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I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 18
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Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 |-| Chapter 19
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Summary: As the war comes to a close, the future is brought into focus.
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Tags: @mads-weasley @xxluckystrike @curaheehee @footprintsinthesxnd @dcyllom @storysimp @latibvles @love-studying58 @justheretoreadthxxs @blakelysco-pilot
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Dear Mrs Higgins
Thank you so much for the tea set - Robert and I think it's lovely...
Frankie lifted an envelope to her mouth, running her tongue along the glue as she finished writing the latest in a long line of thank-you letters still in order from the wedding. The formal niceties felt foreign to her, even to write, and a pile of crumpled paper covered the floor by her bed where she had tossed away a litany of spelling mistakes. Rosie had offered his assistance many times, but with all the supply drops he'd been running, she had no desire to burden him with anything else.
Just as she finished signing the most recent letter, the door to the hut slammed open, making her jump and accidentally smudge the ink. "Oh, for fuck's sake, do you have to barge in here like the building's on bloody fire?"
"Frankie, turn the radio on," George huffed, striding towards her.
"Yeah, in a minute - I've got to rewrite this one now, so-"
"Now," She pressed, getting down on her knees to rummage beneath Frankie's bed. "Where is it?!"
"Over there on the window ledge," Frankie frowned, watching as George zipped across the room. "What's going on?"
"Churchill's making an announcement."
"Oh, shit-" She muttered, letter writing immediately forgotten as they fumbled to set up the radio, perched side by side on the edge of the bed as they listened closely. They had made it just in time, and as the familiar, slurring voice came echoing over the waves, a sense of importance seemed to settle over the room - one so potent that Frankie's whole body seemed clenched, her heart struggling to beat out its rhythm in time.
"Yesterday morning at 2.41am at General Eisenhower's headquarters, General Jodl, the representative of the German high command and of Grand Admiral Donitz, the designated head of the German state, signed the act of unconditional surrender of all German land, sea and air forces in Europe to the Allied expeditionary force, and simultaneously to the Soviet high command."
She felt George grab her hand. The words didn't quite seem real - how could they? Surely, they had been coming for a long time, and yet their arrival seemed so sudden, that it was as if Frankie were recalling a dream - peering through a veil into a fiction constructed by her subconscious, frozen in place as if any sudden movement might break the illusion.
She pressed her heels harder into the floor beneath her feet. It was solid. Real.
"Our dear Channel Islands will be free tomorrow. Hostilities will end officially ​at one minute after midnight tonight, Tuesday, the 8th of May, but in the interests of saving lives the ceasefire began yesterday to be sounded all along the fronts."
A bark of laughter escaped her, hand rising to clap over her mouth, suddenly embarrassed by the outburst despite being in the privacy of the hut, in the company of no one but her best friend. Beside her, George had begun to chuckle giddily, unable to wipe the grin from her cheeks.
"The German war is therefore at an end. After years of intense preparation Germany hurled herself on Poland at the beginning of September, 1939, and in pursuance of our guarantee to Poland and in common action with the French Republic, Great Britain, the British Empire and Commonwealth of Nations declared war against this foul aggression."
Blood rushed to her ears, the pounding in Frankie's chest so fierce that she almost struggled to hear the broadcast. Her lungs felt full to burst, pressing against her ribs so hard they could snap. Neither woman felt any need to listen further before collapsing into each other's arms, squeezing so forcefully that it hurt. But they didn't care.
There was no one else Frankie wanted to spend this moment with. Not Bucky, not Ken - not even her husband. There was no one she'd spent more of this war alongside than George - no one who had seen her at so many of her worst moments, no one who had brought her through them quite like she had.
This was the first instant they'd ever spent as friends during peacetime. And now they had to decide what that meant.
"I'm coming with you," George's voice came hoarse over her shoulder. "If you're going to New York, then so am I."
"What about Ev?" Frankie chuckled.
She felt her shrug. "He'll come if I tell him to."
Grinning, she held her even tighter. Weren't they all just following Rosie in the end?
"I need to find him," Frankie uttered.
George nodded. "Me too. Different him. Same sentiment."
They didn't let go for a long moment, breathing in synch. Maybe the war had brought them together, but peace was never going to tear them apart.
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An almighty swarm of airmen had gathered outside one of the huts by the time Frankie arrived, having jogged all the way from her own, and the moment she locked eyes on Rosie she was running. Even in the thick of the crowd, his gaze found her without even having to call out, shouldering his way through, beaming so widely that the cool air stung against his teeth. She let out something between a shriek and a whoop, hurling herself into his arms the moment they collided, feet swept off the ground as he spun her once, then twice in the air.
Neither needed to say the words 'it's over' - they knew the other knew, that was good enough. Besides, those words held far too much weight to deal with right now. Those words meant their time here was over - that the future was now.
As Frankie touched the ground again, Rosie's hands cupped her cheeks, littering her face with kisses as she guffawed with laughter. A few of the airmen nearby had taken to whooping and whistling at the sight, and she felt the blood rush to her face, tinting her cheeks a bright red. "Alright, alright," She chuckled, gently batting away his hands as she leaned forward to press a quick peck to his lips.
"Sorry fellas," Rosie called over his shoulder, gaze never leaving his wife for even a moment as he seized her hand, abandoning the makeshift celebration without hesitation.
"We didn't have to go," Frankie pointed out as they walked away, bumping against his side as her free hand wrapped around his arm.
"Well, I wanna celebrate with my wife."
"Oh-ho, say that again," She tittered.
"My wife," He grinned, pressing a firm kiss to her temple. "And when we get outta here I'm gonna buy you a house - hell, I'll buy you anything you want."
"Well, yeah, I'd hope so - we both know I married you for the money," Frankie teased as he ruffled her hair beneath his palm in silent reprisal. They were quiet for a moment until she spoke up again, serious this time. "Dad and the kids don't need me anymore. But... I really loved looking after those kids."
She could feel his stare, fixed on her as they walked. "You been thinking about what you said at the wedding?"
"About a baby? ...Yeah, kinda."
Nerves coloured his voice as he spoke again. "...And?"
Frankie shrugged. "Why not? Yeah."
It hadn't seemed possible that he could grin even wider, and yet somehow he managed it. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," She assured him, pulling him into her embrace as his eyes began to well up with tears. Chin tucked over his shoulder, she let herself begin to grin too. "Yeah, honey."
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George's hair blew this way and that as she walked, palms in an endless battle against the wind to smooth it back down again as she muttered to herself, scanning every group she passed for the face she was searching for. Come on Ev, where are you? Many of the men she worked alongside called out to her as she passed, but she was so focused on the task at hand that she offered nothing but the occasional wave, too distracted to properly reply.
"George!" A familiar voice called, an involuntary smile already creeping across her expression in anticipation before she had even pinned down where it was coming from. But then Blakely was hurrying towards her, engulfing her in an embrace so sudden that it was all she could do not to audibly groan. "Ah, I was lookin' for you."
"Hey!" George chirped, holding him tightly. "I was looking for you! I've got something to ask you."
He seemed to grow slightly tense at this. "Yeah, so do I."
Holding onto her cheery demeanour despite the shift in his, she pulled away. "Okay, you first."
Letting out a nervous chuckle, Everett shook his head. "No, no - after you."
"Okay... Look, it's just..." George took a deep breath, hands clasped tightly. "Frankie and Rosie are gonna go to New York together now that this whole thing is done, and I... I wanna go with her, Ev. She's my best friend."
A wave of relief seemed to wash over him as he began to smile. "You wanna go to New York?"
She shrugged. "Yeah."
Blakely began to laugh. "Babe, we can go to New York."
A grin started to crease at George's cheeks. "Really?"
"Yeah, of course," He beamed.
"Okay. Okay, yeah - now you go," She nodded, passing her weight impatiently from foot to foot.
Suddenly he was nervous again, glancing around at the huts and men around them as if self-conscious. "Alright..."
Her brow furrowed. "... You ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, just... didn't really plan on doing this here."
George's frown deepened, and Everett couldn't help but wonder how she hadn't caught on yet. "D'you wanna... go over there?"
"George," He laughed in exasperation, digging deep into his pocket as he shook his head. The faintest yelp of surprise escaped her as the diamond ring caught its first glint of sunlight, carefully unwrapped from the handkerchief that had protected it on the long journey from his mother's house.
"Oh, I'm a bloody idiot," She whispered. Raising both hands to cover her mouth, she let out a giddy laugh, beaming before he could even ask the question.
Blakely had begun to grin, pointing down at the ring in his palm as he waited for her to stand still. "Can I-?"
"Yes! Yes." George nodded firmly, planting both feet in the gravel below as she waited for him to ask the question.
"George Aarons," He started, suppressing a chuckle as he noticed the way she had begun to fidget impatiently. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes!" She cried, her answer tumbling forth so quickly that she almost cut him off completely, throwing herself into his arms as an elated laugh erupted from her throat. Arms wrapped securely around her back, he swept her off her feet for a moment before pulling away to plant a hard kiss against her lips, palms lifted to cup her jaw.
"I love you," George breathed as their lips separated, faces barely an inch apart.
Everett smiled, pressing his forehead against hers. "I love you too."
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Frankie practically screamed when she first caught sight of George, entering the party as it raged in the officers' club, new engagement ring sparkling on her finger. "Holy shit!" She yelped, practically hurling herself at her best friend as she hugged her. Chin tucked tightly in the crook of George's neck, she scanned the crowd for signs of Blakely, pointing a finger as he stopped in his tracks. "You!"
"Me?"
"Thank you for marrying the love of my life," Frankie nodded sagely, gesturing for him to come close so that she could pat him on the shoulder without leaving George.
His brow furrowed slightly. "... So Rosie would be-?"
"My husband. Duh."
"Of course."
Rosie had recognised her yelp from across the bar, burrowing his way through the crowds in search of Frankie. "Ah. Hey! Congratulations!" He grinned as he spied George's ring, giving Blakely an affectionate clap over the shoulder as they shook hands. "Mind if I steal my wife for this next dance?"
"Steal away," Frankie nodded, planting a forceful kiss on George's forehead as she retracted the hug, leaving a lipstick stain in her wake. As the couple weaved their way back through the crowd, Blakely let out a snort of laughter, wiping the stain away with the heel of his palm.
"Is she-?"
"Oh, really quite drunk, yeah," George affirmed.
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"I never got good at this, huh?" Frankie laughed, uttering a swift apology as she stepped on Rosie's toe. Again.
"Well, I don't think being good is really the point," He shrugged.
"In other words, you agree - I'm horrible at this."
"I didn't say that!"
Frankie gasped. "You're 'yes-dear'-ing me!"
Rosie's brow furrowed, somewhere between confused and entertained. "I don't even know what that means."
"It's when you just go along with whatever I say because I'm your wife and you don't want to have to tell me I'm an insane person to my face."
"Well, I like my crazy wife," He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek as she hummed a chuckle. They continued to step side to side as the music continued its brisk pace, Frankie's expression twisting with embarrassment as she felt his toe beneath her foot once more, the sight of this making Rosie laugh. "We don't have to keep doing this," He offered between chortles.
"No, I'm gonna do it until I get it right, otherwise I'll get shown up every time we go out," She frowned.
"Then you've gotta do it properly," Rosie said, looking down at the floor as he nudged her feet apart with his own. "Feet like that - you step with this one, then bring them together..."
As he continued to explain, Frankie began to realise that she hadn't been listening to a word, too distracted by... well, him. It was still somewhat embarrassing to admit, but if she stared at him for too long everything else seemed to simply ebb away, his voice fading into background chitter as her gaze traced every subtle movement in his expression, her lip rising in a calm, gentle smile.
For so long, this place had gotten used to firing on all cylinders - always working, always preparing for the next thing - never hesitating, never still. But now? Now there was nothing ahead of her - no planes to prep, no mission to agonise over. She was Just Frankie and he was Just Rosie, and everything else was simply cast aside. It was rare she ever got a moment to simply stop and stare - to take in the man before her and simply bathe in the feeling of how wholly and utterly she adored him.
"No, you've- ...Honey, you've stopped moving."
His voice came into focus once more, and Frankie blinked away her stupor, shaking her head slightly. "... Right."
"You okay?" He asked, brow creasing as he tilted his head slightly, a loose curl tumbling free.
"Mhm," She nodded, reaching up without a second thought to brush it away, her warm fingertips still managing to leave a flush in their wake as they grazed against his skin. "Tired. Little too much whiskey. I'm still working my way through the thank-you letters from the wedding."
"Well, I'll help," Rosie shrugged.
"No, no, you're-" Busy with your missions. The words had nearly slipped out without a second thought. And as a grin began to make its way across his face, she knew he'd predicted them.
"No. I'm not."
"No you're not," Frankie repeated, beginning to mirror his smile. "God, we're about to have way too much free time."
"Well, I can think of a couple things to do," He smirked, making her snort with laughter.
"Shush. We'll do that later. I gotta find Bucky," She beamed, giving his arm a tug as she pulled out of his grip, squeezing his hand as she turned away.
Rosie's brow furrowed. "I thought we were dancing?"
"Later!"
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Flares illuminated the night sky as Bucky sat back in his seat, watching on idly from his perch up on the command tower. Back when this had all started, he would've been inside with the others without a moment's hesitation, drinking and singing and making merry like all the rest. But these last two years had changed him, and that tug in his chest that had once compelled him on nights like this had gone limp.
At least one thing had always stayed the same.
"You fellas need some more booze up there?"
His lip curled in an involuntary smile, craning forward in his seat to peer over the railing. Standing in the grass below, profile brightened in the flickering light of the flares, Frankie stared up at him, a bottle in each hand.
"Get up here, Bevan!" Gale called beside him, letting out that deep, hearty laugh of his. She flashed a grin, the thunder of footsteps rising towards them as she dashed up the stairs, occasionally stumbling from an overindulgence of alcohol.
"Figured you'd be all over your husband tonight, all things considered," Bucky teased, edging over to the edge of his seat so that she could perch beside him.
"He gets me every other day. You and me gotta catch up on lost time."
He smiled, slinging an arm around her shoulders as she popped the cork on the champagne she had stolen, letting out a yelp as bubbles flowed over the brim, covering her hands.
"Before we make any more of a mess, I'm gonna see if I can't find us some glasses," Gale chuckled, stepping around the small puddle of champagne that was forming as he made his way to the door. "You can have my seat, Frank."
"Thanks," She uttered, squeezing Bucky's hand with hers and leaving a sticky palm print behind as she slid off the edge of his chair, sinking into the other.
Left alone, the pair sank into quiet for a long moment, listening peacefully to the cheers and music that hummed steadily from further down the runway.
"How's it feel?" He asked after a while.
Frankie let out a huff of amusement. "Completely, utterly bizarre. I mean... everything in my life changed because of this war, and now it's just... over."
"Which is a good thing. Right?"
"Oh, of course, yunno... I lost family to this thing. Almost all the boys I grew up with are dead now. But then, almost all the best people in my life, I only met because of this war. Hell, I'm married now - I can't just go back to how it was before."
Bucky let out a long sigh, nodding along as she spoke. He stared at the floor for a while, before finally speaking up.
"Y'know... It's gonna sound stupid, but for a little while back then, at the beginning, I kinda thought you and me..."
"Yeah, I know," She nodded, a beat passing before she reached across to grab his hand, holding it in her lap.
They were silent for a moment, letting the weight of Bucky's confession rest between them.
"Your hands are really sticky."
"They are covered in champagne," Frankie snorted, letting out a cackle as Bucky wrestled his hand from her grip, wiping it clean against her skirt. "Oh, you bastard."
"That's what you get."
As their laughter trailed to a stop, she found herself sobering, taking a deep breath.
"Promise me you're not gonna be alone after this. Promise you'll call and visit and find a nice girl to marry, and you won't let yourself go home to an empty house forever."
A flicker of something like adoration crossed his expression.
"Promise."
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Gravel crunched beneath Frankie's feet as she finally returned to her hut, the energy that had carried her through the night steadily dwindling. Scrunching her eyes shut as she yawned, a frown began to crease her cheek as her vision readjusted, noticing the door to the hut as it gaped open, exposing the interior to the darkness.
Creeping up towards the entrance, brow furrowed, she tapped her knuckles gently against the doorframe, peering inside. There was only one light in the whole place, and in the warm glow, she could make out a familiar silhouette.
"... Honey?"
Rosie looked up from his spot on the edge of her bed, pen clasped between his fingers as he began to smile at her. "Hey, baby."
She let out a bemused chuckle, stepping inside. "... What're you doing?"
Shrugging, he raised one of the thank-you letters she'd been working on. "You said you needed help with 'em."
Frankie sighed, beaming as she came to stand in front of him. "I didn't mean right now. You should be at the party."
"Party got boring."
"It didn't sound boring."
"You weren't there."
The admission was so earnest that she swore something inside her melted, lifting both hands to loop around the back of his neck. Casting the cards aside, he stared up at her, arms draped around her waist.
"Now I am."
She pressed a long kiss to his scalp, cradling his head in her palms. Rosie let out a satisfied sigh, his thumb rubbing circles against her hip.
"Let's get outta here," He said.
Frankie's brow arched in amusement. "And go where?"
There was a glint in his eye. "Get us a room at the pub?"
"It'll be full by now."
"Well... I did call ahead."
She gasped teasingly. "Oh, you're good."
Rising to stand, he tugged one of her hands away from his neck, pressing a kiss to the back of her palm. He had that look in his eyes, the kind that made her cackle and go terribly red all at once.
"You have no idea."
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d4yl1ghts · 9 months ago
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masterlist
Bridgerton
-Anthony Bridgerton:
attached
flashback
guilt
only you
pleasure
regrets
unfair (1)
unfair (2)
-Benedict Bridgerton:
happy with just the two of us
late escapes (1)
late escapes (2)
-Colin Bridgerton:
enjoyment
hope for the future
saviour
-King George:
episode
venus
-Simon Basset:
designer
new desires
Grey’s Anatomy
-Alex Karev:
soft
-Denny Duquette:
i��m the one with an irregular heartbeat
-Derek Shepherd:
forever
-Mark Sloan:
be careful
change
chief
stuck
Star Wars
-Anakin Skywalker:
safe
nightmares
-Han Solo:
there is good in the bad
The 100
-Bellamy Blake:
pretty
The Hunger Games
-Finnick Odair:
i’ve got you
-Peeta Mellark:
close
cowboy
hunger
opposites attract
summer love
The Maze Runner
-Minho:
welcome to the glade
The Vampire Diaries Universe
-Damon Salvatore:
allure
-Klaus Mikaelson:
loss
-Stefan Salvatore:
it’s okay
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roslamm · 2 years ago
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quick sketches of bees
a moment from the 3 series.. yes
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And just some sweet
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courtneyraeblogs1221 · 2 years ago
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Recommended Fics - Master List
* = Characters have some smut recommendation
Fourth Wing
Xaden Riorson*
Lockwood & Co.
Anthony Lockwood*
George Karim*
Quill Kipps
Six Of Crows/ Shadow And Bone
Kaz Brekker*
The Darkling
Matthias Helvar*
Nikolai Lantsov*
Jesper Fahey
Tolya Yul-Bataar
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid*
Outer Banks
Rafe Cameron*
John B Routledge*
JJ Maybank*
Star Wars
Anakin Skywalker*
Kylo Ren*
The Hunger Games/The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes
Coriolanus Snow*
Marvel
Bucky Barnes / The Winter Solider*
Loki Laufeyson*
Matt Murdock*
Tony Stark*
Steve Rogers*
Harry Potter
Draco Malfoy*
Tom Riddle*
Fred Weasley*
Cedric Diggory*
Hermione Granger*
James Potter*
Regulus Black*
The Witcher
Geralt of Rivia*
The 100
Bellamy Blake*
John Murphy*
Clarke Griffin*
Teen Wolf
Peter Hale*
Theo Raeken*
Issac Lahey*
Stiles Stilinski*
Percy Jackson (18+)
Percy Jackson*
Luke Castellan*
Vampire Academy
Dimitri Belikov*
The Vampire Diaries
Kai Parker*
Damon Salvatore*
Jeremy Gilbert
Klaus Mikaelson*
Elijah Mikaelson*
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Spike*
Fate: The Winx Saga
Riven*
Sky*
Bloom*
Musa*
Dune
Feyd Rautha*
Paul Atreides*
Top Gun
Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw*
Jake “Hangman” Seresin*
Twisters
Tyler Owens*
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Eric*
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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 6 months ago
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drama mini list.
house m.d.
code black.
psych.
elementary.
csi : crime scene investigation.
csi : new york.
murdoch mysteries.
the doctor blake mysteries.
inspector george gently.
justified.
castle.
criminal minds : suspect behaviour.
law & order.
law and order svu.
without a trace.
the loch.
bones.
downton abbey.
holby blue.
heartbeat.
the bill.
midsomer murders.
grimm.
the x-files.
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katherinewinchester13 · 5 months ago
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Vintage tee, brand new phone
High heels on cobblestones
When you are young, they assume you know nothing
Sequin smile, black lipstick
Sensual politics
When you are young, they assume you know nothing
But I knew you
Dancing in your Levi's
Drunk under a streetlight, I
I knew you
Hand under my sweatshirt
Baby, kiss it better, I
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Complete 💯
MATURE
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SHIPS 🩶
Blake Slytherin (Harry Potter) /Severus Snape
Harry Potter/Fred Weasley/George Weasley
Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
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Thirty-Four year old Harry Potter travels back in time, adopting the name of Blake Slytherin - he interferes with his own trial and messes with Dumbledore's perfectly laid plans. What happens afterwards? will Blake have bitten off more than he can chew? Will it be left to Harry to do what needs to be done?
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thephantomcasebook · 2 years ago
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Downton Abbey Murder Mystery Thriller (Concept)
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whereforarthur · 3 months ago
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So Much Restraint
Request: george (dom) smut where we have been on a group holiday and stopping ourselves from having sex cos of the other ppl (staying in the same villa/b&b) but once we get home its like practically clawing at each others clothes
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Pairing: George Clarkey x Gf!Reader
Category: Smut
Word Count: 3.2k
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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. - William Blake
George leaned against the railing of the villa balcony, his gaze following the boundary between the sea, which was as blue as the ocean, and the sky above. After daybreak, the warm hue of the blazing sun engulfed the clouds, displacing the surging sea below that had looked so blue at the break of dawn. The warm wind blew through a coconut palm, and one could detect the smell of the sea and tropical cream. He sighed and glanced at the heavens, taking in the final moments of solitude before the party commenced.
The past week was a rollercoaster of enjoyment and annoyance. He and his girlfriend, y/n, had to restrain themselves from giving in to each other so as not to disturb their mates on vacation, just nodding and winking at each other as they walked around the living spaces with their friends—Chris, Arthur Hill, and Arthur TV. The villa was very nice, but with people constantly around them, there was no way of giving in to the passion that had been threatening to ignite ever since they set foot in the villa.
As the sun set that evening, George was weak, wanting to give in to his desires. It was a standoff, a power struggle that had been going on all week, one that was palpable yet wordless. As he got up, he saw Y/N standing at the door as she looked straight at him, suggesting that she was fighting the same battle as him. She wore a light summer dress that hugged her curves perfectly.
“It's time for dinner,” Y/N whispered, her words resonating melodiously. ”They are waiting for us downstairs.”
George nodded, yet neither of them looked away from the other. “I know,” he said quietly, the roughness in his tone giving her goosebumps. "I can only imagine what we are going to get up to once we get home."
Silence filled the space between them when he moved closer, and despite the heat in the villa, he only wanted her closer. As if in response, Y/N’s hand slowly extended, touching his chest lightly and causing his spine to tingle.
George saw her looking back at him, and for what felt like hours but could only be a few seconds, an incredible sensation engulfed his entire body and mind. He pulled her closer, the touch of his lips on hers hard and passionate. This was the kiss of love, of desire, the kiss that had been waiting to happen and which was ready to unleash after being pent up for this long.
But as soon as they started, they stopped. Hearing the boy's laughter from the pool below pulled them back into reality. They separated hesitantly, both attempting to calm themselves down. “We can’t,” Y/N whispered, her cheeks burning red.
“I know,” he said, calming her down as he took her hand. “When we get home, I will show you exactly how much I’ve missed you.” It was in his voice that she found the assurance she needed, and with that, she pulled him closer, her arms around his neck as they kissed.
They disappeared from each other for a while; the sound of their pulse echoed with the thump of the sea waves. They were able to keep it to themselves, and the anticipation of the arrangement made it seem like a couple’s promise.
At dinner, they had to wade through desire, circle it like a choreographed dance, sit across from each other at the table with friends, laugh, and chat about the delicious meal and wonderful company. But every time George cast his gaze at Y/N, he could see the same desire in her eyes.
After the meal, they made their excuses, claiming jet lag and the need for an early night. The boys raised their eyebrows in amusement but said nothing.
In their room, George and Y/N took turns in the shower, the sound of water a tantalizing backdrop to their stolen kisses and gentle touches.
Once Y/N emerged, her skin dewy and smelling faintly of coconut, George found his resolve slipping once more. They were both sitting on the edge of the bed; their legs were entangled; they felt the insatiable desire to strip each other. “We can do this,” George whispered, his fingers rubbing through her wet hair. "We can wait; we’ve made it this far."
Y/N breathed in deeply and exhaled, nodding her head slightly. “We have to,” she repeated, her voice a little weary as desperation began to creep in. "If we start now, I don't know if we would ever be able to stop."
They stretched out on the bed, their naked bodies rigid with the agitation of unsatisfied desire. The villa was silent apart from the faint sound of the sea in the distance and laughter from the party in the streets. They could feel the adrenaline pumping through their veins and could virtually hear the sound of their hearts beating.
George’s fingers lightly touched Y/N’s inner thigh, lazing dangerously close to the line of her shorts. "The boys are already complaining about the noises we make at home," he said, though he couldn’t fully hide his amusement. “What would they say if they only knew we have been holding ourselves back?”
Y/N blushed at the thought, gripping the sheets beneath her tightly. “We’ve got to be so much louder at home,” she said, though there was obvious affront in her words. "It will make them think that we have gone mad.”
They smiled at each other, and the tension reduced for a while. But the underlying current persisted; it was an active, waiting-to-detonate-at-any-moment kind of omnipresent tension. George looked down at her and then placed his hand softly over her thighs, delicately tracing lines on her skin. He immediately stopped his movements and faced her as he whispered, “It doesn’t matter what they say.” He smirks at her, “As long as you’re screaming my name.”
Y/N’s eyes sparkled with delight, and she couldn’t help but gasp at what he said. It was a familiar move, a classic sign of affection, but she went further to touch his face, specifically the line of his jaw, a touch that seemed to power through him like volts of electricity. ‘And what about when we get home?’ she whispered. For many, a dangerous question is the provocative “What do you want to do to me?”
George squeezed her thigh gently and looked at her with lustful eyes. “Everything,” he said, his voice turning into a growl. ”I wish to devour every part of you, have you quiver in my embrace, and hear you scream out my name until your throat gets sore.”
Y/N felt her heart racing just at the thought of it, her pulse rate rising through the roof as high as it could go. "Won't the boys still be home?” she asked, her fingers tracing over his hand.
George chuckled darkly. “Oh, they will hear us alright,” he responded, his eyes alternating between naughtiness and amusement. “But it’s ‘our’ house and ‘our’ rules.” The words slither through the air like a sultry whisper before he continues: “And if I remember correctly, you enjoyed 'screaming’ my name without a care in the world before.”
The atmosphere in the room became oppressively heavy, and the tension was palpable. Y/N moved her hand up his chest; she ran her nails along the surface and felt him shiver under her touch. ‘I have missed you, she murmured lustfully.
But just when George was about to surrender to this desire to strip her naked and finally feel her, a sound from the next room brought them to a halt. It was the Arthurs' unmistakable, slurred laughter as the duo clumsily barged into the room.
“Maybe we should try to get some sleep,” Y/N said quietly, waking up with concern in her eyes. ‘I don't know what I would do if they ever walked in on us.’
George let out a long-suffering sigh, his limbs trembling in protestation for not giving in. “Alright,” he agreed, even though he felt an overpowering urge to demand more. They kissed one more time and then lay gently beside each other, their limbs touching in the darkness of the bed where they slept.
The night was full of insomnious, restless whispers and secrets of lips pretending not to ache for each other. They found themselves lying side by side, and the distance that separated them seemed enormous.
Each time George moved in the bed, it made a squeaky sound, and this made them realize the importance of keeping quiet. They would go to bed and only wake up in the wee hours of the morning with the air between them pregnant with desire.
The next day, like all the previous days, the vacation by the tropical sun had arrived with no special warning, different from the fact that it was the last of the vacation, and the day felt weighty with the expectation of what was to come.
They packed their bags, the mundane task feeling almost erotic as their eyes kept darting toward each other, silently acknowledging the unspoken tension.
On their way to the airport, George’s hand lightly touched Y/N’s thigh in the back of the taxi, which sent a spark between them. She gripped his hand tightly, her knuckles white, and he knew she felt the same desperation. The flight home was torture; each minute seated in the plane was a silent plea for satisfaction.
The feeling only grew more intense once they got to their flat in London that they shared with Chris and Arthur Hill.
As soon as they both stepped inside and the door shut, George pushed Y/N against the wall and went in for it, kissing her fiercely as he had been wanting to for the past two days. She moaned, overly aroused, the suppressed passion of their vacation reacting.
”I need you,” George repeated softly in her ear, his teeth lightly touching her tender skin.
Y/N immediately grabbed his chest and shoved him backward with such force that it made him stumble. “No, not here!” she replied with a passion that radiated throughout her body.
George stared at her, his expression feral and filled with desire. “Let them hear,” he whispered, the possessiveness clear in his voice. “Make sure they understand that they belong to me.”
Y/N’s breath caught at the blatant demand in his voice. She realized he was correct; they had to give in now; they couldn't wait anymore. They fumbled down the hall, their clothes torn off in a frenzy as they moved. The door to their room banged shut, making the flat resound with the sound.
Their kisses became more passionate as they collapsed onto the bed, desperate to make contact and to take possession of each other. George’s hands traveled all over her, familiarizing themselves with every bump and hollow, every plane and line. It walked its long fingers up her dress, past her hips, his eyes locked with her the whole time.
In his mind, George was already preparing a symphony of sensation for them to get erotically lost in. He wanted to feel her completely, hear the moans of passion, as he thrusts in her. The idea of giving into their desires, giving in to their perverse passion was like a drug to his mind; he became dizzy with all the feelings that stirred his inner conscience.
Y/N’s legs tightened around his waist as he placed her on the bed; the springs of the mattress squeaked gently. He did not mind if the whole house heard them; what mattered to him the most was the present, the touch of her body. Their lips met once more; this time he reached down near her hips and touched the softness of her thighs through the delicate material of her underwear.
“You are stunning, so, so beautiful,” he murmured huskily, running his eyes over the curves of her figure. " I dreamt about this every night."
Too excited to breathe properly, Y/N stared at him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. "I wanna know what you’ve been dreaming about." She whispered seductively into his ear.
George tried to hide the darkness in his eyes as he whispered against her ear, leaning closer to her. ”I’ve dreamt of you open and spread for me, begging me to take you,” he said as his hand traveled higher up her thigh. “I have dreamt of your sweet cries echoing in the room as I continue to fuck you until you cum all over my cock.“
Y/N’s core tightened at the sound of his voice, a thrill of desire pulsating through her. She reached out her fingers around his hard erection, the warmth of it pulsating with his carnal need. “And what do you want now?” she whispered, her lips quivering with lust.
Obsession blazed in George’s gaze, his eyes fixed fiercely on hers as if he desired nothing else in this world. “Now,” he growled, the desire saturating his voice, “it is time to turn these dreams into reality.” Placing himself at her pussy, the head of his cock lightly pressing against her moist lips. “Are you ready for me?”
Again, Y/N’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a small moan. “Oh, much more than ready,” she exclaimed, burying her fingers into his muscles as he thrust deep into her. The feel of him inside of her was something she was yearning for. She moaned as she felt the fullness in her stomach.
The room was filled with their lovemaking: the sound of skin against skin, the creak of the mattress, the ragged panting. It was sweet music that only the two of them heard—an opera that unfolded within the confines of the room they both occupied. The zeal of their love deepened with every touch, with every kiss and every murmured endearment they exchanged.
”Scream for me,” George encouraged, his words heavy with passion as he thrust into her. His large palms were covetous, grasping her, possessing her, as if he had to stake out his claim on her.
Y/N closed her eyes, surrendering to his dominance effortlessly. She threw back her head, her nipples rubbing against his bare skin, and cried out as he hit the spot within her that seemed to make her shudder with delight. It was a sound that rang through the silence of the flat, a proclamation of happiness that appeared to shiver the pillars of their existence.
At the sound of her moans George began to rotate his hips even more exaggerated. He could sense it constricting around him, her thighs clamping around his middle as she clung to him. The pressure was intense, the tension that had accumulated on their trip was finally being set free, and George felt that he was close. He stretched one hand towards her, and his fingers quickly located her clit, pressing on it firmly but lightly.
"You are so wet," he whispered with a throaty growl that revealed how much he desired me. "So fucking wet for me."
Y/N blinked slowly, and her eyes were wide with desire as she gazed up at him. “More,” she pleaded, sulky and breathy, her tone sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. "Tell me what you want to do to me, George."
Panting heavily, George followed the demand to release, his voice turning into a deep and monstrous growl. “I want to fuck you until you cannot walk straight,” he whispered, his hips thrusting into her with renewed vigor as the bed frame creaked. “I want to tear you apart and hear you scream my name as if it is the most important thing in the whole wide world.”
Y/N’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body reacting to his every word. "Harder," she begged, digging her nails into his back. "I want it all, George. Every inch of you."
George felt his stroke become more strained, his words dirty to the rhythm of their bodies. "You take it all in," he told her, his voice a whisper. "Every fucking inch." She felt him stiffen against her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You'll come so hard, you'll see fucking stars."
Y/N’s moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her pleasure. "I'm so close," she admitted, her voice shaky and hoarse. "I'm going to cum all over your cock."
George's eyes darkened with desire at her words. "Do it," he demanded, his voice a rough command. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you need it."
Y/N’s body reacted to his command, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She screamed his name, her walls clamped together, her nails driving into his back. The feeling was too much, too perfect, and he knew this was just the beginning of their reunion.
"Yeah," George sighed, letting his release run out. "That's it, baby. Take it all." He leaned over and captured her lips in a crushing kiss, drowning out her screams as their bodies moved in perfect unison. The words that left his lips were a mixture of love and lust, a promise of all the dirty things he wanted to do to her.
"I'm going to fill you up," he whispered, his teeth brushing against her earlobe. “I want to hear you beg for more. Tell me to never stop fucking you.”
Y/N gasped, the words sending shivers down her spine. “Yes,” she gasped. Her voice was barely audible over the sound of their bodies clashing. “I need you, George.”
He moaned, and his voice echoed in her chest. “You are so fuckable,” he muttered, his hips thrusting deeper into her with every thrust. “I love how you feel this way, so wet, so hot, so perfect.”
Y/N's eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the pressure increase again. With her core tightening around him, "Come on, darling," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. “I want to feel you fill me completely.”
Those words were like a catalyst for George. His body responded to the primal urge to fill her up. To mark her as his own, he thrusted one last time. His cock throbbed as he released his seed deep inside her. The feeling was almost overwhelming. A sense of ownership that sent shock waves through his body.
Y/N felt it too. Her body trembled with pleasure as he poured into her. It was a time of pure connection. Moments that seem to last forever.
"Fuck," George said to himself, planting his head on her shoulder. "That was…"
"Perfect," Y/N told him precisely. Her body was still trembling with the shivers of pleasure. Together, they lolled there for a moment, their hearts beating as one, their breathing the only sound in the room.
The following days raced by in a haze of lust and gratification; every opportunity they got, George and Y/N would find a remote spot to give in to their insatiable lust for each other. It could be a quickie in the kitchen or a marathon in their locked-door bedroom listening to music. Whatever it was, they made the most out of it.
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fanfics4all · 3 months ago
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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
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Day 1- Temperature Play: Toy Otto x Fem!reader Day 2- Voyeurism: Lou Chan x Male!reader Day 3- Public Sex: Barry Allen X Fem!reader Day 4- Sensory Deprivation: Negan x Fem!reader Day 5- Bondage: Derek Morgan x Fem!reader Day 6- Anonymous Sex: Jamie Hunter x Fem!reader Day 7- Bruising/Biting: John Murphy!Vampire AU x Fem!reader Day 8- Flogging: Oliver Queen x Fem!reader Day 9- Food Play: Fred and George Weasley x Fem!reader Day 10- Overstimulation: Sub!Ambrose Spellman x Dom!Fem!reader Day 11- Knife Play: F.P. Jones x Fem!reader Day 12- Breath Play: Savitar x Fem!reader Day 13- Role Play: Callie Adams-Foster x Male!reader Day 14- Gangbang: Draco Malfoy x Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott x Fem!reader Day 15-Teasing: Althea Szewczyk-Przygocki x Fem!reader Day 16- Cock Worshiping: Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader Day 17- Squirting: Bellamy Blake x Fem!reader Day 18- Foot Fetish: Archie Andrews x Fem!reader Day 19- Fisting: Caliban x Fem!reader Day 20- Cunnilingus: Brandon Foster x Fem!reader Day 21- Shower Sex: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader Day 22- Thigh Riding: Tommy Merlyn x Fem!reader Day 23- Breeding: Malachai x Fem!reader Day 24- Somnophilia: Roy Harper x Fem!reader Day 25- Pussy Slapping: Leonard Snart x Fem!Allen!reader Day 26- Pegging: Jesus Adams-Foster x Fem!reader Day 27- Angry Sex: Rosita Espinosa x Male!reader Day 28- Phone Sex: Luke Alvez x Fem!reader Day 29- Uniforms: Octavia Blake x Male!reader Day 30- Sex Pollen: Harvey Kinkle x Fem!reader Day 31- Cock Warming: Severus Snape x Fem!reader
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hesbuckcompton-baby · 8 months ago
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“you look like you could use a hug.”
thank you to @thru00thepages22 for this prompt!! enjoy some George x Blakely <3
Word count: 962
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Blakely was staring. Brow furrowed, he sat, frowning, at his desk, drumming the tip of his pen incessantly against the edge of the table. Since the moment he'd first laid eyes on George that morning, he'd been unable to look away, tracking her every move with keen attention. Dark circles ran rings beneath her eyes, and she was on what was at least her third cup of coffee. Even more disturbingly, she was distracted. If there was one thing George Aarons never was, it was distracted - she was the best, rolling out messages with such focus and rapidity that none of the Americans had ever quite been able to catch up. But in the last ten minutes, he had watched her lose track four times, tearing the sheet from her typewriter with a sigh of frustration every time she made a mistake.
Yesterday's mission hadn't been good. It hadn't exactly been bad - they'd seen much worse, taken much greater blows than the four planes they'd lost the previous afternoon. As far as Blakely knew, George hadn't even known any of the lost crews, all of whom had been replacements - a group she seemed to make a pointed effort to avoid. Yet there she was, clunking away clumsily at the keys, appearing utterly miserable.
It was almost startling how much it bothered him, so when she got up he made to follow, trailing a few metres behind her as she crossed the floor towards the kitchen, empty mug in hand. Reaching her just as George was about to make another cup of coffee, he held out a tentative hand, scarcely grazing her arm. "Think that's probably enough for one day, huh?" Everett spoke softly, gently prying the cup from her as she looked up at him with a frown.
"S'only my second one," George protested, although she made no physical effort to stop him.
"Uh-huh, well, that's definitely not true," He shrugged, leaning back against the countertop. "So?"
Sighing, she threw up her hands in surrender. "So what?"
"You gonna make me work for it, Aarons? You're fucking up all your work - and I'm saying this from a place of love, but you look like shit."
George sucked in a long, deep breath, and a spark of panic shot through Blakely as it suddenly appeared as though she were about to burst out crying, bottom lip pulled taut between her teeth, eyes welling up with tears. "Ssshit, no-no, hey-" Pushing himself away from the counter, Everett stepped forward, swiftly bridging the gap between them, his hands on her shoulders as he tried to meet her gaze.
She groaned frustratedly, wiping away her tears with such force that her hands left faint, pink marks on the flesh of her cheeks. "Jesus Christ. Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"I dunno... nicely."
Releasing a huff of laughter, he gently squeezed her shoulder. "You want me to stop being nice? That's a new one."
"Shut up," George tittered slightly, shaking her head as she gave his chest a kindly shove. But the moment her amusement subsided, her expression dulled again, and a deep frown creased Blakely's expression.
"Ok, seriously. You gotta give me somethin' here, honey," He sighed.
Looking up at him, she shrugged. "It's just... tomorrow's gonna be one year since Curt died... And I slept like shit, and I'm tired, alright?"
For a moment it was silent, the air suddenly hanging so thick between them that George felt like suffocating. When she'd awoken from the few hours of sleep she'd managed to find last night, Frankie had been in bed beside her, a wordless understanding of precisely what was happening. All she could think about was the moment she'd found out Curt was dead, looping it over and over in her head - she could still hear the beeps of Morse code, could remember so vividly the split second she realised what the message was spelling out, the report falling to her before anyone else even had a clue.
Wordlessly, Blakely stepped forward, closing the gap as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest. Without hesitating, George reached her arms around his back, cheek resting against his front, his hand against her hair softly holding her in place. She took a deep, steady breath, inhaling the scent of his cologne as his thumb traced back and forth across her back.
"Does it ever feel weird to you?" She asked after a while, voice hoarse and muffled against the fabric of his shirt. "That we're like this, when he was your friend."
"No," Everett uttered, without so much as a pause to think it over. She felt him shake his head, his chin brushing against her hair. "He'd kick my ass if he thought I'd let you be alone."
George chuckled. "Yeah... you're probably right."
"Always am," He nodded, squirming as she pinched him in the side as a silent reply. Letting out a laugh, he pulled back just far enough to look down at her face, sweeping a few stray strands of golden hair out of the way. "Y'know what I think?"
"I'm sure I'm about to find out," She teased.
"I think we should get outta here - take the day. Tomorrow too."
George's brow arched in question. "You want me to skive?"
"I'm just guessing at what that means - but yes."
She snorted, tilting her head to rest her chin against his chest as she looked up at him. Leaning down to meet her, Blakely briefly touched his nose to hers before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. As he met her gaze once more, a smile was beginning to curl her lip, that glint he always loved returning to her eye.
"Fuck it. Let's go."
"Whatever you say, dear."
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d4yl1ghts · 9 months ago
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requests
i am currently taking requests!
who i write (at the moment) for:
anthony bridgerton, bendict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, simon basset, king george, finnick odair, peeta mellark, anakin skywalker, luke skywalker, han solo, stefan salvatore, damon salvatore, klaus mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, kol mikaelson, peter parker (andrew’s), steve rogers, bucky barnes, derek shepherd, mark sloan, alex karev, denny duquette, thomas (maze runner), minho (maze runner), bradley “rooster” bradshaw, jake “hangman” seresin, pete “maverick” mitchell, bellamy blake, maybe others just ask!
i only do fem!reader and will not be writing anything with weird themes. i do write smut.
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jaeyunkisser · 8 days ago
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jaeyunkisser’s dr list . . . 🩰
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JAEYUNKISSER: below is a list of all of my current drs plus my s/o in that dr. i will be adding more as time goes on because i think of new ones often :3 just a little disclaimer, some of the drs will have undecided in the place for my s/o, meaning i haven’t decided who my significant other will be or that i’m still deciding if i’ll have one in that dr. n/a means i wont have one in that dr.
K-POP DRS
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   aespa 4th member ♡ kim minjeong & sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   bts 8th member ♡ jeon jungkook & kim taehyung
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   bratz (own gg) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   celeste (own gg) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   crazy (own gg) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   enhypen 8th member ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   enhypen 8th member² (y2k concept) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   enhypen 8th member³ (male member) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   enssera (enhypen x le sserafim) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   girlnextdoor (own gg) ♡ han dongmin
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   le sserafim 6th member ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   monster high (own gg) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   newjeans 6th member ♡ nishimura riki
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   powerpuff girls (own gg) ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   p1harmony ♡ kim jongseob
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   rei (female soloist) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   secret (own gg) ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   sixsense (own gg) ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   stray kids 9th member ♡ bang chan
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   tripleS 25th member ♡ park sohyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   uncanny (own bg) ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   venna (female soloist) ♡ nishimura riki
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   winx (own gg) ♡ sim jaeyun
FAME DRS
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   1950’s actress ♡ marilyn monroe
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   2000’s popstar ♡ britney spears
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   2010’s popstar ♡ taylor swift
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   actress & singer¹ ♡ benjamin wadsworth
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   actress & singer² ♡ sabrina carpenter
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   author ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   band (the sluts) ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   basketball player ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   ballerina ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   celebrity interviewer ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   choreographer ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   director ♡ jensen ackles
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   drag queen (gloss) ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   fashion designer & ceo ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   gaming youtuber ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   harvard student/future ceo ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   influencer & ceo ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   katseye 7th member ♡ daniela andrea avanzini llorente & megan meiyok skiendiel
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   nepo baby ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   olympic swimmer ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   royalty ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   supermodel ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   teen fame¹ ♡ charlie bushnell
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   teen fame² ♡ demitra kalogeras
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   travel vlogger ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   lifestyle youtuber ♡ sim jaeyun
TV SERIES/MOVIE DRS
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   13 going on 30 ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   the 100 ♡ bellamy blake
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   1976 hogwarts ♡ mattheo riddle
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   1980 hogwarts ♡ harry potter
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   a.n.t. farm ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   alvin and the chipmunks ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   the aristocats ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   austin & ally ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   avatar ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   the babysitters club ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   back to the future ♡ marty mcfly
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   barbie ♡ stereotypical barbie
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   barbie’s life in the dream house ♡ barbie
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   barbie mariposa ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   barbie mermaid tale ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   barbie thumbelina ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   best friends whenever ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   beverly hills chihuahua ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   boo bitch ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   bottoms ♡ isabel
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   boy meets world ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   bride wars ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   camp half-blood ♡ luke castellan
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   captain marvel ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   cat in the hat ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   coraline ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   criminal minds ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   curious george ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   deadly class ♡ marcus lopez arguello
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   descendants ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   despicable me ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   dog with a blog ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   eternals ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   fantastic beasts ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   footloose ♡ ren mccormack
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   franny’s feet ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   frozen ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   freeridge ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   gilmore girls ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   girl meets world ♡ maya hart
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   gold coast (h2o: just add water x the summer i turned pretty x outer banks) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   good luck charlie ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   gravity falls ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   h2o: just add water ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   hannah montana ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   happy feet ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   heartstopper ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   high school musical ♡ sharpay evans
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   hocus pocus ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   home alone ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   hotel transylvania ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   how the grinch stole christmas ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   i am not okay with this ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   jessie ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   kc undercover ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   kickin’ it ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   komi can’t communicate ♡ shoko komi
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   lab rats ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   law & order: svu ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   lemonade mouth ♡ olivia white
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   let it shine ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   lilo & stitch ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   little rascals ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   little women ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   mako mermaids ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   metal lords ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   modern family ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   mr. popper’s penguins ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   my babysitters a vampire ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   the office ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   on my block ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   outer banks (kook) ♡ kiara carrera
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   outer banks (kook-pogue) ♡ jj maybank
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   outer banks (pogue) ♡ sarah cameron
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   outer banks (pogue-kook) ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   pirates of the caribbean ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   pixie hollow ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   polar express ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   pretty little liars ♡ aria montgomery
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   princess diaries ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   the princess and the popstar ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   riverdale ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   the santa clause ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   sex and the city ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   shake it up ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   shameless ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   sharkboy and lavagirl ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   sisterhood of the traveling pants ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   smurfs ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   space jam ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   spider-man ♡ sim jaeyun (spider-man)
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   spongebob squarepants ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   spy kids ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   starstuck ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   stranger things ♡ robin buckley
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   the suite life on deck ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   the summer i turned pretty ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   the thundermans ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   teen beach movie ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   teenage mutant ninja turtles ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   toy story ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   twilight ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   victorious ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   wizard of waverly place ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   zoey 101 ♡ sim jaeyun
VIDEO GAMES DRS
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   uncharted 4 ♡ nathan drake
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   grand theft auto 5 ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   minecraft ♡ undecided
BOOKS/FANFICS DRS
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   pretty little liars ♡ aria montgomery
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   cherry ♡ lee heeseung
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   dark moon ♡ jino
MISCELLANEOUS DRS
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   baker ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   better cr ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   better cr / rich fangirl ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   eternal childhood ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   farmer ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   idol school ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   small town ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   studying ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   teacher ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   vampire ♡ sim jaeyun
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   waiting room (infinite library) ♡ undecided
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   waiting room (spring) ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   waiting room (summer) ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   waiting room (fall) ♡ n/a
୨ৎ 𓈒 ࣪   waiting room (winter) ♡ n/a
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visionofvoid · 2 years ago
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Homewrecker - MV1 Part Four
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Summary: “i’m not some prize to be won.”
Warnings: apologetic max
Pairings: max verstappen x oc
Word Count: 2k
Taglist:  @octaviareina, @formula1mount @ravenqueen27 @evans-dejong
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FIVE
It only really hit her a few weeks later that Max Verstappen was in love with her. 
The current reigning World Champion of Formula One was in love with her. Little old plain Jane Blake Collins. Blake Collins who had no surviving family. Blake Collins who had no serious relationships in her lifetime. She didn’t have anything to bring to the table, apart from the fact that she was incredibly organised and had an incredible memory. 
So, it came as a surprise that the first time Max had ever sought her out was as the clock struck twelve on the thirtieth of November, marking Blake’s twenty-third lap around the sun. 
maxverstappen1: happy birthday, blake.
It was simple, civil and weird. 
The last time she had seen Max had been when he was about to punch George in the face and she had been avoiding him ever since. Kelly had been at the last race in São Paulo to try and rekindle things but from what Blake heard through the grapevine it didn’t end well with Kelly rushing home with a red tear stained face and shielding herself from all news outlets. 
Blake had tried to reach out to Kelly but she was soon blocked on all accounts and numbers. It was heartbreaking to say the least. Blake had obviously not been aware of Max’s feelings towards herself and she thought she was close enough to Kelly to speak things out. She chose to focus on her relationships with her new found family at Mercedes. She had become fast friends with Carmen, George’s girlfriend and loved how Carmen would always joke about leaving George from Blake. 
She kept looking at the message from Max, noticing that she had somehow followed him over the course of the last few weeks, probably by accident or by some dare that George, Carmen or some of the other drivers made whilst drunk. She also noticed that underneath his username and under the small green dot he was still in the chat. She couldn’t leave him left on read now. 
blake_collins98: thank you
It was simple, sweet and civil. 
She got little to no sleep that night, the message from Max on her mind as she lay away in her hotel room. She went over everything that was planned for the race day and end of season conferences, interviews and got everything ready for the end of year. She knew she would have plenty of time but whilst she was wide awake there was no time like the present. She eventually found sleep, waking up to a soft knock on the door. She left it for a few seconds, pleased with the fact that there was no other attempt to disturb her. 
Blake still had a fair while before she had to get motivated and start work but found herself wondering what the knocking could have been. She walked to the door, peering through the hole to find no one standing there but opened the door just in case. There sat a bouquet of sunflowers mixed in with roses and baby's breath. It smelled incredibly fresh but it was also paired with a few different pastries and a fruit platter. If you knew Blake you would know that she was a room service connoisseur and she knew for certain that this was not just any room service. She looked around the hallway to see no one and opted to pick up the flowers and the tray. She would never turn down free food.
Setting the flowers on a bench, a small piece of paper fell out from in between the stems and to the ground. She bent down, opening the small envelope to read the message. It was in an unfamiliar scrawl;
happy birthday blake. meet me on the roof of the hotel tonight at 11:50pm
There was no sign off to identify who it was that sent the flowers. Everyone knew her favourite combo, she would gush over them every time Lewis, George and even Alex would engage in a friendly rivalry to make her feel loved and wanted when she had her cycle but this? This was a whole other ballpark. 
The race came and went with Max taking his second consecutive World Championship title, George and Lewis coming fourth and sixth respectfully. She had received many bouquets of sunflowers and roses from mechanics, engineers, other advisors in the company and across the other racing teams. She had many bottles of alcohol she would have to send back to her small apartment in England that was barely unpacked from all the travelling she had been doing. She had never felt more loved and validated in her life. She felt like she belonged. 
She sat in her room after disappearing from the afterparty, staring down at the note. Despite all the season rivalries, all the crashes, all the empty threats exchanged, everyone was celebrating the end of the season whether or not it was at the big afterparty for Max or with their own little teams and friendship groups. As Blake was leaving, she recalled seeing Toto in a drunk haze trying to get Susie to dance with him. She told no one she was leaving and no one where she was going.
Blake remained in the same clothes as she was partying and drinking in; a long pair of wide leg pants with a muted green print on it, a black mock neck top and just a pair of nice boots. Her hair was in a bun to help alleviate any sweat she would usually have on her neck had it been down. She was comfortable and that's all that mattered to her. She had ten minutes until she had to be on the roof to meet with the mystery person. It could go one of two ways; it could be a secret admirer that was going to confess their undying love for her or it could be a stalker and she could potentially die. Either way, she grabbed a bottle of Moët and Chandon, some Guylian seashell chocolates. She took them with her and made her way out of her room and to the elevator. 
A number of teams were in the same hotel, making it nearly impossible to run into fans of the sport. She smiled at some of the engineers, advisors and drivers as they came in and out of the elevator to head to their rooms, obviously buzzing from the drinks and the afterparty. She arrived to the roof, a small breeze welcoming her as she looked around. No one else was up there, only a number of empty booths with outdoor lounge furniture to keep her company for the time being. She picked a booth that overlooked the circuit, watching as the clean up crew had begun to clean up the circuit. She cursed herself for not bringing a jacket with the breeze and she tried her best to shield herself from the winds as she cornered herself in the booth. The only light provided was from surrounding buildings. Blake was surprised no one had even come up here after the afterparty.
Blake had left her phone in her room so she couldn’t tell how long it would take for this mystery person to arrive or even if she was getting stood up. She tried to calm her nerves by opening the packer of chocolates, one by one followed by a swig of her Moët. She was sure it was a glorious sight to behold. 
“I’m surprised you came.” Startled, Blake jumped in her seat as the voice came from behind her. The packet of chocolates bounced off her outstretched legs and landed off to the side of the booth. She turned, noticing Max in the same clothes from his celebration. She furrowed her eyebrows as she twisted her body to look at him. 
“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be back down there?” Blake questioned, her eyes following Max as he walked around and sat on the opposite side of the booth. He noticed her shivering right away, fumbling to get his jacket off and pass it to her. She went to protest but she could feel the warmth from his own body radiating off the jacket and it was just too damn enticing. 
“They won’t notice that I’m gone.”
“Well, I’m supposed to be meeting someone and-”
“You’re supposed to be meeting me, Blake.” Blake stared at him, his jacket clearly a few sizes bigger than her frame but she was warm nonetheless. “I sent the flowers.” Blake thought that deep down she knew it was Max but played it off as someone else because she wasn’t too sure what to expect. 
“I don’t understand.” Blake confessed, leaning over to place the bottle of Champagne on the glass top table. 
“I knew it was the only way I could talk to you, without any distractions, without you running away and avoiding me.” This was the first in person conversation with Max that was civil. There was no glaring, no death stares, no scoffing or rolling of the eyes. It felt nice, though again, Blake wasn’t too sure what to expect from this. 
“There's been a reason for that, Max. You’ve threatened my friends, you’ve ruined my relationship with someone who I thought was my friend, my family. You’ve made me out to be some homewrecker. I don’t know what to think.” Max looked down as the palm of his hands in his lap before looking back up, directly into Blake’s eyes. She thought she would feel intimidated by the look after all his past glares but she felt…Warm? He looked apologetic.
“I have no excuse, I know that.” Blake burrowed herself into his jacket, waiting for Max to continue. “But I want to make things right.”
“Why do you love me? You never bothered to get to know me when I was working with Kelly so I just don’t understand.” It was a valid question, but Max had the answers. He seemed to chuckle to himself, it seemed obvious. And perhaps it was to him. 
“You don’t care for the life Kelly wanted. You love meeting people, making people laugh, smile, happy. You are a beacon as soon as you walk into a room and everyone gravitates towards you, no matter what. I know lots about you, through Kelly, through Penelope. I know you love sunflowers and roses with baby’s breath because yellow, red and white are your favourite colours. I know you want a dog but want to own a house before getting one, I know you love to cook rather than go out. I know things about you, Blake, more than you realise.” Max finished, looking at Blake expectantly. 
“That’s not really giving me an answer Max, make me understand.” He pushed himself from the position on the couch and moved closer to her. Blake wanted to back away, create some sort of distance between the two but instead her heart started to beat faster. “I can’t give you what Kelly had. I’m no model, I rent an apartment, I have no living family. I’m sure this is all just a phase, Max.” 
“I thought it was a phase, at the very start. But then I found myself wishing I was taking you out on trips or to fancy restaurants, it was you that I wanted to celebrate a win with. I don’t want Kelly, I want Blake Collins, I want you.” It was romantic, that much Blake could admit, but she wasn’t going to give in that easily. She wasn’t even sure where Max stood in her life. Did she have feelings for him? She certainly didn’t hate it. 
“I’m not some prize to be won, I’m not a possession you just have. I’m not even sure I even like you as a friend.” Max clenched his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew he fucked up with his words, with his explanation. 
“No, no. You’re right, I didn’t mean it like that. Look, I can’t take back anything I did or say and I regret that, I really do. But let me have one chance, one chance to get this right. One chance to prove to you.”
“One chance, Verstappen, and it’s not going to be easy.”
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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 1 month ago
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Morbid Fascination
Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.5k
Warnings: fluff
Summary: JJ and the team continue to look for the unsub that keeps slipping from their grasp while you get ready for the housewarming party you’re throwing to celebrate living with JJ. The party is a success, but becomes a bit too interested in the bleeding painting you got at Leo’s art gallery. 
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Square Filled: hotch for @anyfandomgoesbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3
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“I don’t know why you’re asking me this. You know I’m not into that stuff. You choose. We’ll be fine with whatever you put out,” JJ says as she gets dressed for work.
“Baby, it’s not just me. You’re in this with me, too. I don’t want to put out something that they don’t like.”
“Fine. Finger foods. You okay with that?”
“Baby, finger foods won’t go over well with people from my world.”
“See? This is why I tend to stay out of the decision-making. It’s a housewarming party. Just make good food and I don’t think they’d care. I trust you.”
You and JJ walked about having a housewarming party once she was all moved in, and the last box is now unpacked. All that’s left to do is invite people and make a menu for the guests. The doorbell rings and JJ leaves the room with her morning coffee in hand. She opens the door to a delivery man with a huge package--it must be a painting due to its size.
“I have a package for Y/N.”
“That’s me,” you smile and walk over to him. You sign his device and bring the painting inside. “Thank you.”
“What is it?”
“When I was looking for a gift for you, I thought of my art friend, Leo. He’s very good at finding auctions, and he owns an upscale art gallery where I saw this painting there.” You rip the wrapping paper off. “I don’t know. I like it.”
“Wow.” She tilts her head to the side as she takes in the bleeding painting. You call it that because the paint looks like it’s bleeding with the way it’s dripping. “That’s… different.”
“What, you don’t like it?”
“Is that paint?” she asks and looks closer.
“Of course, it is. Paint can do anything these days.”
“How much did you pay for it?” she asks and takes a sip of her coffee.
“Two-point-five million,” you mumble.
JJ gasps and chokes on her coffee, careful not to spill any of it on her new shirt. “For that? I can do that!”
“I like it,” you shrug.
“Where are you going to put it?”
“The empty wall in the living room unless you don’t want it there.”
“Put it where you want,” she chuckles. “I’d advise you not to spend your money on stuff like this but I bet you’ll make that back in a few weeks.”
“Yeah,” you nod in agreement. You slide the painting into the living room to put up later and turn to her. “So, about that menu.”
She laughs. “My friends will like anything. Spencer eats anything, Derek eats anything, Emily is allergic to shellfish, Penelope loves any kind of meat, and Rossi loves bourbon and whiskey. I’m not sure what Hotch likes, but I’m sure he’ll adapt.”
“Meat but no shellfish. I can work with that.”
She walks into the kitchen to pour herself another cup of coffee, this time in a thermos for work.
“Who are you inviting?”
“Just some friends in the business and a few celebrities I’ve done business with. Ones I’m close with, anyway.”
“Like who?”
“Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds which means Taylor Swift might also show. Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downy Jr., Jennifer Lawrence, George Clooney, and Ben Affleck. To name a few.”
“Okay.” JJ is starstruck by those names but tries to play it cool. “Wow, why am I suddenly so nervous?”
“They’re sweethearts. Really good people. You’ll love them.”
“Okay, I have to get to work. Try not to spend all your money in one place.” She kisses you on her way out. “I love you!”
“I love you, too!”
JJ gets to work thirty minutes later and meets everyone in the briefing room.
“Just so you know, Y/N and I are throwing a housewarming party, and you’re all invited. I already told her no shellfish,” she winks at Emily.
“I’ll be there,” she smiles.
“Oh, and there may or may not be some celebrities there. Apparently, she’s close to a few of them.”
“Let’s get started,” Hotch says. “Penelope, what’s the update?”
“Well, we’re still no closer to finding the sick bastard. However, I just got word right before you walked in that two women who were out jogging in a residential neighborhood went missing. Their pictures are already circling through the news.”
“The ME reports on the other victims have come in,” Spencer says. “According to her, the victims were dead when they were drained of blood, and she found high doses of anesthesia in their systems.”
“That could mean the unsub feels remorse for his victims,” Derek says. “He doesn’t want them feeling pain.”
“Maybe. If he’s using anesthesia, he has to be getting that from somewhere, right? I’m assuming it’s not easy making something like that.”
“Garcia, look into businesses where they sell anesthesia and equipment for blood draining.”
“I am on it.”
She gathers her things and leaves the briefing room.
“Prentiss, you and Morgan talk to the neighbors. Maybe someone might have seen something.” The two get up and leave. “Reid, you and Dave talk to their families and see if there is a connection to the other women.”
“I’ll compile a press conference to give out the profile when we’re ready,” JJ says.
She’s not a liaison anymore, but she’s the best person for the job. You decide to stay at home instead of going into the office, and you’re in the middle of hanging the painting in the living room when the show you’re watching is interrupted by an emergency broadcast. JJ’s face comes on screen, and you turn it up to hear what she has to say.
“The suspect we’re looking for is a caucasian male between the ages of thirty and fifty. He isn’t sociable and will often shy away from large crowds. If you’ve met this man, then he will come across as not confident even though he pretends to be. He’s skilled enough to talk his way out of trouble but the same will not go for informal conversations. Please, if you think you know or know of a man like this, please call the FBI with the number at the bottom of your screen. We encourage those not to travel alone and not at night. Thank you.”
No wonder JJ is stressed. She’s been on this case for weeks and this man is somehow avoiding the FBI like the plague.
You hope this party will take some stress off her shoulders.
With the menu already figured out, you hired a chef to create it. Before you know it, there is a beautiful array of foods laid out on two tables in the living room. This isn’t a formal party so there are no servers to bring the trays around. Despite the elegant look of your house, you want this to be as chill as possible.
There are already a few people from different jeweler businesses already here, and the next people to show up are JJ’s entire team.
“Hi, welcome in. Alcohol is in the kitchen. Food is in the living room. Mingle and enjoy!” Hotch is the last one in, and you give him a warm smile. “JJ didn’t tell me what you liked to eat, so I had to guess. I hope you like what I have.”
“I’m sure I will. You have a very nice home.”
“Thank you.”
Not every celebrity that you invited showed up, but enough on the list was able to make it.
“Oh, Y/N, Rossi was asking about the layout of the house,” JJ says and brings Rossi over to you.
“I have an architect that I work with. He’s designed all four of my homes and all of my businesses. Are you looking to build a house?”
“I might be.”
“Where is he?” You look around the room and spot Randy talking with his wife. “Ah, Randy! Come here!” He breaks away from her and joins your group. “Randy, this is Rossi from the FBI. Rossi, Randy Miller.” They get to talking and you notice JJ by the food table. “Excuse me.”
“Hey,” JJ says when you approach her. “Sorry I didn’t do much to help put this together.”
“It’s okay. I know you were busy. I saw your press conference earlier. I hope you catch the guy.”
“Me, too, but I don’t want to talk about work here.” You understand. “Oh, my God, is that Julia Roberts? I’ll be right back.”
You can’t help but smile at her amusement. Spencer stands in front of the painting you bought and tilts his head in fascination.
“Do you like it?”
“What kind of painting is this? What paint was used?”
“I’m not sure. I’m not an expert. Why?”
“There’s something about this painting…”
“What?”
“I don’t know. Where did you get it from?”
“Leo’s art gallery. He said the artist is anonymous so I’m not sure who painted it. I like it, though. I like the way the paint drips down.”
“Hmm, interesting,” Spencer mutters, unable to look away.
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Hidden Truths (Alex Blake x f!Reader)
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Synopsis: You and Alex aim to keep things professional at work
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: swearing, mentions of jealousy
You sat with your chin in your palm, finger running over the wood of the table. Sitting in the back corner was always the right choice, giving you the chance to watch without being observed. Except for the sparkling brown eyes of the only person who could see you.
You pressed your lips together, doing your best to not let the smile threatening to bloom out in full force. Alex spun, writing on the white board and you gave yourself a moment to let your eyes wander over her. She was wearing the trousers that always made your head a little fuzzy. You tilted your head, following the line of her hips until she turned to survey the room again.
Her eyes caught on you for a moment before flitting away again, calling on one of the students with their hand raised. Fingers tipped with intrigue pushed her hair away from her eyes, and you let yourself look at her, long enough to find her glancing up towards you again. There was a curve to the corner of her mouth that spoke of her amusement and you couldn’t help your own lips curling up in an answering smile.
The rest of the class, the final ten minutes, passed without her looking in your direction again. You knew why, the temptation you posed there for her. It was one of the reasons you loved sitting in on her classes, only occasionally letting yourself indulge in the luxury of it.
You’d made it clear to her how much you enjoyed watching her teach.
She dismissed the class and you waited a few extra seconds before rising to your feet. Placing a hand in your pocket, you sauntered down the steps, eyes trained on her as she packed up her bag. You were so focused on her you almost ran straight into a student. Catching yourself on the bench beside you, you realised the boy in front of you was familiar.
“Professor, I didn’t know you had anything to do with linguistics,” he said, offering you an interested smile.
“I don’t,” you laughed, “just thought it would be fun to do a drive by pop in.”
“Oh, you know Doctor Blake?” he asked, looking a lot more interested now.
“I’d hope so,” you replied, “otherwise the conversation I was hoping to have with her is going to be very awkward.”
“You were hoping to have a conversation with me?”
Alex had paused at the bottom of the stairs, bag slung over her shoulder. You could still see that sparkle in her eye, the amusement loud and clear to you. You rolled your eyes, but there was still a smile on your face.
“I was,” you replied.
“And you couldn’t just text?” she asked.
“Well, I wanted an answer before four, and I know you so…” You lent closer to the student, “she never answers me.”
“You’re going to give me a bad reputation,” she laughed.
“An accurate reputation,” you shot back, “I swear she does it because she knows it annoys me.”
The student was looking between the two of you, an almost bemused smile on his face, like he couldn’t believe this was a conversation he was witnessing. You patted his shoulder.
“What do you think of Doctor Blake?” you asked, “good professor?”
“Yeah she’s… she’s brilliant,” he replied, after shooting her a quick look. You were unclear if the look was due to feeling uncomfortable about being asked about her in front of her, or if it was because he had stars in his eyes for her.
“Mind like no other,” you said, nodding your head in agreement.
“Alright, I think that’s quite enough,” she said but you could see her fighting a smile.
“Good luck with next week’s reading, George,” you said to the student, “I hear it’s a doozy.”
The two of you watched him leave the room, Alex’s hand inching towards you like a game of chicken. You caught it, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. Her eyes softened when she finally looked to you.
“You wanted to have a conversation with me,” she prompted.
“Well, less of a conversation although tongues will definitely be involved,” you replied.
Her gaze darkened, flicking down to your lips then back up.
“We’re at work,” she said.
“That was your last class of the day,” you said, “and unless I’ve missed something you have nowhere important to be.”
“What are you suggesting?” She tugged you forward by your joined hands.
“That we cut out early for the weekend and do something far more enjoyable than dealing with students,” you said.
“This is why you shouldn’t be allowed to come watch my lectures,” she said, a knowing smile gracing her features.
“I can’t resist,” you replied, “you have no idea how hot it is when you’re up there teaching. You’re so fucking sexy, Alex.”
“And I don’t think you know how intoxicating it is to be watched by you,” she said.
Her free hand came up, cupping your cheek. She pulled you closer, breath ghosting over your lips. You allowed her one moment of hesitation before closing the gap. The way she kissed was familiar, but it never failed to steal your breath. You pressed yourself against her, feeling no better than one of the students you spent all day with.
“Come on, sweetheart,” she mumbled against your lips, “let’s at least pretend to have some self control.”
“Self control?” you asked when she drew back, “what’s that?”
You loved her throaty chuckle, coming from deep in her chest. It was the sound of heaven if there was one, letting you know you’d done something right. She only did that when she was completely amused with you, and planned on showing you how much she liked that.
She pulled on your joined hands until you were following her to the door. The sunlight hit you just as she let you go, remembering at the last second that such easy affection was not for the campus. You’d both agreed, keeping your personal life from the workplace was the best course of action, if only to keep the respect of your colleagues and students. Over the years it had turned into a bit of a game to see if anyone could figure it out. It helped that you’d both kept your names.
Her car was parked by her office, while yours was on the other end of campus, near yours. The two of you split, but not before you pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, her small smile carrying you through the drive home. Three years married and you still couldn’t get over how lucky you were.
When you entered the house, she was standing in the kitchen, already pouring two glasses of wine. You curled your arms around her waist, pressing your front to her back. She hummed, leaning back against you, tilting her head when your lips found the long column of her neck. You’d been a little obsessed with it the entire time you’d known her.
“We have all weekend, darling,” she said, as you continued to kiss along her neck.
“I know,” you replied, “I’m taking my time to enjoy myself.”
She chuckled, low in her throat, leaning into you as you continued to make your presence known. She’d placed the wine glasses down, hands resting on the counter. The taste of her skin felt like home.
“Are we not even going to make it past the kitchen?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you replied, laughing into the curve of her neck.
“Sometimes I want dessert first,” she sighed as your hands begun to creep underneath her shirt.
“And sometimes I want to be bent over your office desk after watching you lecture,” you replied.
“Only sometimes?” You could hear the smile in her voice.
“Alright, I always want that after seeing you lecture.”
The drag of your fingers up the skin of her stomach, feeling her muscles flutter under your touch. She was pressing her body back against yours, letting you explore. As if you hadn’t mapped every inch of her body already.
“I don’t think you’re the one getting bent over the desk right now,” she said as your fingers found the underside of her bra covered breast.
“Is that what you want, Doctor Blake?” you asked, “to be bent over and fucked real good?”
She spun. Her hands landed on your hips, turning you until she had you pinned against the counter. Her lips hovered above yours, breaths mingling.
“Don’t forget the wine, darling.”
She slid away from you, leaving nothing but air in your arms. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the glasses and the bottle, and following her out of the kitchen.
Monday morning is was easy to slip back into your routine, having taken to the entire weekend to enjoy the company of your wife. You loved saying that. Your wife.
George was in his usual seat in your lecture, turning a light shade of pink each time you looked over. It looked as if the small amount of your life you’d shown to him the week before had influenced him. You weren’t quite sure in what way.
You let them go early, knowing a Monday morning class was always the hardest to get through for the students. It was hard enough getting through as someone who knew the material inside and out.
As you packed away your bag George approached you, looking a little unsure of himself. You smiled, hoping you were coming across as friendly and approachable.
“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, waving to a group of girls as they left the hall.
“I didn’t know you and Doctor Blake were married,” he said.
“Three years now,” you said, “it’s not common knowledge.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Just personal preference,” you said, “so keep it on the down low, yeah?”
“Oh yeah, of course. Anything for you Doctor Blake,” he said, “and you.”
“Thanks George,” you said.
You parted ways with him at the door, giving him a cheery wave as left. The walk to Alex’s office was nice, shady and green as you crossed campus. You knocked on her door, pushing it open when she called for you to enter.
“Someone has a crush on you,” you singsonged.
“Is it you?” she asked, not looking up as she marked papers.
“Forever and always,” you replied, flinging yourself into one of the chairs across from her desk, “but that’s not who I’m talking about.”
“Who are you talking about?” she asked, still not sounding interested.
“George,” you said, kicking your feet up onto her desk, “he figured out we’re married.”
That got her attention. Absentmindedly, she pushed your feet off her desk as she lent towards you.
“He figured it out?” she asked.
“Which means you owe ten bucks,” you said.
She gave you a fond eye roll, her chuckle quiet. You lent forward, plucking the pen from her fingers, twirling it in your own.
“I did know about his crush,” she said, “he’s one of many.”
“Alright, some modesty would have been nice,” you laughed.
“You have more students with crushes on you,” she replied.
“What? No, I don’t.”
“You definitely do,” she said, “I’ve counted. You’re a hot commodity on this campus, Professor.”
“You must feel pretty lucky then, Doctor Blake,” you replied, turning it into a joke to make yourself feel more comfortable.
“I do. Every single day,” she replied, sounding serious.
“Alright, well, I wasn’t expecting-“ You paused, a thought coming to you, “why have you counted?”
“Hmm?” She looked back down to the papers she still had to grade.
“The students with crushes on me. You said you’ve counted. Why?”
“No particular reason,” she replied, “it’s just good information to have.”
“Are you… Alex?” You waited for her to look up at you again, “are you jealous?”
“What? No.”
“Holy shit, you are.”
“Of course I’m not jealous of some children,” she said, leaning forward to take the pen back, “it’s just good to keep an eye out for the students who might… try to steal you away.”
“Alex.” You handed back the pen, “there is no one capable of stealing me away. I’m your problem forever. We signed a contract. It’s official.”
“Contracts can be broken,” she said, ducking her head.
You rose from your chair, rounding her desk to perch just beside her. With fingers on her chin you tilted her head up until her eyes met yours. You could see the worry swimming in there.
“Not this one,” you replied, “never. You’re stuck with me. Because there is no one else for me out there. Just you.”
“But what if-“ You pressed your index finger to her lips.
“No one,’ you said, “besides, these students are all children.”
She laughed, the breath puffing against the skin of your hand.
“Okay,” she said.
You let forward, replacing your finger with your lips, if only to show her how much she meant to you. Screw the rules. There was no one else for you, but her. And that was all there was to that.
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