#i forgot what derek calles it eventually

[szaryherbatnik]

THEM ALL POSING FOR A DRAWING AFTER WRITING A WHOLE ASS CONSTITUTION THEYRE THE SILLIEST !!!

[elisela]

waking up + sterek pls and ty ilysm 🥹🥹🥰🥰

half my soul (as the poets say) sterek, long-distance relationship, au

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The first blush of dawn wakes him. Stiles isn’t used to an east facing room—his childhood bedroom was orientated to the north, his dorm to the west—and already it’s on his list of things to look for when he eventually moves. He needs to get blackout curtains or he’s never going to get a decent night’s sleep, but it’s been low on his priority list. 

He yanks the pillow next to his over his face and gropes for his phone on the nightstand. “Siri, call Derek,” he directs, voice scratchy. Calling is such a familiar motion that he could probably navigate the screen without looking at it, but the last thing he wants is to mess up and be forced to talk to someone else at 4:36 in the morning. 

“Jesus, I just fell asleep,” is how Derek answers the phone. There’s warmth in his tone when he adds, “go back to sleep, baby,” and Stiles grins sleepily into the pillow. 

“Kay,” he says, setting the phone on the mattress next to him and turning on his side. The pillow on his face blocks the light but even with Derek’s not-really-there presence, it still takes too long before he does.

—

“You’re up early,” Stiles says, tapping the speaker button before letting the phone rest on his thigh. 

“Out of coffee,” Derek grunts in response, a non-answer to the question Stiles hadn’t asked. 

“Poor babe,” he says, grinning as he taps at his keyboard to send the fifth email he’d composed in the seven minutes he’s been in the office. He’d had visions of being terrorized by senior staff and forced to do nothing but coffee runs for the first few weeks, but his boss had handed over access to his computer after the first day of orientation and Stiles had been killing it ever since. He moves two more emails into a folder labeled “Begging for Handouts”—he never said his boss was nice to others—and picks his phone back up. “Didn’t you just go to the store yesterday?”

“Yeah,” Derek says. He yawns, stuttering on the last sound, so familiar and ordinary that it makes Stiles’ heart ache.

“Forgot to put it on the list?”

“Forgot the list.” There’s a pause while Stiles navigates the app on his phone, adding a breakfast sandwich along with the coffee, then Derek speaks again. “It’s too quiet without you.”

He double-presses the side button to check out, then screenshots and sends it to Derek. He hates being gone. He hates even more that he’s having a pretty good time checking out their new city and getting their apartment ready while Derek is stuck back in California, finishing up his last few weeks of work and cleaning their old apartment out before their lease ends. “It’s just a few more weeks,” he says, bending down to fish his earphones out of his messenger bag. 

“Yeah,” Derek says, and then, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh, I did,” he says. “You still need a good letter of reference, can’t have you biting everyone’s heads off at work because you’re not properly caffeinated.”

—

“Morning,” Stiles mutters in the general direction of the phone. Derek will hear it, he thinks. Maybe. It probably doesn’t matter if he doesn’t. “What are you and Laura doing today?”

“She insists I take her to La Palmera for the last time,” Derek says with a heavy sigh, and Stiles grins despite his exhaustion. They’ve gone to La Palmera—Laura’s favorite restaurant—for the “last time” five times now since he left. “You?”

Laying in bed all day, probably. The string of late-night work sessions have him feeling run-down, and the weariness makes him miss Derek. If he were home—

“I miss you,” he says, rolling his face into the t-shirt he’d flung on his bed the night before despite it no longer smelling like his boyfriend. His eyes burn and he blinks, trying to keep his breathing steady. 

“I can cancel with Laura,” Derek offers after a moment, and Stiles shakes his head before he’s even done with the sentence.

“It’s just a few more weeks,” he says, clutching the shirt a little closer. “Go have fun with your sister.”

He doesn’t make it out of bed until almost dinner.

—

Stiles wakes up slowly—a vague awareness of his dream floating away, light filtering in through the window—and then, once he registers the breathing, all at once.

Derek is in his bed.

He blinks.

Derek doesn’t disappear.

Derek’s arm gives slightly when he pokes it, pushing in towards his body, and sleepy eyes blink open. “Go back to sleep,” he says, voice sandpaper-rough.

“You’re here,” Stiles says, inanely. He doesn’t dare raise his voice over a whisper in case this really is a delusion and it breaks the spell. 

“Missed you.” Derek rolls over and Stiles finds himself being pulled in towards his warm chest, head fitting automatically in the curve of his neck. “Flew out last night, couldn’t wait anymore. Stuff’ll be here in a few days.”

The weight lifts from his chest and he feels like his breath comes freely for the first time all summer. “You didn’t tell me.”

“Last minute thing,” Derek says; Stiles can feel the way he frowns against his temple. “Sleep. Please. You can pretend to be mad at me in the morning.”

It is morning, he wants to say, but—Derek. In his bed. 

“Kay,” he says, and falls asleep before he can say anything more. 

still taking prompts if you want to send one!

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Protective

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Jackson Avery x reader

Jackson POV:

Today was a slow day, crap. Never say it's a slow day when your covering the ER. 

Bailey - "Incoming trauma, multiple vehicle collision and cyclist vs vehicle multiple crush injuries everyone be ready!"

What did I tell you? Anyway I go to get a trauma gown on and y/n comes up next to me.

Y/n - "If there's any open breaks I call dibs." Jackson - "Hey! No fair, whoever gets to them first gets it, okay?" Y/n - "Pleaseee, I haven't been inside an OR for days and I think I'm going insane. I pissed off Derek by accident and now he's letting Lexie scrub in and not me." Jackson - "Fine." Y/n - "Thank you so much!"

She exclaimed and then walked off to go wait for the ambulance. See, if it was anyone else, I would've stood my ground but, it's not just anyone it's y/n/n (your nickname) and it's obvious to everyone but her that I like her. But, oh well, she'll get the hint eventually right?

I walked outside just as the first ambulance arrived.

Paramedic - "Male, 31, crush injuries to the chest and lower abdomen, broken right leg and lacerations to the upper left abdomen!"

I see y/n face light up at the mention of a broken limb, she wants to do ortho so, she's into that kinda stuff. It's adorable to say the least.

We wheel in the guy on the stretcher and transfer him to the gurney. We begin to look at the chest to see if there's any liquid in the cavity and thankfully there isn't but. the abdomen began to swell so we knew he had free flowing liquid in there so we went straight to the OR.

Time skip to when they're finished and the guy's in post-op:

Y/n POV:

I'm currently waiting for this guy we just operated on to wake up. Jackson is bedside me, we're leanig against the nurses station as his eyelids begin to flutter. We make a b-line for his room. 

Guy - "Where am I?" Y/n - "Sir you're in the hospital. You werew involved in an accident involving 3 cars and yourself, you were on your bike. Other than your broken leg, which means we will need to keep you in here for another couple weeks to monitor it and so Dr. Torres can look you over and plan your recovery, your other injuries were fixed in the OR. You had some crush injuries that ruptured your spleen but, because we got in there quick we managed to repair it. The other injuries were superficial. For the sutures we will get Dr. Sloan to come in and check up on them ever other day to make sure it's all healing properly. Forgot to mention, Dr. Sloan is a plastic surgeon and Dr. Torres is an orthopaedic surgeon. Any question?" Guy - "Not about the medical stuff but I do have a question for you sweetheart." Y/n - "Go for it." Guy - "You free tonight? Such a pretty girl like you shouldn't be without a boyfriend." Y/n - "Oh, that's very sweet of you but unfortunately I'm on call tonight." Guy - "That's fine, just come visit me sweetheart. A young thing like you could make any man feel better." Y/n - "We'll see, maybe I'll come see you maybe I won't. Goodbye sir." Guy - "Bye sweetheart!"

I walked out of the room with Jackson close behind me. That man is very flattering but kinda creepy. I'm going to put away his chart when Jackson stopped me. 

Jackson - "Hey, what the hell was that?" Y/n - "What do you mean?" Jackson - "Don't bullshit me y/n. In there with the patient." Y/n - "Oh my god Jackson, I was reciprocating emotions it's basic patient care." Jackson - "Yeah comforting them and sharing concerns. Not flirting with them!" Y/n - "Okay wh- Jackson.." My voice calmed down a lot at this point and I looked him directly in his mesmerising green eyes.  Jackson - "What?!" Y/n - "You're jealous." At this point I was giggling at him. His face contorted into a shocked almost offended face but I didn't care because the blush that covered his face made it obvious that I was right. Jackson - "Wha-what, no I am not." Y/n - "Yeah you are don't deny it." Jackson - "I am not."  Y/n - "Yeah you areeee"

At this point he had accepted defeat and took the chart out my hand and grabbed my hand. I didn't question his actions and just followed him like a lost puppy. We came to a stop outside an on-call room and he opened the door and pushed me inside.

Y/n - "Jackson wha-"

I was cut off by his lips on mine. His arms snaked their way around my waist and pulled me close. My hands were around his neck as his soft lips moved against mine. He turned us around and gently pushed me against the door and pulled away briefly to speak.

Jackson - "I was jealous. Okay? I really like you  y/n/n." I tried to speak but he cut me off. "Don't say anything unless you want me to stop."

He pulled me back in and locked the door. He walked me over to one of the beds and gently laid me down. 

Let's just say I didn't get to go back to the patients room that night.

[shininglamp]

What he couldn’t remember.

While Beacon Hills was dealing with Ghost Riders

Derek was unsuccessfully hunting Kate Argent. He knew a lot was happening in Beacon Hills, and he vaguely remembered stopping by once or twice in the last few months, but he couldn’t remember why.

Derek knew there was something important, it kept nagging at his mind and tugging at his heart, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.  He had been working alone for months now. It never really bothered him, except in the last few weeks.

Needing a night off, he stops into a bar. The bartender there has light brown hair, subtly curving lips, mischievous eyes. Shamelessly he starts to flirt with her.  “Are you sure we’ve never met? You seem so familiar.” Derek wasn’t lying about this. He just couldn’t remember who she reminded him of. 

“Believe me, hot stuff, I’d remember an ass that cute.” Clearly she is into the flirting.

“Derek.”

“Stella.” The name also feels close to something, an important something that he wants to remember.  The frustration of it and the loneliness drives him to get closer to Stella. It very easily leads to a one night stand. 

Weeks later Derek bolts awake. “Stiles!!” He gasps. Scrambling for his phone he looks for Stiles’ number but it’s not there. He calls Scott. “What. The. Hell! What happened to Stiles?”

“Oh, we were dealing with Ghost Riders. But everything is okay now. Stiles is back, Peter is back…”

“I don’t give a rats ass about Peter!” He hears Peter grumble ‘I heard that’ in the background. “Is Stiles there?” He asked.

“Well, yeah… He’s a little busy.”

“What?”

Peter takes the phone from Scott. “First of all, I can’t believe you forgot your own family! Secondly, while Stiles and Lydia may have saved the day with their undying love for each other, I want it noted that I put my skin on the line, literally. Without me…”

Derek hangs up on his uncle, the words undying love echoing in his head.

Days go by. Derek attends their graduation, politely congratulating all of them, pretending he wasn’t there just for Stiles.

“Derek! I got in. The FBI internship!”

“What? You?”

“Yes, me.”

“That’s… really amazing!” Derek uses this as an excuse to hug Stiles. He loves the responding smile. Stiles runs over to Lydia, and Derek leaves Beacon Hills.

Derek decides to double down on his hunt for Kate. This leads him to the scenes of mass murders of entire packs. Misunderstood as being a suspect, he continues to investigate on his own.

Stiles calls. “Derek. What’s going on?”

“Wish I knew.”

“You’re our prime suspect!”

“Well I didn’t do it. I’m hunting the thing that did.”

“You mean Kate?”

“It’s different. Bigger. Like She’s working with others. The killing, it’s not random anymore. It’s strategic.”

“I need you to keep your head down.”

“I can’t. It’s all pointing back to Beacon Hills.”

“Derek…!” Stiles is frustrated, but he sighs and calms his tone. “What do you want to bet that Scott is still there? Damn it! I told him to get out.”

“I’ll stay in the shadows, but unless we can prove who’s really behind these massacres you can’t prove my innocence.”

“I’ll do what I can.” Stiles hangs up.

Lay low. Huh. Loping back into his wolf form, Derek continues his hunt.

Eventually Stiles coordinates with him on an FBI raid, making sure to showcase the true conspirators behind the string of deaths.

During which one of the hunters aims his gun at Derek and Stiles kicks the gun out of the man’s hands in his naturally uncoordinated reckless way, causing the gun to go off and him to lose a toe.

“Idiot, I can heal, you can’t! What were you thinking?” Derek scolds him as he picks up Stiles in his arms.

“They shot my toe!” He yells, then passes out at the sight of his bloody shoe. “Idiot.” Derek stays with him in the ambulance.

Derek waits for Stiles in the hospital. Peter calls. “What is it?” As he gets the run down, Stiles is signing release forms. Surprisingly he’s not limping. “I’m heading to you now.”

“Ready for more?” Derek asks. They swing by Styles’ house for a change of clothes. “You… have my size here?”

“Yeah. You know, last time you wore that striped thing and you looked ridiculous, so…”

Derek quietly growls at the humiliating memory, but pulls on the black shirt, happy that Stiles thought of him.

They take the jeep and meet up with the pack. The battle against the Annuk’Ite doesn’t last long. In the ensuing days, everyone leaves town, Scott heading up the fight against Monroe.

Autumn was quickly turning to winter.

Kate was gone, so Derek made himself available to be called into help Scott. In the meantime, he tried to content himself that Stiles cared enough to take a bullet for him. He needed to let his feelings go so he could be happy for Stiles and Lydia. It wasn’t easy.

That’s when he came across the old bar. He was going to just drive by, then remembered the cute bartender Stella. Her features, down to the freckles, were quite similar to Stiles. Her comments and jokes were just as quirky as Stiles. Even though Derek didn’t remember Stiles at the time, his heart was looking for him. Derek quickly parks the car and goes in.

Stella turns around, her belly big. “Wondered when you’d be back, hot stuff.”

That night Derek calls Stiles. “I’m going to have a son.”

“Whoa! When did this happen? I mean, congratulations!”

Derek, wanting to explain how he couldn’t remember Stiles and inadvertently looked for a replacement, wanting Stiles to get jealous maybe, not able to deny his own excitement about becoming a father, could only answer “Thanks.”

Stella was sweet, but she didn’t want Derek or Eli. She wanted her freedom, and so was happy to let Derek be the sole parent.

Stiles and the pack come over to see the new baby. “Oh my gosh! He’s so cute!” Lydia gushes.

“He looks so much like you.” Scott says, not knowing what to say.

“Huh.” Stiles glances back at Derek then at Eli. He narrows his eyes.

Sheriff Stalinski looks over his son’s shoulder. “Huh.” The Sheriff looks between his son and Derek then back at Eli. “You’ll have your hands full with this one.”

Derek smiles knowingly and picks up his son adoringly.

[were-wolverine]

okay so

hear me out

rafael mccall as anakin skywalker

scott mccall as luke skywalker, who is raised by his mother melissa (there’s not really a padme, but melissa is still scott’s mom) on a moisture farm or whatever tf it is

stiles as leia organa (so yes they’re not *actually* related but shush). he’s the son of senator organa (sheriff stilinski) and his wife (claudia stilinski). from a young age he’s aware of the resistance

senator organa worries about the (highly political) pressure on his son, and after multiple incidents of stress-induced panic attacks, he sends stiles to go live with melissa (claudia’s best friend) and her son scott on Tatooine

they’re about 7 when this happens and are raised together for the next 10ish years. they spend their youth finding scrap parts, stiles building stuff, and scott testing them out (which usually ends in disaster, but neither of them have died!)

stiles calls his mom and dad every day and visits often, but honestly prefers being out of the spotlight and getting to just be himself with his best friend/brother scott

stiles eventually goes back to alderaan when they’re around 17 (funnily enough, scott and stiles were born the exact same day in the same year so they like to joke that the universe wanted them to be twins 👀)

anyway flash forward about a year or so, stiles is captured by darth vader, scott buys R2D2 and C-3PO, he finds the message and is like “wtf that’s my brother! i need to go save him!” and goes to see ‘ben kenobi’ (deaton ofc) etc etc

deaton and scott meet a man named derek hale and his wookie friend isaac in a seedy alien bar and somehow they get onto an imperial ship together to save ‘prince stiles of alderaan’ (scott is like ‘oh damn i forgot he was a prince’ and derek is like ‘??what?’)

by the way yes this is all a long winded way to have stiles!leia and derek!han

cue the iconic “you’re a bit short for a stormtrooper” and yay sibling reunion

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT NOW I WANT TO WRITE THIS UGH GOD I HATE IT HEREEEE

also thinking about the wookies just being. wolves. but like massive wolves. isaac as chewie. and. and derek being literally raised by wolves (or some weird giant version of them). they’re still called wookies but they’re basically giant sentient wolves

(derek’s family died when he was a baby so the wolves found him and raised him. there will definitely be a ‘were you raised by wolves/wookies?’ joke)

god someone please help me the brainrot is too strong

[eastcoastboyos]

Gator Country

The day started off with a visit to Buffalo Tiger Air Boat tours. The outpost is on the side of a highway running straight through the everglades and within native land. Fearful of the direct sun, us white boys did the most sensible thing upon arrival, and hastily reapplied sunscreen before signing in for our tour.

Our guide was a man named Garrett. Muscle shirt, tattoos, tanned to hell, scruffy unkept beard, and who immediately lit a cigarette upon arrival. His aunt appeared to run the joint, and he remarked about how the Feds seem to do nothing right. We speculated on his political affiliation.

Not without merit, Garrett informed us of his Miccosukee (and Scottish) heritage and how the US government had went to war with his people, and how a clever chief managed to secure their territory by parlaying with Fidel Castro, thus making the American government eager to please.

Touring around the grassy swamp, Garrett took us to an unused historic native village that we gingerly explored. We learned much from Garrett and his self proclaimed passion for biology, from sugar apples to gator nest monitoring.

Boating around, I was eagerly hoping to see a Gator and after 15 mins of circling we found our target. BoBo, a five foot male, seemed familiar with Garrett and leisurely swam over to our boat before closing his eyes for what appeared to be a nap. Much quiet and excitement was had over the close encounter.

Driving home, the boys had to practice calming the mind amongst Miami drivers. The congestion and aggressive drivers here seem to serve as a reminder of what can happen when a city prioritizes the individual over efficient group transportation.

After a brief mishap parking wise, the lads cooled down in our icebox airBnb which seems to only have two AC settings: artic or off. We then headed out to the beach while I stayed behind to chat with Tova for a bit.

It was a hot sunny day outside, and so once the pull of the beach called, I too assembled myself. To my surprise, the boys had not taken the beach umbrella, nor beach towels, nor cooler, nor sunscreen. It had seemed the call of the beach had rushed them too soon.

Collecting these supplies, I headed out to a local grocer and obtained some cold drinks, snacks, and ice cream for the cooler. I luckily ran into Joel on my way to the surf and after some brief head turning, found the boys behind a metal box.

Much content was had over the delivered supplies. After wolfing down the rapidly melting ice cream, the lads alternated between lounging in the sun, swimming amongst the waves, and people watching. Allen unfortunately forgot about his sunglasses as he dove into the water, and after an unsuccessful search party, we accepted them as lost to the ocean.

Oddly, while searching for his black and red shades, we even found a different pair of glasses, with clear frames, as if to be a cruel tease of the big blue. Watching advertising planes and cruise ships go by, the boys eventually headed back.

Pizza was had for dinner and most of us crammed onto Blake and Allen's sofa bed to watch the Canada - Uruguay soccer match amongst picture posting of Blake's "chub". Joel unfortunately had to take his jersey off at the end when Uruguay won via penalty kicks.

Walking the art Deco walk at night, Joel messaged a potential new lady friend, an we sauntered, watching people flaunt their fancy cars, dress, and bodies. Standing along the street for a couple minutes, we watched a drag show, and I got to say, the lgbtq community knows how to party.

Derek

[bindtorturekillme]

Your Eyes, Vacant & Stained

Ch.5 - 3k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

"We got stuck in Northern Nevada because the virus slowed down as it went south. It looked like the moa-"

"Gerard. Just called them roamers if you refuse zombies." Gerard scrunched his nose at Frank while he interrupted.

"FINE. The roamers," he said with a sneer. "were slowed down by the heat at first but the virus adapted pretty quick."

Warnings 

Gore, Death, Murder, WORK-IN-PROGRESS, not completed (and chapters unknown) but I know the ending, trust me guys I will write it, I just need people to love this idea with me, Zombies, Gay, mcr??

Support my AO3 with part five otherwise, enjoy ♥

Chap.1 | Chap.2 | Chap.3 | Chap.4 | Chap.6 | Chap.7 | Chap.8 | Chap.9 | Chap.10 |

I wonder if anyone would've even noticed if I just... left...

Frank pushed the intrusive thoughts away, he was watching the sky in the bed of the truck, it shifted colors slowly, the wind was picking up and fighting the blistering heat. It was not until the sun started to go down when Frank was found by Gerard.

Frank jumped slightly as he was snapped back to reality by Gerard climbing into the bed of the truck and laying down next to him without saying a word. Frank stared at him, but Gerard refused to look his way. Eventually, he too would look away and return to the clouds. Even with the wind cooling him down, the heat from Gerard's body was radiating towards him and Frank was close enough now that Gerard's cologne wavered in along with it. Frank did not notice his smell before, and now that he did, he struggled to keep his erection down. He hoped Gerard wouldn't notice if they just kept looking away.

"I'm sorry about your friends." Gerard finally broke the silence. The mention of Kyle and Derek again killed Frank's erection. He rolled his eyes and stared at the wall of the truck, away from Gerard, attempting to figure out the most appropriate way to respond.

"Thanks." Was all he finally managed. Frank looked back up and could tell Gerard was staring at him. He barley looked at Gerard before adding, "They weren't really my friends, we were just here on a work trip... We aren't even from the same branches..." That seemed to satisfy Gerard because he finally detached his gaze.

The erection did not ease, the pain twisted up into his gut and he had an urge to rolled over on top of Gerard and take him in the back of the truck, he could care less who saw. He felt himself pulse and tried to avert his thoughts again, can you have a serious relationship with someone without immediately wanting to fuck them? Frank laughed at himself and Gerard turned to him.

"What?"

"Nothing." Frank answered too quickly, he had bent his knee up to help hide his erection now, thankfully the tight pants were holding him down. "Did you just come out here to tell me sorry? I shared because you guys did, I figured it was a group effort... type... thing..." Gerard flipped onto his side to see Frank better, they watched each other for a few minutes after Frank stopped talking.

"Are you doing okay?" Frank's face grew hot and red, he couldn't maintain eye contact any longer.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Frank sounded more hostile than he meant.

"You just left pretty abruptly earlier, so I wanted to make sure you were cool."

"It felt awkward when I was done. I dunno, I never feel like I'm in the right place." Literally. Shut up, dude. Frank rolled his eyes at himself, again. He forgot how awkward he could be when he's sober. Institutionally, Frank reached into his pocket for the Altoids tin.

"Well, neither have I. Maybe it's the right place because we never feel right." Frank popped open the tin and put a joint between his lips before he lazily looked over at Gerard.

"And I thought I was lame." Gerard had pulled out a lighter and lit the joint without Frank moving. Gerard smiled at him and took it out of his lips after Frank inhaled deeply. Gerard began inhaling, "Y'know, you could ask-" But Frank was cut off by Gerard grabbing his mouth and pulled him close.

They were not kissing but Frank's entire body had shifted close to Gerard and he felt himself throbbing again. Gerard's face was hot and both of them kept their eyes closed as Gerard blew his smoke into Frank's mouth, Gerard let him go as he finished taking it all in. He watched Frank panic with a smirk.

Frank lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked down at Gerard, exhaling a thick cloud of white smoke, snatching his joint back while Gerard snickered. "You can also ask for consent before making out with me, but nice pothead trick." He took another deep inhale before offering it to Gerard anyways.

They went back and forth sucking at the joint alone as the sky went from orange to pink to purple to black. Eventually the air became chilled, their joint was burned to the end and they were laying so close they were touching now as they watched the stars.

"Is anyone going to come out here looking for us?" Frank blurted out.

Gerard just laughed, "I doubt it, but don't get too excited. I don't fuck on the first date." Gerard winked at him, but Frank just looked nervously away.

"T-that's not what I meant... I just figured someone would get worried about us." Frank mentally wiped sweat from his brow as he thought he was being slick.

"I said I would go looking for you, and for them to stay inside until I get back so, yeah basically we're alone for awhile." Gerard smiled at him. "I want to know you, Frankie," Frank had lost his erection but it came right back at the sound of Gerard using his new nickname again. "If we want to survive together, we gotta get to know each other." And he was right, just because things were going well now did not mean they were totally compatible.

"Okay... What do you want to know?"

"Well all I currently know about you is your name... and the fact that you woke up in a room with your dead coworkers. Traumatized is all I got from ya."

Frank laughed, "That's about it, hi my name is Frank and I'm traumatized." Frank held his hand out for a shake and they laughed together.

"Well, first of all, I don't even know where you're from." Gerard pointed out.

"New Jersey, like middle of the state." Gerard raised his eyebrows, surprised.

"You don't sound like you're from there."

"What do people from Jersey sound like?"

"Well... You, I guess." Gerard laughed at himself. "Since you know Mikey is the only family I got left, what about you? Have any family or...?" Gerard trailed off and waited for a response. What Frank was not going to tell Gerard was how he had texted his family members each individually and then all together in one group chat this morning before they left but still had not heard back from any of them.

"Uh... Yeah, my parents and brother are still kickin' somewhere back home. They're still active online..." He had also looked up his brothers name on a search engine to stalk his social media accounts, since Frank felt like he was above social media that was the only way he could see if his family actually was okay. And they were, Frank's parents had just shared a photo of a fancy dinner they went to this weekend and his brother was posting pictures from a mountain somewhere with his fiance and a tapped maple tree with syrup pouring out. Frank was pissed about them ignoring him but decided to wait before reaching out to them again.

But he pushed the thought away as the warmth of Gerard's hand suddenly on his thigh radiated up into his dick. The blood ran from his brain straight down, warmth pooled in Frank's groin. He cleared his throat but was unable to look at Gerard, who kept touching him. "Like, I said before, we gotta help each other." His hand lifted quickly as he pointed back towards to golf building and Frank felt the shock of cold air again. "If we could find three people in just two days, that has got to be good."

Frank was chewing on his lip as he thought through his next question, "You guys keep saying you've lost a lot of people, condolences on your families, I-I... I just don't understand-" But before Frank could continue, Gerard had sat up and curled his knees to his chest. He rested his chin between them and sighed deeply.

Frank sat up and tears silently fell down Gerard's face. Frank had no time to respond before Gerard had inhaled deeply, wiped the tears away and looked back at him with a pained smile.

"Sorry..." Frank whispered out, but Gerard shook his head and scrunched his eyebrows before Frank could start consoling.

"No, no, you're okay, I'm fine." The red in his face cooled down. "What was your question? I can answer now, it just..." he sighed again. "It's been, like, two weeks since all of this started. I don't really smoke weed so everything just kinda hit me like a brick wall." Gerard chuckled to break the weird tension between the two of them. He was still hugging himself.

"I... You guys seem really good at acting like you're fine." They laughed together and Gerard relaxed his body, inviting Frank back in. "I just wanted to ask if you met a lot of strangers before me." Frank bit his cheeks, he felt stupid for making Gerard cry but he needed to know more. He was so intrigued by Gerard, Ray, and Mikey; he also needed to know how they were able to deal with death so well but now was clearly not the time.

"Actually yes." Frank mimicked an over exaggerated gesture of shock and honor that made Gerard chuckle. "We got stuck in Northern Nevada because the virus slowed down as it went south. It looked like the moa-"

"Gerard. Just called them roamers if you refuse zombies." Gerard scrunched his nose at Frank while he interrupted.

"FINE. The roamers," he said with a sneer. "were slowed down by the heat at first but the virus adapted pretty quick." Before Frank could say anything, Gerard pulled out his phone and shoved the screen in Frank's face, showing a paused video. "This is a clip I got when we first crossed the border, you'll see the welcome sign in the back as I pan around." Frank took the phone and pressed play, Gerard used this as an excuse to scoot as close to Frank as he could. They were nearly touching now, and the chilled desert air was suddenly warm again.

Frank watched the video as it showed a long stretch of highway, an endless desert, and what looked like melting people slowly walking and crawling sporadically all over the road. The camera panned over the mountains, most bodies or body-like lumps in the sand looked like melting cheese, the only thing distinguishing the bodies from rocks or tumbleweeds were the shape of the bodies. Some were long, some were short, but they all had red or dark brown skin and were either laying down or on their knees in pain as their skin melted. As the camera continued to pan, Frank was greeted with a waving Ray and Mikey from inside what must have been their last vehicle, a roofless convertible. Gerard noticed Francis glance at him and smirk.

Gerard rolled his eyes and gave Frank a light slap on the arm, "We hit some campsites close to Cali before we came to Nevada just to see if there was anyone alive. Spoiler alert, there wasn't. They had some dogs that were aggressive but NOT like those ones from earlier." The one that was missing its snout and had teeth coming from all directions flashed into Frank's mind again and he shuddered, pausing the video.

"Have you guys ever seen anything like that?" Gerard's hands shot up in defense.

"Cross my heart, we were virgins to the 'roid dogs with ya." Frank let out a belly laugh.

"LITERALLY! What the hell was wrong with that dogs body?!"

"I dunno, but I bet his owners fed him protein powder." They were cackling together as they continued to make up their minuscule fantasy family.

"Oh yeah, absolutely. Dog was getting a breakfast of a can of wet food and PROTEIN." Frank started exasperatingly flexing his muscles while using a much deeper pitch while he spoke. This sent them into a fit of laughter together and, for a moment, they forgot about everything bad going on. The dogs that jumped them had come as a bad memory and they combated it together. It clicked in Frank's head in that moment that that was how Gerard was able to cope; making a complete joke about it.

It probably isn't the healthiest way to cope but...

Once they caught their breath, Gerard urged him to continue the video. The camera panned past the boys smiling in the car to show a very melted body in the road, it had not completely melted but into a terrifying silent scream. The body seemed to be frozen in place as bubbling could be faintly heard when Frank held the speaker to his ear. Its eyes bulged out of its head and its stomach looked like it had turned into a water balloon with too much water in it.

"Do you see how it bulges to much right there?" Gerard put his finger against the screen, even though there was no other body in the frame. "Watch what happens." Gerard was clearly excited to share this video with someone. Frank watched as who he assumed was  Mikey's arm by the nearly reflective skin popped into frame with a long machete. Slowly, he pushed the tip into the stomach and a loud hissing sounded off like a ready kettle. As he dragged the knife down it's stomach, the body seemed to lose it's stiffness and all melt into a large heap as the half liquidized organs slushed out. Audibly three voices can be heard making disgusted sounds as the camera shook a little and the video stopped.

Gerard took back his phone, "Yeah, so that was really the worst thing we've seen yet. Or, at least the grossest. I think I can speak for Mikey and Ray on this one, we were all just as terrified as you were when we saw those dogs. We were excited to see the extreme heat of summer was killing off the virus."

"Well, it definitely didn't kill it off."

"No, and I sometimes forget it's a virus and just because we followed one road to different towns that got infected, doesn't mean the towns we avoided weren't hit."

"No, it would be pretty ignorant if that was what you thought."

Gerard nodded in agreement, "Exactly, so my theory is because we saw it struggling with heat so much, it will probably react the same way once winter hits. All the mo-Roamers," He corrected himself, smiling proudly. "will slow down and hopefully freeze again like they did for the heat. So, that's kind of why we want to go to Wisconsin. That, and because of the safe house they're currently making."

"Yeah, I really hope that isn't just another rumor. But, I think I see a flaw in your theory."

"Shoot."

"I can understand that if they melted in the extreme heat, they most likely will freeze in the winter, but... what happens when they thaw?" Frank said it more like a statement rather than a question. He could tell Gerard was thinking it over, but he continued, "Let's not forget the fact that it is, quite literally, July. Winter doesn't come for, like... six months basically, and isn't Wisconsin only a days drive away?"

"Wisconsin winters can start as early as October! And yes, it is-"

"Hang on, hang on, hang on..." Frank rubbed his temples. "If Wisconsin is the destination, and you're from Oregon, why are you in southern Nevada picking up strangers."

"If the world was ending, and no one believed you even after your family dies, wouldn't you go where ever you wanted to just to feel good before it's over?" Frank was taken aback by Gerard's answer, but knew he was right. The thought of places to go besides home was strange because he had little desire to return home knowing the inevitable.

"You got me there." Frank acknowledged.

"...And we wanted to see Vegas. It's not as fun when money isn't be thrown around by drunk people." They laughed together again. "So, Frankie..." There was the nickname again, Frank felt dumb and weak as his dick nearly instantly got hard again. "Where in the WORLD have you always wanted to go?" Frank smirked at the thought, knowing full well the airports would be shut down soon and traveling outside of America was going to become difficult.

"What about... Denver." One place he knew he wanted to go to before he died was Colorado, besides wanting to go for the copious amounts of marijuana he assumed he would find, he has always wondered what the world looks like from the top of some of the tallest mountains in the nation.

A wide grin stretched across Gerard's face. "You better prepare yourself then, because Ray has already requested it! We will be stopping there on our journey through the beautiful cities of Middle America. I bet you guys have more in common than you think."

"Oh really?"

"Well, he was our stoner friend!" Frank's mouth tightened into a line.

"I. Am not. A pot-head." Frank defended himself but Gerard laughed at him.

"Okay, if you say so!"

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Well, Ray didn't bring any weed with him, for one. So you got him beat on that." Frank stuttered and fumbled over his words as he figured out how to fight back.

"I found these on a body when I took the truck!" The tin made a clicking sound as he hit it in his pocket.

"Well. You must be lucky then. Keeping you around might be a better idea than we thought." Frank could tell Gerard did not believe him. "Come on," Gerard started to push himself out of the truck bed. "We don't want anyone thinking we're being naughty out here." Gerard winked at Frank as he also got himself out of the truck, slamming the door behind them. The clock on their phones showed it was just after eleven.

"Don't worry, Gerard, I don't think they're gonna assume we were fucking out here."

Gerard's face went beat red and Frank mentally praised himself for making Gerard as bothered as Gerard made him. Gerard began stumbling over his words this time, "That's-that's not what I meant! We probably smell like weed!" Frank slid a side eye over to Gerard, who definitely meant sex when he said 'naughty' but did not predict Frank to respond as quickly as he did, and with as much sass.

"Maybe if I get reeeaaallll close to Ray tonight, he'll want to go out back and do something naughty with me and a joint." Gerard's face was almost as red as the people Frank saw boiled alive in his video from earlier. Gerard stayed silent this time, but his face remained red as they walked in together. "Just kidding." It was Frank's turn to wink this time as the two of them walked through the halls to their makeshift rooms.

When the two entered, Mikey and Ray were already curled up under their blankets, two empty beds lay between them.

[fkinavocado]

In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 5 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Part 6 (Word count: 4,5K)

“...Y/N!” a confused Emily greeted you at the front door

“Hey, hi! Just came over to collect my car... “ you laughed weekly, a bit out of breath but trying to mask it with fake enthusiasm. You swallowed the lump in your throat and explained “I forgot to get my car keys back before I left yesterday and your dad was kind enough to offer to go get it from where we’d left it near the airport for me”

You could see Harry from behind his daughter all the way in the living room area, his concerned expression quickly morphing into one of his trademark smirks. Yeah. Saved your ass, you’re welcome.

Those window-hopping skills were really coming into handy, now, too, weren’t they? You gave him a knowing look then focused your attention solely on Emily, lest you gave anything away.

“Yeah, dad mentioned that just earlier. We were literally just talking about it, how weird is that?” she laughed and you internally cringed at how close a call this had been. “Hey, come in, sorry to keep you at the door like that!”

“No, it’s alright, I’ll just uh, grab the keys and be on my way”

“Nonsense” Harry finally cut in “Come in, stay a little, don’t be a stranger”

He really wasn’t doing a great job at keeping a neutral face, but you probably weren’t either. Good thing Emily was seemingly more preoccupied with her phone than the two of you exchanging heated glances.

“I should really get going. Wanna avoid the traffic on the way back and all that…”

“Guess there’s no point sticking around if you’re not going to visit with your parents” Emily sighed then grimaced “Derek told me about the whole mess with your folks and them being mad at you for not showing up…”

You froze and glanced at Harry who was now frowning at the realization that you hadn’t, in fact, visited with your parents the previous day “He did, did he? Well. Yeah. It’s… a long story. But yeah, guess there’s no reason not to be heading home. “

After a drawn out moment of awkward silence, Harry cleared his throat “I’ll just bring out your trolley, I hadn’t gotten to getting it to the car yet” he said, his voice grave

“Oh, yeah. Thanks” you nodded, hands folded in front of you.

“Sorry you had to go a whole day without your stuff” the girl shrugged while her father went into the bedroom to get your trolley “Dad told me how you eventually left yesterday since you probably got tired of waiting, him taking his sweet time napping on the couch and all...” she giggled

“Please, it’s fine. Thanks again for having me over the other day, hope you didn’t mind me intruding like that…”

“Of course not! Besides, it turned out fine, since I had to go caroling and dad didn’t have to spend Christmas Eve all by himself. He told me you two even played a board game, and you let him win. I never let him win, so I imagine he must’ve been pretty psyched!”

“Yeah, guess I did, didn’t I” you cleared your throat “Well, thanks nonetheless”

Harry emerged with your trolley and you followed him to the car “Well it’s been nice seeing you again, Y/N! Drive safe!”

“You too, and thanks!”

The girl shut the front door leaving you and Harry in the driveway, him loading your trolley into your truck

“So what did you do yesterday when you weren’t, in fact, visiting with your parents?” he asked, not looking at you while he busied himself unnecessarily with your luggage

“What does it matter?” you shrugged. You got slightly defensive, not being used to anyone giving you the third degree anymore

After a long moment, he finally turned and looked at you properly, shutting the truck “You really running off on me like this?” his voice quiet and a bit apprehensive

“I’m not running off” you scoffed “I really need to be getting back. Got work tomorrow”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it”

You looked at him closely then, this was really bothering him “And what would you have had me do, Harry? Hide in your bedroom indefinitely?” you whisper-shouted

“No” he shoved his hands into his pockets “I was going to drive Emily to her grandparents’, she visits with them for a couple of days on her winter breaks...”

You didn’t even know what that had to do with you “Yeah, well… I still got work tomorrow and it’s already gonna be heavy traffic leaving so late”

He searched your eyes, his gaze shifting from one to the other back and forth until he finally took a few steps backwards “Drive safe, Y/N”

You nodded, averting your eyes and quickly getting in the car. You pulled out of the driveway, not resisting not looking at him just before you drove off, his expression unreadable, but looking into your rearview mirror you could see him looking after you until your car took a turn and his house was no longer in vision.

*

After having smoked for the entirety of your short trip home, getting back to your “other” home, you decided to start all over again and quit cold turkey this time around. It wasn’t going as well though. Not even a full week in and you were going absolutely mental.

Realistically, you knew this was not the only reason for why you were feeling absolutely miserable.

You’d transferred your father the money to pay off your car loan, and made sure to tell your mother to check his balance but she barely acknowledged your text.

You were still so mad at them for not even giving you a call. Up until Emily mentioned your brother telling her that your parents were mad at you for not making it home for Christmas, you’d honestly thought they’d forgotten all about you.

But no, of course they were the ones that were mad. After not having even told you not to bother going to the airport to pick up your brother who they knew wasn’t even coming! What if something had happened to you on the way? What if there’d been an accident? There were literally endless reasons why you could’ve not made it home that Christmas Eve.

When were you going to get it into your head? They didn’t care. Nobody cared. Nobody.

The fact that you were about to spend New Year’s alone was testament to that. You’d never felt more alone in your life. All your friends had plans, everybody was out celebrating but you flat out refused all of their invitations to various parties.

You were going to be throwing your own party. A pity party.

You made sure to stack up on booze and ibuprofen. The rest was superfluous. The only thing you were regretting was not having gotten any cigarettes. Because you had a feeling you’d be needing them soon. It was all getting a bit too much.

You lay on your bed, lights out, just you and your bottle of bourbon. You’d gotten the same you’d drank at Harry’s the night you met him, and you decided it was worth splurging on for New Year’s. It was really good bourbon. But it also made you really nostalgic.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been obsessing over that last night together. And how could you not? Nothing had ever even come close. But then, you had no idea what happened that following morning, you just knew that, somehow, you’d fucked it all up.

And for what?

He’d been right, you were running away. But why and from what exactly, you had no clue to this day. What was the worst thing that could’ve happened? He would’ve fucked your brains out. Boo-hoo.

You took a chug of your bourbon. The sound it made swishing around in the bottle announced that you were going to finish it before the fireworks hit, so you tried to pace yourself a bit.

You wondered what he was doing for New Year’s. Probably some hot chick.

Another chug.

You huffed. It seemed like such a long time ago, almost like a fever dream. When in reality it hadn’t even been a week since he’d made you come so hard that you thought your vision would go impaired indefinitely. And that was using just his fingers. You were actually genuinely afraid of what he would’ve done using his cock, given a chance.

Had you? -Given him a chance? Did he even want it? He’d sounded like he wanted to take things further. If only you hadn’t blown your chances like an idiot...

You weren’t nearly as drunk as you thought you were going to be by then. And you definitely needed to be drunk to get through the night. You could hear your neighbors from all around you partying. Everybody was buzzing, and you couldn’t even get buzzed.

To be fair, the alcohol was probably at least doing something, ‘cause you caught your finger hovering above his number. How’d it even get there? Hm. Well, in any case, you weren’t drunk enough to call, so maybe just an innocent text?

<<your bourbon is a hit at my new year’s party>>

You scoffed, throwing your phone to the side and rubbing your face in second hand embarrassment at your own lame joke. You couldn’t feel your nose, so that was promising.

Your phone chimed. Probably Sephora wishing you a Happy New Year and urging you to grab a concealer they had on sale, just in time to mask the post-partying undereye evidence. How considerate.

<<Yeah? And I wasn’t invited? Rude.>>

Your eyes widened. Shit. You really actually pressed send on that? That threw you into a fit of giggles.

<<three’s a crowd>>

<<How about a foursome? I could bring its older brother. Since I know you’ve got a more... matured taste.>>

You blinked at the display, re-reading his message several times. Was he actually inviting himself over and referencing your taste for older men all in the same text?

<<that’s more like it>>

<<Good thing I’m in town, then. Text me the address and we’ll be there in time for countdown.>>

You sat up in bed a little bit too rapidly, but was surprised that the room didn’t start spinning as a result. You definitely weren’t nearly drunk enough for this. But if he really was there, and he really was willing to drop by, were you really going to pass up the opportunity? It didn’t even have to lead to anything sexual. Though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t desperately hope he’d take the hint.

Realization hit as you remembered you’d just invited this man to your pity party and he’d definitely know it the minute he walked in. You were a mess. Hadn’t shaved in as many days as you’d been back home. Hadn’t brushed your teeth that day. Hadn’t brushed your hair in three, since you last washed it. Hadn’t even changed out of your pajamas. Hadn’t made your bed. Hadn’t taken out the trash. Definitely hadn’t put on any makeup.

But in spite of all that, you texted him your address and scurried into the bathroom, razor in tow. You then threw on some actual fresh clothes and tidied your bed, quickly put on some mascara and brushed your tangles and just when you were about to reconsider your outfit and most importantly, your choice of undergarments, the doorbell rang.

Crap, crap, crap.

At least you had time for one last chug of the bourbon. Guess it’d have to be a threesome after all.

You swung the door open, a little out of breath and you were met with the biggest smile you’d seen on Harry’s face, ever “Hi”

“Hi yourself” Crap, that accent again. He could’ve said anything and make it sound like the most depraved, filthiest thing you’d ever heard. You pushed that thought aside, trying not to get too worked up, and gestured for him to come in, which he did, in that slow paced manner of his that made everything seem so… right.

“I see you’ve brought your friend”

“It’s what got me the invite” he handed the bourbon to you and you quickly grabbed it and headed into the open space kitchen, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

He looked so good, it should’ve been illegal. He filled the whole room with his cologne, he made every space he walked into look so tiny with his tall frame in the foreground. What was a man like that doing in your one bedroom rental, on New Year’s Eve, no less? You just couldn’t make sense of it. He could’ve literally been anywhere. He could be doing anything, anyone, but he somehow was there, with you. And for what? What was wrong with him? Surely there must’ve been something terribly wrong with him to choose to be there with you of all places.

Yet there he was, clad in his long dark navy winter coat, looking like sex on toast, his eyes following you eagerly as you moved around the kitchen.

“You can take off your coat, you know” you tried to sound as casual as possible as you reached for a cupboard to find some of your fancier glasses you kept for special occasions, and you realized you’d never actually gotten to using them. This was it. This was the special occasion they’d been waiting in that cupboard for all those years.

“Already trying to get me naked?” you jumped, his playful tone coming from much closer than you’d expected it. He chuckled at your reaction, grabbing you by the elbow gently to help you catch your footing, lest you dropped your precious glasses “Woah. Maybe I just take the coat off”

You glanced at him from under your lashes as he shrugged said coat off, leaving him in a dark shirt, unbuttoned all the way to his midriff and you thought to yourself that he could’ve just really gotten naked at this point, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference, you were already such a goner.

He caught you ogling him and paused before throwing his coat over a chair’s backrest after folding it with the lining facing outward.

“Y/N… I was only joking. Hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable”

“What?” you scoffed “No, you’re fine. Uhm... So, how come you’re in town?” you averted your eyes quickly, filling up the glasses

He shrugged, you were certain he didn’t believe you though “Well my friends wouldn’t take no for an answer. They all pretty much live in the city, I’m the boring suburban single dad” he sighed for dramatic effect, placing his hands on his hips “So here I am”

“Actually there’s quite a bit there in between that you’re not disclosing. How come you ditched them to be here?” you still avoided looking at him, nursing your glass of bourbon as if you hadn’t had a whole bottle all to yourself before he came.

“I said I’m the boring suburban single dad, not the idiot. How was I gonna pass you inviting me over, hm? Especially after you ran off on me at Christmas” he got closer to you, his voice a low murmur towards the end. So you were going to address the elephant in the room

“I didn’t run off…” “You literally couldn’t have pulled your car out of my driveway quicker” he chuckled

“In fact I could have and I did, for Thanksgiving. You should’ve seen the Need for Speed stunts I pulled”

Somehow, very stealthily, you found yourself trapped between the counter and Harry hovering over you, his arms on either side of you, resting his palms flat on the fake marble top “Y/N?”

“Hm?” your stupid voice was betraying your nervousness

“You said you didn’t regret it” his eyes searched yours with a disarming amount of honesty in them

“I don’t” you murmured, matching his tone

“I gave you space, after you ran off- yeah, ran off like that” he cut you off before you could interject. He exhaled through his nose, trying to find the right words “But now that you’ve invited me here, I need to know. What is this? What are we doing?”

“...Partying?” you winced

Harry threw his head back barking a laugh “I thought we were having a foursome. Talk about disappointed” You smiled at each other some more then the silence was beginning to get too heavy again “I’m just trying not to misread anything again”

“Again?”

He raised an eyebrow “Like I did with the infamous panties. The ones I was adamant you’d left in my en suite on purpose?”

“Hmmm. Gotcha”

“Y/N…” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours “I’m going out on a limb here. You’ve gotta throw me a bone.”

Your breath caught at the contact. You desperately wanted to tell him, but you didn’t know what you wanted to tell him. You wanted him, that was certain, but exactly how much did you want from him? Where did you draw the line?

Suddenly, you could hear cheering sounds from your neighbors from all over closely followed by deafening sounds of fireworks that felt way too close to your building not to be a safety hazard.

But it all was a welcome distraction from the way your heart pounded from being that close to him again. You could feel him breathing heavily, his exhales landing on your cheekbones in staggered, rapid huffs.

Just as you felt him getting ready to say something, you took the plunge, pushing your nose against the side of his, managing to tilt his head ever so slightly and connecting your lips to his. He didn’t miss a beat. As soon as your mouths were on each other, his hands went straight to your waist, almost as if wanting to make sure you were not going anywhere.

And you definitely weren’t going anywhere, or “running off”. As soon as you felt more than heard him moan against your mouth, due to the loud fireworks, you opened up for him and let him melt into you, and you into him, until you had no idea where his face ended and yours started.

“I need words, baby. I’m all about physical expression but this needs to be clear on both ends” he managed to get out, out of breath, before diving right back in, kissing you some more while you tried to form a coherent sentence in your mind first “This is me telling you I want you, in case you hadn’t caught on” another kiss, and these were no short pecks, oh no, he kissed you senseless each time he went in “No holding back” another “I want to devour you, just like you were begging me to with your eyes last time, except this time around you’re going to be screaming it” he groaned and added his teeth a bit into the mix with this next kiss, biting at your lips slightly with each pull of his lips.

You were dizzy, and it still wasn’t from the damn bourbon. You knew he was growing impatient but would never push you into saying or doing anything, you felt totally at ease in his presence while freaking out majorly, internally, at the same time.

“I want this, too, Harry” you managed, completely out of breath and you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before he scooped you up and placed you on the countertop, your bum barely resting on it at all as he was supporting your whole body weight, pulling you flush against him and keeping your thighs held tightly around his hips while grinding deliciously against you.

“Fucking finally” he groaned, pulling you even closer somehow “I’m losing my mind. I’ve been losing my mind all this time. Do you have any fucking clue?” he yanked your hair at that, almost as if chastising you for making him go through all that. You whimpered, loving the sting and he made a sound deep in his chest that you swore could’ve made you come right there and then all on itself. It was raw, primal and absolutely uninhibited.

The fireworks were still going strong as you two clawed at each other. You sank your fingers, finally, into his thick head of curls and he began kissing down your jawline and behind your ear, making you crazy with lust.

“I couldn’t get those sounds you make out of my head, fuck I want to hear you. Be loud for me baby, I want to hear you over those fireworks”

At that, he splayed his fingers under your blouse, pushing it upwards but not all the way, and you took it as your cue to undress, but only if you were ready and comfortable to do so. It was a heady mix, him being so dominant and at the same time letting you have all the control. It was an unspoken dynamic that you were more than happy with, and you lifted the blouse up and over your head immediately, throwing it carelessly to the floor.

You lowered the straps to your bra as well but let him unclasp it, and it was so cliché of you, but how could you not go weak in the knees seeing how easily he did that using his left hand, no less, the right one already at the front of your bra, tugging it away from your body.

He took a moment to look at you, and you almost wish he hadn’t, because the look in his eyes was absolutely predatory. His analogy to being the big, bad wolf came to mind again and you did feel like you’ve been sweet talked only for him to reveal his fangs now.

They do say a gentleman is but a patient wolf.

He dipped his head tongue first between your breasts and you leaned back, giving him easier access, his mouth hot and wet as he lavished your breasts until they were slick with his saliva, making it easier for him to massage them in his big palms as he focused his mouth directly on your nipples next.

“Oh God!”

He hummed, spurring you on, as you cradled his head closer to your body, but his fingers made swift work of your jeans’ zipper next, and you lifted your bum so that he could pull them off of you right along with your panties this time.

“I can smell you already, you’re so ready for me, aren’t you baby?”

“Yes, yes! So ready” you clawed at his shirt’s lapels and kissed him for all you were worth.

“Gonna let daddy have a taste then? Hm? Been going crazy just thinking about it” he pressed his forehead against yours once more, nudging your nose with his as he whined his request.

“Oh, please, please, do it! I’m dripping for you”

“You’re ready to slip off this countertop, my sweet girl” he nuzzled your ear next “I’m going to eat you up” he announced, menacingly, referring to his previous analogy once more and you would’ve giggled had he not sounded dead serious.

He pulled your thighs apart and caressed the insides while he descended down your body lapping at every inch of skin in his lips’ wake. Every now and again you would jump a little but you didn’t know if it was because of what he was doing to you, nipping at your skin occasionally and lapping at it soothingly immediately afterwards, or the loud fireworks startling you, or both.

When he finally went down on his knees, him being tall enough to reach your apex even kneeling, you shuddered in anticipation and he fixed his eyes on yours, pushing your knees apart and further back. The look he was giving you was positively feral.

You’d have expected him to start with the usual, soft kisses here and there, working his way in, but not Harry. He gave your glistening core a short, sharp slap, not too hard but not too soft either, the sound of his palm against your juices straight out of your wildest fantasies. Your yelp morphed into a moan and his eyes darkened considerably seeing your reaction “I can’t take it” he exhaled sharply “I’m teasing myself more than you at this point. Gotta have a taste. Need your scent all over my face. Can I, baby?”

“Yesss” you sighed dreamily, your hand going into his hair, pushing his stray curls back

“Yes, what? I want to hear you say it” he whined, his voice going a bit higher with need “Whose pussy is this, baby? Who’s gonna ruin you?”

“Yours, daddy, you are!” you cried

“Fuck, say it again” he ordered, before delving tongue first, licking his way from your weeping entrance right up to your swollen clit

“Ah! Daddy!”

He hummed against your clit sending vibrations through your whole body “So sweet for me. Never gonna get enough of this. Want you riding my face all the time”

“Oh!” you cried as he pushed two fingers into you easily, pumping steadily

“Yeah? That good, baby? You’re ready to burst, aren’t you? Just dying to let go. I can’t wait to see you fall apart again” he spoke right against your clit, nibbling at it with every word and he’d somehow found your g-spot already, stroking it determinately

You sat up straighter, pulling on Harry’s hair a bit more than you’d intended but the way he rolled his eyes back told you just how much he’d minded that “Oh fuck, oh God!”

“Yeah? You gonna come for daddy, baby? Already? Such a needy little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Fuck!” you cried. How was he doing this? He’d barely even started. And why was him calling you his slut turning you on so much?

“Please, daddy! Please, please” you huffed pantingly “I’ll do whatever you want”

“Oh honey, careful, I might just take you up on that!” he chuckled menacingly, rubbing your clit vigorously and it sent you spiraling.

“I will, I swear! Oh, ohhh!” you threw your head back as he sucked your clit intently while pumping his fingers into you with even more determination and before you even realized it was happening, you were coming, hard.

You could feel your legs flailing against his shoulders but he held you steadily, not letting up, riding you through your high until you darn near actually collapsed and slipped off the counter. You realized it had just gone silent outside, and that it had probably only been around 5 minutes in total, which was absolutely unheard of in your books.

As you tried to catch your breath he straightened, going straight for your mouth and you gasped against his wet face. He chuckled “You did so good for me baby, absolutely drenched me, didn’t you?”

You looked at him through heavy eyelids, a slight confused look on your face taking him in. You knew you tended to get really wet when you were aroused properly but this was taking it next level.

“Awh” he cooed, pinching your nipples slightly earning a hiss from you “Did my sweet girl not know she could squirt?”

“Could what?!”

He laughed, but there was a definite edge to it “Now. How do you feel about making good on those promises you made earlier, hm?”

Chapter 7

A/N: posting this at 4:30 am so excuse the typos and whatnot mkay? *falls face first into bed*

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

hello! goodmorning/afternoon!

may i request something with spencer finding out his has half-sister during episode memoriam, and him, rossi, and derek go to her house. she doesn’t really care or like spencer due to the much her father bragged about him. she’s an medical doctor? sister!reader, she/her

Of course! And sorry this has taken me yonks to get to but I hope you like it!

Growing up, all you heard was 'Spencer this' and 'Spencer that' so much so that you had grown up despising him. It wasn't your dad's fault... Actually, no it kind of was. You had been born a boy, so growing up your dad would always comment 'you look so much like Spencer. I'm sure you're going to be just like Spencer' but when you got your report card or went to parent teacher conferences and they said you were very bright for your age, nearly top of the class, your heart had broke. Nearly the top of the class. Nearly as good as Spencer. Nearly enough to make your father proud. Nearly enough. But not quite. Nearly.

You kept your feelings to yourself, finding it easier to bottle them up then let yourself get involved in confrontation. And you started to realise you were okay with not being Spencer. You were okay with being second best. Because you were you. You were thirteen when you realised you were a girl. You had tried telling your parents but they shrugged it off and told you to stop watching 'girly TV', you huffed and rolled your eyes. They forgot about it eventually, and you didn't bring it up again.

Eventually you were off to college and then med school. Not like your father cared, Spencer had gotten three PhDs by your age and a job in the FBI. Oh well. You left at eighteen and never turned back, you changed your name, grew out your hair, wore the clothes you wanted to wear. And so, your parents stopped telling you when family gatherings were happening, stopped giving you cards and gifts during birthdays and holidays. Soon enough, your family consisted of just you.  

It was an average Friday, you were on your way back to your apartment after a 24 hour shift in the Emergency Room. You were exhausted, one only give so many stitches, take so many scans, and drink so much coffee before they debate quitting their dream. But nevertheless, despite the blood, gore, yelling patients, shitty wage, and vomit, you loved your job. You were feeling a little short tempered this particular day, so you couldn't help but feel a little bit of dread as you pulled into your parking spot - you didn't want to end up arguing with your boyfriend, Nathan, over something silly.

You took the elevator, which had been fixed earlier that week. You unlocked the door, taking your shoes off and slinging your bag to the ground. You shut the door before putting the keys on the small stand by the door. "Babe?" You called out, "I'm home,"

"Er, honey, we have guests," You furrowed your eyebrows, following Nathan into the living room, where three men sat. "They're FBI,"

"Who's dead?" You saw Nathan roll his eyes beside you. "Don't give me that, FBI are involved in deaths, aren't they?"

"No one's dead..." You saw the older agent struggle how to address you.

“We’re here to talk about your father,” Another spoke up, “I’m Derek, this is Rossi and Spencer,”

“Is he dead?”

“No,”

“Did he kill someone?”

Nathan gave a big sigh, “(Y/N)...” 

“He’s a suspect,” The other agent said, “We believe he might be involved in a cold case,"

"How cold is the case?" You asked, "Like what year?"

"1984,"

"You'd be better off speaking to my half brother, Spencer. He's in the FBI, I don't know much about him but I'm sure it's on record-"

"I can't remember anything, which is one of the reasons why we're here," You turn to the agent that spoke. He's tall, taller than Nathan, and thin, his hair is long.

"You've changed from photos," You said.

"Dad said that I had a b-" Spencer paused, realising that your boyfriend might not know.

"Brother?" When Spencer nodded, you continued, "That would be because he's a dick. And I guess you did, for a little while.”

“What are your pronouns?” Spencer didn’t hesitate to ask, you beamed at him.

“She, her,” You answered.

Spencer nodded, “Cool, I always wanted a sister,” 

You grinned, not knowing what else to say, you changed the topic. However, it was obvious to the three profilers that you were over the moon with his answer.

“So you think he killed someone then?"

"Maybe," Spencer said.

You huffed a laugh, "Makes sense," You joked. You sat down, Nathan following your actions, gently taking your hand in his. "I don't know much about him. Just his address, but I'm assuming you already knew that. The only thing he would talk about is you, he’s really proud of you,”

“When was the last time you saw him?” 

You turned to Nathan, thinking for a moment, “It must have been that time you met him back in college,” You said before turning back to the agents, “It was around Christmas, I came out to them then,”

“How did that go?” Spencer asked cautiously.

“Like I said, our dad’s a dick,” You shrugged, Spencer nodded. “I think Nathan nearly punched him though,”

“Babe,” Nathan whispered, “You can’t tell the FBI that,”

“It’s fine, my brother works for the FBI, he’ll bail you out,”

“I can’t actually do that-”

[snowiemimi]

RAIN STORM [Aaron Hotchner x FM! Reader] CHAPTER 1

SUMMARY: Hotch is not very nice to her, and she will not sit there and take critisism. Enemies to lovers, will eventually be smutty, yeaaa

A/N: this is the first chapter of my first Hotch fic and I hope it is to someones liking ehehe.. I've worked really hard on it and i hope it turned out good!! I'm working on more chapters and more fics (wohoo) so watch out!!!

please leave comments and feedback!

NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION (she/her pronouns are used)

WARNINGS: swearing, bickering, some mean comments.. (please tell me if i forgot something)

word count : 1.3k (it’s a short one :// )

She was new at the BAU, sure, but she was not ‘NEW’ at the BAU. She had been there for almost a year already, but when Hotch told her she could not join on the next case because she was not ‘ready yet’, she snapped at him. Is it smart to snap at your boss? No. Did he get very pale and flustered? Also no, come on, it was Hotch we were talking about. But he did get surprised. As did the other team members in the room.

The past year, he had treated her as a kid. Yes, she was young. And not to mention fresh out of the academy at 22, the youngest person to join the BAU, beating Spencer by a whole 2 months. But that did NOT mean she was stupid. She would not have made it this far if she was.

He was the one accepting her on to the team, he knew she was exceptionally smart, yet he still talked to her like she could not even dress herself.

And in no way shape or form would she accept that kind of treatment.

“I’ve been on this team for almost a year, Hotch, you know damn well I can work a case. I’ve done it before, and I WILL do it again.” The other team members were watching intensely. Hotch was now standing up from his chair, not a single emotion displayed on his face. Garcia also got up, carefully, seemed as to not disturb the tension in the meeting room. “Very sorry to interrupt, but Sir, she is right...” Hotch’s head snapped towards her so fast it could have fallen off. Penelope shrunk back in her chair, terrified of the big boss man.

“Give me one good reason for letting you work on this case.” He said firmly. She was confused, what did she do to deserve to not work the case. So, she asked him that. He chuckled, not even bothering answering the question. The others seemed shocked, Emily quickly jumping up to defend her. “I don’t think we can do a good job without her; we need her brains.” Hotch shook his head disapprovingly, “she’s not that special.”

After a solid 30 minutes of arguing, he gave up and let her work the case. She left the room still confused, but not about to let the comment get to her. She knew her worth; a man could not convince her otherwise. The rest of the time spent waiting for the jet, the team was talking and checking in on her just in case.

When JJ announced the plane was ready to leave, every team member sat down in their preferred spot. Hers conveniently far away from the unit chief. Next to her sat Spencer, quietly asking if they could play a game of chess while they waited for Garcia to call to talk about the case. She said yes with a small smile, at least this was normal.

Hotch very rudely ignored her the best he could the remainder of the flight, until he had to talk to her for updates.

After the team got set up in one of the conference rooms, she got started on the geographical profile alongside Spencer. Both knew very well Spencer could do it by himself, but Hotch was still sour about letting her work and she was not in the mood to argue any more than she already had.

Even though the work was limited at this point of the case, she had a decent time with Spencer. He was one of her best friends and being the closest to her age wise was just a plus. She did not know many people her age who had the same ‘gifts’ as her, even if she would not really call them gifts. A lot of people saw her quick wits and high IQ as a threat, and when people feel threatened, it is not quite easy making friends.

Derek walked into the room, muttering something in his phone before he put it on speaker. On the other side of the line was Garcia with some update on the victim. She caught herself not paying attention, her mind occupied with her angry boss. Before she lost any more important information, she had told herself to do the best she could to solve this case, to prove Hotch how competent she was for the job.

When Rossi came back from the crime scene with Emily, he spent a good 10 minutes trying to calm down the grieving family of the victim. Before he could explain to the family how exactly they were to catch the unsub, Hotch walked in with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes only looking at her.

Her knees were weak, not in a good way, when he called her name. “You’re coming with me on a stakeout.” Derek chuckled behind her. “What.” She said, before realizing how fun it would be to torment him in a car… Alone.

Taking the FBI SUV for a stakeout would be stupid, it would attract too much attention, so they borrowed an unused dark blue family car. They spent the next few hours sitting in a middle-class neighborhood, watching a grey house.

She broke the silence after a while; “why did you want me to sit on a stakeout with you? You could’ve chosen someone else. Anyone else.” He let out a low laugh, “Because” he started, now looking into her eyes with a small smile on his face. “you’re the most entertaining.”

Confused, her eyebrows furrowed. “Entertaining?” He looked back out to the now gloomy street. “Yeah.” He simply said, and she shrugged it off. He was clearly playing some kind of game, and she was not into it.

They were eating Chinese food, waiting for any kind of action or sign to get out of the suffocating car. “Why do you eat like that” she said, deadpanning. “Like what?” He looked at her, “Like a fucking pig, you’re supposed to put your food in your mouth, not on the car floor.” She made a disgusted face, motioning to the seat and floor around him covered in lettuce and sauce. “Why do you care how I eat? You can’t even do your job right”

“Well, you can’t even be professional at work. Some kind of unit chief the BAU has, right?” He gasped audibly. “You’re a brat, you know that?” She laughed at his comment. “I’ve been told before, yes.”

His phone rang in his pocket, Rossi was giving updates. They knew who the unsub was. Hotch started the car and drove back to the station to get ready to make the arrest.

After successfully catching the unsub, the plane ride home was quiet. Spencer was asleep, Derek was listening to music and Hotch was dividing the paperwork to give when everyone got back to the bureau. She was sat reading her favorite fantasy novel.

Back at the bureau, the work had been put on each desk, the team collectively groaned as they sat down to finish up the case. Hotch was sitting in his office, writing up his own report.

“4 folders of this? Geez, this wasn’t even a big one?” Spencer groaned on the other side of the wall divider. “4?! Why do I have 7?” She said loudly. The other members laughed, “because you’re getting on his nerves, sweetie.” Derek answered.

An hour later, the bullpen was empty, except for her who just finished her 7th folder. She made her way up towards her boss’ office and walked in without knocking. He jumped slightly, looking up annoyed at her. “You fucker, why did you give me more work than the rest?”

“Because I enjoy watching you suffer.”

[boldlyvoid]

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Hi! my name is emily, I'm 23 she/they

Capricorn, bisexual, non-binary, autistic, and I have fibromyalgia ✌🏻 overall just a fun time y'know.

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i love: supernatural, star trek, marvel movies, criminal minds, this is us and grey's anatomy !!

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Spencer Reid x Reader fics

Hypothetically**~ Ao3 | Tumblr -- 27 chapters, complete. 89k

reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast.

friends to lovers, case of the week style story

touch me**~ Ao3 | Tumblr 5.8k

Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

amethyst you so much P1 Ao3 | Tumblr 6.4k

Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

of quartz i will P2** Ao3 | Tumblr 6K

after 2 years of dating, Spencer decides it's finally time to get Y/N something to match her Amethyst bracelet.

Amoreena**~ Ao3 | Tumblr Completed 83k

Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Seven* Tumblr WIP

Summary: Spencer’s been married to Y/N for 7 years now, they have 7 children together and each one is going through something different. Spencer’s always wanted to be the best dad, now he gets to figure out how to be.

the guy at the rock show Ao3 | Tumblr 5.6K

Y/N lost their parents when they were 17, finding a new home and solace in Penelope Garcia and taking the Garcia name. They're the top forensic specialist in D.C, in a band and they drive a motorcycle... not to mention they are madly in love with the cute doctor who works with their sister.

journey to Camelot** Ao3 | Tumblr 3.8K

When Penelope introduces Spencer to online games, he expects to be spending his nights alone. Yet, somehow every time he comes back from a bad case, he logs on to chat with the ever so lovely user FairlyGwen and getting a lot more than just a helpful tip from her.

Exploration** Ao3 | Tumblr 4.7K

request: season1/2 spencer walking in on reader while she's watching porn in their shared hotel room

Expedition** Tumblr 1.2K

Summary: there's a first time for everything... including joining the mile high club with your boyfriend on the work jet.

10 Days Ao3 | Tumblr 1.4K

it's spencer's first father's day and he's extremely emotional about the little love of his life that he's only just met. he spends the day with his baby, Edwin, and his wife, crying and happy about how wonderful new little lives are.

ain't it fun?** Ao3 | Tumblr Masterlist 11K

reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

I'm not kidding!** Tumblr 6K

Spencer keeps getting little notes from a secret admirer, they're nice and sweet at first as they tease him with their crush until she's sending him notes about all the dirty things she wants to do to him

Perfect Timing** Tumblr 1K

spencer and reader have been spending the last month together in the same hotel room during a pretty brutal case. tension has been rising and she's completely in love with him.

what happens when they both think the other won't be back for a while and they want to shower?

Redamancy** Tumblr 5.4K

the co-op librarian at the FBI Academy has been secretly crushing on the smartest agent in the Bureau, TA, Doctor Spencer Reid, and he's been crushing on her too.

Being Neighbourly** Tumblr 1.9K

Request: reader is Spencers neighbour and she can hear him masturbating every night that he's home how do you have her deal with that?

Professional Hair Dresser (Ph.D)** Tumblr 6.4K

summary: after Spencer's knee injury, he starts visiting a salon every week to get his hair washed

36 Questions to Fall in Love Tumblr 8K

Summary: When Derek bets Spencer that he cant make someone fall in love with him in a week, he doesn’t expect Spencer to marry the girl the next day

New Romantics** Tumblr 23k

Summary: She needs help studying for her Case Exercises at the Academy, He needs a date for the annual Banquet... they just so happen to be neighbours who aren't afraid to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping kiss.

Million Dollar Man** | Tumblr WIP 5k so far

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Sugar, Honey, Ice Tea** | Y/N version | 1-4, 5-9, Epilogue 25.6k

Summary: Fix-it-fic: Dr. Y/L/N and Savannah Hayes have been best friends since their medical internship at Bethesda General. When she receives a frantic call that Derek's best friend is being transferred to the prison she works at, an unlikely friendship bubbles.

Eventually falling head over heels for the innocent man.

Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Prison, Prison Violence, Assault, Blood, Depression, Murder, Self-Hatred, Hurt Spencer Reid, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Drug Addiction, References to Drugs, Drug Use, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Romantic Tension, Forbidden Love, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Strangers to Lovers, Requited Love, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, past abusive relationship, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault

Spencer x Ethan

Ruin it.** Tumblr 5.4K

Summary: Spencer never had sleepovers as a kid, so now that he's an adult he's always sleeping over at Ethan's house, ad he'll take any excuse to crawl into bed beside him.

Warnings: mutual pining, love concessions, blowjobs, handjobs, anal sex (both top and bottom spencer in this), childhood friends to lovers

400 Celebration fics

Reid Me Tumblr 2.5K

Spencer has noticed a beautiful woman at a spirituality booth at the farmers market every Saturday for almost a whole year now. he finally asks her to give him a reading.

mystery of love Tumblr 700

Spencer surprises his wife with a trip to Italy.

Spy Kids Tumblr 900

Spencer and Y/N's kids think that they are secretly spies and request a mission story before bed.

a father's greatest weakness Tumblr 1K

Princess Y/N is betrothed to the Viking king in an effort by her father to keep the peace between their countries, he doesn't expect her to join in the fight to free Scottland.

Luke x Reader

Best Dad Ever 2.8K

Request: angst with a happy ending, reader and luke have been divorced for a few years but have a child, she tries and tries to fall out of love with him but he's around so often that she can't

Spencer x OC

Sugar Honey Ice Tea** Ao3 | WIP 9/10 chapters complete 25.6K

Fix-it-fic: Dr. Beth Pattinson and Savannah Hayes have been best friends since their medical internship at Bethesda General. When she receives a frantic call that Derek's best friend is being transferred to the prison she works at, an unlikely friendship bubbles.

Eventually falling head over heels for the innocent man.

Intro to Criminal Minds: Why They Did It Ao3 | Tumblr WIP 6K+

Spencer is teaching a 7-week seminar on the most interesting criminal cases, explaining their actions to understand why they took place. Only, not everyone in the audience is a student.

Criminal Minds x Mindhunter AU

Spencer x OC Peggy Carr

Franklin x Reader

Voulez-Vouz** | 3.2k

Summary: in a small town, everyone knows each other… or at least they think they do.

Warnings: porn with plot, smut, Dom reader, Sub!Perv!franklin, making out, teasing, face sitting, oral (female and male), hand jobs, overstimulation, prostate message, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, let me know if I forgot anything.

Chip x Reader

forever is the sweetest con** | 6.2K

Summary: Reader’s dad is a carpenter; sometimes he takes on apprentices and sometimes, if they’re lucky, they get his daughter’s number at the end of their training. Chip Taylor, however, hits the jackpot when her father invites him over for one of her homecooked meals.

Warnings: reader’s mom passed away, mentions of parental death, strangers to lovers, random acts of kindness, mutual pining, falling in love, steamy make-outs, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, sub!chip, food mentions, praise, love confessions.

Raymond x Reader

Alone Together ** | 2.4K

Summary: Raymond moves into a haunted house and ends up sleeping with the ghost who lives there... only he doesn't know that when you fuck a ghost you also become one.

Warnings: details of suicide and murder, blowjobs, pegging, bottom!raymond, top!reader, becoming a ghost, major character death.

Star Trek Masterlist

Star Wars fix it fic

Supernatural masterlist

thanks for all the love, as always,

-Emily <3

[mosstheidiot]

So, is your requests are open could you write a platonic!Criminal Minds & gender-neautral!teen!reader?

Like say the reader is Spencer Reid's younger sibling and one day Soencer had to bring them to the BAU with him (everyone saying it ok) so when everyone meets reader they kinds just end up adoring them?

- anarchy anon (I apologize if that's a lot)

Crime Solvers Club HQ™️

My requests are indeed open until October 5th dear (hope you're okay with calling you that), but i'm hoping any requests are Jasper Hale related because of Whitlocktober (whitlocktober is basically just me writing fics for Jasper all through October).

Whoo anarchy anon <3 I didn't realize how long this was (I write fanfics down before typing them out and this took up four (not front to back) pages of standard lined paper). Wow this is probably terrible.

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pronouns: None I believe

Warnings: My terrible writing, none I'm pretty sure

I'm pretty sure I veered away from your idea a bit but I do hope you like it anarchy anon

(fanfic below the cut)

You swear you had a good reason for getting suspended. Or at least an un-fair reason.

It all started when your teacher (specifically your math teacher cause of course they're all terrible) had thought that you informing him that his answer was incorrect. He thought that you were back-talking him so he sent you to the principle's office. When he got there to explain why you were there all he had done was lie and over exaggerate.

Which resulted in you getting a day of out-of-school suspension. So your brother had to pick you up, and you came up with the idea of a bring-your-sibling-to-work-day-of-sorts. And he accepted which was (for some reason) a bit of a shock.

So you two headed to the BAU. Now you're not a genius like your brother but when he said he called a coworker on his way to pick you up, you had a sneaking suspicion he had something planned. And he did have something planned. When you got through the drive that felt like an hour (in reality it was around 20-25 minutes but Virginia traffic is terrible at times) and after the elevator ride you walked into the bullpen you saw about five 'welcome' balloons and like 15 cupcakes (how one can get so many cupcakes in such little time (other than going to like Walmart or something) you couldn't guess)

And then the Penelope Garcia pulled you into a bear hug that was tight but not too tight. Of course unlike some people you actually liked physical affection.

She mumbled out a quick "Hi." while still hugging you but she then let go. "You are {Name} right? And I didn't just hug a random stranger?" You chuckled at that.

"Yep I am indeed the {Name} Reid. Not as much of a genius as my brother though." You got a small laugh out of Penelope for that.

Soon five people walked over all of which matched Spencer's descriptions of them to a 't': there was the blond lady who Spencer called JJ, Rossi who was of average height and Italian (that was really the only description of him Spencer gave you), Emily who wasn't as short as Spencer told you she was (maybe he said that because he's so tall (even though he's only like five inches taller than her)), Hotch who constantly kept a straight face and never blinked, and Derek who definitely looked like he was a jock, you noticed Derek had a 'hello my name is Derek' name tag which got a laugh from you.

Spencer gave you a small nudge forward and when you looked over your shoulder at him he held up two thumbs up.

"So uh, this is the Crime Solvers Club HQ? Cool, cool. Very snazzy." Everyone but Hotch chuckled at that, all though you swear you saw a ghost of a smile for a second.

"Very snazzy indeed". Penelope responded with. and you sent a small smile her way which she returned.

"Sorry. "Crime Solvers Club"?" Rossi asked with confusion painting his face.

I laughed a little. "Yeah that's what Spencer called the BAU when I was younger to spare me the gore-y details." Emily laughed at that.

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At some point you all had sat down in the conference room. After that you guys all talked, ate, and laughed at the dumb jokes everyone was making. Eventually you bet that that you could beat Emily in a fight so everyone placed their bets.

And surprise, surprise the FBI agent beat the teenager. "Maybe my math teacher being a bitch wasn't so bad after all." You laughed out.

"{NAME}!" Spencer shouted throwing a paper clip at you. You and the BAU team all laughed (Hotch even chuckled a bit) as you all forgot how terrible life can be and only thought about how happy they all were.

[something-fanfiction-ie]

The Years

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: *SMUT* So you embarrass yourself in front of Derek and Spencer, the details of the case are mentioned and are a little intense, and smut. Like, rough, Spencer smut because there is nothing you can say that could convince me that Spencer Reid is a bottom. And swearing.

A/N: AH THE ENDING PROBABLY SUCKS BUT I TRIED REALLY HARD I PROMISE. Also, this is ridiculously long and not all of it is smut. For a hot second this WAS an OC story but I thought you guys would enjoy a self-insert more so I changed it. LOTS AND LOTS OF THANKS TO MY FAV FIC WRITER AND NEW TUMBLR FRIENDS, @reidmorefanfics and @pomsephone Y’all are the best. Also, remember to shower me in reblogs, comments, asks, messages, likes, and anything else you can think of to boost my ego. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING!!!

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“Actually, that reminds me of a joke that I know.” At the front of the crowded lecture hall, a young Dr. Spencer Reid looks over at his partner eagerly, a smile already splitting his lips apart. Derek Morgan, however, looks over at his partner with a mixture of fear and secondhand embarrassment.

“Reid, I don’t think-” Morgan tries to save him, he really does, but Reid tucks his hair behind his ears and ignores him by starting the joke.

“Einstein, Heisenberg, Newton, and Pascal are playing hide and seek. Einstein covers his eyes and begins counting. While Heisenberg and Pascal run off and hide, Newton takes out some chalk and marks a square on the ground with a side length of exactly 1 meter, then sits down inside the square. When Einstein is finished counting and sees Newton sitting on the ground, he yells, "Ha, I've found you, Newton!". Newton however replies, "No you haven't! You've found Pascal!’”

A short, surprised laugh joins Spencer’s small chuckles, dragging his eyes to the location the sound had come from. Derek looks too, completely taken aback that anyone other than Reid had actually understood the joke. Yet, lo and behold, a young girl sitting in the front row with her cheeks stoplight red and her hand nervously covering her mouth.

Proudly, Spencer nods for Morgan to end the talk, his chest a little puffed out and a smug smile twitching at his lips. They wrap things up quickly, eager to grab some food after leaving campus and before heading back to the BAU.

When Spencer turns to gather his things, grabbing his bag, he notices the soft shuffle of feet against the hardwood flooring of the stage. A pair of black converse peek into his peripheral vision, attached to a pair of long legs that make Spencer blush for noticing at all. Lifting his eyes further, he meets the shy gaze of the only person who had laughed at his joke. It came as no surprise when he sees that your tee shirt had a picture of a cat with the words ‘Wanted: Dead and Alive’ in block lettering.

“Dr. Reid,” Your left hand comes up to push a stray lock of hair away from your face, a single gold band wrapped around your left index finger, “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I just, uhm, I had a couple questions?”

Looping the strap of his bag over his head and letting the familiar weight of it settle against his hip before he responds, Spencer ignores the way Derek looks at him by pretending he isn’t there at all.

“Of course,” Spencer meets your eyes, which are a beautiful shade of (y/e/c). “I like the shirt by the way. I’m not usually much of a t-shirt person, but I might wear one like that.” You laugh, shifting on your feet and twisting the ring on your finger.

“Thank you, I got it as a Christmas present. Along with ten billion other nerdy t-shirts. But uhm, I was curious how old you were when you joined the FBI?” Morgan holds his tongue, pretending to shuffle papers around and not pay attention to the poor girl’s crush.

“I was twenty-two. I finished two of my doctorates the year prior.”

“I thought you had to be twenty-three? I’ve always wanted to join the FBI as soon as I could but I thought I had a little more time. That’s what I read anyways. I could be wrong, you would know more than I do.” You looked down at your shoes, kicking the toe of one converse into the wood, your hair falling forward over your shoulders.

“No, you’re right. I had an age waiver. You’re eighteen? Nineteen? You’ve still got some time to prepare.”

“I’m seventeen, actually.” Your lips skewed to the side, the confession barely above a whisper as you continued to stare at your feet. Spencer blanched, unable to contain his surprise. He was quick to school his features, though, when you finally looked back at him.

“You’re seventeen and you understood his joke?” Morgan couldn’t help but cut in now, stepping away from the table he’d been pushing papers around on and toward the two younger people left in the room.

“A pascal is a unit of measurement equal to one Newton per square meter. By sitting in a square meter, Newton was being one newton per square meter. Which is, again, equal to a pascal. So he was Pascal.” A smile had worked it’s way past the nerves that jumped around your body. You weren’t very used to talking to young, attractive, intelligent doctors who worked for the FBI.

“Although, even if I hadn’t understood the science behind the joke I might have still laughed. You see, there is this thing called the Halo Effect, which is basically a cognitive bias you might develop based on your initial impression of someone that can change how you feel about their specific traits. Essentially, one example would be that someone you find attractive may seem funnier or more intelligent simply because you find them attractive.”

It takes all of a second for your face to turn beat red as you realizes your nervous ramblings have made you reveal the silly crush you had started to develop on the young doctor. Derek’s lips purse in amusement when he sees the similar shade of red that has colored his partner’s cheeks.

“Not that I’m saying I find you attractive,” Your heart stops cold in your chest and you are quick to retract the statement. “Not to say you’re ugly either, because that’s not what I’m trying to say at all. Just that my first impression of you as a nice and attr- I mean, intelligent man could have very well made my amusement slightly biased because I was more willing to like you based solely on my first impression of you. Which was that you are very nice and, and intelligent.”

It takes all the willpower in the world for you not to throw yourself down the stairwell later that day, the embarrassment having barely faded even hours later. The two men had been quick to assure you they knew you weren’t saying you had a crush on Dr. Reid, but they were obviously just trying to protect your feelings. They wouldn’t be FBI Profilers if they couldn’t tell you had a crush on him. The conversation was pretty much over after that, you being suddenly desperate to make an escape and Dr. Reid just as eager to leave the campus grounds.

The whole team teased him about his teenage fan for months after it happened, Derek had been quick to let everyone know when they came back. Reid had tried to hide from them by scrunching down into his seat and covering his face with a book, but it hadn’t helped him at all.

Eventually though, both you and Spencer were able to move on from the embarrassing moment, though neither of you forgot it. Those moments where you’re all alone and the most embarrassing moments of your life come to creep up and embarrass you all over again? The memory always came back during those moments.

The team, however, seemed to forget about it, Gideon and Elle leaving and Rossi and Prentiss replacing them as the years faded the memory for them.

It wasn’t until JJ took her new position at the Pentagon and Ashley left after her brief consultation on the case in New Mexico that the memory came back to truly haunt you both.

The whole team had heard whispers of a ‘probationary agent’ that would be stepping in to assist wherever needed. Hotch was good at keeping quiet and avoiding questions on the matter, somehow keeping Penelope just as much out of the loop as the rest of the team.

No one was even sure when the new agent was supposed to be coming until the glass doors to the BAU opened and in stepped a young woman with (y/h/c) hair and (y/e/c) eyes. Derek squinted his eyes, your face tickling the back of his memory in a way that annoyed him. Spencer tensed, his eidetic memory quick to remind him of the seventeen year old girl that had basically confessed she thought he was cute, and then called him ‘not ugly’ to try and cover her tracks.

“Agent (Y/L/N), nice to finally meet you.” Hotch said, holding the door open as you nodded your thanks and slipped inside his office with a box in your arms.

“That must be the probationary agent.” Prentiss directed the comment at Reid, oblivious to the resurfaced embarrassment that boiled his cheeks to that same shade of red he’d been in that lecture hall seven years ago. He kept his book up in front of his face while he tried to cool his cheeks, looking over the top of the binding and into Hotch’s window.

You’re sitting ram-rod straight in the seat in front of Hotch’s desk that is closest to the door, your box of things clutched tightly in your white-knuckled hands. Your hair is still the same length, swaying at your shoulders. You’ve switched the Schrödinger’s cat shirt for a deep velvet red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled at your elbows.

But even with the obvious nerves displayed in your current body language, it’s easy to see you aren’t the same stuttering seventeen year old Reid remembers. You holds steady eye contact with Hotch, nodding and fluidly responding in such a way that the usually stoic unit chief actually breaks into a grin that dimples his cheeks. When he stretches over his desk for a handshake, your left hand comes up and grips Hotch’s firmly.

“I’m glad it’s a girl, it was starting to feel a little too testosteronie around here with JJ gone.” Garcia had made her way into the bullpen, a cup of tea balanced in her bejeweled fingers as she, and the rest of the team, size up the girl heading for Hotch’s door.

“I don’t think ‘testosteronie’ is a word, baby girl.” Derek teases, trying to ignore the nagging feelings that he knows this girl from somewhere. Maybe they’d met on a case? But no, that doesn’t feel right.

“It is now, Derek. Don’t argue with me or I’ll have to punish you.” She brings the lip of her cup up, sipping at the lukewarm tea still inside and patting Morgan’s cheek with her free hand. Hotch’s door finally opens again and you step out after Aaron.

A hush falls over the room, all eyes trained to the newest and now youngest member of the team.

“We’ll do introductions on the plane, for now I need everyone in the conference room for a case.” Hotch is quick to make eye contact with everyone, his gaze stern and demanding.

Spencer is the last one into the room, practically dragging his feet to one of the chairs around the circle table. Thankfully, you were sitting across the table. Somehow you haven’t seemed to notice him.

“Yesterday Dawes County police found the body of Julia Hastings along a hiking trail in Kladon. This is the second body they have found in the area in two weeks, the first belonging to Heather Greenaway. Both victims are in their early to mid twenties. Hands and feet bound, buried face down. Each victim was struck once in the back of the head, making cause of death blunt force trauma.”

From your spot at the table, you glance up with narrowed eyes as you open the file you’d been given at the beginning of the meeting.

“Where did they disappear from?” Reid asks, a connection forming in his brain as each picture and detail flies up from Garcia’s tablet and onto the projected pictures before them.

“Night clubs around the area, they were working on the night they each went missing. Both girls were bartenders, had been working at their new jobs a week before they were kidnapped.”

“Justin Millers had the same M.O., kidnapping new female bartenders fitting this exact victimology and holding them hostage for a course of five days, beating and raping them before eventually hitting them on the back of the head with a tire iron.” You don’t look up from the file as you speak, flipping through the pictures and quickly noticing the small odd similarities in the victims between this case and Millers’ case.

“Millers has been locked away for a year and a half.” Derek pointed out, using the opportunity to stare at the face of the girl he was sure he knew but still couldn’t place. When you look up at him, your eyebrows furrowed in a way that reminds him of Reid and your head tilted just a little to the side, he can feel his brain grab onto the memory just before it slips back through his fingers.

“I’d guess a copycat. Something seems different, I just can’t put my finger on it.” Your gaze slides over the table, looking at faces to get a gauge of their opinions on you. When you make eye contact with Reid, your eyes widen just a little before you duck your head. You should have known he was still here at the BAU, you’d only hoped he’d went to another unit out of desperation for this job.

“We’ll look into that theory, for now I just want a profile as if this unsub is working from his own killing preferences. We’ll discuss more on the way there. Wheels up in thirty.” Hotch stands, flipping the cover over the top of his iPad before making his way out of the room. Go bags are grabbed, certain persons avoid bumping into other certain persons, and then the eight hour plane ride to Kladon, Nebraska begins.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Emily tests the name on her lips, having chosen to move by the younger girl after the fourty five minute theory discussion that started the plane ride.

“You can call me (Y/N/N), that’s what my best friend calls me.” You had popped the first two buttons open of your dress shirt and slipped your shoes off to tuck your feet underneath you. Tucked between your thigh and the arm of the seat is a book with a Greek title, in your hands is the open case file.

“Just your best friend?” Rossi asks from across the way, just as curious about the new girl as the rest of them, but a little better at hiding it.

“She’s really my only friend.” You shrug, but not in such a way that you seem bothered by the fact. You reach up to push a strand of hair behind your ear. Reid notices the gold ring that still circles your left index finger, light coming from the window glinting off the metal when you move. It’s the only jewelry you wears.

“A bit of a loner?” Derek joins the conversation, moving up the aisle of the jet with a cup of something hot cradled in his hands. He takes the seat directly in front of you, blowing at the liquid in his cup.

“I was more focused on getting through school than making friends. Emma just happened to be the only person who wouldn’t let me shake her.” There’s a smile on your lips as you talk about your best friend, your eyes soft.

“What did you go to college for?” Derek is fishing, looking for something to tell him where he knows you from. It amuses Reid, who has sequestered himself into a corner a little further away from you than everyone else.

“I have a masters in philosophy, with a focus in Ancient Greek philosophy. I have a bachelor’s in Greek, which is the only other living language I can speak and read outside of English, and I have two doctorates; one in Classic Studies and one in Criminology.” Rossi whistles, shaking his head and leaning back into his seat to express what everyone else is feeling.

“You young people just keep getting smarter and smarter. You know how many doctorates I had at your age? None. You know how many I have now?” You look at him with genuine curiosity, drinking in all the information you can about the people around you like it was a class you were taking to survive.

“None.” The laugh that bubbles from your lips is infectious and carefree, it pulls Reid’s attention away from his book and it drags Hotch from the constant state of worry that he mentally paces in. Emily, Derek, and Rossi all exchange looks before their own laughter fills the air. It’s nice.

The feeling reminds you of that scene in Mary Poppins where Dick Van Dyke and Ed Wynn laugh themselves into the ceiling. So light and carefree that it could lift them into the sky.

“Why all the attention on the Greek?” Prentiss manages when the laughter subsides, reaching down for the book the young doctor has tucked away. Η φόνισσα, it reads with a black and white picture of arms twisted to the side of the bookcover. You make no move to grab for it, letting the other woman flip through the pages.

“My father was a Greek Philosophy professor before he died, I suppose it’s my way of trying to stay close to him.” Prentiss looks up from the pages, a look of sympathy in her eyes.

“And your mother?” The change in your entire demeanor is like cold water on the conversation, freezing the group in their spots. You reach for the book, tucking it back into the space between your thigh and the seat.

“I don’t know.” It’s the only blatant lie you’ve told since they started talking to you, averting your eyes and shifting in your seat. No one presses the topic, giving the new girl the space you need.

You take the case file with you when you go to make a cup of coffee in the small kitchenette situated in the back of the plane. Reid is already back there, pouring a steady stream of sugar into the otherwise black liquid.

“Dr. Reid.” You nod your head in greeting, avoiding his eyes by setting your folder on the counter and pretending to read it. You’ve been going over every detail of the case for so long that you’ve memorized everything there is to know. There are notes and theories scribbled into the margins and little sticky notes with questions scattered around the papers.

“It helps to step away for a little bit, that way when we land you come back to it with fresh eyes.” The utensils drawer clicks shut as Reid grabs a spoon to stir his coffee, risking the chance to finally look at you.

You’re twisting the ring on your finger and chewing the inside of your cheek. Without your shoes on, the top of your head comes to his shoulders.

When you look up at him, (y/e/c) eyes thoughtful and just as curious as the day they met, Reid can’t fight the urge that draws his gaze to your lips. The skin there is so very soft looking, surprising him when the thought of kissing them hits him like a train.

He clears his throat, focusing all of his attention on the coffee cup in front of him. The sugar is completely stirred in at this point, but he kind of wants to stay in the hopes that you’ll strike up a conversation.

“But everyone is different so you don’t have to listen to me, just do whatever helps you.” His shoulders lift in a shrug and he’s glad that nobody is there to see him interact with this girl. They would know how he felt before he could even come to terms with it himself.

As quickly as you are there, you leave. Completely flustered and unsure how to go about navigating a relationship that’s foundation was an unintentional love confession. Maybe, you thought as you leaned into your seat and closed your eyes, if I just ignore him then everything will be fine.

By the time the jet touched down in Nebraska, you had fallen into a dead sleep with your book sitting open in your lap. Emily was the one to reach out and gently shake your shoulder, the smile on her face gentle and motherly. Still blinking away sleep, you quickly scrambled to grab your bag and book before rushing for the exit.

Unfortunately for you, the shoe laces on one of your shoes hadn’t been completely tied. Add that to the speed in which you were trying to separate yourself from Reid, and you managed to trip over your feet and right into the person you were trying to avoid.

Your bag hit the ground, the book following suit as a warm hand grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled. When you collided with someone’s chest, you didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Reid smelled like old books, laundry detergent, and cinnamon.

“Your shoe is untied.” He said, his voice rumbling in his chest. You didn’t look up, afraid the heat in your cheeks would give you away. You looked down instead, noticing the way your feet were inside the breadth of his stance. One shoe’s laces laid precariously around your foot as if mocking you. Quickly, you took a step away and almost tripped again on your bag. You caught yourself on one of the seats, holding a hand out to keep Reid from grabbing you again.

“Thank you, I’m okay. Really.” You didn’t meet his eyes, every lewd thought you’d had during that stupid lecture about his lips and hands and hair came rushing back at you with every glance. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could see each fantasy written on your face like a lusty, ten-cent romance novel.

Morgan, having stopped to watch the two doctors in your clearly flustered states, suddenly felt it click in his brain. Sure, you were older and not as squirrelly as he remembered, but the way you were looking at his partner was nearly the exact same as you had seven years ago.

Feeling smug for finally figuring it out, he walked up to Spencer with his bag thrown over his shoulder, stopping beside him as they both watched you rush for the exit.

“Can you imagine someone having a crush on you for seven years? Oh, wait.” Bending down to grab his bag, Spencer shook his head in such a way that a few loose curls tangled on his eyelashes. A simple sweep of his hand across his face helped to push it away.

“It took you long enough to figure it out.” Spencer took the lead, dreading the car ride with Derek to the medical examiners. He had been hoping his older partner wouldn’t remember who you were, at least, until the case was solved.

“Oh ho ho, don’t think you can avoid this conversation with insults, pretty boy.” Morgan was hot on his tail, and that was exactly where he stayed for the next three days that the team was in Nebraska.

The killer was, in fact, a massive fan of the infamous Justin Millers. It was just a matter of pinpointing which of the crazy fanatics he was, which might have been easier if the local populace was more open to talking to law enforcement.

It was by a brilliant stroke of luck, or rather misfortune, that the team realized sending you undercover would help on many different levels. Not only did you fit the victimology, (all they needed to do was get you a ‘job’ at one of the local bars) but you would also be able to get information from the civilians that were unwilling to talk to the FBI.

Four days into your undercover mission, you found yourself wiping down the counter after closing. The band was packing up their equipment on stage and your boss had already left. Laily, the only other bartender here tonight, was flirting with the drummer while you closed things up behind the counter.

As was customary, the members of your team had taken turns following you around everyday just in case anything happened. Today just so happened to be Spencer’s turn, you’d managed to slip him into the back room before all the customers had left for the night. It was the only reason you gave Laily the okay when she asked if you would be cool closing by yourself tonight.

“I can’t believe after five years of college, I’m back to bartending.” You grumbled, shouldering the backroom door open with a box full of beer in your hands. Spencer jumped up from the crate he’d been leaning against, holding the back of the door open so you could get in a little easier.

“You were a bartender before?” He asked curiously, trying to ignore the way the low-cut black uniform shirt you were wearing fit against your figure and twisted his insides. Factor in the tight jeans that hung on your hips and the sheen of sweat on your skin from the hot summer night and he could barely focus, let alone protect you from any possible threats.

“The years between my college graduation and my joining the FBI, yeah. I could have done something different, I guess, but I wanted to have a normal young adult job before I spent the rest of my life chasing serial killers and such.” You turned to face him, actually meeting his eyes for the first time this week.

Unlike you, he was wearing his FBI Kevlar. The navy blue tie that he wore was tucked into the top of it, the baby blue sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up around his elbows. You, yourself, were having an awful time trying to keep from getting all kinds of flustered just looking at him.

The young profiler you remember was all wiry and clean cut, the man in front of you is more scraggly. His hair curls around his jawline and his forearms are far more attractive than anybody’s forearms ought to be.

His parents were just showing off, casually bringing a child into the world that looks like that.

“I don’t want things to be weird between us.” He blurted, surprising himself. You could tell by the way his brows dipped down and he took a step back immediately after saying it. Even his cheeks were a little pink.

“What happened between us was like seven years ago and all you did was tell me you had a crush on me. And then take it back. I just don’t want it to affect our work relationship because everyone already likes you a lot and I want to get the chance to like you as well.” For someone who always seems so very shy and awkward, his eyes look directly into yours, narrowing just a little. His tongue pokes out from between his lips and turns all of your bones to jelly underneath you.

He just ages like fine wine and you know that, should you be offered a permanent position at the BAU, that you would have to spend the rest of your working days keeping yourself in check while the man in front of you continued to evolve into a more gorgeous version of himself every year. The Spencer you remember had felt like peak Spencer, now this Spencer felt like peak Spencer, but who is to say that five years from now, when he decides to grow a little stubble and style his hair differently, that he wouldn’t somehow get even more attractive?

You open your mouth to come up with some bullshit answer that you didn’t really mean in order to smooth things over, when the door opens again. Spencer, standing directly infront of said door, looks not unlike a deer caught in the headlights of a truck barreling right at him going way too fast on a backroad.

Time crawls at an unusual pace, the door slowly creaking open and Laily’s voice filtering in the opening. Why did he have to wear that stupid vest? Surely the FBI has bullet proof vests you could wear under your clothing. The only idea you could come up with was, honestly, not a very good one. But it was the only one you had.

Practically launching yourself across the room, you catch Spencer’s lips against your own like the world depends on it. Using your own hands, you position Spencer’s arms around you with one hand on the back of your head and the other grabbing underneath your leg that hooks around his waist. The vest uncomfortably digs into your chest with how close your bodies are against one another, your arms now thrown around his neck, but if he keeps kissing you like this then you’ll be inclined to ignore it.

Just seconds ago he had been begging you to have a normal relationship despite your silly ‘past’ crush, now his tongue was fighting for dominance in your mouth. The irony was not lost on you.

“Oh.” Laily gasps a little when she sees you in such a compromising position. The lights from the bar illuminating every detail so that she could see the way Spencer’s fingers desperately tangled in the strands of your hair or how the muscles in his forearm strained as he hungrily pulled your body even closer than before.

The blush on your cheeks and neck are real when you pull your lips away, fire erupting in the pit of your stomach when Spencer catches your bottom lip in between his teeth for just a second. The look in his eyes is devilish when you tilt your head over your shoulder to meet her gaze.

“I’m sorry Laily, this is my boyfriend, Lance. I just- I heard about all those girls that have been going missing and I asked if he would drive me home.” The look in your coworkers eyes is all you need to know that this does not look like just a ride home. Although, it very well could have led to a ride somewhere if she had been just a handful of minutes slower.

“Nice to meet you, Lance. Gwen, I’ll see you tomorrow. Just,” the mischievous twinkle in her eyes does not go unnoticed by the two doctors in the room still tangled around each other, “maybe clock out before things get anymore heated.” She teases, the tone of her voice suggesting that you will be hearing more of this tomorrow.

“Bye, Laily!” The door clicks shut behind her, followed by the chuckles and giggles of Laily and the band as they leave for the night. You relax into Spencer’s arms, moving as if to pull out of them before they tense around you.

“We should be safe now.” You whisper, looking up into his eyes that burn with an intensity you’ve never seen in them before. That damn tongue sweeps across those perfect lips again, drawing your attention and reminding you that you now know what they feel like locked with yours.

“I think I hear somebody coming.” He whispers back, aware that you can both hear the soft bang of the front door closing and locking shut from the outside. Since the killings, the door was always locked if employees were still inside, as a safety precaution. Nobody else was coming in tonight unless they had a key.

Your lips meet his anyways, too tired to pretend that the heat between you wasn’t there. If this was the excuse he needed to kiss you, then you were all the more willing to give it to him. His tongue sweeps across the seam of your lips, causing them to open against his mouth and deepen the kiss.

Both of his wide hands splay against your hips, curling into the soft skin there and pulling you toward him with such force that you nearly trip. The hard edges of his Kevlar vest dig into your ribs and collarbone, the rough material scratching against your exposed skin as you push yourself up on your toes. When he breaks from the kiss, both of you gasping for air not from the length of it by from the passion, it is not to end your tryst.

His lips find the pulse at your neck, sucking a bruise at the soft skin there and pulling a moan from deep within your chest.

“Won’t- Won’t Morgan and Prentiss get worried,” your brain feels like the motherboard of a computer that Spencer has taken into his hands and slammed into a countertop, you can’t think when his teeth nip a love bite to the hickey he’s made on your neck, “if we, uhm, we take too long?”

If you thought the Spencer you met seven years ago was different from the Spencer you knew now, it was only because you’d never seen his bright hazel brown eyes darken with lust from beneath those impossibly long golden lashes. He was a completely different person as he unstrapped himself from the Kevlar, laying it on the floor with a solid thunk before gathering you back into his arms.

“They’ll be okay,” He said in between kisses trailed along your jawline. His movements are confident as he dips a hand down the front of your jeans and into your underwear. Your arms tighten around him, pulling your face into the crook of his neck when his fingers find the already wet entrance to your sex. His answering growl does nothing to keep you from coming undone as he presses the pad of his thumb to the bundle of nerves there. “I’m guessing it won’t be long before I have you in the palm of my hands, anyways.”

You rock your hips into him, your eyes fluttering shut with a gasp when he thrusts two long fingers inside of you. His other arm is wrapped around the center of your back, holding you to him because lord knows you can’t be trusted on your own two feet at a moment like this.

“Is this why you planned on ignoring me? Because you wouldn’t be able to handle it if I didn’t give you this?” You whimper a response, too focused on the relentless pace he has set with his fingers to come up with anything coherent. Everything about the moment is raw and animalistic, every fantasy you’d had about him during the fifty minute lecture did not even begin to touch on the feeling of his hand actually inside of you.

“Spencer, please.” You whined, dropping your arms from his shoulders and gripping onto his biceps like it will keep your soul from leaving your body. Yet, as heavenly as this felt, and as much as it exceeded your fantasies, you wanted more. Every part of you craved the feeling of his skin pressed against yours, sticky with sweat and feverish to the touch.

On a tight time constraint, Spencer doesn’t make you beg anymore than that. Instead, he delights in the way you cry out when he pulls his hand out of your pants and up to his lips. Your own lips part with a tiny popping sound when you watch him put those same fingers into his mouth with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Strip.” He commands, licking the taste of you off his lips and leisurely working at the knot of his tie. You don’t waste a second in crossing your arms over your body to pull the black material over your head and drop it at your feet. Next to come off is your shoes, clattering across the wooden floor when you kick them to the side.

By the time you make it to your pants, Spencer has only undone a quarter of the navy blue buttons on his shirt.

“I need you now, Spencer.” The buttons slip through your fingers, your hands shaking with excitement more than nerves. Although, the nerves are definitely apart of it. Never in a million years did you think you would be here; in the backroom of a bar in Nebraska, with Spencer Reid doing salacious things to you. While on your first case with the BAU, nontheless.

Doing a complete one-eighty, his hands come up to cover your own just before the last button comes undone. His touch is gentle and prompts you to look up into his coffee colored eyes. The light from the single bulb dangling from the ceiling is no good, and yet somehow he manages to look like a piece of artwork painted by the most skilled hand known to mankind.

“We don’t have to do this here. We don’t have to do this at all, if you don’t want to.” You squint your eyes up at him, using your fingernail to pop the last button through the hole on the other side of the shirt. When you let go, the pieces fall away from his chest like he’s caught in slow motion on a Calvin Klein commercial.

“I said I needed you now, not later.” In response, he scoops you into his arms and wraps your legs around his hips. The electricity that pops and crackles between you is nearly visible in the dimly lit room, the fabric of your bra skimming against his collarbone when you breath.

The little whines and whimpers that fall from your lips are driving Spencer crazy, forcing him to push through the door and lower you to a shorter countertop meant for making drinks. Tonight it would be used for other, more wicked things.

“Someone’s a bit excited.” You breathed. There was no way you could take a full breath in a moment like this. Everything was so heated and yet nothing was really happening.

“Shut the fuck up.” And then he was kissing you, his lips warm against your own. Despite the fact that you didn’t think it was possible, he pulled you closer. You knitted your fingers into his curls and gave them a slight tug. God, you loved these curls.

He began sucking a heated trail down your throat, quite possibly leaving a pathway of hickeys. You would be putting makeup over them for at least thirty minutes before you left your hotel room tomorrow, but for now they were heavenly fire against your skin.

Spencer took away his lips long enough to strip from his remaining clothes and throw them over his shoulder. When he stood in front of you looking like a Roman god, bared to no one but yourself, it made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

“I’m so in love with your body.” He groaned just before his lips found your breast, sucking on your nipple. Your head fell back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You fumbled for a moment, patting around the countertop before your brain turned on long enough to get your hand between your legs and down to his naked erection.

He moaned into your breast as you began to move your hand. He let go of your boob and went straight back up to your mouth. His whole body was tensed up but his lips were soft as they parted against against your lips. The whole world felt like it was on fire, and his every touch was another lick of flames.

You move your hand faster, enjoying every groan and grunt and moan that finds it’s way out of his mouth and into yours. He’s already close to orgasm, you can tell by the way he breaks from the kiss, your foreheads pressed together and your breath stirring in the small space between your faces. His grip is tight when he grabs your wrist to make you stop.

“No.” Every nerve and thought and feeling was consumed by you and everything else short-circuited. Spencer couldn’t get the words out of his mouth to properly express what he wanted, it wasn’t often that the young genius was rendered speechless.

But you knew, you knew that he wanted to be inside of you. You knew that because you wanted him inside of you just as much, if not more, than he did. You shift your hips around on the counter, getting closer to the edge as you widen your legs.

“I’m on the pill.” You whisper, watching the sudden realization that he hadn’t come prepared widen his eyes for just a small fraction of a second. Just as quickly, the fear turns into that devlish grin you weren’t aware someone so beautifully shy and awkward could possess.

“Thank you, Pincus, Sanger, and McCormick.” You barely have time to question the comment, although later you’ll realize he’s probably talking about three of the minds behind the invention of the birth control pill. No longer taking his time, Spencer positions himself right at your entrance before running the tip of his cock along your wet folds.

“Fuck!” He slams into you, running his entire length into your body, hitting depths you didn’t even realize had never been touched until he was thrusting against them. It sends a wave of pleasure through every cell in your body as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him like you’re running out of oxygen.

He holds onto your hips as he repeatedly rams his hips into yours. He has buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting every curse and moan muffle into your skin. The glasses under the counter jangle with every merciless thrust inside you. The sharp bite of his nails digging into your hips makes you hiss, but it’s more from pleasure than pain.

There’s no dirty talking anymore. Every ounce of pretend you both go through while around one another is shed like seconds skins, leaving two people so hungry for each other that it had been too much to bare.

Your fingers are twisted around the short curls at the nape of his neck and your teeth are biting into the solid muscle at his shoulder. The bar always had whiffs of sex and sweat in the air that mixed with the smell of alcohol and perfume, but now it was the strongest scent in the room.

Even as your orgasm starts to build in your belly, you want more. You want to hold him so close that your brain wouldn’t be able to distinguish where you ended and he began. Letting go of his shoulder, your head lolls back and your own nails draw long lines of red down his neck.

“Spencer!” His name leaves your lips in a mix of a sob and a moan, the ecstasy of just his touch alone driving you higher and higher. The sting of his nails leave your hips, one hand reaching to the place where your connected and the other coming up to grip your jaw in his hand.

His thumb rubs against the little button of pleasure that causes your legs to start to tingle like they’ve been asleep for too long. All the while, he ruthless pace doesn’t falter. Sweat sticks a few of his curls to his temples, providing a beautiful glowing effect across the smooth planes and angles of his shoulders and collarbones.

He leans forward to catch your lips in a kiss that ends much too quickly for your taste, but you can feel the rapid exhalation of his breaths as it fans across your cheek.

“Come.” Usually a man of so many words, you had always assumed it would be the same in his sex life. Maybe it was true in most cases, but right now his desire to see you succumb to the pleasure of him inside of you outweighs the need to taunt and tease you with words.

Meeting his eyes, getting off on the smug look that twists his lips as much as you are getting off on his dick actually inside of you, you let yourself fall into the sweet release of your orgasm. Spencer doesn’t stop as you come around him, instead he quickens the pace as his own release works its way to the edge.

Your legs are still shaking when he buries himself into you with one final thrust, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth. He chases the sting of his teeth away with the softness of the kiss that follows, loosing himself in the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

Neither of you move, although he ends the kiss to gasp for air with your foreheads once again pressed against each other. His eyes are closed, the dark pink on his cheeks and neck making him look so much younger than he was. You keep your eyes open, trying to drink in every second and commit it to your memory the way it would forever be in his.

When he steps away, leaving you feeling much more empty than you’d felt in a really long time, the cocktail of your orgasms spill down the inside of your thighs. Suddenly feeling a bit self conscious, you slip off the counter with your arm wrapped around your bared breasts.

The air seems too cold, the bar too quiet, and your mind was too loud with insecurities as you tried to steady yourself on wobbly knees. Nevertheless, you attempt to make a beeline for the backroom door. If you go and put your clothes back on then maybe you could go back to pretending like he doesn’t exist and everything will be fine.

That is until one of those solidly handsome arms come out to stop you in your pursuit of denial.

He’s still naked, standing next to you like a statue carved by the hands of Michaelangelo himself. Although, you aren’t sure the renissance artist would sculpt nail marks into his skin, the signs of your heated escapade only darkening with time. You can only imagine what your own neck looks like, several spots of sensitive skin still overly stimulated from his wandering mouth.

From your vantage point, you can see his swollen lips open to say something, probably that this had been a mistake, when his phone rings from the pair of pants he’d so carelessly thrown to the floor earlier. A small frown mars his angelic features, the side of his mouth twitching with aggravation.

His lips on yours are a surprise you weren’t expecting, despite the sexual encounter you’d just had. This kiss speaks more words than he could ever possibly say, easing all the post-coital dysphoria that comes with the sudden fall from the high you’d been on. It’s gentle and warm, the hand on your arm squeezes reassuredly before he breaks away with one last peck to your forehead. It nearly tears your beating heart out of your chest.

“Come to my hotel room later.” And then he bends down to snag the phone from his pants with an aggravated growl, turning away from you as he lies through his teeth to a worried Prentiss on the other end.

In the backroom, having shimmied back into your pants and going to put your shirt back over your head, you fingers find your lips. They’re just a little swollen, exactly like his, but you wonder if he can still feel that final kiss against them the way that you could.

Oh boy, were you in trouble.

[specialagentsergio]

baby kiss it better

summary: When D.C. implements a lockdown order, you and Spencer decide to quarantine together. There’s just one problem—he’s working from home, and his coworkers don’t know about you.

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: a few swear words, but otherwise it’s just fluff

a/n: ahh, the secret partner trope. how i love it. this is set in 2020, but with the season 5 cast! i was feeling particularly self-indulgent, so i made reader a night shift worker. this is for you, fellow night owls. stay safe out there everyone, and wear a mask!

a/n 2: i don’t actually know what a doctor or physical therapist would recommend for spencer’s knee injury. this is just going on my basic understanding of anatomy (i took a class in it this fall!) and what i've seen on grey’s anatomy lol.

word count: 2.2k

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Spencer tries not to grimace as he shifts in his chair. Working from home during the lockdown had initially seemed like it came at a great time, starting just a month after his knee injury. Sure, he wasn’t thrilled about having to do almost everything digitally, but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about being mobile.

Unfortunately, that had turned out to be a downside. Tethered to his seat by headphones, he hasn’t been able to get up and stretch his leg properly, and as a result, is experiencing more pain.

It’s only 8:30, but he can already feel it flaring up. It’s been happening earlier every day, likely due to the existing irritation from the day before. Today is Thursday, and he’s miserable—he dreads to think of what tomorrow will be like.

He’s wondering if there’s some way he could get out of work tomorrow when he hears the sound of the front door being unlocked. He looks up to see you pushing the door open with your shoulder, carrying far too many grocery bags than is reasonable.

“Be careful!” he exclaims, watching as you teeter to the side a little. You just wave him off and close the door with your heel.

Working from home may not have been the positive he was expecting it to be, but you’ve more than made up for it. The two of you had decided to quarantine together, and he’s really loved having you around. Granted, you’ve only been here since Sunday, but he’s starting to think that this is going to end with him asking you to move in with him for good.

He hears a thunk as you dump all the groceries on the kitchen table. Then you’re back in the living room, taking off your mask as you walk by so you can blow him a kiss. He presses his knuckles to his mouth to hide his smile.

Usually you give him a proper cheek or forehead kiss when you get home, but the team doesn’t know about you yet. It’s not that he’s necessarily keeping you a secret, he just... likes having you to himself, and he doesn’t really want it to change just yet.

He’s also not looking forward to the pitch Garcia’s voice is going to hit when she finds out he’s been dating someone for over a year without telling her.

“Are you listening, Reid?” Hotch’s voice makes Spencer focus back in on the screen.

“Oh, y-yeah. Yeah, of course. Um, I was just thinking that this choice of rope to bind the victims is interesting.” He doles out a few facts about it, which seems to do an adequate job of convincing everyone that he’s paying attention.

They take a break when the main briefing is over—Jack needs something from Hotch and Sergio has apparently knocked something breakable off of Emily’s kitchen counter. He slides his headphones off and mutes his mic. Apparently that’s a cue you’ve been waiting for, because only a few moments later you’re placing a mug of tea on his desk.

“Green tea,” you say. “Might help reduce the inflammation in your knee.” Then you’re lifting his foot off the small stool it’s resting on and sliding another pillow under it so his leg is more elevated.

“Wh—“ he starts, but you’re already hurrying back into the kitchen. You come back with a baggie of ice wrapped in a dishtowel in your hands, which you place it gently on top of his knee.

“Twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off,” you say. “Then repeat with heat instead, like your physical therapist said. I’ll get the heating pad from the bedroom.”

“Hey, wait.” Spencer snags your wrists before you can walk away again. “How’d you know it was hurting?”

“Oh, I always know,” you reply. “You should have realized that by now.”

He thinks on that as you leave to get the heating pad, sipping his tea. You do always seem to just know, whether he’s in physical pain, a bad case is bothering him, or even if he’s just in a bad mood and doesn’t know why himself.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t feel incredibly lucky to have you in his life.

“I’m leaving it by this outlet behind you. Have you been doing your stretches?”

He bites his lip, hesitating because he knows you won’t like the answer. But he doesn’t have to say it; you can tell from his expression.

“Spencer. You know you need to be doing them.”

“I know, I do,” he insists. “I just... can’t really get up and do them with these headphones.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Okay, so take them off. Your laptop has speakers.”

“But I don’t want to disturb you,” he protests. Since you work the night shift, you sleep during the day, usually heading to bed around 11 AM. He doesn’t want the noise from the Zoom calls to keep you up. Much like the bullpen in the FBI building, the calls can get rowdy.

“You won’t,” you assure. “I’ll just shut the bedroom door.”

“I guess that works,” he relents. “But I feel weird getting up and stretching in front of everyone. Like, wouldn’t that be disruptive?”

You sigh. “Spencer, I understand it’ll make you self-conscious, but you want full mobility in your knee again, right?”

“Yeah, I do, I get it,” he says sullenly, looking down into his mug. “I need to do the stretches if I want it to heal well.”

“Hey.” You take one of his hands and squeeze it. “I’m not trying to annoy you. I just want you to get better and be in less pain. I don’t like to see you hurting.”

“You’re not annoying me. I guess I’m just... not really used to being taken care of,” he admits quietly.

“Well, I’m gonna fix that.”

The confidence in your voice makes him unable to hold back a smile. “Alright.”

You smile back. “Is there anything else I can do?”

Spencer’s about to tell you that you’ve done plenty when an idea strikes him. He tilts his head to the side. “Well, there is something.”

“Yes?”

“There’s some research—nothing too substantial, but still some—that says kisses can help relieve pain,” he says.

You laugh, but it’s not unkind. “Oh, so you want me to kiss it better?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, glancing away shyly.

“Okay, then.” You tuck his hair behind his ear and press a kiss to his forehead. “Better?” you ask softly.

He hums. “Better.”

“Good.” You stand back up and stretch. “Well, I’ll be awake for a few more hours, so let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Spencer puts his headphones back on—he wants to wait to unplug them until you go to bed to spare you from hearing anything gruesome—and looks back at the screen to find Morgan, Emily, JJ, and Garcia staring him down. Rather hesitantly, he unmutes his mic and asks, “What?”

Emily is grinning—she looks the more awake than she has all morning. “Is there anything you wanna tell us?” she asks.

“Yeah, Spence,” JJ chimes in, “any new developments in your life?”

“I don’t—” he starts, then it hits him like a truck. He remembered to mute his mic, but the camera was still on. Clearly, they all saw you kiss his forehead. He barely stops himself from hitting his head against the table; he covers his face with his hands instead and groans.

“Isn’t the whole point of all this that we stay away from other people?” Morgan asks, and Spencer doesn’t have to look up to know that Derek has a shit-eating grin on his face.

“People outside of your household,” he corrects without thinking.

“Oh my god!” Garcia shrieks and he winces, pulling the headphones off out of instinct. He’s not the only one—JJ jumps and yanks her earbuds out, and Derek lifts one side of his headphones away from his ear. Spencer hesitantly copies him, putting one half of his headphones back on.

“Jesus, Pen, you scared the shit out of Sergio,” Emily’s saying.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” she says, then turns her attention completely to Spencer. “Boy wonder. You’re living with someone and I’m just now hearing about it?”

“I mean, you never asked,” he points out.

“Well, I didn’t think I’d have to!” she huffs. “You usually tell your friends if you’re seeing someone new, let alone living with them!”

“You do, maybe. Emily and I don’t,” he says.

Emily herself shrugs. “Good point. Fair enough, Reid.”

“Besides, we’re not living together,” he continues, “We’re quarantining together.”

“Right, because that’s such a big difference,” JJ teases. He glares at her in return.

Rossi returns to his desk before Penelope can start bombarding Spencer with questions. But there’s no reprieve for him—the man takes one look around and knows something’s up. “Okay, what’s going on?” he asks.

“We just found out pretty boy has a partner,” Morgan sing-songs before Spencer can say anything.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“And he didn’t tell any of us!” Garcia adds.

Spencer groans again and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. “This is exactly why I didn’t say anything,” he mutters.

A knocking sound draws his attention away from the call. You’re standing in the bedroom doorway, your hand resting on the doorframe. “You okay?” you ask. “I just heard you groan.”

Spencer mutes his mic again and then leans over so he’s out of the camera’s frame. “They found out,” he sighs.

“Found out what?”

“Found out about... you.”

Realization crosses your face. “They saw me kissing you better?”

“Yeah. I forgot the camera was still on,” he says sheepishly.

“Well, it was bound to happen eventually.” You make your way over to him and take the ice off his knee. “It’s been twenty minutes, by the way.”

“Thanks. So, um...” He picks up the fidget toy you bought him when he was going stir-crazy in the hospital and starts messing with it. “What do you wanna do about this?”

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with,” you reply immediately.

“Okay, good answer,” he says. “But I actually want to know how you feel about this.”

“Well, I’m fine with meeting them, even if it’s just over Zoom. But if you’d rather wait, I’m fine with that, too. Really,” you add when he raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, well.” Spencer looks back at the screen. Hotch has returned now, and even though he can’t hear anything, it’s clear they’re all waiting on him. Best to just do this now, he thinks, otherwise I’ll be hearing about it all day. “How would you feel about meeting them right now?”

You blink. “Um, okay. So long as you don’t mind me looking like I was up all night, because, you know... I was.”

“You look fine,” he reassures. “Uh, just stay put for a second. Let me ask if this is okay.”

He readjusts to sit in his chair properly. He starts to put his headphones back on, but you unplug them so you can hear what’s happening.

“You ready to continue, Reid?” Hotch asks. It’s business as usual with him—if he was told what happened earlier, Spencer can’t tell.

“Well, actually,” he starts, and nervousness bubbles up in his chest. He glances up and you give him a reassuring smile. “Actually, I was wondering if I could introduce you guys to someone first?”

Garcia squeals. “Ooh, sir, please say yes!”

“Just keep it quick,” Hotch says. He didn’t even hesitate—they totally told him.

Spencer takes a deep breath, then gestures for you to come over. You seem a little nervous as well, but you handle it well, walking around the desk and into the frame. “Oh, we should have gotten you something to sit on,” he laments when you lean over the back of his chair.

“It’s fine.” You drape your arms around his shoulders and adjust so your head is on the same level as his. It’s silent for a moment, then you say, “Well, introduce me, silly.”

“Oh!” He clears his throat, trying to ignore the heat he feels in his cheeks. “Um, this is (Y/N). My... my partner.”

The call explodes with greetings, everyone talking over each other. “Slow down, slow down,” Spencer pleads. This is all overwhelming enough—he doesn’t need any excess stimuli.

Once it settles, everyone takes their turn introducing themselves (you already know who they all are, though, as he’s told you so much about them). Then you field a few questions—what you do for work, how you met, what your favorite food is (that was Rossi—Spencer suspects that he wants to know for the first dinner party he can hold after quarantine is over).

It’s going well. Everyone seems to like you, and you’re getting by just fine. Until Garcia asks her question, that is.

“So, (Y/N), how long has boy wonder been keeping you a secret from us?”

Both of you tense. “Uh, you know what, I’ll let him answer that,” you say quickly. “It’s just about time for me to go to bed.”

“Wha—no. No, it’s not. It’s just barley past nine,” Spencer protests.

“Yeah, I’m really tired. I’m gonna try and get some extra sleep today.” You give a little wave. “It was nice meeting you all.”

“Don’t leave me,” he whispers desperately. “Not with that question.”

You feign a yawn. “Sorry, I’m just too tired.”

He watches you go back to the bedroom with a pout.

“Well?” Garcia insists when he looks back at her.

Spencer cringes and preemptively lowers his computer volume.

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tell me what you thought here!

[vannybarber]

Put Some Respect On My Name!

Summary: As a wife and a mother to the kids of this asshole, respect is the one thing you better be recieving from him...after some good 🍆 of course. That's number one right there.😏

Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

BIG ASS PLOT

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Pregnant¡Reader, swearing, insults, angst, mentions of cheating, SMUT, breeding kink, spanking, oral (female receiving), praise kink, unprotected sex, mentions of religion, threats of violence (nothing extreme).

So here your are. Sitting on you and Ransom's shared California King bed looking at his friend, Derek's Instagram story, disappointed and angry. But mostly angry. Some nasty ass trick is sitting on your baby daddy's lap. Her loppy floppy tits out with a drink in hand and him drinking a Moscato, the one beverage he loved to order everytime he went out.

Last year for New Year's, you had to stop him from ordering more or else you were going to be cleaning him up after puking everywhere at midnight instead of getting a kiss to start off another year.

Your two year old daughter was in her playroom across the hall making a mess with her toys. Usually you'd be down there playing with her but your swollen stomach done prohibited you from doing a lot of things now. But it most definitely ain't stop you from getting what you want from Ransom every day and night. Nothing could ever stop you guys from getting yo freak on. Nothing.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale is most definitely an asshole and you're not gonna sit here and lie, acting like he completely changed when you guys came together. That boy still has his moments, but of course, it would be a chilly ass day in hell before you sit there and take his bullshit. He been learned that.

At this point ,you were thinking of ways to get on his ass about it when he comes home. Should you get the bat and wait at the door on some Beyonce shit ? Or put some bleach in his Fruit Loops like Cardi the next day ? Those sounded a lot better than what you decided to do. You were gonna wait till he got back home and calmly confront him on it, regardless of what your hormones wanted. 6 months pregnant and anger do not go together. You're WAAAAY more vulnerable and bound to do anything now. So you just watch your daughter brush her baby doll, hitting her on the head cause she won't sit still, rubbing your bump and wait for him to come home.

You hear shuffling downstairs and keys hitting the bowl by the front door. His big head home now and you're beyond ready.

You check the time and it's 2:46 am. You been put your child to sleep hours ago. You were just watching Wild N' Out to pass the time, thinking of how you were gonna start off without making yourself even more mad. The baby nor you need any of that. You were internally praying he was gonna get his ass over here soon cause your ass knocked out for a little bit. You were sleepy as hell right now.

Hearing those expensive ass Chelsea boots hit the sleek stairs and up to the second floor, you woke the fuck up real quick. You stay quiet and watch him walk in your daughters room and check on her. You can see with the nightlight him smile and rub her brown cheek with the back of his forefinger, whispering inaudible words to her. Fuck him and his adorable ass.

He bends back up straight and walks out her room closing the door a little and make his way across the hall to your room. He sees you and your pregnant state in your white tube top and grey booty shorts. Simple yet the baddest bitch he's ever laid eyes on and ever will. He smiles while locking eyes with you and all you do is narrow yours back at him getting upset all over again, regardless of the sweet previous moment shared with your baby girl.

He gives you a 'what the hell ?' look and comes over to give you a kiss but you jerk your head back with the stank face and a 'boy move out my face' quietly leaving your mouth. Now he's REALLY confused.

"Mama, what's wrong with you?"

You look at him like he just asked you to get on your knees and bark like a dog.

"What's wrong with me? You really asking that?" raising your voice on the second question.

Technically, he has the right to ask, being that he doesn't know what you know. He probably doesn't even know that Derek was recording him and that broad. Nor does he know that you texted Derek to keep recording him so you know nothing escalates.

Call it what you want, but you know how your man is. He's immature and irresponsible as HELL. If something had popped off that really threatened y'all's relationship, you would've been in that bar with your child on your right hip, earphones in her ear and tablet in hand, cussing him and that girl out.

"You wanna tell me how your night went?" You tilt your head asking sweetly, with a drop of sarcasm. You truly are a petty ass piece of work. And you love it.

"Just get to the point Y/N. The fuck did I do this time ?" At this point he's now visibly annoyed. But you ain't care. This situation is on his part. Y'all could've had a nice night, fucking while Big City Greens playing in the background on the T.V. eventually waking your child up cause you loud as hell, but nooooo. That ain't happening now.

You grab your phone and open back up Instagram, Marta popping up on your feed with Harlan reading a book. You like it and search up Derek's @ then click his story. You flip through countless tabs until you see the man-child standing in front of you, on the screen. You motion him over to the bed.

"Come here, asswipe."

He rolls his eyes, but moves them feets anyway. You turn your phone to him and let the video play. You watched it about a thousand times so you know exactly when it ends. After it does you pull the phone back in your lap and give him a questioning look.

Sometimes it's hard to read his expressions and this was one. It was a mix of slight guilt and double the annoyance. He backs up and stands back at the end of the bed, arms crossed.

"Really? This why you're upset?"

You swear you almost slapped him. And this time you couldn't blame the hormones because it was gonna be ALL YOU. You take a deep breath and lean your back against the cushion headboard.

"I KNOW you did not just ask me that as if I ain't supposed to be bothered by the fact that my husband got some random woman on his lap while I'm at home with his daughter and his growing child."

You deadass don't believe him right now. He really pressing you as if he don't know how you get when you're angry, especially while pregnant.

"My feet hurt. I am TIRED. I can't even move for more than 5 minutes without getting sick and having to sit down. The you come at me with this bullshit" you continue. "What the hell is wrong with you ?"

He just deadpans you. And you stare at his ass right back. You not playing right now.

"Y/N, you never get upset when I go out with my buddies and get hammered." He's flapping his arms around raising his voice at every word.

"What is the big deal now? It's fucking late and you're doing all this right now. What the hell?"

You gather the strength and get out the bed to close the bedroom door cause you about to go AWF.

Getting back on the bed fully sitting up and supporting your own weight, you tie your butterfly braids up in ponytail.

"Listen, you raggedy shitball,"

It's about to go down. You adjust yourself, ready to release the wrath.

"I don't give a damn how late it is. You know better than to go out and let some bitch get close up on you like that. Were you even thinking about me or your kids while she was on you? The fuck was going through your mind? Oh wait, I forgot. You don't fucking think. You have to actually have a damn brain."

"Raggedy shitball? Real mature, babe. Real fucking mature." He says rolling his eyes, finally getting his shoes off and putting them under the chair were his scarf and coat are draped over.

You continue with your rant.

"Ironic for you to comment on maturity, Hugh."

Yep, that's right. You said it. You called him by his ugly ass first name. Linda and Richard must've been out they damn mind naming him that shit. He whipped his head around, any sense of expression just completely wiping from his face. Perfect. Just the reaction you wanted.

"Don't call me that." He stated, pure disgust in his words. To be honest, you don't even blame him. But like stated before, you petty as hell.

"Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Your name is fucking Hugh" you say in a sing songy voice. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

"You don't get to tell me what to do right now. And back to what I said before. Why you let that girl in your lap like that ?"

"It was completely harmless. We were just having fun. Like you said before, you aren't a jealous person. Stuff like that shouldn't even be affecting you like this." He gets on the bed beside you and your face tore back up again. He's really getting in this fucking bed beside you like nothing.

But he was right though. You aren't a jealous person. A girl can come up to him at a party and flirt right in your face, but you'd never be bothered. Cause at the end of the day, her ass is getting rejected and he's gonna be inside you later the same night. He's yours and you're his. Simple.

"Ransom, just because I'm not a jealous person doesn't mean I'm gonna keep my mouth if our relationship is threatened." This man is actually delusional.

"You never entertain other girls when I'm around and here you are with a girl on your lap and I'm not there to say or do nothing. And you know your shitty friends will just encourage it. "

At this point, you started to get really insecure. Maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's just your logic. But your mind started racing like NASCAR. What really happens when he's out and you're at home? He wouldn't put your marriage and family at risk over a bitch...right? He hasn't cheated on you, has he? These thoughts really weren't good for your right now.

But he must've read your expressions. You were zoned out and he knows you're an over thinker so he had to stop you real quick. He puts his large left hand over your thigh, rubbing it and his right around your ass, leaning his head against your arm, trying to get you to chill. It almost worked, him knowing you liked your thighs rubbed, especially in your state.

But you caught that shit right away. You moved out of his hold and turn your body completely towards him. And then you ask him.

"Have you ever cheated on me?"

He freezes, you swear for at least 2.4 milliseconds and whips his head around to look at you. You turn your head away, somewhat regretting you even asked. You know this fucker loved you and your family with everything. He even said in his vows he would give his all into you. And you believed him. But fuck that right now. You need to know.

"Are you GODDAMN serious right now?!"

Okay, you paused for two things; he used God's name in vain, which you HATED, due to you growing up religious. Even though you don't practice it very often, it still bothered you. And two, he yelled, completely disregarding the fact that your kid is across the hall sleeping.

You snap your head around, braids hitting your face with super saiyan speed and kick him in his hip.

"What the shit, Y/N?"

"First of all, you know how I feel about that fucking word. STOP USING IT. And two, your daughter is sleeping so you need to keep your damn voice down!"

He's rubbing his side with a distorted look, but you could care less. You were fed up. This imbecile wasn't showing you any respect and your weren't gonna wait for him to get it right.

"How the hell would you feel if I went out, sat on some random dude's lap and entertained him while you were at home with our kid? Matter a fact, I'll do one even better. How about while I'm PREGNANT with YOUR baby, that YOU put in me, I sit on him and letting him rub my belly?"

Ransom has a big ass breeding kink. When you told him you were pregnant he was ecstatic. The though of him knocking you up, his seed growing inside of you just gave him pure ecstacy. And don't even get started on when your bump started to form. He was fucking every chance he got. He was in a theme park and you were his favorite ride.

You know you were playing with fire, but that shit felt AMAZING. He was really feeling how you were feeling right now. Them veins were popping out his neck and his face was slightly turning red. Baby boy was LIVID.

"Y/N, cut that shit out. I'm not doing this with your ass tonight." He looked at you with these eyes you've only seen when his family pissed him off at those gatherings he dragged both of you to. Before you had your first child of course. You went to them less after your daughter's birth because he didn't want her around his shitty family. You completely understood.

"Nah, baby boy. Since you want to be so inconsiderate and a triple asshole tonight, you can lay here by yourself and bathe in it." You got your big ass out the bed after minutes of struggling. Grabbing your black Betty Boop pillow with her cute afro, your charger, phone and your Hot Cheetos out the night stand and slipped on your slides, you waddle across the room, heading into the guest bedroom.

You refuse to sleep in the same bed as him, especially since he refuses to admit he's in the wrong. If you stay in there, you're just going to get even more frustrated and you don't want to harm your baby.

"Y/N, baby. What are you doing? Come back in here" he called you from the bedroom.

You shut the door and lock it. You'll be damned if you're gonna come running back cause he aSkEd you to. You settle in the bed, plug your phone up, grab your chips and turn When They See Us on the T.V.

Ransom just lays back on the bed in defeat. He didn't even make an effort to get you back in the room because you're stubborn as a mule. But he takes this time to go over what just happened.

He truly didn't think you would make a big deal. Like you said before, you're not a jealous person, so he didn't think he'd have to worry. Boy, was he all the way wrong. And you did have a point about you entertaining another man. That had his blood boiling. He gets at most irritated when you come with him to events, like the Oakley Country Club in Watertown and you're everyone's distraction.

It was your first appearance with him there and you being a sight to see, had all eyes on you and your body. Hell, even the women were checking you out, no envy or jealousy in sight. He knew then, he was gonna keep you close. You don't remember ever leaving his side that evening. He even volunteered to go into the bathroom with you. He didn't want to take a chance with the females either.

But in all seriousness, he couldn't bear the thought of you with another man. Especially now that you're married and have two kids together. But he really couldn't believe that you'd even suggest that he had been unfaithful to you. Your reasons were plausible, yes, but he was honestly...hurt. He knows what kind of guy he is comes off as, but he'd never intentionally ruin what you guys have built. You were the only one he truly let close.

He knew what he had to do, even though he dreaded it. He had to go apologize. He hates when you're upset with him. Absolutely hates it. Plus you were looking sexy as hell tonight and he need some of that round brown ASAP, no rocky.

Ransom got up and opened the door, making his way down the hall to the guest bedroom, but not before checking his baby's room. She was still fast asleep, little snores leaving her body. Exiting her room, he knew your door would be locked but tried to open it anyway. When it didn't budge, he knocked a couple of times. But you was knocked out.

Then he remembered. Lifting his hand to the top of the door frame, he searched for the thin key that unlocked the bedroom doors. Once he felt it, he grabbed it and inserted it in the door knob. Click. He pushed the door open and looked around to see the T.V. screen on, but paused, and you lying on your side with the Cheeto bag still open like a damn fool.

He shut the door quietly and made his way around the bed. He closed the loud ass bag, which caused you to stir and reposition your legs. He set the bag on the nightstand and crawled into the bed with you. He stared at you for a moment. Looking at your full lips and your wide nose.

Your afrocentric features were always so mesmerizing to him because they were different from all the other women. They were unique and he understood why you took so much pride in them. You had the damn right, especially looking that good. You were never afraid to embrace them. No person of color should ever be afraid to. Ever.

After what felt like an hour of weird ass staring, Ransom started to shake your arm, trying to wake you. You're a heavy ass sleeper, so it took him a while. You opened your eyes, squinting trying to figure what the fuck just woke your ass up. Feeling a dip in the bed and a presence next to you, Ransom comes into sight.

Even though this man is finer than a MOTHERFUCKER, you still turned your nose up when you looked at him. Your ass was still mad and it was ridiculous. Understandable, but ridiculous as hell. You could only imagine what he wanted now. You roll your eyes.

"Listen, I know you're still pissed at me and whatever, but I just came in here to.... apologize."

He averted his gaze to the T.V. You know how difficult it is for your baby to apologize for anything because even though he clearly in the wrong, he will never ever accept it nor admit it. And damn sure never apologize.

"I realize how you felt when you saw that video", he continued. "I would be even more pissed if you were the one in someone else's lap and I couldn't kick their ass as soon as I saw it."

You chuckled a little bit because it's true. He would be angry as shit. Although, you'd never be in that position because you love and respect him too much. But you let him finish before you spoke.

"With that being said, I'm sorry for my actions. Believe it or not, I'm still getting adjusted to being a husband and a father. I'm still struggling to give up my old habits and the shit I'm so used to doing. It's not easy, baby."

You grab is strong jaw and make him face you. He hasn't made eye contact with you this entire time. You almost felt bad, but he needed to understand. Understand where you were coming from and understand how it made you feel.

"Ransom, I'm not asking you to completely change who you are. I just want to know that you're in this for good. Because you can't turn back now. We've come too damn far. And I'll be damned if you decide to give up your responsibilities. Your ass gon' be grass."

He smiled a teeny bit, because what can you say? You're a natural born comedian. You can turn any situation in to some funny ass shit. But you get back to your point.

"I want you to be able to go out and have fun, but also come back and be a husband and a father. I value my independence just as much as you, so I get it. Just remember what you have. Don't fuck it up for some pussy, alright? That's all I'm saying."

You look him in his sea blue eyes. Damn, them thangs are hypnotic as hell. But you search for something that tells you he understands. That's all you fucking want. Him to understand. But you definitely got your answer.

Just as you were about to ask him, he shoots his face towards you and attacks your mouth like a damn wild ass pig. You were thrown all the way off, but you checked back into reality and kissed him back. You guys had this amazing ass way of getting in sync when you kissed. No matter who initiates it, you flow amazingly.

After a few mintues of saliva attack, you pull away tryna breathe cause he was about to take all your fucking oxygen. He laughs at the look on your face. You end up cracking up too. You can't help it. And he knows it.

"I completely understand, mama. I've definitely taken this into consideration. I learned my lesson." He smiles down at you. Internally you're proud as fuck because it's like you raised a bad ass kid into a well behaved one. The power your ass holds is amazing.

Then you look at the door trying to figure out how the hell he got in the room. "The key." You nod in realization. He rubs your thigh again, and this time, you don't stop him. Instead he stops himself. You look at him confused as fuck.

"But I'm gonna let you sleep in here, since you seem to be so cozy." He was messing with you. Fuck him. He gets up off the bed and head towards the door, but not before looking back to catch your reaction. You had a 'get your ass back over here' look on your face. But he just smirked. That signature smirk.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He really out here testing you right now. The balls on this motherfucker...

"Ransom, get your ass over here and give me what I want." You look down at his crotch, imagining him without his wool Reiss pants. He follows your eyes, still holding that smirk, but not forgetting to widen it. You lusting after his fLeSh turned him on bad. And it felt so good.

You already know you're to hard to resist. Everyone loves chocolate. Even Ransom's lactose intolerant ass.

You start to rub your belly, purposely drawing his attention, really making him turned on for you. You can feel that that tropical rain storm in your Fenty underwear.

And that boy was ready to start swimming. He expediTiously got back on the bed and in between your legs. You give him that look and that's all he needed. Connecting your lips to his and moving them in perfect sync like always, he starts rubbing up and down the side of your full belly.

"So fucking perfect and all of it's for me."

You pause.

"And who said all of this was for you, Mr. Drysdale?"

Not amused by your comment, he slaps your ass louder than a bitch and you shut your ass up real quick. Not before letting out a little giggle though.

He lifts your heavy ass and pulls the tube top over your head, letting your swole breasteses fall into position. Your areolas widened since having your daughter and Ransom LIVED for it. You were definitely enjoying them massages and those lips treatments he gave you when they were sore, just like now.

He starts kneading the left breast and continues to make out with your face like an animal. His left arm is holding your ass up. He eventually lays you back down, knowing damn well his ass is tired of holding you. You ain't blaming him either.

He hooks his lips on the nipple of the same breast, twirling his deadly tongue all around it. You moan with your head thrown back cause it feels good as hell. He lets go and replaces his mouth with his hands and twirls the nipple with his mouth on the other.

All you could do was mumble cuss words and grab his hair. He was really fucking you up and the real fucking didn't even start yet.

Trailing kisses all the way down your beautiful bump, down all the stretch marks till he reaches your shorts. He wasted no time getting them off and disposing them on the clean floor. Whatever he throw on the floor HE'S picking that shit up, not you. You'll make sure of that.

He looks directly at your covered pussy with excitement in his eyes. More excited than you were, if that's even possible. He takes his thick index finger and rubs you through your panties, completely soaking them. You just watch him, lust dialating your pupils.

He yanks them off, almost taking you off the damn bed at the same time, so you had to re-adjust yourself. He spreads your legs on their sides of his wide shoulders and licks from your core to the hood that covered your clit. You jerked a little cause you were in your second trimester, the horny trimester. You were 🌃 sensitive 🌃.

Then his annoying ass starts lapping in circles in super saiyan speed. You cry out and grab your left breast, squeezing and rubbing it. He stretches his left hand out and takes the right one, doing the same thing. Your back was continuously arching. You know your baby was fed up.

After a couple of more laps, your body finally can't take anymore and you cum all over his mouth. He has the audacity to keep going, even when your clit is hypersensitive, making you literally whimper, so you have to slap his head to get him to stop.

He pulls away with that stupid famous smirk.

"All that shit you're always talking, but you couldn't take a little sensitivity?" He teases you. But that's alright, cause you gon' remember that next time you're on your knees for him. When he comes, you not taking your mouth off him until you feel like it.

"Just fuck me already before I change my mind." You don't know why you even said that shit. He can tease you all you want. You'll never not have your legs or mouth open, ready for him to stick his dick wherever he feels.

He just chuckles, cause he knows that too.

Taking your body, he flips you on your left side and settles behind you, dick right against your ass. Its one of your favorite positions because he could hit your sweet spot perfectly this way. And he could rub your bump at the same time. Beneficial for the both of your greedy asses.

He was taking way to long so you grab his dick and line it up with your pussy and push the tip in slowly, playing with your own arousal. Ransom just watched. He loved seeing you desperate for his stupid ass, but you gave zero fucks at the moment.

Finally you slip his huge ass girth inside you and you moan out loud as hell. You really just be turned on by anything at this point. He then takes back the lead and pushes further till he bottoms out inside you. He's heavily breathing his hot ass breath on your neck like a weirdo, but fuck it.

Once both of you are adjusted, he starts moving in and out of you. The position made your walls hella tighter and he was already hitting your spot. His tight arm is wrapped around your stomach now. You constantly moan his name and he's just encouraging it.

"Ransom, fuck, baby just like that"

"You love when I fuck you like this, don't you pretty girl?"

You hated when he called you "pretty girl, sweet girl, or good girl" because you become a straight whore for him right away. He's such an asshole.

"Yes, Daddy- please don't stop"

"Tell me how bad you want it baby"

There he go with these fucking games. Always wanting to hear you beg.

"I want it so bad, Daddy ! pleASe give it to mE"

Happy Ransom?

He starts to pick up the pace and you feel the pleasure in your toes. It just travel from there all around your body and you can't say anything but "don't stop" and moan uncontrollably.

You start getting close and he can tell by the way you pick up the moans. So he starts going faster. But never forgetting to add a little nasty dialogue.

"I can feel you ready to come sweet girl. Keep clenching around me baby" That shit just made you even more whore-knee. If you weren't already pregnant, he was definitely gonna put a baby in you that night.

"Baby I'm close- fill me up Ransom please "

You're begging for this man to cum inside you, but he always wanna play a damn game.

"Hmmm do you truly deserve to cum baby? I don't know if you do.."

You wanted to hit him so bad, but he wouldn't let you come if you did. So you go along with it.

"Yes Daddy I'll do anything- Please just let me cum !" You screamed.

At this point you were loud as 🌃fuck🌃 .

After more begging he finally let you come.

"Oh shit Ransom- FUCK" You come all over his dick and shortly after, he came right behind you. Filling you up just like you wanted. He slumped against your back and you lowered your shaky leg.

"You always take me so well baby girl." He starts kissing your neck. You could literally hear that loppy ass smile he has on his face everytime y'all get done. But you get all tingly inside because you love when he praises you. Makes you feel proud of yourself.

"Well there's not much to take so...it's whatever." What are you without a teasing remark after every other sentence? But he always has a clapback.

"Its funny you say that because the other day you were practically in tears because my dick was "too much for one woman to take" and that I was practically torturing you." At this point you're turned over facing him grinning like a Cheshire cat and him smiling right back at you.

"Oh shut the fuck up, with your annoying ass." You snap back at him playfully, rolling your eyes.

"You love me, my chocolate bunny." He let's out an audible yelp when you kick him in his leg. You hate when he calls you that. "Cut it out Ransom, or you're not touching me for a week."

There you go again saying the dumb shit. You both know that YOU could never go through with that.

"Fine by me", he states unphased. Cause he knows you could never.

You roll your eyes for the 50thousanth time.

"You're lucky I love your ass."

"I love you too pretty girl" he winks.

Just as you were about to get up, you hear something jiggle the doorknob and someone huffing and puffing outside the door. That little girl over here jumping up and down tryna to open the damn door. You're literally hollering at her struggle. Truly sick in the fucking head.

"Mama! Where Papa ?" Ransom grins as he throws you his blue sweater so you can cover up and gets up to let your baby girl in.

You truly cannot stand this guy.

This all came to me so fast 😭 I hope y'all like it lmaoo

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Mistakes

Word Count: 1,713

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Reader, OC Characters

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: ANGST, Derek being an asshole, TW: drugs, overdose, death

A/N: this will have mulitple parts, either 2 or 3, so nothing too long lol

Masterlist

“I don’t care! Keep looking!” Derek paced around the loft, while Stiles and Scott sat on the couch, bounding their legs nervously. Allison, Lydia, and Isaac were out with Argent, all looking for you. 

“People don’t just disappear,” Stiles shook his head.

“Yeah, no shit,” Derek replied.

“Okay, just think. What did she do all day? Did she go anywhere o-or something? Has anyone seen her all day?” Scott asked.

“She was with you guys last. Her phone’s right here,” Derek held up your phone, before exhaling harshly.

“Maybe it’s time to tell your dad, Stiles. He can help us,” Scott suggested.

“Maybe I should, yeah,” Stiles got out his phone, before hearing the loft doors open. 

The three of them froze, looking at the door cautiously as you stood in front of them. 

“What’s going on?” you frowned slightly.

“What’s going… What’s going on!?! Everyone has been looking for you for the whole day! Where the hell were you?” Derek yelled at you.

“I was on a hunt, I-I forgot my phone, I meant to text you-” you started.

“Stiles, Scott, get out. Now,” Derek clenched his jaw as he kept his glare on you.

The two boys nervously stumbled out of the loft, not wanting to leave you alone with Derek.

“Did you not think it was important to let someone know where you were?’ his voice was calm, but the anger was still evident in his face.

You hated when he would act like this. Ignore you for 40 percent of the time, yell at you for 60. You had grown tired of it.

“I forgot,” your voice was low.

“We wasted the entire day looking for you,” he crossed his arms.

“And I never told you to look for me. If you’re just gonna get mad at me, then I’d like to go now,” you replied.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that? If I had it my way, you wouldn’t be in the pack. You’re less important than Stiles,” you always felt hurt by his words, yet never showed any emotions.

“Yeah, I’m unbelievably useless, as you keep reminding me,” you sighed.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just…” you cut him off, before running your fingers through your hair.

“Why I can’t just listen? Why I can’t just stop being useless? I’m a fucking mistake and you keep reminding me every single second you get. Don’t you think I know by now? If I could change, I would. You refuse to give me the bite and so does Scott. I’d leave Beacon Hills if I could, leave instead of forcing you all to live with the burden of knowing me,” you were already exhausted from your day, and Derek pushing your buttons didn’t help one bit.

“I never said that,” he started.

“You don’t have to. I see the way you look at me, I see the way you all look at me. I have nothing more to say to you, Derek, so if you don’t mind, I’m going home,” he stayed silent while you walked out of the loft. You felt a tear fall down your face before wiping it away, heading back home.

---

“Mom, I’m home,” you placed your bags aside as you pulled off your jacket.

You walked up the stairs, kissing your younger brother’s forehead.

“How’s Mom?” you asked him.

“She said she was feeling better but I don’t believe her,” he replied.

“Thanks for being a strong kid and looking after her while I was gone,” you gave him a small smile before patting his back.

“Go eat your dinner, I’m gonna go check up on Mom,” you said, before making your way up to her room.

“Mom?” she was sitting up in her bed, holding a cigarette in her hand.

“Mom! You can’t have those!” you yanked it out of her hand, throwing it aside. 

“Why not? I feel fine,” you could see dark bags under her eyes, while her skin was visibly paler than earlier that day.

“Did you take something?” you asked.

“What do you mean?” she shook her head.

“I’m talking about drugs, Mom! Did you take any drugs?!” you yelled.

“That’s none of your business,” she crossed her arms.

“Except it is. Do you not remember what happened last week?” you scoffed.

“Last week was a mistake, it’s different now,” you shook your head, remembering her near overdose.

“No, it’s not. You need to get clean, Mom. For yourself, for Sam. Are you forgetting who found your body in the bathroom?” you ran your fingers through your hair as you sighed, thinking of your brother

“Sam should have left with his father,” your mom scoffed.

You felt chills go down your spine, at the mention of your dad.

“Well, Dad’s gone, and he’s an asshole. Mom, please. I need you to start taking care of yourself. I already dropped out of college and I can barely keep us afloat,” you begged her.

“You only started college a month ago,” your mom frowned.

“Yeah, I know. But our family is more important. When we’re stable, I’ll start college again. But in order to do that, you need to promise me, no more drugs,” you said.

Your mom nodded her head before you wrapped your arms around her. You could hear her snoring within a few minutes while you chuckled softly, slowly putting her back in bed before flipping off her lights.

You frowned, feeling your neck and arm bugging you from the hunt, before you rubbed your eyes, yawning.

“(Y/N/N)... I need some help with my homework,” you heard your brother’s voice as you held in a groan.

“Sure, kiddo, Come on,” you led him to your room, before closing the door, making sure not to awake your mother.

---

“Scott, you’re joking,” you exclaimed.

“We called partners like 20 minutes ago! You weren’t here and no one picked Derek,” Scott groaned.

“Yeah, and for good reason. I don’t understand why I can’t be by myself,” you shook your head.

“Because it’s dangerous,” Scott said.

“It’s a vampire!” you exclaimed.

“Exactly!” Scott replied.

You squeezed your fists before exhaling sharply. 

“Fine, where’s the douche-bag?” you sighed before Derek walked to you, rolling his eyes.

“Well, let’s go then.”

---

You rolled your eyes, visibly bored as you and Derek sat in silence. The two of you sat in the car, waiting for any suspicious activity while you watched people walk in and out of the restaurant.

You turned on the radio, before Derek pushed your hand away, turning it off. You glared at him, before taking out your phone.

“Get off your phone,” he said.

“I’m bored,” you replied.

“And we’re on a stakeout mission. Get off your phone,” he said.

You turned it off, before hearing it ring. He glared at you, while you gave him a look, checking your texts.

You felt your chest aching as unbuckled your seatbelt.

“I have to go,” you said quickly.

“What? Why? (Y/N), you can’t leave me-” he started.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go,” you could feel tears rushing from your eyes as you pushed out of the car before he grabbed your wrist.

You pulled away from him, running off into the night.

---

Your brother sat in a chair at the hospital, bouncing his leg nervously.

“Sam,” his head shot up as you called his name.

He ran to your arms, burying his head into your chest.

“I-It wasn’t… It wasn’t an accident this time,” he cried out.

“What happened?” you bent down to his level, putting your hands on his shoulder.

“W-We were watching… We were watching a movie, a-and then she got up, a-and… she didn't come back,” your brother stumbled with his words, holding in his cries.

“Shh, it’s okay. It's okay,” you wrapped your arms around him tightly, before shutting your eyes tightly.

She was getting better, it has been a week since your conversation with her, and she was trying so hard.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you heard the doctor as he walked towards you.

“I’m so sorry…” their words drifted off as you bit your lip, tears rushing down your face as you held onto your brother tightly, holding in your cries as you shut your eyes tightly.

She was gone. She died.

---

You held onto your brother as the two of you made your way back to your house, biting back a sob.

“H-Here… I need you to… How about you go to y-your room?” you said.

He nodded before walking upstairs. Your body began to visibly shake, while you cried, holding in your sobs so he wouldn't hear you.

You leaned against the table, breathing shakily as more and more tears escaped from your eyes.

You heard loud knocking, banging at the front door as you wiped your face, before opening it.

You were met with Derek’s angered face as he gripped your arms tightly.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he yelled.

“I-I,” you stuttered.

“No! Shut up! The vamp killed three people before I could do anything! Do you have any idea how big of a mistake you made?! Why did you leave?! What was so important that it couldn't wait till later?!” he yelled.

“I’m sorry,” you started.

“You little…What is wrong with you?!” he yelled.

You pushed him away from you, as you clenched your jaw. He only walked closer to you, before you swing your fist, punching him in the jaw, only angering him more.

His eyes glew red as he pushed you against the wall. You could see his claws coming out of his hand, digging into your arm.

“Derek…” your voice broke.

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Sam crying loudly, standing by the stairs.

Derek’s class retracted, his face softening.

“Who the hell is that?” Derek asked.

“Get the hell away from me! You want me out so bad?! You got your fucking wish! Leave!” you screamed at him.

You punched him back, kicking him out of your house before locking the door behind you.

You fell to the ground, sobs erupting from you while Sam ran to you, burying his head in your lap.

“I-It’s gonna be okay,” you cried softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“It’s gonna be okay.”