asked, trying to understand where this was coming from. He couldnât deny that he had felt chemistry between you, but it wasnât something he could ever entertain acting on.
âOver the last year Iâve gotten to know you in ways I never dreamed I would, Iâve never felt this way for anyone before, even those I once thought I loved in the past. Youâve been so kind, Aaron, youâre an incredible friend, father, leader, how could I be anything but amazed by you?â You felt as though you were rambling, but he seemed so invested in your answer that you didnât care if what you said was rational.
âI understand.â He confirmed, turning silent as the gears turned in his mind. You could tell he was fighting something internally, the look of concentration on his face seeming almost painful.
You pulled your knee out from under his hand, your nerves convinced that he was looking for a way to fire you without creating an HR nightmare. As quickly as you pulled away he had moved closer to you, his hand finding its place on your knee once more.
âLook at me.â He said, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin. You did as you were told, tears threatening your waterline as you did your best to hold his gaze.
âIâm not going to lie to you, you are a very charming young woman and Iâd be honored to pursue something more intimate with you, but we canât. Iâm your superior, and youâre young enough to be my daughter.â He explained, the pain in his expression serving to break your heart in two.
âI donât care.â You were not thinking rationally in that moment, your heart speaking for you instead of your head.
âYou should, this is your future.â His tone held frustration this time, finding your childish response disappointing.
âI am not a child Aaron, I can make my own decisions.â You told him, a tear slipping down your cheek as you grew increasingly frustrated with his stonewalling.
âI know that, but youâre young, you have so much to experience and you shouldnât put that on hold for me, or anyone else for that matter.â Even through his anger he was just trying to steer you in the responsible direction, thinking more about your future than whatever desires he held.
âI have all Iâve ever wanted, my dream has always been to work for the FBI. I donât have any delusions of grandeur, I never have. I want a job where Iâm doing good and a family to come home to when all is said and done.â You explained, and it wasnât a lie. Itâs not that you werenât driven, you clearly had to be to even make it to the bureau, but that was as far as you wanted your drive to take you.
âFor this to work, I can not be your boss, and I wonât ask you to step down.â He continued evaluating each possible risk in your dynamic, and for once you were one step ahead of him.
âYou donât have to, I put in for a transfer to the financial crime unit last week.â You finally let the other secret youâd been keeping slip, and you watched his face drop in disappointment.
âThe team is going to miss you more than you know.â He told you, wishing he had known so he could have convinced you otherwise.
âI know, but I couldnât bare the thought of being around you every day while I feel like this, and I was fascinated by the way their team handled the case we partnered with them on last month. The timing felt right.â You explained, needing him to know that it was not his fault, but a conscious decision you made.
âI just want to try.â You pleaded one last time, hoping heâd let his walls down just this once.
âIf this is really what you want, Iâll take you out next weekend. If weâre going to do this, Iâm going to do it the right way, you deserve that much.â He gave in, letting himself do something personally risky for the first time in years.
âI would love that.â You agreed, all of the anger and frustration that had been building up over the last year finally starting to dissipate ever so slightly.
How it would pay off, only time would tell, but for now, you were content to just get to know him more and show him who you are the best you can.
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YOU'RE ALL I EVER WANTED | Spencer Reid x Prentiss!Reader [bonus chapter]
Description: The one where you realise you like Spencer.
Length: 6.2k
Warnings: mention of when Penelope got shot, but other than that not much. Mentions of sex + body count though there is NO judgement OR SHAMING. Bugsy could be Bisexual/attracted to women if you choose to read it that way, but you don't have to!
authors note: this little bonus chapter is set the week before Emily 'dies' so right before the final second of Chapter Two. Or you can just read this if you'd like to see two morons dancing around their love for one another. Since Iâm uploading today, I realised you needed to read part of this for the next big chapter so that is going to take an extra day or so but it is coming! I hope this satiates the bugspence cravings!!
âYouâre the one, youâre all I ever wanted,
I think Iâll regret this,â
It was warm considering it was one of the last days of Winter, one of the warmest Virginia had in years.
Caseload had been ramped up with the amount of children out on the streets with their friends where any nefarious hands could simply snatch them, or young adults got drunk, or worse, in preparation for Spring Break, their inhibitions lowered to zero making them prime prey. And yet, on a random Saturday at the end of February, the sun peeked out from the dishwater grey clouds, the wind died down, and their phones stayed quiet with the promise of a real day off.Â
And how better to spend a day away from their office than to meet their co-workers in the park for a game of soccer.Â
âMorgan, quit marking me,â Bugsy yelled, dribbling the ball down the small field theyâd commandeered as a pitch, four water bottles stood upright on either end as goal points. But Derekâs laugh was menacing, and she heard his footsteps pounding behind her, advancing on her as if they were kids in a playground, and before long he had swooped in front of her, despite her hand waving out in his direction to shove him away.
Emily was about to call her out for contact, not that she expected her little sister to give a shit, but Derek was too fast for even her where she sat on the side lines with Penelope. The ball went careering away from her, Morganâs quick feet keeping it under much better control than sheâd been able to, even with her hot on his heels, and before long he was shooting to where Aaron stood as goalie, just about rolling it past Hotchâs muscled legs into their goal.Â
Derek whooped, Will jogged over from the other end of the pitch to fist bump his team mate as the younger woman huffed, her college jumper and shorts clinging to her sweaty body.Â
âSucks to suck, baby Prentiss,â Morgan jeered, shoving her shoulder lightheartedly when she glared at him, âGuess you owe me that drink, which I will be redeeming at the next convenience-âÂ
âItâs easy to win when youâre two hundred pounds of muscle and your opponent is a girl who hasnât done sport since high school,â She snapped, her expression grumpy as she fingered the hem of her fleecy top. Derek chuckled, Will returning to sit with JJ as Henry climbed over her legs wanting to play with her long strands of honey blonde hair. He shoulder bumped the girl, hoping to perk up her mood, but she shoved him back as hard as she could, not that it did much since sheâd said herself she was sort of out of shape compared to his rock hard abs.Â
âOh, come on now, Bug, donât be like that,â He said, unphased when she damn near threw her whole body against his, trying to even knock him in the slightest off his feet, her face screwed up in annoyance. âBugsy.â Derek tried again, only for her to ignore him and try even harder. He didnât so much as flinch, âBugsy, youâre being unreasonable,â
She huffed, drawing away from him and glancing at him with a scathing glare. âOkay, terminator, you won this time but I swear one day Iâm going to make you pay for taking advantage of such a fragile little woman like me,âÂ
Emily scoffed, handing her sister a water bottle, âDidnât you take down an unsub alone yesterday? I mean you didnât even have cuffs until Spencer showed up-â
âOh, whose side are you on?â Bugsy snarled, downing a gulp of water and walking back over to where Spencer and JJ were relaxing on a picnic blanket, the former laying on his back with a book spread open using only one of his spindle-like hands.Â
âGood game?â He mused, trying to hide his smirk when she groaned in response, throwing herself down on the grass beside him. She wrestled her sweater over her head which left her in a band tee, her chest still rising with panting breaths as she lay down to his right, glaring at the clear sky.Â
âRemind me to never play him in sport ever again. The man is a Spartan Warrior,â She huffed, barely glimpsing to where JJ chuckled at her defeated expression.Â
âDid you know that the Spartans were actually banned from the Olympics for some time for violating the peace treaty between Sparta and Athens? But one of their athletes entered a chariot race pretending to represent Thebes, a city above Athens in Boeotia, and only when he won did he announce his true identity,â Spencer asked, his nose still buried in his book like he was reciting the very same information off the page. Bugsyâs lips quirked in interest.Â
âThatâs pretty cool,â She murmured, head flicking over to him where he glanced back at her, finally ripping his attention away from his novel. She blinked at him, his âboy bandâ hair as so affectionately named by their unit chief, swooping over his forehead with a few soft, chocolate curls that she moved to fix almost immediately.Â
She missed the way his eyes rounded in puppy love as she did so, a camouflaged smile twitching at his lips, an onset reaction of the butterflies that swarmed his chest.Â
âI like your hair like this,â She said, even though sheâd told him a dozen times already his new hair was dashing, as sheâd put it, âIt makes your eyes look really pretty,âÂ
He cleared his throat, his cheeks heating up because he couldnât handle his reactions when she was so forward, âReally? I always thought they were the colour of dirt,âÂ
Her mouth dropped open, and she shuffled up onto her elbows so they were similar heights, âSpencer Reid, you take that back right now,âÂ
âWow, the government name. I must be in trouble,â He mused, gaze falling to the grass beneath them, dropping his book into his lap even though he felt her annoyance poking holes in his skull.
âThey are not the colour of dirt, Iâve never heard something so ridiculous,â She scoffed, nudging him with the back of her hand in a soft chide and he snickered, looking back up to where she was staring him straight in the muddy hues of his very plain hazel eyes. âTheyâre like, theyâre like-â She tried to come up with an answer, squinting in the soft sunlight that turned the brown shades into liquid honey running off a spoon, her face leaning towards his to catch a closer look at the exact pigment of them, âTheyâre like looking up at a forest on a Summerâs morning, you know? Like when you can see every single one of the leaves because of the light,âÂ
He nodded wordlessly, because no one had ever said something quite so poetic about any part of him before. He fought the urge to look away, wasnât sure he could even if he tried because for a second they were both in a trance, dissecting the otherâs gaze like they were imprinting their colour palettes to memory.Â
âBuggy!â Her head whipped away from him as the blonde headed child came running over to her as fast as his chubby little legs would carry him. He launched himself at her stomach, and her hands quickly caught him before he could wind her, his cheeks rosy behind his bumble bee pacifier. She giggled as he slid down her side, his knees staining with grass as he reached muddy hands out for her face.Â
âWoah, not so fast mister. Who knows where these grubby little paws have been,â She teased, and he laughed behind the plastic sucker, his bluebell eyes a near match of JJâs blinking over at her.Â
Spencer watched her and his godson with besotted eyes, imagining for a split second what she might be like as a mother, if she ever chose to be. He knew she would be soft and yet not lose one drop of the Bugsy playfulness he cherished, just instead parting everything that made her extraordinary onto a mini her.Â
He saw it, like a flicker of a dream, like deja vu, a girl with her hair, her skin, her smile; the one that was impish and guilty like she had a secret, giggling behind a ladybug dummy the way Henry was doing when she forced his dirty hands together to clap; âClap your hands if you smell like fairy farts- Henry!âÂ
The child laughed harder, so hard his pacifier dropped out his mouth with a little dribble, his milk teeth pearly with and tiny in the sun. His chest seized with giggles, his face turning pink as he panted to catch his breath, âYouâre so silly, Buggy,â Â
JJ swooped in to grab his dummy, giving his hands a quick once over with a baby wipe and packing the sucker back into his bag. Henryâs gaze quickly slid up his motherâs arm to where she lingered over his pack, and he was eager to make himself comfortable leaning against Bugsyâs stomach, legs stretching out onto the blankets, his shoes brushing against Spencerâs trouser leg.Â
âJuice, mama!â He shouted, his little voice sweet knowing just how to wrap everyone around his pinky finger, âJuice and Biâkits!â
âWhat do we say, Henry?â Will reminded gently, holding the Ben 10 satchel open while his partner rooted around the bottom of it with a loving smile.Â
âPlease, juice and biâkits,â The boy replied politely, his feet knocking together out of excitement when JJ produced two red pouches and animal shaped cookies. Stepping over where Spence lay sprawled out, watching Bugsy idly stroking over the back of his godsonâs white blonde curls, JJ handed the two of them a drink and snack each, Bugsyâs eyes flying up to the woman in interest.Â
âFor me?â She asked dumbly, wondering if she was to give the second helping to the boy once heâd finished his first or if it really was hers.
JJ shrugged, moving back over to sit beside Will where he wrapped a lazy arm around her waist, squeezing her gently, âI always pack extra for the other kids,âÂ
Bugâs face flattened into something unamused as Henry handed Spencer his juice pouch for him to push the straw in, âIâm twenty six, Iâm not a kid,â She grouched, ripping open the packet of biscuits and shoving a lion in her mouth, âGod, whoever invented these animal shaped pals is genius. Like, why does everything taste so much better when it looks like a monkey smiling up at me?âÂ
The three of them chuckled at her, Emily and Penelope starting up a new game of soccer with Hotch and Derek, David reffing from the sideline. Penelope was ofcourse with Morgan, looking a little pale where she stood in goal, as Emily ran at her in full force with the ball skipping between her feet.
Spence handed the drink back to the boy, picking his book back up as the two of them crunched on their goodies happily.Â
âStory time, Uncle Spencer,â Henry demanded, pointing to the copy of War and Peace in between bites of a zebra cookie.Â
And instead of telling his godson that he would almost certainly hate the complex, adult writing of Leo Tolstoy, Spencer smiled down at him, feeling Bugsyâs eyes roving over his face.
âYeah, storytime, Uncle Spencer,â She jeered, her elbow getting dirty where it dug into the grass as she rolled onto her side to watch him properly, âNever too early to teach the kids about French invasions,âÂ
Flicking her a smirk, he cleared his throat theatrically, and pretended to read from his book, âCharlotteâs Web by E. B. White,âÂ
âThatâs a real magic book you got there, Spence,â The woman snickered, and he smiled into the pages, not daring himself to look at the devilish look she had on her face.Â
âChapter One; Before Breakfast,â Spencer âreadâ clearly, his memory still clear as a bell when his mother had read it to him when he was five, ââWhereâs papa going with that axe?â said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast,âÂ
Bugsy felt Henryâs head slump against her hip, the boy slurping on his juice pouch happily as she punctured a hole in her own carton to take a sip, the two of them listening intently to Spencer recounting the childrenâs book to a scary degree of accuracy.Â
His slender arms looked good with his sleeves rolled to his elbow, she thought offhandedly, his right elbow taking the brunt of his weight as he leaned on it, the other flicking through the Tolstoy novel as if it were the real thing, his long fingers splayed out on the back of the book to keep it open. His eyes kept darting up over the top of the page to see if they were both still listening, which they were, though Bugsy suspected Henry was starting to get tired as his head felt heavy against her skin.Â
Propping her head on her hand, her eyes scanned over the profile of his face. Sheâd always known he was attractive, ever since she opened her dorm room door at John Hopkins and saw him and Morgan waiting for her. Her stomach twisted thinking about how long ago that seemed, that she couldnât remember quite what her world had centred around when it had just been her at college; her mother and father were distant as ever, her sister was a stranger that had all but raised her, boys were just a passing face if she ever let them through her door. Sheâd had her books and maybe two friends, acquaintances would probably be the better term, and her coffee. And that seemed to have been enough, or at least it was enough that she couldnât outright complain about how lonely she felt. Â
And then she met Spencer. And that feeling had disapparated entirely.
Her heart swelled when she looked at him, recounting the beginning of chapter two by now, his forest hues glancing up at Henryâs sleepy, round eyes that watched him in interest. She thought for a moment that whoever his kid was going to be was going to be the luckiest boy in the world. She let herself imagine a boy Henryâs age already devouring books twice his reading age, one with wild, almond curls heâd let grow around his neck like JJ did with Henryâs. She imagined how he would sit him on his lap and let him read the books for himself, so that if he got stuck his dad would be right there to help him behind a proud smile. Spencer; a father. She realised how out of field the thought was before she shook it out of her head, though it had planted itself right in her hypothalamus the second sheâd seen the vision of it.Â
A small smile twitched at her lips, a warmth in the pit of her stomach flickering as she sipped the juice, giggling when Spencer changed his tone slightly so Henry knew someone new was speaking, seemingly enjoying the book almost as much as his audience was. His eyes snapped to her when he heard her, a devious little smile creeping up his lips like they shared the same thought. She wished she could do this every day, lay on picnic blankets and listen to him read, his voice was heavenly, and she thought she might never get tired of hearing him tell her things.Â
Every part of her was consumed when she thought of him like this. It had happened once or twice, like when sheâd driven him home from the doctors after theyâd cleared his MRIâs, when sheâd held his head in her lap on his couch and stroked his scalp, a cold compress over his eyes because his head writhed with a pain he couldnât squash out. When sheâd heard his soft snores as he finally dropped off to sleep and she allowed herself to look at his resting face, perhaps even more angelic than usual, a small indent right between his brows where his expression had been scrunched in discomfort for weeks, one she smoothed over with the soft pad of her thumb. Sheâd felt something then, like her whole body was full to the brim of him, her chest spasming with a feeling like she was coming down with a cold but one that made her feel good, but sheâd brushed it off as seeing him vulnerable and soft compared to the quick as a whip FBI agent she was used to these days. Sheâd do just about anything for him, anything to make him feel better, anything to just make him happy.
Or when theyâd eat breakfast together at his desk, her chair rolled up beside his as they sat together, taking it in turns to do crossword puzzles together because they realised they got competitive when they were allowed to answer all of them at the same time, and Bugsy did not like losing. There had been one morning when theyâd descended into madness because they were both trying to write the answers as fast as possible, their hands smashing together over the boxes, her hand shoving his lithe body away as he had called her a cheater through red cheeked laughter. Rossi had confiscated the paper when things had gotten too physical and sheâd pulled the lever beneath his chair, lowering his seat quick enough he nearly slipped right out. His coffee spilled all over his desk as his arm flew out to grab his desk, and the sight alone made her laugh so hard she almost peed. Heâd pretended to be annoyed at her for all of two minutes as they cleaned up the mess together, but he too had found himself laughing hard enough he was almost in tears because she could barely get two words out without creasing over and holding her stomach in aching barks of noise, the two of them leaning against one another for support. She thought then, if she had breakfast with him every day, whether it be with quizzes or coffee or even a plain bowl of oatmeal, sheâd wake up every day happy.Â
And she thought it then, her heart swelling fat enough to burst as he looked up at her over the top of the leather binding again. Even in the split second he did so her skin had turned to gooseflesh, like heâd grabbed her at her soul and squeezed her whole being affectionately. And it was like she remembered every time heâd made her feel like that, times she thought of it as the fact a girl who received little to no attention growing up was of course going to revel under the gaze of an attractive man with a heart sweeter than cotton candy, it was just psychology. One big Freudian-slip of nonsense. At least that was what she shoved it off as.Â
But looking at him, his hands big enough to grab her face whole, his body long and lithe as he spread out on the blanket, his hair falling so delicately, his tone soft and pandering to the little boy who was dropping off to sleep against her stomach. His whole essence was so Spencer it made her feel at home, like this was what she was created to do, feeling so fulfilled sat with him sipping on a juice pouch as he read to her she could die tomorrow and feel accomplished for only twenty six years.Â
She knew in her gut that wasnât what friends felt for each other; the thought creeping up her spine and over her shoulder like a virus that seized her brain as its own, her expression unwavering as she watched him with adoring eyes.Â
She knew it was wrong, but with him she felt worth something. She felt complete. Like she had everything she ever needed, everything sheâd ever wanted on the nights loneliness had snuck in and sheâd felt like no one would ever understand how the muddied water of her mind worked.Â
But he did. He always had.Â
And it was like she heard a screech in a track record as it came to a stop, her head working overtime with the thought of it.Â
She bit her lip in guilt, as he continued reading, hoping she wouldnât ever ruin whatever it was that sheâd felt, because she might not ever be able to forgive herself if she did.Â
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âItâs over one and below a hundred, and thatâs all youâre getting,â Bugsy said with a teasing smile, her fingers resting on the rim of a very sweet Cosmo, as Penelope and Derek sat opposite them, Spencer to her right with a beer on one of the few times sheâd ever seen him drink. But it had been a good day, and what would be the harm in topping off the day with a cold beverage, âBesides, it doesnât matter anyway, itâs not like they meant much,âÂ
âWe know it doesnât matter, baby Prentiss, weâre just being nosey,â Derek chimed, his fingers wrapped around his own bottle of beer, courtesy of Bugsy which she had paid for with a grumble, a tipsy glint in his dark eyes.Â
It was just the four of them this evening. Will and JJ had taken a sleeping Henry home so they could spend some rare time together seeing as their son was entirely knocked out. Hotch had taken Emily home after David had given her a red card for trying to tackle both Aaron and Derek multiple times during their game, because apparently competitiveness ran in the family. He had tried to gently remind her Aaron was also on her team, but had received a glare that would make any agent cower, and Hotch had suggested maybe it would be best if they got her home rather than fill her with alcohol.Â
Rossi had excused himself home after hearing the colourful things the oldest Prentiss woman called him in Italian, likely contemplating if she meant any of the threats she was making.Â
âAny guy would be lucky to make it to your magic number, honey bee,â Penelope added, her pastel painted lipstick making a cute rim on the straw to her own Margarita, âOr girl! Any girl would be too,â
Bugsy shied away at that, blanking for perhaps the first time because the whole topic of her romantic endeavours was suddenly embarrassing when Spencer was sat right beside her. She had spoken to them before about her college days, and had never once made an effort to hide the fact she knew she had a charm about her that meant she usually could take someone home if she wanted them.Â
So why was it suddenly so difficult to admit in front of Spencer? She knew why, she knew why every single one of them suddenly felt miniscule in the grand scheme of things because they hadnât meant much to her, not when he was sitting boring holes into the side of her head with an unusually tight expression.Â
âWhat does it matter if there were girls, none of them really meant much,â She brushed them off, her face heating up when she finally looked at Spencer, his long fingers picking at the label on his beer with a tight lipped smile.
âWeâre just teasing, Bug, thereâs nothing wrong with any number you could give us. Besides, I guarantee mine is higher than yours,â Derek reassured, squeezing her wrist gently, his eyes sliding to where Spencer seemed to be trying to avoid all eye contact like he wanted the seat to swallow him whole, âSame with you, Kid, thereâs no judgement at this table, weâre all human,âÂ
âI bet you were a real ladies man by that third doctorate,â Bugsy teased, nudging his shoulder with her own because she hated when he went quiet.Â
He looked at her like he was expecting her to be cruel, except she didnât look it, not one bit, instead she seemed a little skittish, no doubt from having the spotlight on her. âWhat makes you say that?âÂ
She bristled, âI mean, come on, Spence, youâre very good looking, youâre the smartest person I know, youâre funny and thereâs like not a single bad bone in your entire body,â She said, becoming increasingly aware of the weight of her words the more she spoke. But it was like the cocktail had loosened her lips, had made it seem entirely normal to essentially tell him how lucky a girl would be to date him, how she had thought about all the reasons she would find him a worthy sexual partner. She watched him blush, granting her a flustered smile, and she looked to Penelope desperately for help, âPen, would you tell him?â
âShe has a point, Reid. You are the full package,â Penelope conceded, her smile illuminating the whole bar as she reached over to hold both their hands in hers, âItâs a shame youâre both strongly planted in the friend zone otherwise the four of us could have really been something beautiful,âÂ
They all chuckled, Bugsy shaking her head and leaning against Spencerâs side when he seemed to ease up, just to remind him she had meant no harm by what she said. In fact, sheâd meant entirely the opposite. Â
She felt his hand lean under the table to squeeze her knee, because he knew what she was thinking, and she felt herself relax at the feel of his touch.Â
âAlright, hereâs a question; winner gets a free shot on the next round. What was your worst date?â Morgan poked, noticing how the two youngest agents seemed to scooch towards one another almost as if they hadnât realised, as if they were working off their own orbit, until they were pressed right up against one another, their elbows brushing against one another, âDoesnât have to be sexual, could just be bad table manners,âÂ
âI havenât really been on a date before,â Spencer tried to weasel his way out of the question, Bugsyâs head whipping to him in surprise, âThere was that one time I met that girl Austin for coffee, but that was pretty great,â
She bit her cheek in annoyance. Sheâd forgotten about Austin, the bartender that sheâd told Spencer to go after, because she was so sure that a good looking doctor like him deserved someone kind and attractive like Austin had been. She remembered how sheâd seen her ocean blue eyes roving over her friend, how at the time it hadnât meant much to her, because she couldnât really blame her for thinking he was hot, how now it stirred something in her tummy that she feared felt like jealousy.Â
She dared herself to stop the bombarding thoughts of what âpretty greatâ entailed exactly, and busied her face by looking to Morgan for his turn.Â
âMy man,â Derek said with a wicked grin on his face, watching Spencer cower away from the attention though there was something guiltily proud in the smirk that grew on his face that said Spencer was somewhat pleased with his answer. In the scheme of things, heâd gotten lucky, pun intended. The only woman to ever say yes to a date with him had been sweet, even if heâd quickly made it clear he wasnât looking for anything more with her, and even then sheâd been understanding.Â
âYour turn, Morgan,â Bugsy reminded, trying to be as cool as possible despite the fact her stomach felt flipped upside down at the sound of a woman she hadnât thought about in two whole years. She didnât know what had gotten her so territorial in a matter of seconds, but she hated every moment of it.Â
âWell, Iâm sure youâll be pleased to know ladies, that someone has in fact put Derek Morgan in his place before,â Derek said, with a clap of his hands, and Bugsy and Penelope shared an amused eye roll.Â
âWho knows how big your ego might be if this goddess among women hadnât acted when she did,â Bugsy drawled, Penelope giggling into her lime wedge as Derek laid a hand on his chest in faux hurt.Â
âIâm telling you, Iâm a changed man. I tasted my own medicine, Sugar, and it was bitter,â He said melodramatically, and even Spencer shook his head with a laugh, because Derek was a diva when heâd had a few to drink. âWe go out to a lovely restaurant, I pay ofcourse, being the gentleman I am, and then we decide to go for some drinks after to round the evening off,â
âAny girl's dream come true,â Penelope jumped in, giggling when Derek wrapped an arm around her shoulder, like they were on a date themselves.Â
âThat was exactly my thoughts, babygirl.â Derek flirted, taking a swig of his beer, âAnyway, I maybe have a little too much of the good stuff, nothing particularly worrying. Weâre laughing, weâre vibing, and then we go back to my place,âÂ
âHere we go, the real good stuff,â Bugsy chimed in, nudging Spencer with her elbow as the two of them snickered like tweedle dum and tweedle dee. âFifty Shades of Morgan,â
âPipe down, lover girl,â Derek barked through laughter, Penelope barely making it through a sip of her own drink without smiling, âSo as I was saying, Iâm feeling a little worse for wear, sheâs a little drunk too, so we move past it, and then we get to my room,â
âBow chick a wow wow,â Bugsy sang teasingly, to which Spencer chuckled and taking a sip of his own drink.Â
âWell, you would think, honey bee, since I am known to the women for my experiences in bed, some may call electric,â Derek slurred, holding her hand gently over the table to which she laughed even harder.Â
âHuh, I must have missed that email,â She teased back, taking a long final sip of the dregs of her drink.Â
âYou wound me,â He replied, shaking his head, and turning to look at Penelope seriously, like he was sat in a confession booth, âSo anyway, weâre in my room, about to get jiggy with it, only when I take my boxers off I find my soldier is sort of-â He paused, swallowing and looking at Spencerâs red face where he was trying desperately not to break, âYou know. Unable to stand to attention,âÂ
Bugsy spat her drink across the table, the action alone making Penelope laugh so hard tears sprang to her eyes, the younger girl coughing as she choked on her drink, and Spencer patted her on the back until she reclaimed some composure.Â
âOh, god,â She gasped, her hand thumping her chest as she tried desperately to get a hold of herself in between the loud cries of glee and winding herself, âDerek-â
âHey, laugh it up, Bug, it worked out alright in the end. Our second date really was electric,â He replied with a smug smile, as the girl finally caught a breath, her lash line watering with tears as she grabbed for some napkins on the table to clear up her mess.Â
âIf you say so,â She said, her voice croaking as Spencer offered her a sip of his drink to wash her throat out. She took a small mouthful of beer, handing the bottle back to him with a grateful smile, and she tried no to think about the fact that germ wise, they had essentially just kissed.Â
âYour turn,â Spencer said, something amused in his eyes as she looked at him somewhat betrayed, âWhatâs been your worst date?âÂ
She sighed, wiping beneath her eyes with her sleeve, âIf you must know, and because I really do want that shot,â She started, clearing her throat one final time, âI was seeing this guy in New York over Spring break, Sean something,âÂ
âSean something?â Derek asked, âYou didnât know his last name?âÂ
She shrugged, fighting the urge to crawl into a small ball of embarrassment because surely what Morgan said had set the bar for judgement high, âWe didnât exactly do much talking when we saw each other,âÂ
Spencer hid his frustration in a fake smile, though one look at his furrowed brow would have given him away instantly. Luckily, they had their eyes on her long enough they didnât catch a glimpse of his expression. It wasnât that he would ever think less of her for being with someone else, who wouldnât want her, but hearing about it made his inside boil with jealousy he didnât even know he would have ever felt.Â
âAnyway. I felt like a change of scenery and my mother was bothering me for a lunch date since she was in New York for the month, so I took him and two of his friends out to Italy for a long weekend,â She went on, ripping up a napkin for something to do while she spoke, and she felt Penelope staring at her agog.Â
âYou took a casual fling to Italy for a change of scenery?â The bubbly woman asked, her mouth dropped in shock, âCan I sleep with you?âÂ
Derek laughed, and Spencer went bright red when he jumped to ask the same question though he knew it was entirely coarse. Maybe it was the beer loosening his tongue, or maybe it was the fact he wondered what the two of them sitting in a sunny vineyard like a rich old couple would look like, he wasnât sure.Â
âPlay your cards right, Princess,â Bugsy teased, clearing her throat to continue, âAnyway. Weâre there for two days and the final evening Sean and I get into a bit of a disagreement over something dumb; I think him and his friends were being too loud and we were getting complaints. Anyway, we kiss and make up for the evening, we go out to a club. We go back to the hotel, get jiggy with it as you put it, and when I woke up the next day, the bastard had taken the bag with all our boarding passes and came back to America with his friends without even waking me up.â
Their mouths fell open, Spencerâs brows shooting into his hairline in worry, âThat sounds awful, Bug,â
She shrugged again, messing with the pile of ripped up paper sheâd created, âItâs nothing. I spoke the language so I got by okay, and luckily I kept all my cash in my purse so I hitched a ride to the airport and got on the next plane, except the only available one landed me in California so I had to wait for a transfer over to Baltimore. By the time I got back, his roommate said he was with some other girl,â
âWhat an asshole,â Derek said, shaking his head as he said so, but Bugsy raised her shoulders again.Â
âI really know how to pick them,â She said, swirling her lime piece around the bottom of her glass, âAnyway, the hotel staff felt bad for me and gave me a free bottle of Pinot Noir on them so it didnât work out all bad,âÂ
Sensing it was somewhat of a sticky subject, Penelope jumped in with her usual wit, âAs much as I would love to give you the shot, buttercup, this gal took a bullet on her last bad date so I will be collecting that prize if itâs all the same to you,â She said, her bubbly attitude quickly throwing metaphorical glitter over the subject, collecting Bugsy's empty glass and her own together as her and Morgan moved to shuffle out of the table for another round.Â
Bugsyâs eyes widened, âWhat?â She stopped, and she looked at Spencer to see if they were playing some sort of joke on her only to see him unsurprised, âWhat!?âÂ
âIâll tell you about it some other time, sweet cheeks. Right now I have a tequila, salt and lime with my name written all over it,â Penelope chirped, waltzing up to the bar with her muscle two paces behind her as he drew out his wallet to put down for the next round of drinks.Â
âWell, I suddenly feel like an asshole for complaining about being left in a nice hotel alone,â Bugsy said, her head resting on her hand as she looked over at Spencer who ran his finger over the emerald green bottle.Â
He snorted, âTell me about it, I said that my last date went wonderfully,âÂ
They met eyes in the dark lowlights of the bar and shared an amused grin, like they knew it was cynical for them to laugh except they really did feel like morons for complaining about how bad they had it when Penelope had all but joked about her situation.Â
âI am sorry that happened to you, though,â Spencer said, his hand creeping over the leather seat to where hers sat on her thigh, âThat must have been really scary. Why didnât you call Emily?âÂ
Bugsyâs face tensed, âWe werenât really speaking then, and I knew if I told her or my mother Iâd get the same lecture about being irresponsible and careless. I think I thought Iâd rather do it alone,âÂ
Spencer pouted, braving enough to move his hand up to take hers in his own. Maybe it was the second bottle of low percent beer, or maybe it was because sheâd flickered with something genuinely saddened when sheâd said it, and Spencer thought that in every instance of her story sheâd had little to no one to turn to for help.
She had been alone, and the thought of it crushed him.Â
He grabbed her hand, her head snapping to him and praying she didnât find pity there because she hated that. Except she just saw him, those mossy eyes looking rounder and more lovely than ever when she regarded him.Â
âYou donât have to feel alone ever again, you know that right?â He asked earnestly, giving her fingers a little squeeze, and she felt her tummy do that stupid turn all over again. It was like she had an upset stomach except that was a complete antonym of what it was, like her stomach was so unbelievably overjoyed that she could barely even hold it together without wanting to ask him what it was he had done to suddenly turn her into some sort of feral creature for every little movement he made.Â
Except there wasnât just one thing, it was everything about him. Everything.Â
She smiled at him, more bashful than she had ever felt for him, and against her own instincts she slipped her fingers in between his own so they had their every digit laced together, and it was suddenly so much bigger than two friends chatting in a bar.Â
She knew it then, felt it realer than ever, like a stop sign slapping her clean across the face and shattering every bone in her skull.Â
She just hoped she wouldnât regret it.Â
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movies
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*updated regularly
smut = â
angst = đč
fluff = đ„
Rafe Cameron-
First Timerâ
Dealer!Rafe Cameronâ
The Cameron Boysâ
A Night to Rememberâ
Please be Mineâ
Satisfactionâ
Sleepy Convosâ
Risky Callâ
Morning Rafeyâ
Jj Maybank-
Yard Worker!Jj Maybankâ
Double Teamâ
Nate Jacobs-
jealousy, jealousyâ
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bratâ
A Feeling Unknownđ„
My Cum Toyâ
Nick Nelson-
Cheaterâ
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Cheater pt2â
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Cheater pt3â
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Cheater pt4đč
Charlie Bushnell-
Fair Dateâ
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Vinnie Hacker-
Streamer Headâ
Drunk Funâ
Sly Boyâ
Birthday Presentâ
Bryce McKenzie-
Addictedâ
Kj Apa-
Modelâ
Breed Meâ
Free Useâ
Baby By Meâ
Matt Sturniolo-
Beach Dayđ„
Morning Hornyâ
Quickieâ
Movie Night Teaserâ
My Nerdy Boyâ
First Timeâ
Harry Collett-
Video game Loverâ
Charles Leclerc-
Need Loveâ
Chris Sturniolo-
Gamerđ„
Movie Night Gone Rightâ
You're Mineâ
Overstimulationâ
Stream Teaseâ
David Corenswet-
Daddy's Boyâ
Manu Rios-
Work For Itâ
Harry Styles-
Make Up or Make Outâ
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Ross Lynch-
Double Troubleâ
Dylan Minnette-
Double Troubleâ
Shower Timeâ
Steve Rogers-
First Dateâ
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The Boys-
Table Talkâ
Drew Starkey-
Hot Jealousyâ
An Award of my Ownâ
Your Brothers Best Friendâ
Nico Greetham-
Sweaty Loveâ
Noah Beck-
Rough Loveâ
Chris Hemsworth-
My Boyâ
John B-
Double Teamâ
Prince Henry-
My Good Sideđ„
Ryan Reynolds-
Teaseâ
Brady Hepner-
Wild Sideâ
My Useâ
Sam Golbach-
Newly Wedsâ
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Colby Brock-
Newly Wedsâ
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Tanner Buchanan-
Edgedâ
Chris Evans-
Lesson Learnedâ
Ryan Garcia-
Breakfast in Bedâ
Ethan Landry-
Ghost đč
Eijiro Kirishima-
Gamer Fuelâ
Katsuki Bakugo-
Gamer Fuelâ
Jacob Elordi-
Free Useâ
Jack Harlow-
A Wantâ
Scott Summers-
Time Fuckedâ
Stiles Stilinski-
A Dream Cum Trueâ
Richard Madden-
Work Petâ
Steve Harrington-
Gay For Youâ
Hughie Campbell-
Shy Boyâ
Bellamy Blake-
Supply Collectorsâ
Jensen Ackles-
Hard Workerâ
Prince Ben-
New Kidâ
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Harry Hook-
New Kidâ
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Rudy Pankow-
My First Timeâ
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Simon "Ghost" Riley-
Bf Headcanonsâ
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Phone Sexâ
A Giftâ
Captain Price-
Brattyâ
Chace Crawford-
Co-Star Funâ
Bill Skarsgard-
Affairâ
Dick Grayson-
Woundsâ
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Robby Keene-
Winner Winnerâ
Noah Centineo-
Bed Breakerâ
Jake Gyllenhaal-
Spiderman Far From Doneâ
Tom Holland-
Spider Man Far From Doneâ
Wolverine-
Fucked Senselessâ
Hole Usedâ
Deadpool-
Hole Usedâ
Joe Goldberg-
My Husbandđč
Lip Gallagher-
New Feelingđ„
Rome Flynn-
My Bitchâ
Joe Burrow-
Letting Off Some Steamâ
Charles Melton-
Gym Brosâ
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Request Part 2
Hi, I love your stories and I was wondering if you could make a transformation story about socks and/or underwear based on these images here.
deviantart.com/sebleloot/art/Guy-in-white-socks-1103419665
Henry noticed his boyfriend of five years had been sort of silent the last few days. He didn't talk much with him at all. He was almost giving him the silent treatment. He wondered what could be bothering him.
"What's the matter, Leo? You haven't been yourself recently." Henry asked him, hoping for some answer other than a few words.
"Really, like you don't know?" Leo paused showing some frustration over the question. "So, you really are going to pretend that something didn't happen?" He added, pulling out his phone.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Henry quickly responded back curious as to what Leo was referencing. Leo pulled up a video on his phone and showed it to him. It was one of himself kissing another guy at the club several days ago. He recognized the guy as one of his ex-boyfriends. He then remembered that he had gotten really drunk that night and was making out with his ex before he realized it.
"This was sent to me by one of my friends on the night that you said you was working late at the office." Leo spoke, waiting for some kind of explanation.
"After work late, one of my coworkers invited me out to the club for some late-night fun. So, I was working late as I said." Henry paused his explanation. "I sort of ran into my ex and was really drunk after several drinks. I didn't know what I was doing till it was too late. I am really sorry, babe." He apologized to Leo.
"You should have come home instead of going out to the club. I am still upset regardless of how you end up kissing him." Leo wasn't accepting his apology.
"I really am sorry, babe. Forgive me." Henry spoke, noticing that Leo still wasn't accepting the apology. "Please, tell me how I can make it up to you. Anything." He added, basically pleading for his boyfriend to forgive him.
"Anything?" Leo asked him back.
"Yes, anything at all, just name it." Henry reiterated how sorry he was about the passionate kiss with his ex on a drunk night.
"There is one way to make it up to me. The only way actually." Leo opened up his TF Pro app. "Be my socks for a week and all is forgiven." He added as he put the setting in the app.
"But you promised never to use that app on me." Henry begged, realizing what would happen to him if he was turned into socks. He had smelled Leo shoes before, and it wasn't pleasant. "Maybe something else, baby?" He asked
"It's this or nothing." Leo quickly responded with a serious look on his face.
"Okay, one week." He reluctantly agreed as Leo hit the flash option. In an instant, he was quickly turned into a pair of socks. He felt himself being handled in Leo's hands. Next thing he knew he was fitted on to his boyfriend's feet.
"You feel really good as socks, babe. It will be only for a week though." Leo paused. "Gym time is going to be so much fun." He added and laughed.
Henry spent the rest of the day and night on Leo's feet and was hating it. Being walked on was so painful. It felt like every nerve ending was on fire. Being worn was even worse than he had imagined it would be like. Not to mention that his boyfriend's feet had a little odor on them. He was up close and personal with it.
The next morning, Leo removed Henry from his feet to bath but was put back on for going to the gym. He chose his favorite gym shoes to wear. He sniffed them and the odor strong and repugnant. The thought of Henry trapped in there for the next two hours made up for him having that passionate kiss with his ex. He finished getting ready and headed out to the gym.
Henry thought he was transported to hell. The odor was so strong, if he had nostrils, they were flair up like crazy. The insoles were so worn out that it hurt being crushed up against them. Combined that with the foot odor made it an unbearable prison to him. It wasn't until thirty minutes later that he realized it would be far worse. As Leo began an intense workout, his feet began to sweat. He was literally absorbing all that sweat. He was soon soaked in sweat and musk. He couldn't wait till the week was finally over.
ONE WEEK LATER.....
Leo hit the flash option and saw Henry reformed back into human form again. "How was it like being my socks for a week?" He asked him.
"Horrible. I don't ever want to go through with it ever again. You wore me every day and your gym shoes reek so bad. But at least you have forgiven me now." Henry spoke, feeling relieved his nightmare was finally over. He saw Leo smiling about something.
"Actually, it's not. You will be my socks several times out of the week for the next five years. Then you will be forgiven." Leo spoke ask he hit the flash option on his phone again. He placed the socks back on his feet. "I really do enjoy wearing you on my feet, babe." He spoke as he focused back on the tv show he was watching.
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Hi Cheleahđâ€ïž
drunk sex with Sherlock(Henry) plsđđ
hi baby! another request done, hehe. I hope you like it even with how short it is.
summary - your husband fucks you after a few drinks.
warning - smut, intoxication, swearing, creampie.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You moan, feeling his slow but rough movements against you. Sherlock moves inside of you, whispering slurred drunken words into your ear. âSo fucking tight and warm, my best darling.â He groans, gripping your hips roughly, thrusting harder and deeper. Your mind is fuzzy from the intense pleasure mixed with the alcohol. The feeling of his thick member sliding in and out of you feels excellent. Everything felt so electrifying, so raw and passionate. Your husband looks deep into your eyes, smirking as he notices your glazed-over look matches his. âMy precious little darling, letting me have you even while intoxicated.â The scent of whiskey on his breath causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head and your walls to clench around his throbbing member.Â
Sherlock cups your cheek, instructing you to wrap your legs around him as he picks up the pace, slamming into your sweet spot deep inside. You cling to him, not daring to let go of the man you love, the man currently splitting you open over and over again. You feel shivers roll through your body, a bliss washing over you as your back arches and your juices flow out of you. Sherlock snaps, becoming feral in his drunken state, pinning you down into the mattress and pounding you into it. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream.Â
He buries his face into your neck, grunting when his balls tighten and his cock throbs wildly, thrusting as deep as he can before he lets go. Thick spurts of cum fill you to the brim, leaking from your full cunt. You whimper, trembling underneath him as his cum continues to shoot out of his mushroom tip. âGood girl, such a good girl.âÂ
thank you for reading!
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MDNI, Mentions of sex but no smut, violence.
Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel OâHara whoâs scow immediately returned to his face as soon as you and your daughter were out of sight. Wasting no time to march to the elevator and hit the button to your floor.
Baby daddy!Miguel who couldnât help but let out a scoff in disgust when he turned the corner of your hall and saw Henry sitting on the floor against your door. Not noticing until he was close enough that he was passed out, head lulled to the side, and an occasional snores leaving him as Miguel glared down at him.
Baby daddy!Miguel who had to resist the urge to wake him up with a swift punch in the face, and not stop until he wasnât conscious again.
Baby daddy!Miguel that opted to instead nudged him with the side of his foot. Wanting to see what bullshit heâs spew out first.
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What you ever say in this guy, Miguel will never understand, what youâd see in any guy that wasnât him heâd never understand. Although to be fair, when you were with him, he probably wasnât as pitiful looking as this.
âNot so much of a cocky ass now huh?â He couldnât help but mumble to himself before taking the heel end of his foot and nudged the smaller male's knee. âWake up.â
After a few more nudges, Henry woke with a loud snore, droopy eyes looking around in confusion before he finally noticed the legs in front of him. Neck cracking up slowly until he was met with the sight of Miguelâs body hulking over him. The overhead lights casting a shadow over his face so he couldnât read his expression, and if Henry was just a tad bit less drunk, heâd feel the death-like glare being casted on him.
âWhereâs (Y/N)?â He slurred, remembering why he was outside your door in the first place.
âNone of your business.â Miguel retorted, hands crossing in front of his chest. Despite his scary guard dog aura, Henry tsked in annoyance as he began to stand.
âI think knowing where my girlfriend is my business-â
âSheâs not your girlfriend anymore.â
Silence filled the air as Henry was finally able to get himself up on two feet, before a scoff left his lips.
âShe already told you. Iâm not surprised.â Now it was Miguelâs turn to scoff.
âOf course she told me. I'm the father of her child-â
âI knew something had to still be going on with you two.â Henryâs finger jabbed into Miguelâs chest, his drunken slurring forming into a bit of a hiss. Not phasing the bored look on Miguelâs face. âIâm not fucking blind, Iâve seen the way you looked at her. Youâre still in love with her.â
âLook, Iâm not wanting to cause any problems,â thatâs a lie, âbut itâs obvious youâve had too much to drink and are just talking nonsense. She doesnât want to see you, alright? So how about you walk away and leave her and my daughter alone.â Miguel spoke calmly, not denying the allegations thrown his way before they both knew it was true.
Miguelâs hand found its way to Henryâs back, not-so-gently pushing him towards the elevator and away from your front door.
âIâm not stupid as you think I am, man.â Henry retorted, planting his heels into the wooden floor to stop himself, before turning around to face Miguel again. âYouâre not over her, you donât think I knew what you were doing at the barbecue when you were dancing with her? Practically fucking her in front of me.â Miguelâs jaw clenched to keep himself from acting irrationally as Henry hissed at him like a dog ready to attack. âThe way you always try to one up me in front of her. Iâve seen your messages to her, the old photos, the Spanish nicknames-.â
âAlright thatâs enough dude.â Miguel interrupted him. Tone returning to its harsher original one.
âIâm not surprised the minute the opportunity comes, she runs back to your ass!â Henry shoved against Miguel, causing no recoil from the larger man.
âIâm not the one who cheated on her.â Miguel snapped back.
âYeah, but you were just waiting for the opportunity for me to fuck up. Look like someâŠknight in shining armor.â
âOkay, man letâs go. Youâre not gonna be able to finish this fight. Go home.â Thatâs when he felt it, a harsh pain on the side of his face. He didnât realize till he touched his cheekbone and hissed at the throbbing sensation that came from the area that had transpired.
Henry just punched him in the face.
âI wanted to be nice. You already put her through a lot of shit in the past few days.â He mumbled as he rubbed the stop that was sure to bruise black and blue. âBut you decided to make this more difficult for yourself.â
Henry didnât have a chance to reply before his back collided with the wall, air being knocked out from his lungs as Miguelâs hands found their way to Henry's throat.
âYou wanna know what happened the night she caught your ass sleeping with another girl?â The question was rhetorical.
ââŠWhat?â Henry asked, voice meek under the weight of Miguelâs hands.
âI got her to stop crying, comforted her⊠got her some food⊠then I started fucking her till she starts to cry again.â
âYou son of-â Henry began, trying to thrash his way out from under Migue, only to have more pressure applied to his throat. He quickly stopped when he felt himself become light headed, arms that were around Miguelâs wrist drop back down to his sides, and a cough left his throat when the hands around his neck loosened slightly so he could breathe a bit more properly again.
âYouâre gonna shut up and listen, and listen good.â Miguel began, his voice dropping down to just above a whisper. Allowing Henry to let out a frantic nod before continuing. âI was the one who comforted her when you fucked up and broke her heart. I was the one who was there to pick up the pieces, not you. Iâm the only one who knows her better than she knows herself. Iâm the father of her child, me. It was always gonna be me. You werenât the one who changed her babyâs diapers, you werenât the one who taught Gabi to ride a bike, you werenât there for her like I was. You never will, because when it comes down to it, sheâll pick me over you, every. damn. time.â
Miguel didnât know what felt better, finally getting Henry to shit his smug ass up, for being able to get all his frustrated thoughts out in words.
âSheâs mine, sheâs always been mine, she's always going to be mine. So donât for another second, think that you can just walk back into her life and act like you own her. You donât own shit, you understand?â Miguel finally ended his rant, eyes narrowed as he waited for Henryâs response. Satisfaction flowing through his veins when the smaller male looked like he had just just been face to face with the grim reaper himself.
âI-yeah, yes-I understand.â Henry finally stuttered, face paled, and eyes wide.
âGood, now I want you to walk out of this building, and walk out of her life. If I see you or hear you trying to talk to her ever again, Iâm not gonna do as much talking next time.â
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Hey! Welcome to my humble corner of the internet. Quick facts about me: I am 23, a college student in the American Midwest region. I haven't been super active in the fanfic world in a few years so my skills are a little rusty.
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Requests are Open!! (updated 9/23/24)
Spencer Reid One-Shots (* denotes smut/sexual content)
An Old Friend
Cocktail Hour*
Three's Company
Taking Matters Into Our Own Hands
All Apologies*
Sacrifices (xstudent!reader, non-romantic relationship)
Blue Velvet
Birthday Blues
Genius 2.0, part two
Baby Fever*, part two, part three
Momâs Night Out
Shut Up and Drive*
You Didnât Come
Pavlov Would Have A Field Day With You*
Bad Idea, Right?* (my personal favorite)
Ride
Nesting Mode
Isn't That Sweet?*, part two
Nailed It*
Stress Relief*
Too Drunk To Drive
Laid*
Blame It
Back Home Again
Kiss Me, Kiss Me
Challenges (x deaf!reader)
Lucky Ones
Thursday Night Date Night
Some Days Are Diamonds, Some Days Are Stone
I <3 My Boyfriend*
Pink Roses
Vanilla*, Part Two*, Part Three*
The Gift
Syllabus Day
Vacation
Sawyer and Spencer
Rocky Mountain High
Kissing Someone Else
Mine
Hung Up
Count Your Luck
Mild
Spoiled
Satisfied*
Who I'd Be
I Can Dream About You*
You're The One
Champagne Coast
What Do We Do Now?
The Lunch Press
Subtle
Relax
Line My Eyes and Call Me Pretty*
It's Better To Ask For Forgiveness
The Most Dangerous Game*
More Than A Woman
Spencer In The Bathroom
Amusing For Who?
Comfort, pt.2
Untitled- Blinded Reader
All In
Blurbs
Spencer trying to get his son to wear shoes
First day nerves
Munch!Spencer*
Tell It To My Heart
How Stupid
Spencer Doesn't Stop You From Walking Out
Manhandling*
can you feel my love?/ rising with the heat above
Secrets
Depressed Spencer finds his light
Spencer's daughter says she wants mommy
Spencer cleans your glasses
Morning domestic bliss + peek a boo w/ a baby
Requests
Spencer assures you that you're not just a listener
Reader shows Spencer their new tattoo
Singer!Reader pt. 2
Spencer's gf goes undercover
Interrupting Spencer with kisses
Chef Reader
Reader and Spencer become Henry's godparents
Reader is a klutz and everyone thinks she's in trouble
Spencer comforts an overwhelmed reader
Spencer's teen daughter has a boyfriend, part two
Reader owns a coffee shop named after Spencer
Reader is feeling burnt out
Pushing the Reader away because of his addiction
Reader gets a breast reduction
Energy Drinks
Reader has a hysterectomy (breeding kink)*
Series
It Takes A Village: When Naomi comes into his life, Spencer has no clue about fatherhood
Untitled Crossover
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My friend sent me a gif of this kiss the other day, asking why it's "kinda innocent but so fucking hot"...
Exhibit A - The kiss:
Naturally I've been overthinking it ever since, because she's absolutely right, it is both adorably innocent and insanely hot all at the same time. It also happens to be one of my favourite kisses in the whole film, so let's explore it further, shall we?
In the White House garden (Exhibit B, below), Henry has just come to the realisation that, not only is Alex straight, and definitely not interested in him, Alex is also completely oblivious to the fact that Henry has been flirting with him this whole damn time. He's sad and hurt and drunk, and when he kisses him it's an impulsive, almost helpless reaction to those feelings. It's an act of desperation, with no real hope of reciprocation, which means that when Alex actually kisses him back, he's not remotely prepared for it... so he freaks out and bolts.
Exhibit B - Henry kisses Alex (and Alex kisses back):
Then we come to the Red Room where, this time, Henry is the one taken off guard (Exhibit C, below). He's presumably spent the last month berating himself for his drunken stupidity, only for his apology to be cut off before he can even make it.
He doesn't have much more than a second to think about it, let alone rewrite his entire world view, but he knows what he wants, so he literally grabs the chance he never thought he'd get with both hands and kisses Alex as hard and as hungrily as he can.
Exhibit C - Alex kisses Henry (and Henry kisses back):
So, when they finally make it up to Alex's bedroom for their late night tryst (Exhibit D, below), one can only imagine that they've both been thinking about little else all evening. Add to that, Henry has likely been thinking about little else for months (if not years), and he wants everything. It's hungry, urgent, desperate... and hot as fuck. *ahem*
Exhibit D - All the kisses:
By the time we reach this kiss, though, the kiss (Exhibit A, above), the last one of the night, they're more relaxed in each other's company than they've possibly ever been before. They're both satisfied (because I refuse to accept a universe in which Alex didn't reciprocate in some way, no matter how inexplicably put together Henry looks afterwards - seriously, he's still wearing his jacket? And his bow tie isn't even a little crooked?!) and they've instinctively fallen back into their usual dynamic, pulling each other's pigtails, only now the flirtatious undercurrent isn't so 'under' and inevitably their roughhousing quickly turns into more kissing.
Except it's not hungry or desperate or urgent like all the other times, it's not a means to an end, it's affectionate, playful. It's a kiss just for the sake of kissing and, incidentally, I'm willing to bet that's why Henry bolts again (Exhibit E, below), because he realises it too. That this isn't just a one night stand to get Alex out of his system. That there really could be something more between them, and that terrifies him.
Exhibit E - Poor baby:
Anyway, that is why I think it's got such an innocent vibe (they really are just playing around), but the levity of the moment doesn't change the way that Henry pushes him back against the cushions, nor the fact that he is literally pinning Alex down and that is really fucking hot.
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đđđđđđ & đđđđđđđ; đđđđ đđđđđđđđ âteaser
pairing: ceo!park sunghoon x coffee shop owner!fem!reader
genre: one night stand, fake relationship, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, and accidental pregnancy.
summary: Park Sunghoon was done with his grandfather begging for an heir. Being the CEO of the Northern Branch, Sunghoon wasn't ready for a relationship just yet and neither was he ready to have a baby. So, after being arranged a blind date, he meets you, and soon convinces you to run away with him far away from your dates, as you were arranged a blind date as well with a different guy. And after a night of talking, flirting and alcohol, you both ended up in an hotel bed. Being attracted to an stranger wasn't in your plans, but soon everything goes to hell when you discover that you are pregnant with sunghoon's child.
release date: between late november and mid-december
2nd installment for CEOs & ARRANGEMENTS with enha 02z
âSo, youâre a CEO?â
Sunghoonâs cheeks blushed from the amount of alcohol that he had chugged down. And you were not innocent, either, your hair was kind of messy from how much time you had combed it back with your fingers, and your mind was racing in a million places because of the two bottles of Henri Bourgeois that you had shared with the flushed boy in front of you.
âYep, Park Sunghoon, Northern Branch.â His voice came out like a tumble, his mind not processing what his sentences meant. He was not a person to drink, he usually did not do it, especially with a person he just met, and especially not in his hotel room, but tonight he felt in a place of trust, and you felt the same, except that the only difference was that you were somebody to drink with friends, but not with people who you had just met.
You pressed your elbows against the table, your teeth clutching against the tip of your nail. âWho wouldâve thought that Iâd be sitting in front of the famed Park Sunghoon? I guess itâs a one-in-a-million-type of situation.â âEspecially, if Iâm getting drunk on glasses of wine while having him sat across from me.â
âWho wouldâve thought? I just came to New York to finish some unsolved company partnerships, and now Iâm ending my trip with a forced blind date that I just escaped from, with a pretty, tipsy girl who I took with me in the process.â He answered sluggishly, his brows lifting up with sarcasm as he spoke.
Your brain suddenly stopped tracing around, by just emphasizing one word he said.
âYou think Iâm pretty?â Your voice came out like a wave, a small smile setting on your mouth.
âWhy wouldnât I? You are the most gorgeous girl Iâve ever seen.â
âIt makes me happy that you think Iâm pretty, but that doesnât mean that I donât think that Iâm pretty. Iâm pretty sure that Iâm pretty.â You suddenly rambled, the words came out fast as a train, all because your nerves and the alcohol took complete control over you. But, Sunghoon just found it funny in his drunken state, he found it adorable, to say the least.
He was almost slushed on the table, his arm being completely settled on the wooden board.
For you, he looked so handsome, his arms were toned, and it was visible against his dress shirt, his fingers slender and delicate, you were convinced that his hands were soft as silk pillows.
But his face was absolutely gorgeous, with features that could've been chosen by the Greek Gods themselves.
"You are so handsome, like really handsome, the type of handsome that was kissed and blessed by Aphrodite and Princess Diana." The words vomited out of your mouth like a splutter. You weren't expecting your drunken state to reveal such a thought, but when you looked at Sunghoon it didn't seem to bother him.
"Kissed by Aphrodite and Princess Diana? Never heard of such compliment." His voice came out slurred and dazed, but it sounded as if he was in a dream-like state.
His lips were red and glossy, his eyes shone from the reflection of the New York lights. The more you looked at his lips, the more you wanted him to touch every part of your body.
"Well, now you've heard itâŠ"
He tapped his chin for a moment before unexpected words came out of his mouth.
"What if I told you that it would be a real compliment if you told me that I was kissed by you?" Your heart skipped a beat as your stomach fell and came back up from the impression. Your heartbeat quickened and did everything it could to go back to normal.
You got up from your chair, walking towards him with tremendous mischief. I'm pretty sure it was the immense amounts of alcohol acting up for you.
His figure sat in front of you, his gaze analyzing every single part of your body, especially your lips, and the shimmer on your eyes.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
"Oh, Cindy! I want you to do that and more."
Never in your life did you think that you would be taking a pregnancy test inside a pharmacy bathroom.
But you were going through desperate times. It needed to be done as quickly as possible. It was mostly because you needed to calm your frantic nerves and also get out of any doubts that you had. The worst part was the fact that you wouldn't be worrying about this if you just didn't run away from your blind date with a complete stranger.
Complete stranger that could possibly be the father of this possible baby.
You just needed to confirm if you were actually pregnant.
"Shit!"
Two lines.
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