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foreverisntenough · 2 months ago

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‘OURS - The Epilogue'

Summary: A conclusion to what has happened in the ‘You’re Mine’ sequel 'Ours'

Index: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI - if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please like, comment, or message what you think of the series. 🐑 🤍

Part 2 - 'Baby #3'

word count - 9.7 k

The soft glow of the screen illuminated the dim room, casting a warm light over Trent and you as you nestled close together in your seat. The sound of a football game played in the background, but your attention was divided between the match and each other. Your head rested on Trent with your hand comfortably entwined with his laying over your stomach. You couldn’t get enough of him lately and close was not close enough. The familiar scent and comfort of his cologne, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere you never wanted to leave.

“I haven’t watched an adult moving in ages.” You giggled cuddling further into Trent in the cinema after an advert for a new film coming out soon flashed across the screen. It was just after dinner, you’d eaten and finished your outing to the farm and after some showers and baths following it you were now happily in Trent’s arms watching the footie match while Teddy and Theo occupied themselves. You really hadn’t seen a proper movie you had wanted to in ages because of your babies. Honestly, you weren’t even sure what was out at the minute. It had been a lot of Bluey in your house and lately, naturally… Shaun the Sheep.

“An adult movie, yeah? What kind of adult movies are you watching?” Trent teased you, squeezing your side a little as you laid tucked in his arms.

“Oh stop! That’s not what I meant.” You playfully swatted at him. He gave you a smug smirk and raised his eyebrow if to say ‘really?’ “Stopp! What? Are you watching any?” You asked with feigned annoyance at his assumption you had been. You bit your lip looking at the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Yeah, baby.” His confessional answer took you by surprise. When did this man have time to watch porn without you knowing was really what you were thinking. “You make the best ones.” He continued with some cheek winking down to you before returning his gaze to the match. Of course, that’s what his answer was. Despite being his wife, despite being glued to him for more than half a decade Trent was always greedy for you and the spicy videos you’d make together or send to him were always a more than welcomed treat.

“Oh my god!” You groaned, rolling your eyes. You tried to wiggle away from him but he wasn’t letting you go anywhere. He just held you tighter with a smug laugh and a few kisses. It was approaching your wedding anniversary once again and you really felt like things had never been better. Since you tied the knot, every year for your anniversary during the summer holiday you would take a trip to as many locations as years you’d been together. It was a sweet idea Trent came up with and this year you had landed on going to four islands in the caribbean for the four years of marriage. You did decide though that Teddy and Theo would join you on this one because you both wanted them to go to the destination.

“You think we’ll be able to find any sheep for Theo? He’s going to miss his little wooly friends.” You teasingly asked after overhearing a squeal from Theo from the other room. Your eyes sparkling in the dim light as Trent chuckled, his laughter low and warm. He turned his head slightly to press a kiss to your temple, his arm tightening around you.

“We’ll find him some. I won’t lie, I'm a little over it. I’m team Ted now. The smell isn’t it for me but I’ll make it happen if that’s what you want, baby. I’ll find the only sheep on the island if it means making you and our little lad happy.” Trent teased but with a hint of sincerity in his voice. You laughed softly, your heart swelling with affection for him. Trent had a way of making everything seem possible, of bringing joy and adventure into your lives, even in the simplest of moments. As you sat there, you found yourself thinking about your kids and how much they had grown before Trent cut your blissful thoughts. “He’s so strange, baby.” Trent laughed to himself thinking about Theo’s surge of interest in farm animals.

“He’s not weird! He’s curious.” You feigned a faux pout to Trent. You knew he said it with cheek and didn’t mean it seriously but you pretended to be offended by his critique of your perfect baby boy.

“He’s curious and very funny. I love him, he’s goated.” Trent corrected himself with a bit more of a laugh and you rolled your eyes at his unintentional pun. Trent nodded, a proud smile tugging at his lips. “I just want to hold onto you forever, beautiful. My whole world.” Trent muffled into your hair after a comfortable silence simply enjoying the closeness and the quiet murmur in the cinema around you interspersed with squeals and giggles from outside it.

“Please.” You childishly cooed, squeezing him more. “Can you hear them?” You smiled hearing Teddy babble away about something to Theo. They were playing outside of the room. You could still hear them though, it just sounded like gibberish. Teddy was an amazing big sister and they would be fine alone for small bits of time so you let them play, more than okay with some time with Trent.

“What are they on about?” Trent asked like you’d know. You shrugged. There were few things as cute and as funny as your toddlers conversing. They were in their own reality happy as can be.

“Thank you for giving me my babies. They’re everything to me.” You sighed to Trent with a gentle smile.

“I loved every bit of it all, baby. Start to finish. Some parts were maybe harder than others but if it got us to right now, right here, I wouldn’t change a thing. Do it all again with you, with them.” Trent kissed your lips with a hum holding you tight to him. The game played on, but your mind drifted somewhere else. You bit your lip, feeling a familiar nervous flutter in your stomach. You shifted slightly, glancing up at Trent through your lashes.

“So you know…” You sheepishly asked Trent. Your voice was vague, but Trent knew exactly what you meant. He had seen the signs before—twice actually. How you became even more affectionate, your desire to be close to him almost insatiable. How your need for him grew in these specific ways, the way you sought his warmth and touch. The signs had been unmistakable the second time and they were just as clear now to him.

“I’ve had a hunch.” Trent cooed gently, his voice low and full of understanding but then flashed a heartbreakingly beautiful smile. He turned to look at you fully, his eyes searching yours. There was a knowing smile on his face, soft and reassuring. Your cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and a little embarrassment. You felt your heart race, a familiar blend of anticipation and tenderness filling you. Trent squeezed your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“Well… and your hunch is…” You smiled at him with a twinkle in your eye. You laughed softly, your head dipping slightly in mock bashfulness. You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his neck, your breath warm against his skin.

“Nah, come on Y/N, did you take a test or not. Don’t play with me. Are we having another baby?” Trent’s smile widened, his heart beating a little faster at your words. Your lips curled into a smile, tears filling your eyes as you nodded. You’d taken a test because of a hunch of your own the other day and were still trying to think of a cute way to tell Trent till now but he figured it out on his own. You could feel that he knew. He did. It wasn’t all that dramatic for him to find out this way, but it was romantic in the way that he knew you so well. He loved knowing you that well, how close you two were, how even after all these years, the spark between you never dimmed. He loved you. He turned his head slightly, catching your lips with his in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth between you grew, the connection deepening with every shared breath. In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the game on the screen or the world outside the cinema. It was just you two about to embark on another adventure, wrapped up in each other, planning your future and cherishing the present. You felt a swell of happiness as you realized, once again, how truly blessed you were to have Trent by your side. “I love you, Y/N. More than anything in the whole world. I’ll never be able to understand what I did to deserve you but I promise I will never take what you or our…” He paused for a moment, beginning to smile. “Three babies for granted.” Trent whispered as the kiss broke, Trent rested his forehead against yours in the soft darkness. You smiled, eyes shining with tears of joy. You sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, dreaming of your next baby and the little life growing inside you, knowing that no matter where life took you, you would always have each other.

“Dada? What doing?” Your moment of sheer bliss and emotion was sliced in half by the voice cutting through the room, one of your dogs trailing behind the little boy eager to find Trent.

“My favorite things, mate.” Trent smiled seeing Theo come stand in front of you two. He looked so innocent. You just wanted to reach over and squish him. Eat his chubby little cheeks. He pulled at the sleeves of his Essentials hoodie covering his hands, making sweater paws like Trent did. Theo wanted to be just like him and he tried but what was funny, was that when he wasn’t trying, he was probably the most successful. Theo swayed thinking for a moment. You figured you’d just let them have their conversation, staring at the other version of themselves.

“Like whats?” Theo asked as he moved to awkwardly try to get onto the seat. His tiny hands gripping the cushion with all his might. His chubby cheeks puffed up in concentration as he huffed a tiny breath, his brows furrowing in a serious effort. He lifted one leg high, almost too high for his own balance, and placed a wobbly foot on the edge of the couch. For a moment, he teetered on the brink of toppling over but managed to steady himself with a comical sway. With a grunt of exertion, he pushed himself up, his other leg dangling off the side as if unsure whether to follow.

“Watching footie, having a cuddle with mummy.” Trent told Theo extending his arm out to help drag him up. Theo kicked a few times, trying to find some leverage, and finally, with a burst of clumsy enthusiasm, he flopped his whole body onto the couch with Trent’s help.

“Oh… like those too. My favorite too, dada!” A giggle escaped his lips as he landed, face first into the cushions, his legs still hanging off the side. He wriggled and squirmed, using his pudgy little arms to pull himself up further.

“Yeah? C’mere then. Watch with me.” Trent smiled at Theo dragging him towards you and him. Trent loved that Theo loved footie. Watching matches with his son was surreal. They’d sit and talk about the game for hours it felt like. Theo asked all the questions Trent was dying to answer for him.

“And give mama kiss.” Theo tacked on telling Trent that was as equally as important as the game unfolding. Trent hummed, agreeing.

“Is that my Theo?” You cooed gently bringing him into a tight embrace. Theo mumbled a ‘hi mama’ into your warm skin. “My best and prettiest boys.” You cooed kissing Theo’s hair and then another to Trent’s chest.

“Dada like football and mama?” Theo asked Trent wriggling in your hold to pick his little head up to look at his dad with naive innocence.

“Like both but I think mummy just edges it though, huh? What about you?” Trent asked him, running his hand over Theo’s freshly braided hair.

“Yeah huh.” Theo giggled squirming to get Trent’s hand off him sillily. “Like mama more but like footie toos.” Your little boy confirmed. Trent confirmed his statement once again with a quiet ‘agreed.’ He smiled looking at Theo knowing he was a mummy’s boy and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Teddy girl, where are you, baby?” You called out into the room trying to see where she was after assuming she would’ve tailed Theo into the room. “Thank you, baby for picking me over footie. I know you love footie.” You whispered, kissing Theo’s cheek as he moved to wrap his little arms around your neck with a nod.

“Daddy! Guess what!!” Teddy was quick to run into the room with information for Trent after hearing your call, her eyes sparkling with happiness. She jumped on the sofa and immediately squished herself against him. Her face lit up with a big, joyful smile. She clambered further onto his lap, wrapping her small arms around his neck and nestling her head against his chest. Trent looked down at her, his heart melting at her affectionate gesture. He wrapped his arms around her little body, holding her close as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. Teddy giggled softly, feeling safe and cherished in her daddy’s arms. She looked up at him with pure love. You had no idea what she had to say but you were excited to hear whatever it may be.

You were due soon. Boy number two, baby number three on the way. This pregnancy had been calm, almost chill. This had been different from the start. With your first two, you had experienced so many ups and downs—morning sickness, restless nights, constant fatigue and of course the chaos that followed in postpartum. But this time around, everything felt smoother, almost serene. The little life growing inside you seemed to bring a calm that you had never felt before, and you embraced it with open arms. This little baby was your peace. Trent noticed it too. He had been worried when you first found out, remembering how challenging your previous pregnancies had been. But every day, he saw the peacefulness in your eyes, the gentle glow of your skin, and the ease with which you moved. It was as if this baby had come with a promise of tranquility, a soft breeze in your otherwise bustling life. You had once worried about how you would manage it all—raising two energetic children while carrying a third—but you soon discovered that you had more help than you could have ever imagined. Teddy and Theo were a dream. They seemed to sense the change in their mum and had grown into their roles as big sister and brother with an almost surprising maturity. Teddy, always the little helper, would sit next to you, her small hands patting your belly with gentle care. You would smile, her heart swelling with love. You softly would brush Teddy’s hair back and kiss her. You were so grateful for her sweet nature and her ability to fall into her big sister role with ease. Theo, on the other hand, had become even more of a cuddle bug. He would climb onto your lap, nuzzling into you, content just to be close. He was still his silly, curious self, but he seemed to understand that things were a bit different now, and he was more than happy to be part of this new chapter. On one afternoon of the many days that had now blurred together as you were sitting on the sofa, Theo wiggled his way under your arm, pressing his face against your belly.

“Baby is in there. I cuddle, too.” Theo muffled, in his adorable, innocent voice. You laughed softly, your heart nearly bursting with joy at how naturally your babies had adjusted to the idea of a sibling. Teddy was particularly thrilled she was still going to be the only girl when she should out it was another boy. Very adamant that you and her were the only ‘Alszander Arnal girls’ as she would say.

“Yeah, sweetheart, baby is in mummy’s tummy. He’s so lucky to have a big brother like you.” You kissed the top of Theo’s head. “You’ll be a little brother and a big brother like how daddy is. You’re just like daddy, huh?” You cooed gently. Theo was gassed anytime he was told he was like Trent so he beamed hearing a new way he could be like him more so. Trent smiled looking on from the otherside of the couch with Teddy. He often found himself watching your family with a mixture of awe and gratitude. He was relieved and thankful that this pregnancy was going smoothly, but more than that, he was overwhelmed by the love and support that surrounded you. He’d never seen you happier or more at peace, and it was all thanks to the little family you’d built together. He got up from the couch plopping Teddy on the ground. He walked into the out of the room quickly and then returned back to you. Trent sat down beside you, wrapping one arm around you. His smile was warm and full of love as he handed you a box.

“For mummy and our newest baby.” He said softly, his eyes sparkling with joy. Before you could even start opening it, Teddy quickly climbed up onto the sofa alongside Theo, both of their little hands reaching out.

“Mama! Need helps with daddy’s present?” Teddy asked you, her eyes wide with excitement, while Theo nodded enthusiastically with her, liking the idea of getting to open a present whether or not it was for them or not. You couldn’t resist their enthusiasm.

“Course, you can help me.” You laughed, handing the soft orange Hermès box in your lap over to them. They eagerly opened the lid with the kind of frenzied energy only children could muster, tissue paper flying everywhere. As an Avalon blanket was revealed, their faces quickly turned from excitement to confusion.

“A blankie, mama?” Theo asked, clearly underwhelmed and confused. Teddy leaned over to get a better look inside and frowned slightly, not quite understanding it either. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at their innocence.

“Yeah, it’s a really special blankie.” Trent explained gently followed by a chuckle, rubbing Theo's back with his condolences that it wasn't a more interesting gift in their opinion. “It’s not just any blankie though, lad. Daddy has given one of these extra special blankets to mummy every time we’ve had a little baby. One for Ted, one for Tees, and now one for our new baby so mummy can have a cozy cuddle with each of you.” Trent explained with a warm smile, his voice tender as he pulled Theo into his lap for said cuddle. Trent looked at the soft, luxurious cashmere fabric inside the box. The blanket was exquisite, as it always was, each time. The beautiful, soft cream color of baby number three’s was embroidered with your surname once again. It wasn’t just the blanket itself that made your heart swell; it was the tradition behind it, the thoughtfulness of Trent in keeping up this gesture for each child.

“Yeah, they're so special to mummy. I love these so much because I have one for each of my babies.” You cooed, kissing Teddy and Theo’s heads. “My little Baby Alexander-Arnolds.” Your voice quivered, getting emotional. As you gently lifted the blanket out of the box, you couldn’t hold back the tears that began to well up in your eyes. The reality of this new life growing inside you, the love Trent showed in his own unique way, and the excitement of sharing this tradition with your children — it was all so overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Mama, tays?” Teddy asked worried after she noticed your tears first, looking up at you, concerned. Her small hand reaching out to touch your arm, scooting towards you on the seat. You nodded, sniffling through the tears.

“Yeah, my Teddy bear. Thank you for asking. This is just so special to mummy. You Theo and daddy just make me really really happy that’s all.” You cooed softly struggling to get words out. Trent leaned in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into a gentle embrace.

“You’re everything to us, baby.” He tucked his face into the nape of your neck and whispered just to you, kissing your warm skin. Theo clumsily attempted to push Trent off your body to get to you. Trent laughed and let him move him.

“I like blankie if make mama happy.” Theo softly explained adorably. Theo wrapped his arms around you best he could, still not quite understanding the gift but wanting anything to would make his mummy happy. He laid his head onto you with the intention to nuzzle impossibly further into you.

“I like blankie too, mama. I like happy mama and I like um… our family.” Teddy told you, looking between you and Trent. Her sweet remark eliciting a real cry. You were so emotional and pregnant, you couldn’t help it. Trent breathily and sympathetically laughed at how sweet the past thirty minutes had been. He pulled you into his embrace once more, reaching out his arm to drag Teddy along as well. You held the blanket close to your chest, you let out a soft laugh amidst your tears, feeling the warmth of your family around you. As you nestled closer to Trent, you realized just how precious these moments were — how they formed the fabric of your family, much like the blanket that would soon wrap your newest child in love.

“Thank you, baby for everything you do for our family. You’re amazing, you know that?” Trent softly kissed your temple. His voice filled with love. “We love mummy so much, yeah?” Trent spoke out into the room. Teddy and Theo noddingtheir confirmation. You leaned into Trent, a content smile on your lips.

“No, thank you. I couldn’t do it without you, T. I was really nervous at first, but now... it’s like everything is just falling into place.” You rested your head onto his shoulder. Trent kissed the top of your head, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief, gratitude, and happiness. As you sat on the couch, comfortably cradling your baby bump, he held you close, you watched Teddy and Theo move to go create some sort of game to play together on the carpet. This pregnancy was a gift, a calm amid the storm, and you couldn’t have felt more blessed. Your family was your greatest treasure, and you knew, no matter what. The future looked bright, and you were ready to embrace every moment of it.

The closer you go to the end of the pregnancy the atmosphere in the house grew more expectant and filled with excitement. Winnie had come to visit, eager to help out and spend time with your family, her family. She loved her niece and nephew, and couldn’t wait to meet the next addition. Tonight, she found herself curled up on the couch with Teddy, who was nestled in her arms. The soft glow of a living room lamp cast a warm light over them. Teddy’s sleepy eyes were fixed on a bedtime story Winnie was helping her read. George had just come over as well. He had stopped by to check on you and catch up with Trent but it was clear that Winnie’s presence was a pleasant surprise for him so he stuck around offering to help out. Theo welcomed his stay with open arms, squeals and giggles. George had always harbored feelings for Winnie, but he had kept them to himself, especially after hearing about her breakup about a year ago from Jadon. It wasn’t messy or bad per se, they just didn’t work. Winnie was finding she wanted more, Jadon had known he wanted less, no one wanted to compromise. Ultimately it might've been maybe more of a physically driven connection that lasted longer than they each expected but it was meant to end. George typically didn’t press about things but he genuinely cared for Winnie. Seeing her now, so close and yet so distant, stirred something in him. Later that evening, you and Trent had gone out to enjoy a quiet dinner together before your baby's arrival, thankful you could leave George and Winnie in charge of putting Teddy and Theo to bed. The house fell into a serene quietness once they had. With Teddy and Theo tucked in and the night settled, George and Winnie found themselves alone in the living room, the silence between them both comforting and charged with unspoken emotions. George leaned back in his chair, watching Winnie with a soft smile instead of the TV.

“So, I haven’t had a chance to ask but how are you really doing, Win? I know it’s been a while since the breakup, but… you know, those things take time.” George asked Winnie gently, his voice low and sincere. He wanted to know, genuinely. Winnie sighed, her gaze drifting down to her hands in her lap a little embarrassed. She was well aware that George probably knew more about her breakup than she would have liked via you and Trent.

“I’m doing okay, I guess. It’s honestly fine. It really is. It was meant to end. It’s just… I’m finding out I’m not so great at being alone. You know when you get out of a relationship and you just are sitting on a sofa and are thinking to yourself now what…” Winnie explained examining her manicure to not make eye contact but she flashed her eyes up to George to see if he did know what she was talking about. He did not. “Of course, you don’t.” Winnie laughed. “I’m just saying I miss a cuddle, you know? The intimacy of it all. But I’m learning to be okay with it. With it just being me.” Winnie softly admitted with a hint of sadness. You growing into a family of five and Winnie recently single really stung a lot. She felt it every time she entered her one bedroom apartment, she felt it everytime you facetimed her with Teddy and Theo. George’s heart tightened at her words. He had always admired her free spirit and independence, but he also knew how much she valued connection and affection. He wasn’t sure if Winnie even knew how much she needed that.

“I know you don’t need anyone but if you ever need a cuddle, I’m here.” He sheepishly told her with sincerity. “Just as a friend, you know.” He clarified his offer hoping it wasn’t something Winnie would be taken back by. George sweetly looked at her. He meant it harmlessly, genuinely not trying to make a move. Winnie looked at him, surprised by his offer but not shocked by his kindness. Without thinking too much about it, she scooted closer to him on the sofa, allowing herself to lean into his side. George wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her gently, dragging her in closer. The warmth of his body against hers was comforting, and for a moment, they simply sat there in silence, enjoying the closeness. But as the seconds ticked by, something shifted. Winnie turned her head slightly, her eyes locking onto George’s. In that moment, caught in the tenderness of his gaze and the safety of his embrace, she felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss him. She leaned in, her lips brushing his softly. George pulled back, a look of surprise and conflict on his face. He gently held her shoulders, creating a bit of space between them.

“Win, I’m sorry. You know I like you, I do. So much. I just can’t be a momentary comfort for you. Not for you. Please. Don’t do this to me.” George haphazardly spoke to her. He was soft but firm, his voice filled with emotion “You know I like you, Winnie.” He repeated to make it clear this wasn’t a rejection because he wasn’t interested. He was saying no because he was too interested. Winnie’s heart ached at his words, the realization of his deep feelings settling heavily in the room. She hadn’t meant to hurt him with her kiss; she just got caught up in the moment.

“George, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. It’s just…” Winnie sighed, embarrassed. It was a rarity that she ever got rejected but this hurt a lot because she knew George liked her and it occurred to her that she had always liked him but purposely chose a more dangerous option time and time again. He didn’t need to say he did because if she was really honest with herself she’d known since she met him. “You know I’ve always found you attractive though. That wasn’t intended to be a momentary comfort. I guess I didn’t know how to handle things before. I thought I wanted something else, but I was wrong. I know that now. I was just… I needed to mature, to understand what I really want in a man. And…sorry this is stupid.” Winnie paused, turning her head away from him feeling something she rarely felt, fear. George kept his eyes on her though. He reached out and cupped her cheek, turning her face back to him. Winnie took a deep breath. “I want you, George.” Winnie’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke. She was earnest, eyes wide with emotion. George’s breath hitched, his eyes searching hers for sincerity. He had hoped for this moment for so long but never imagined it would happen this way. He could see the honesty in her expression, the vulnerability she was showing. His grip on her softened, his fingers brushing her skin gently.

“Win..” George cautioned her. Of course, they had good chemistry but he didn’t want to mess things up. Not now. They were friends. “You're not just saying that or… just missing what you had?” His voice was full of hope but uncertainty. Winnie shook her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“No, G. I mean it. I’ve realized that what I thought I wanted isn’t what I need. I want someone who truly cares about me, who’s kind, smart, and patient… but hot….someone like you.” She shyly smiled. George tried his absolute hardest not to grin at the complement. “I just was being ignorant before, and I’m sorry it took me so long. I don’t expect you to do anything. I don’t know. Now you know but I definitely understand why you..” Winnie tried to keep explaining that she accepted the rejection but George cut her off before she could go on.

“Shhh. Just shhh, Win.” George felt his heart swell with hope, a slow smile spreading across his face, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers before letting their lips collide eliciting a feeling neither of them expected. “I just want to be there for you, however you need.” George muttered trying to make sure they weren’t making a massive mistake before their lips drew together creating the perfect rhythm.

“You. That’s all I need.” Winnie whispered as her lips pulled off his as they curled into a smile, her hands moving to cup his face gently. The room had gone dark besides the glare of the tv on them. Their gaze on eachother was heated. Winnie’s eyes went even darker than room, lids gone heavy. This is what she was good at. She was confident now. Soon they were breathless in a makeout that was the best thing either had felt in a long while. This hook up had feelings behind it. Winnie moved from his lips and began kissing down him. George’s head fell back onto the sofa cushion. He’d thought about this alot. Winnie smirked, relishing in the sounds she was able to draw from someone who was normally so composed. When you and Trent got home unbeknownst to you things were heating up further in your living room. You went upstairs right away when you arrived back to check on Teddy and Theo. Trent on the other hand walked into quite the scene. He suddenly stopped when he heard George groan as Winnie gagged. Trent’s eyes widened and he spun on his heel immediately changing directions, running to find you. He literally almost physically ran into you on the stairs torn between the excitement and shock of his discovery.

“Is George like that?!” You asked Trent through a giggle as you both sat on your staircase after Trent relayed what he heard; George with a commanding ‘just like that’ had shocked you both. George was just so unassuming it caught you out. You stayed there not wanting to interrupt them but you also didn’t go upstairs yet. You were close enough to know what was going on but not close enough to gross yourself out and hear too much.

“I don’t know! I’ve never like heard him, baby.” Trent looked at you like you were crazy for thinking Trent would know that type of information but then fell into a laugh when you started to giggle. You hid your face in Trent’s neck blushing at the entire situation. “I feel like low key Winnie’s always held a torch and well we knew George did.” Trent kept talking and you agreed with both sentiments. As much as Winnie loved to say she wanted a bad boy, someone who liked to party, you knew Winnie preferred to be the wild one in a relationship and come home to someone to take care of her. After 20 minutes of you and Trent giggling, you got bored and just wanted to go upstairs and get up to your own antics. After an hour or so Trent received a text message from George asking if he could crash at the house. Trent laughed knowing what the incentive behind the text was but he played it off naively with a ‘course, mate.’ Needless to say George and Winnie were about to have themselves a good night in a guest room on your first floor.

Late into that night or really it was well into the morning you stood in the dim kitchen, rummaging through the walk in pantry with a growing frustration. Your pregnancy cravings had been all over the place lately- craving crisps one minute, ice cream the next, and on some days, the distinct taste of Percy Pigs or the following day it’d be pepperoni. Tonight, your stomach growled with a hunger that couldn't quite be pinned down, making you even more restless. As you fumbled around in the dark, you heard soft footsteps behind you. The overhead kitchen light flicked on, casting a warm glow over the room. You turned to see Trent standing there, a soft sleepy smile playing on his lips.

"Number three keeping you up, pretty girl?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep. His eyes were gentle, full of that mix of concern and amusement he often had when he caught you in the midst of your midnight cravings. You gave a sheepish shrug, half-smiling.

"I'm just... I don't know what I want," you admitted with a frown, still scanning the shelves as if the answer might suddenly appear in front of you. "I thought maybe some crisps, or maybe something sweet, but now I just... I'm not sure." You sighed. Trent chuckled softly and walked over to you, his bare feet padding quietly on the kitchen floor till her got to you wrapping his arms around you and gently swaying you back and forth in front of him. He let you go after a kiss to your cheek to go get himself a drink of water.

"Well, tell me what you fancy, and I'll help you find it." He offered. "Or I could go out and grab something for you." His offer was sincere, but you could see the sleepy haze still clinging to his features. You turned about to say no when you watched Trent as he stretched his arms above his head, a lazy, broad stretch that made the muscles in his chest and arms flex. Your gaze followed the movement, catching sight of his toned abs contracting and the waistband of his shorts dipping just low enough to reveal that tantalizing V shape that always drove you wild. Your mouth watered instantly, but not for anything in the pantry. A completely different craving took over, one that had nothing to do with food. You felt a sudden, undeniable pull toward him, your body reacting instinctively to the sight of him standing there, half-asleep yet effortlessly sexy. "Actually..." you dragged out the words, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper as you turned to face him fully. "I think I've just figured out exactly what I want." You cooed with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Trent's sleepy smile turned into a knowing grin as he caught the change in your tone and that look in your eyes.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, stepping back to you, his voice low and teasing. "And what might that be, beautiful?" He gave you a devastatingly handsome smirk. You reached out, fingers grazing his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch.

"You," you said simply, letting your hand trail down his torso, fingers dancing over the firm lines of his stomach. Trent's grin widened, his eyes darkening with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"Well, I can help you satisfy that craving.," he murmured, stepping even closer until his body was almost flush against yours. He dipped his head down, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. You melted into him, your craving for food completely forgotten as you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.Trent's hands moved to your waist, pulling you against him, his grip firm and possessive. His mouth moved against yours with a hunger that matched your own, and you couldn't help but moan softly into the kiss. His lips left yours and traveled to your neck, planting soft, teasing kisses along your skin. "You know, baby." He murmured between kisses. "If you keep waking me up like this, we're going to have to invest in some midnight snacks of a different kind." Trent whispered. You laughed softly, but the sound quickly turned into a sigh of pleasure as his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, fingers tracing the curve of your back. When you groaned, his heart leapt in his throat while simultaneously his dick hardened in his shorts.

"Maybe I just have a taste for you, Trent Alexander-Arnold." You whispered, tugging him closer.Trent pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes filled with that familiar spark of playful mischief.

"Then let's make sure Trent Alexander-Arnold’s wife is satisfied." He said, his voice low and teasing, sending another thrill through your body. His hands glided over the curve of your ass. He lifted you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, his mouth finding yours again in a deep, hungry kiss. As his hands began to explore your body with a slow, deliberate intensity, you knew that this was one craving that wouldn't go unsatisfied tonight. “Can you be a good girl and be quiet f’me?” He cooed as he pulled out a chair at your kitchen island to take a seat in front of you. You nodded as he pulled your legs apart as you sat on the marble countertop. You slid one foot down the cold surface spreading your legs further apart for him “Did I ever tell you how fucking much I love our kitchen.” Trent spoke quietly, not looking at the kitchen at all. He moved to place a feather light kiss onto your ankle working them up your leg, purposefully skipping over where you wanted him most, continuing down your other leg. Subconsciously, your thighs widened more for him. You whined desperate for him but very aware that he was not going to let you close your legs now. You complained about his playful kisses, feeling a deep desire building within you, heat radiating to your core as your arousal intensified and your clit began to pulse. The gentle brush of his stubble against your bare skin was utterly sensual. “Such a good girl f’me always so wet, baby.” His eyes lit looking at your glistening pussy. He was quick to place his thumb over your clit, rubbing it gentle circles keeping his eyes locked on you. Trent wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled your core to his face. He dragged his middle and index fingers through your folds and then dragging his tongue in his wake making your head drop back. He moved his perfect plump lips to focus on your clit as he gently slid his index finger into your warm, wetness, groaning at how turned on you were. You stifled a moan as the feeling of just one of his fingers inside you ignited your desire. His tongue danced around your clit, teasing and licking the area, deliberately steering clear of the exact spot you craved his mouth the most. You tried to arch your hips off the cold countertop beneath you desperate to find more fiction. Trent grunting attempting to reprimand you as his arm laid across your hips holding you down. He knew you were growing impatient. He added another finger, and then another, moving and furling in and out of your throbbing pussy. He flattened his tongue against your clit.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You groan and tried to stifle your words. Trent tried to shush you but couldn’t help his laughter just vibrating against you only amplifying your pleasure. You inhaled sharply. You knew he was holding back on you because when he got into it an you weren’t trying to muffles the sounds of his impromptu late night kitchen eats from Winnie and George from hearing, he could ravish you like you were his favorite meal. His lips sucked on your bud and parted your folds with his tongue, the tip frantically teasing you mercilessly, circling as his finger pumped in and out, hitting the spot he knew would have you reeling and moaning your name. “T… I can’t! Oh my god.” You whined but Trent was quick to try to lessen the noise he was evoking from you. His arm across your hips moved to bring his hand up to your mouth, seamlessly and sexily. When his lips closed around your clit, sucking on it, you became a begging mess.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He muffled into you smug as can be.Trent loved to find himself in between your thighs, lapping his tongue through your folds. Hearing and feeling you falling apart on his tongue was the best trophy he could ever win. You were clenching uncontrollably around his fingers as his sucked on your clit with just enough pressure. “Cum f’me, baby. Cum now.” He demanded quietly as you felt your thighs begin to quiver. In low warm lights sprawled from Trent in your quiet kitchen your back arched as you fell into an earth shattering orgasm courtesy of the man who would always take care of you. You twitched as he dragged out your high. The risk of being caught out fucking in your kitchen at god knows what hour of the morning had you feeling unreal. He moved from sucking at your sensitive throbbing clit before he dragged his tongue back through your folds lewdly slurping the slick from your pussy. He kept his fingers thrusting inside of you, going a little slower as he worked kisses up your body. His lips on your neck, the slick on your skin and post orgasmic feeling sending a shiver down your spine.

“Can you give me one more?” Trent asked you, desperate for more of you and you weren’t going to be the one to deprive him of that. Hell, he had come all the way downstairs to help with your midnight snack. You were ready for him to fuck you on this counter so you could wipe it down after and happily hand him his breakfast on it tomorrow. He gently laid you back against the marble. He kissed your jawline up before bringing you into a passionate kiss. You sat up on your forearms as he cupped your face.

“Fuck me, T, please,” you begged, sounding some how even more desperate then before. His cock twitched hearing your voice. You blinked up at Trent with doe eyes after your orgasm continued to linger. He pulled his hard cock out stroking it and teasingly dragging the tip through your folds as he pulled you into another steamy kiss. You whined, unable to wait any longer. He lifted your hips a little for him to push into you both of you gasping in a breath. He slid his hand up your body up to your exposed tits. Trent's eyes glazed over seeing your tits bounce as you laid back for him as you whined out. His big hands slid up your body coming to play with your hard nipples. You hiccuped a little as he picked up the pace, hitting deeper, drilling into both of you fighting your hardest to bite back the moans you were dying to let out.

“God, I fucking love you, baby, so much.” He was able to get out a strained whisper, feeling the warm pulsations as he eased in and out of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, dragging your heels down his muscular back. Your body was being rocked against the surface beneath you when Trent slipped his fingers into your mouth. Flustered by his pace you gaged around them, drooling, sucking desperately before he dragged them down to rub perfect circles on your clit.

“You’re gonnna make me cum. Please T. Just like that. Please baby.” You begged him as the knot in your stomach tightened just before it snapped. You clenched tighter around his throbbing cock. He took his fingers off your clit as he leaned forward to kiss you.

��Yeah? I make you feel so good, huh? You love cumming on my cock, beautiful. Look so good cumming for me. I’m gonna fucking cum, hmm?” You nodded desperately. His cock twitching deep inside you seconds before he came, painting your insides, filling you up. “I know, baby, I know,” he mumbled, silencing you with a kiss. You whimpered at his words, your walls clenching around him as if your body understood what he wanted as he voiced it.Your eyes squeezed closed, a whimpered moan accidentally escaping you lips. You knew it was just as hard for him to stay quiet too. Honestly, this was as quiet as you two probably could get, so it was impressive that you both had to manage to pull it off.

The kitchen then was filled with quiet, post-craving giggles as you and Trent tried to compose yourselves. Your bodies were still pressed close together, both of you breathless and flushed from your late-night adventure. Every time you made eye contact, another wave of laughter threatened to spill out, and you had to bite your lip to stifle it. Trent pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Shhh,” you whispered, your shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “We’ve got to be quiet, or Winnie and George will hear us.” Trent chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your cheek.

“You’re the one who couldn’t keep quiet,” he teased, his voice a low murmur. He pulled you even closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, comforting embrace. “But I’m not complaining,” he added, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Stop! You made it hard to be quiet.,” you replied, your smile widening as you leaned into his warmth. Despite your teasing words, there was nothing but love in your voice. You swayed gently in his arms, moving in a slow, lazy rhythm as if you were still caught in the afterglow of your midnight rendezvous. You exchanged a few whispered “I love you’s,” each one filled with the depth of your affection and the quiet joy of this stolen moment together.Eventually, Trent helped you off the counter, his hands lingering on your waist as you both reluctantly pulled away.

“Come on,” he whispered, giving you a soft, playful nudge. “We should get back to bed. You need rest after all that” He cheekily told you. You nodded, still grinning as you slipped your hand into his, letting him guide you back to your bedroom. The two of you tiptoed down the hall, stifling giggles every step of the way, feeling like mischievous teenagers sneaking around in your own home. The next morning, the house was filled with the comforting smell of breakfast. You were at the stove, humming softly to yourself as you flipped pancakes, a content smile on your lips. You were ready to tease Winnie about her own evening, eager to see her reaction. Trent sat at the kitchen table, entertaining Teddy and Theo with stories while they waited for their food. Just as you were about to make a cheeky comment, Winnie strolled into the kitchen, George trailing behind her. She stretched her arms above her head with an exaggerated yawn and then dramatically dropped them, smirking at Teddy and Theo.

“Did mummy and daddy wake anyone else up last night?” she asked, her tone teasing. Teddy’s eyes went wide with curiosity, and Theo, ever the observant one, scrunched his nose in confusion.

“Wake ups?” Teddy echoed, looking between you and Trent. “Whys? What doing last night?” She asked slightly worried she had potentially missed out on something. You felt your cheeks heat up instantly, a burst of laughter escaping you.

“Winnie!” you exclaimed, trying to sound scolding, but failing miserably as you started to laugh. Trent chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up from the table. He walked over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. Winnie just grinned, clearly enjoying herself. She winked, making her way over to the table to sit down.

“Nothing, cute girl. Did you sleep okay?” Winnie cooed, dragging Teddy into her lap who nodded her answer. George laughed. As you served breakfast, you couldn’t help but shoot a playful glare in Winnie’s direction, but the smile on your face never wavered. It was just another morning filled with love, laughter, and a little bit of teasing—exactly the way you liked it.

Another night came, this one without Winnie and George. It had passed Teddy and Theo’s bedtime, it was approaching yours. The house was finally quiet. The kids were asleep in their rooms, the soft hum of the baby monitor the only sound breaking the silence. You and Trent were getting into bed, the glow of two bedside lamps casting a warm light over you both. It was one of those rare moments of calm where you could just be together, without the usual chaos of family life. Trent had been quiet for a while, his arm around you as you leaned into his side, your head resting against his shoulder as you scrolled on your phone. You could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body grounding you. He turned slightly, and you felt him shift so he could look at you more directly, you hadn’t noticed that he had been staring at you the whole time. There was something in his eyes—an intensity, a depth of emotion—that made your heart skip a beat.

“YN, I need to tell you something.” Trent softly muttered out. His voice filled with emotion. Trent had been watching you closely all evening, his eyes filled with a tenderness that was impossible to miss. He took a deep breath, his hand finding yours beneath the blanket, and gently squeezed. You turned to face him, your heart suddenly aware of the seriousness in his tone.

You looked at him, a little puzzled but intrigued, sensing the depth in his tone. Trent took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words. “I just… I don’t think I tell you enough how much you mean to me. Every single day, I watch you with our kids, the way you care for them, love them, teach them… and I’m just in awe. You’ve given me this beautiful family, a life I didn’t even know I could or wanted to have.” His words struck a chord deep within you, and you felt your throat tighten with emotion. Trent reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender. “Lately, I’ve been thinking back to when we first started this whole thing… this relationship. I was so nervous, so unsure of not how much I loved you but if I was good enough for you. But you… you bought in. You took a chance on me, and it changed my life. You changed my life, YN.” Trent’s voice broke slightly. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. He squeezed your hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “I don’t know where I’d be without you. I don’t even want to think about it. Because with you… with our kids… I have everything. I have a home, a family, a love that’s deeper than anything I ever imagined. And it’s all because of you. You make me a better man, a better father. I’m so thankful, every single day, that you’re mine.” The tears spilled over, and you couldn’t help but smile through them, overwhelmed by the depth of his love. He shifted closer, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he gathered his thoughts. His eyes were misty, his voice carrying a mix of admiration and concern. "Just thank you, baby for trying so hard to persevere. I know it hasn't been easy, dealing with everything you've gone through... your struggles. I can't imagine how hard it's been for you, but I just want you to know how proud I am of you." He cooed gently. You felt a lump form in your throat, the sincerity of his words hitting you deep. Trent reached out, cupping your cheek with his hand, his gaze unwavering and filled with love. "All I could ever want is for you to see yourself the way I see you. I wish you could see the way our babies look at you, baby. The way their faces light up when they see the most beautiful mummy in the whole world. They adore you, YN. They see you as this stunning, loving, strong woman who means everything to them… just like I do."

“T…” You whimpered, unable to get anything else out. You weren't prepared for this monologue. Tears were streaming down your face at this point. His words wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace. Trent's own eyes were glistening, his emotions raw and open.

"God, I love you so much. Sometimes I still can’t believe how lucky I got, meeting you by chance in New York. How you kept talking to me, even though I was just some lad from across the ocean. I can’t believe you took a chance on me, on us. That you flew all the way to England just to visit me... it feels like a dream sometimes.” Trent babbled with a trembling voice. Frankly you always thought it was more insane he gave you the chance so your pouty lips curled a little bit of smile. He paused, his voice catching in his throat as he struggled to find the words. You could see the depth of his feelings in his eyes, the love and gratitude that overflowed from him. "I’m so incredibly grateful for you, YN. For everything you’ve done, everything you are. You’re the strongest person I know, and I just… I want you to see that. I want you to feel that. Because you are everything to me, to them. Everything." He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he took a shaky breath. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, his words lingering in the air between you.

"Trent, I… I love you too. So much. More than I can even say." Tears continued to stream down your face. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close as the tears fell freely. Trent held you tightly, his embrace firm and full of love. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, steady and reassuring.

“I will always, always take care of you and our family. You have my heart forever, baby. I’m here and I’m yours and they’re ours. Always” Trent whispered against your hair. In his arms, you felt a sense of peace, a calm that only his presence could bring. You knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you had each other. And that was more than enough.

“T, I… I don’t even know what to say. You’ve given me so much. You gave me a life I actually wanted. You are my best friend, my confidant, my partner in everything. I love you so much.” You hiccuped through the words as he pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours as he closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

“I love you more than anything in this world, YN. More than words could ever say. Thank you for everything. For being the mother of our children, for being my partner, my best friend. For being you.” He whispered, echoing you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be—loved deeply and completely by the man who meant everything to you.

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miya-rin · 2 years ago

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“oh cmon, you’re telling me you haven’t thought about dating me at least once?”

not again. “no atsumu, you dont think i have known you too long to not have realised how you act? i hate to say it but you just aren’t my type.” you’re lying. you have had a crush on him since your last year of middle school, however, miya atsumu may possibly have one of the most annoying personalities you have ever had the misfortune of coming across. for the past month he has taken pleasure in flirting with you to elicit a reaction and so far it hasn’t worked.

so far.

today you decided it was the perfect time to fluster him, i mean it would only be fair to flirt back with him after he has been trying to get your attention for so long, right?

“wow yn you’re going to break my heart, i get i can be a bit much but you don’t find me handsome at all?” the shit eating grin on his face somehow makes him look even more attractive, it highlights the warmth in his cheeks and brings out very faint crow’s feet that just look gorgeous on him. he’s making it way to hard now, you have to flirt with him.

“i mean you are very attractive atsumu, only an idiot would be dumb enough to lie about that.” you’re strategic with your moves, you have seen the way he reacts with his fans so you know the best ways to make him blush. simply placing your hand flat on his chest and staring at his lips for a few seconds is enough to give him a rosy complexion.

“you have such a pretty face, especially when you’re blushing, god i could look at your for hours,” oh he is red now, the plan is working. you start to run your hands down his abs very faintly, he can barely feel the touch of your fingers but he knows its there, he so badly wants to see where his stomach connects with you, but he cant seem to pull his eyes away from yours. “and don’t get me started on your voice, or that amazing body of yours.”

if he were to actually listen to what you are saying he would hear the very obvious sarcasm placed right in front of him, but right now he’s too busy trying to restrain himself from grabbing both sides of your face and kissing you in front of all his teammates. he feels your feather light touches start to ghost up to his head where your fingers make home in his yellow blonde hair, slightly scratching at his scalp in a way you know has him itching for more.

“yn…” he breathes out, he doesn’t really know what he would even say to you, but before he can even think of a sentence you’re starting again.

“and your hair, i love it, the way it compliments your eyes so perfectly, and how soft it is. i think—” your words are cut off by the ringing of the msby jackals gym bell, telling the team its time for a break from practice.

“oh, sorry tsumu,” removing your hand from his hair, he looks sort of disappointed, its cute to say the least. “i have to go help coach foster get the next activity ready.”

and so atsumu is left there completely stunned, a little sweaty and very red, although he claims its just from the intense practice. the only thing he can think to do is grab his phone and open the team groupchat to confess his dying love for their manager.

miya atsumu

holy shit guys

you’ll never guess what just happened

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nathanbatemanfucker · 8 months ago

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The Dead Horse

summary: santi brings you back to reality.

pairing: fem!black!reader x santi garcia

contents: angst & fluff— happy ending, canon typical violence, blood, gore, ptsd, depression, feelings of hopelessness, friends to lovers, kissing

wc: 2,419

an: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now bc of nerves, but always wanted to write Santi with a black love interest. planning to dip my toe into that pool more in the future 🥰

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You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here like this. It could be minutes, hours, even days. In these four walls beneath the shower’s spray, there is nothing that matters. Not even you, not anymore. And while you’re usually the first to be cheery, to tell each of the guys that the work they do— the work you all do together— doesn’t compromise the goodness you see in their hearts, you’re having a hard time believing that right now.

Not with what you’d done. It was to survive, and while you’ve come to terms with how scary you could be in the past you thought it stayed there.

In the past.

Tonight had proven to you that you could always access that piece of you. That terrifying piece that was a killing machine. The emphasis doesn’t lie in efficiency, but in ruthlessness. You had shown no mercy, the switch for empathy and compassion turned off as soon as your hindbrain decided that it was fight or flight. Dormantly thirsty, lurking in the shadows waiting for its time, it chose to fight. But you had gone a step too far—like always— because of your lack of control.

You were messy, enjoying the cutting of thick flesh, the warmth of the blood as it sprayed you. The copper smell, so familiar and embarrassingly comforting, though you didn’t have the mind to think that now, not when you were exposing the pink underbelly of a corpse.

Santi’s been pacing the hallway since you all made it back to the safe house. He’d tried to chat you up on the way home with no success. You wouldn’t meet his eye, and when he drew nearer to catch your gaze it was empty. It chilled his blood. He wasn’t sure of what exactly happened in that room you’d gotten ambushed in but he’d seen the aftermath. Recalling the image of standing over one too many dead bodies, a gleam in your eye had made his stomach curl. He’d smoothed his hand over your knee and left it at that, trying his best to banish all the red and pink and white.

It’s been an hour since you’d stumbled into the bathroom. He can hear the shower still going when he puts his ear to the door and sighs, a mix of frustrated and concerned. He’s not sure what to do– he’s never had to take care of you before. He’s always been grateful for that given all the fondness he has for you bubbling just beneath. Any acknowledgement could jeopardize too much– missions, the dynamic of the team, and most importantly your friendship.

“You alright in there?” He calls softly through the door.

He’s met with silence. He rolls his neck, cursing beneath his breath as his mind goes back and forth, trying to decide what to do.

“Just go in there and check on her,” Frankie says from behind him, causing the other man to flinch. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You alright?”

“I’m fine,” Santi assures Frankie, leaning against the wall to face the man. He nods at the door. “She could be naked.”

Frankie snorts, shrugging. “She’s seen all of us at least half naked and well, Benny—“

Santi quickly cuts him off, trying to keep the sour jealousy out of his voice. He knows that there’s nothing going on between you and Benny, that Benny is as much of a flirt as he is but sillier and less concerned with his image. “But we haven’t seen her. I don’t— I’m a dog but I’m a respectful one.”

“If she’s gonna get help from anybody on this it’d be you. She trusts you man.”

Santi looks at him like he’s grown two heads but feels a little warm, “She trusts all of us, kind of a prerequisite of living and working with a group of men.”

“It's different with you. You should hear the way she talks about you when you’re not around.”

Santi almost lets himself think about it. Almost lets himself dream a little. Almost.

“Or see the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. Like a lost fucking puppy,” Benny pipes in, breezing down through the hallway between the two of them.

“Don’t sound so concerned, Benjamin,” Santi calls after the man, mouth quirking into a grin.

“Don’t look so smug, Santiago,” Frankie teases.

“I’m not smug,” He denies. He decides to go in, okay with being kicked out by you if it means that Frankie will be gone, done poking and prodding at what the man must know is his heart.

“Good luck.”

Santi murmurs a quiet thanks before slowly entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He stands, frozen in place for several moments as he digests the sight of you. It's heartbreaking. His chest goes tight, and he curses softly again. What could he do for you? He’d do anything, but he’s just not sure what. He feels helpless seeing you like this. He could burn this entire city, burn anyone who would look at you wrong. Hell, he’d burn the entire world if it meant some warmth would come back into your eyes.

You’re curled up, your arms resting atop your knees, head resting to stare forward. Your curly hair that usually frames your face is completely soaked like the rest of you, flat and sticking to your face in various places. He knows that your eyes are unseeing, that you’re so incredibly removed from yourself because you make no indication that he’s stepped into the room.

“I’m gonna come sit beside you, okay? That’s it. No words,” Despite his words he stays where he is for a handful of seconds, hoping to get some sort of answer from you. You don’t speak a word, don’t utter or sound or so much as look in his direction. But you do shift slowly, making more room for him underneath the water.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” He grits out, drawing close enough to you that your shoulders rest flush against each other.

He gazes over at you, noticing the way the water glimmers on your brown skin. The way its collected on your dark eyelashes. If these were different circumstances maybe for just a handful of seconds he’d let himself get lost in your beauty. But then you acknowledge him– sort of. You hum softly and the leaning of your head on his shoulder. It's a good sign and he relaxes beside you.

“Do you want me to shut it off?” He asks gently, reaching out to take your hands into his. Your fingers are cold as ice, and he rubs at them in a futile attempt to generate some heat.

“No, please. No,” You beg hoarsely, suddenly springing to life. You grip at his hands desperately, eyes wide with panic as you finally meet his gaze.

“Alright, hush, cariño, I’ve got you. C’mere, baby,” He shushes you, pulling you into his arms and flush against him.

At little more present in the moment, you feel the chill registering. You curl up, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. There’s still some warmth in his skin and you press into it, letting the sound of his steady breath lull you back into a dissociative state.

Santi holds you for an undetermined amount of time. He runs his hands up your back, over the crown of your hair, feeling the difference of how your curls feel when wet. His hand drifts to your chin, and he leans away, tipping your head up.

“Honey, you’ve gotta talk to me,” He whispers.

Your dark eyes have a little more life to them, but that’s only amplified the sadness they hold. “Santi, I can’t. I can’t. Don’t make me, please.”

“I have to, you can’t stay like this. We’ve got to get it out in the open.”

“Like you do?” You challenge– your voice distinctly unkind, harder than he’s ever heard it before. His brow furrows and guilt blossoms inside of you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. This just fucking sucks, Santiago. Its all wrong again.”

“Tell me what’s wrong and we’ll fix it.”

“There’s no way we can fix it. I’m just broken. I’ll always be haunted by her. She’ll always be here, waiting for an opportunity for that.”

“You preach that shit to me and the guys. Day in and day out. Every mission, and you don’t believe it?”

“I do— I did. I believe it for you. For them. You’re good people, Santi. Good men, all of you. You take care of me.”

“You take care of us, honey. Fish hangs on your every word. Will too. Benny is well— Benjamin.”

“And you?”

He shrugs, “You know I gave into this a long time ago. Before we even met. No other way for me to be.”

“Do you believe me?”

“I try to. I want to. There are parts of me too that I don’t like. I want them gone. I rip them up and bury them but they always come back to haunt me. I don’t think that means I’m not trying to be better, but it means I’ll never be the man I want to be.”

You frown at him, concerned, “Santi—“

“It’s okay. I accepted that after the first tour. Sometimes you gotta let the horse be dead.”

“Do you think my horse is dead?”

There’s no room for his ego, no room for hiding when he hears the blatant fear in your question.

He rests his head back against the wall, murmuring, “I think you’re the sweetest thing this earth has to offer.”

“You think so?”

“Bouncing around with your curls, and your sweet little smile. Kicking Benny’s ass with grace while you’ve got a cake in the oven. You should see yourself with Frankie’s little girl.”

“Seems like you watch me a lot,” You suggest softly.

“I watch you all the time,” He admits, but there’s no shame in his voice. In fact you can see resolve in his eyes, and possessiveness. A chill runs down your spine and it’s not from the water. Santi mistakes it for that anyway. “Let me turn this off for us?”

He’s still asking. Still checking in with you though there’s much more light in your eyes.

“Yeah, okay.”

Santi leans up and turns off the shower, letting out a sigh of relief. He runs his hands over your wet curls, pushing them away from your forehead. His thumbs swipe your cold cheeks, brushing away some of the water droplets.

Without that steady sound of the shower, sheets cascading down on you, you both are feeling a little more exposed.

“I came in here to make sure you were alright, not spill my fucking guts. I just had to take care of you,” He says, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant.

“You can always take it back,” You say teasingly, though most of you expect him to bite at your offer.

He’s said much more in these last few minutes than he ever has to you— Santi’s a sweet guy under all his charm, but he never lets you see below the surface. Not until now, when letting you in seemed like the only way to get you out.

It takes more effort than he expects to pull himself away from you. He leans back against the shower wall, nimble fingers lacing together in his lap. “And lose you?”

“You could never lose me, Santi,” You murmur, reaching out to grab one of his hands.

Your eyes roam him, a little in disbelief at what’s happening right now. But yes, it is Santiago Garcia sitting next to you. With his dark brown eyes, his sharp jaw dappled with stubble, his salt and pepper hair looking much darker and curlier than usual due to the water.

“Yeah?” Santi asks, eyes glued to where yours sits atop his. He traces slowly over the sight of you two linked together, admiring how soft and rich your skin looks even after sitting in a shower for so long.

He’s a goner isn’t he?

“Yeah.”

There are butterflies in his stomach. Butterflies, sweat slicking his palms despite the fact that he’s soaked through his clothes and down to the bone. He realizes in this moment that he’s not just a goner. No— he loves you. He knew that he was harboring some kind of feelings for you, but when your eyes meet his— earnest and tender— he can only think one thing: I love you.

His eyes hungrily drop to your full mouth, and another shiver runs down your spine. “Let me kiss you.”

You nod, squeezing his hand that’s still in yours.

“I need to hear you say it. You have to say it for me, so I can believe it.”

“I want you to kiss me, Santiago. Please.”

He’s on you then. All over you. His hands move quickly, guiding you back into his lap before one loops around your torso and holds you close. The other cups your jaw, angling it back so that he can press his mouth to yours. You’re breathless before the space between you is closed, chest heaving at how sure and firm his hands are. He kisses you. Kisses and kisses you, like his life depends on it. Like you’re lost and the only thing that will guide you home is his insistent tongue.

Your hands slip and slide against the fabric of his wet shirt before you give up, raising them to tentatively cup his face so that you can have leverage.

“That’s it honey, kiss me back. Take what you want to. Whatever you need,” He encourages between kisses.

Take you do. You squirm in his lap until he lets you shift and straddle him. It had started with him leading you, consuming you but now it’s your turn to surround him. Santi gives in, sighing into your mouth as your tongue goes on the hunt for his. You kiss him. Kiss him and kiss him until your mouth aches. When you pull away his is flushed pink, newly wet. You run your thumb over his lips before wiping your own mouth.

He looks up at you like hang the moon. His eyes are soft and hazy, pink mouth pulling up into a smirk. There’s the Santi you know. The Santi you love. But even now, he’s softer and sweeter, gathering you close again.

“What do you need now, sweetheart? What can I do to make it better?”

“You.”

“I’m yours.”

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secret relationship c.s

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pairings: carlos sainz x f!reader

warnings: angry toto (??).. none other really

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Giggles left my lips as another pair traveled down wanting to hear them on repeat. I could feel my stomach turn as it suddenly felt tight from the lack of personal space. My hands were wrapped around his neck interlocked with his hair strands, wishing this could last the entire day but knowing this should stop.

“Carlos” My lips quiver at the sensation he was leaving, footsteps passed by the locked door before I heard a conversation being made outside. Biting my lips quite harshly not to be heard left an indent later on. I could feel his lips twitch between a smile and what felt like a smirk as he traveled only downwards toward the collarbone. The conversation faltered and with that rose my heavy breaths suppressing a whine that leaked through my vocal cords.

“Your race starts in only an hour. We should really not do this” My whisper was barely audible as it took everything in me to not let out sounds. His face tore from my neck as he looked down at me with a small smile.

“Promise you’ll be here afterward?” his voice sounded a bit more pleading than usual as the corners of my lips curved upwards as I nodded. My heart still pounded as he closed the already nonexistent gap, placing a soft, sensual kiss. He left the storage room, taking a quick glance before leaving me in there for a couple of minutes checking it was safe enough for me to exit.

Me and Carlos have been secretly dating for the past 3 months but lately have been more careless the past week because our confidence in keeping this a hush situation had risen over time where we now have secessions in storage rooms.

I left the room and spotted my dad, the team principal of Mercedes spot me as he visibly relaxed seeing that I was okay, and stopped the search party. He was very protective of me since I turned 18 and decided to introduce myself to the drivers over time.

“Where have you been?” his tone sounded impatient as he paced to me before we both started walking towards the Mercedes garage. “I almost had to ask them to delay the race”

“Why would you do that?” I rolled my eyes but knowing that would be impossible. “I had to go to the restroom”

“Nearly 10 minutes?” his eyes narrowed as they met mine and before I could make up a terrible lie, one of the crew members working with him pulled him aside as I sat on the chairs next to his where the monitors laid for surveillance. My eyes gravitated towards the red-blaring car as my dad sat down beside me, putting on his headset and pushing his glasses upwards.

The lights, one by one showed before they all went off and the race began. I was silently praying for Carlos to get a podium standing knowing how stressed he had been over the season. Max had been leading and my shoulders tensed the more I leaned toward the monitor. Every time Carlos’ car would appear on the screen, my eyes would stay glued to the screen and finally blink at the next driver. I didn’t notice but my dad who sat next to me did, noticing a pattern.

“Thought you weren’t into the races?” he whispered moving a side of the headset behind his ears. I gave him a confused look even though he was very much correct. No matter how hard he tried to get me into racing myself, I refused and focused on my studies instead.

“Is it such a terrible thing to cheer for my dads' team?” I gave an innocent smile but he didn’t seem to be convinced.

“Right. Even though you keep only looking at the monitor when Carlos comes on screen” he pointed out and my smile twitched downwards thinking this would be when I would get caught. After only a month, I would be the one to ruin it. Here I was thinking it would be him and his clinginess, instead, it was my inability to lie when it came to my dad. His eyebrow lifted the longer I stood silent.

“Me and Carlos are just close friends, nothing more I swear” I really regret those words because he seemed to believe them for the moment, or at least tried. He only gave me a nod and went back to analyzing the race.

The race had ended and Carlos had achieved P2, right behind Max. I felt my own heart leap, feeling overall proud of him. George achieved P3 while Hamilton was P4 and the entire team congratulated each other making sure to give a small congratulations to the driver after interviews and celebrations.

“Need a ride?” my dad offered but I shook my head making up an excuse that I left some things in the garage. I instead went to the Ferrari garage patiently waiting for Carlos. I soon spotted him walking towards me with a smile making sure no one was around before lightly kissing me.

“Congrats,” I said once, deteriorating from his touch. He thanked me and we walked out of the stadium, heading towards his car. If I had known that people spotted us entitling his car from afar, taking pictures as proof I would've driven with my dad. Like I said, careless.

“Planning to head to the after-party?” I asked even if I already knew he was unlikely to go, spending every moment he could with me in the comfort of a bed. His grip tightened on a sharp turn before he shook his head, landing his gaze on me. The way his eyes reflected the lights on the street made me want to stare at them forever, almost like stars.

“Have to celebrate with you” His soft smile made my heart leap like it was our first date all over again. I could only smile back feeling my cheeks warm up thankful for the most part it was dimmed.

We got to the hotel and walked together to the side entrance trying our best not to be noticed. We successfully got into the elevator and went to where my room was. What I spotted next made me stop in my tracks.

My dad was leaning against the door staring (more like glaring) at us who were now holding pinkies. My hand quickly dropped and I could feel my own heart drop before speeding up.

“Dad-“

“Not another word. I saw the pictures. I can’t believe I almost believed you when you said you two were just friends” He scoffed at his own actions, looking away for just a second.

“Sir I-“

“You can not have a word in this. You have-“

“Dad, you can not to him or me that way. I love you, but you have to understand that I have to make my decisions and live my own life. Stop trying to keep me hidden, whether you like it or not. I am in a relationship with Carlos. I am sorry you had to find out without me telling you, trust me when I say that I wanted to tell you myself” He stood quiet for a moment, looking between the two of us as I stood closer.

“Y/n I gave you a simple rule” His stare softened at my pleading eyes. “But, it’s already happened, and while I am not a fan of how I found out. I can’t do anything but accept it”

“Thank you,” I said giving him a hug to which he tightly wrapped his arms around me giving me a small kiss on my head. We let go of each other and the two of them gave each other a nod before he left. I shrugged “That wasn’t that hard”

“I need a drink of water”

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madlittlecriminal · 6 months ago

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[05] Secret Ingredient⥓ Mafia!Miguel O'Hara × Female!Baker!Reader

Warnings: miles makes another appearance because i said so, miguel being a bit possessive, carmen is an oc, my spanish is a mix of Mexican & Puerto Rican spanish (it's a warning because the dialogue here is the spanish i use with my mom), the english translations are rough since it is me translating them, mention of dana, mention of choking on water

do i know how many parts will be in this series? no. not yet. you are all going with the flow with me lol. we're in this together

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The glare that Miles was currently receiving made the boy chuckle nervously.

"So you went there, saw her with another man and said 'I'm not going to get desserts for the team'? Is that what really went through your mind?"

Miles gulps with nod. "You said you always wanted updates on her, so I came running back. I'm sorry."

While Miguel had a sweet tooth, he wasn't angry at the teen intern.

He nods, dismissing Miles while staring at his monitor, his leg bouncing as he takes a deep breath. He didn't care who that man was that was with you, but he wanted to throw him across the room.

Woah.

He shakes his head and gets up, going to the window and looking down at the city to calm himself down. Why was he getting so worked up? You were a free woman! Free to do what you wanted, be with who you wanted. It was your life, your choice to make.

But fuck, did he want you to want him.

Okay, maybe he's a bit obsessed and possessive over you. He's going to have to work on that, but in his defense, you made him feel things he's never felt before.

First woman to make him shy, first woman he's wanted all to himself.

"Me estas volviendo loco, muñeca." (You're driving me crazy, doll/doll face.)

He runs a hand through his hair before buttoning his blazer and leaving his office, deciding to get some actual food and not sweets.

His stomach agreed with a growl, Miguel mumbling for it to 'shut up' as he walks out of the building and heads to a nearby food truck.

"¿Ahora quieres comida, Miguelito? Y yo aquí pensando que nunca ibas a venir a visitarme para tan si quiera una platica como siempre." (Now you want food, Miguelito? And here I was thinking you'd never come to visit me to at least have a chat like always.)

"Discúlpame, Carmen. Te prometo, voy a venir mas seguido." (Forgive me, Carmen. I promise, I'll come more often.)

"Ya pasaron dos semanas que te vi, muchachito. No me mientes." (Two weeks have passed since I saw you, young man. Don't lie to me.)

Miguel pulls his pinky out, making Carmen laugh and hooking her pinky with his.

"Por lo menos una vez a la semana." (At least once a week.)

Miguel nods. "Una vez a la semana." (Once a week.)

She smiles before unhooking her pinky from hers.

"¿Quieres lo de siempre?" (Want the usual?)

Miguel nods and watches as Carmen gathers what she needs before pulling out his phone to check his email.

Then he heard it.

Your laugh.

He looked up and around, but didn't see you.

Was he that hungry that he was imaging it?

No.

He walked behind the food truck to see you across the street with the man he assumed Miles mentioned.

'Breathe.'

He took a deep breath before exhaling slowly as he shut his eyes.

Miguel had to calm down. You two weren't anything! If that was your boyfriend, it was fine!

Right?

He headed back to wait for his food, hoping you didn't see him.

"Miguel!"

His eyes widen before his head practically snapped from how hard he turned it to face Lyla running towards him.

'Please tell me by some miracle she didn't hear that.' Miguel thought to himself.

"Oh snap! Hey (Y/N)!"

'Are you fucking kidding me?!' To say Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole was an understatement. Could he chill at the bottom of the Grand Canyon? He made a mental note to look up a ticket when he had the chance.

"¿Miguelito? ¿Estas bien?" (Miguelito? Are you okay?)

He nods at Carmen's question.

She poked her head out a bit and chuckled.

"Si estabas con ella en los últimos dos semanas, no te preocupes." She teased. (If you were with her these past two weeks, don't worry.)

Miguel's cheeks burned red. "¡Carmen!"

She snorts before laughing and shaking her head before going back to cooking. "Te quiero, Miguelito." (I love you, Miguelito.)

"You haven't been here in two weeks." Lyla says, nearly out of breath.

"Carmen gave me piece, I don't need yours. Can I know why you came running in your heels?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.

"That meeting for uh...later? Yeah, they actually want to do it now."

Miguel raised a brow before he saw you standing three feet away with the man.

"Did they say why?"

"Because they have another option."

He furrowed his brows.

"What's the other option?"

"You're not gonna like it."

Carmen handed him his food, he gave her a quick thank you and turned back to Lyla.

"Don't worry about me not liking it or not. What's the other option." He demanded, no longer asking.

Lyla took a deep breath. "They have the option to work with a new family, so they're thinking about helping them out instead of getting help from you."

Miguel snorted before opening his water. "How the hell does that make sense?"

"The meeting is to convince you to join them so the new family can join you."

"Who's the new family?" He asks before drinking his water.

"D'Angelo's. As in Dana D'Angelo."

Miguel choked on his water.

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Living Weapon Whumpee part 23

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, recovery whump, reluctant alliance, rejection by peers, preparing for war

"...Truce," Whumpee echoed. For now, his mind added.

Whumpee spent the rest of the day deeply lost in thought, quiet and uninterested in anything. Even when Max invited him to sit at the same table during dinner, which he did do, but would usually be far more excited about it. Because someone wanted him to be there. It was everything he could ever hope for.

Jake didn't show up for any of the other activities, resting and recovering instead.

Once the whole team was heading to the sleeping quarters for the night, Flint appeared, pulling Whumpee aside.

"Sir?" Whumpee frowned worriedly.

Flint's eyes were cold and curious as they met his. "I wanted to check in and see how things were going after yesterday's drama," he said quietly. "Has there been any more trouble from anyone?"

"No, sir," Whunpee answered, posture stiff and straight. Like the trained fighter he was. "But... permission to ask a question?"

Flint chuckled with a small smile. "You don't need to ask permission anymore, Whumpee. I'm rather informal with how I expect my men to speak to me."

Whumpee shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Did you... do all that to Jake?" He blurted. He was having a hard time believing it, despite what Jake himself had claimed.

Flint's face fell into seriousness, a hint of guilt dwelling there. He debated if he should hide the truth, unsure how he would react and if it would drive him away. "Yes, I did," he answered, deciding not to lie. Honesty would be best, he reasoned. Weapon had been lied to most of his life, and to create loyalty, he needed a strong foundation of respect.

Whumpee merely nodded, expression unreadable.

"I shamefully admit, I did get carried away with it," Flint added slowly. "I shouldn't have taken it as far as I did. I was in a terrible mood, and took it out on someone who didn't deserve it, despite Jake's crime. It was unprofessional of me to lose control like that -- it doesn't happen often."

Now that Whumpee could believe. Flint was cold and calculating, ever-composed, so the fact that he'd let emotion influence his actions would presumably be rare. Another truth.

"...Did something bad happen?" He asked, voice low to avoid being overheard.

Flint blinked in surprise, but there was a grim sort of grief in his gaze. "Yes. I sent a team out yesterday morning before your quarrel with Jake to scout out the area around the coordinates you gave me to Leader's base, to observe and report back so I could plan an attack." He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples with his forefinger.

"But... they never came back. So I sent two men to cautiously search for them. They returned with the news that the whole team was dead, died in a violent and cruel manner. Torn to bloody ribbons and with a hundred bullet wounds. Sounds like the enemy spotted them and attacked before they could retreat."

Whumpee was horrified, stomach churning with nausea. Ironic, since he himself had killed without remorse countless times, and had the stomach for it. But... his victims had always died swiftly and painlessly. Flint's recon team had been shredded. It was unnecessary. That's what shocked him most.

"So, as you can imagine, I was... upset to hear about it," Flint continued. "And then having to deal with Jake shortly after... it pushed me over the edge."

Whumpee understood. "Are you planning to attack Leader's base directly?"

"Depends. Tomorrow I'm calling the team together for a meeting to discuss the next course of action, now that you're relatively settled in with them. I'm hoping you can give us some valuable intel on weak points, places of entry... anything to give us an edge to infiltrate Leader's base and take down Leader's second-in-command. And then... we can plan on your first mission with your new team, Whumpee." With that, Flint left him to join the others as they got into their beds.

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Parallels: Chapter 2

Miguel O'Hara x Spider!FemReader

No use of y/n

Rating: Explict

Word Count: 3490

Summary: You both try to to talk things over and goes about as well as expected.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Male receiving), Tension, Miguel working out in sweats (That deserves a warning, shut up)

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Chapter 2

Training Session

“You release, like, pheromones, right?”

Jess chokes on her coffee at the question.“Jesus, warn a girl!” she coughs into her elbow.

“Sorry.” you hand her a few napkins as a pitiful peace offering. You both had two missions scheduled for today and decided to meet up in the lunchroom for a quick coffee and catch up.

You feel a little bad for bringing it up so abruptly, but to be honest you weren’t sure how else you could have possibly said it. Probably a million other ways.

She’d once mentioned this particular odd little power some time when you first joined. It was just some joke in passing but in light of new developments in your own powers, you were suddenly interested.

“I call it a Spider-Aura.” she clarifies with a laugh/ cough, “Please call it a Spider-Aura.”

“Okay, sorry. Spider-Aura. What’s it do?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Why do you want to know?”

It’d been two weeks since your last… interaction with Miguel. You hadn’t even been to the citadel since then. You're not sure if you were dreading coming back or praying for it. You’d been mulling over your feelings about it the entire time. O’Hara occupied an unreasonable portion of your daily thoughts at this point. You just wanted answers, and he was the only person to get them from.

But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t try get answers elsewhere. Jess was the best you had.

“I can’t be curious about my co-workers?” you answer Jess. It’s not entirely a lie.

“Pfft, curious. Sure.” She chuckles, taking a small sip of her latte, “It’s not something I use much. Only comes in handy every once in a while with interrogations and such.”

“Oh, interrogations,” You lean forward with a smile to lighten the mood, “Sounds intimate.”

“Shut up,” She playfully kicks you under the table, “It can relax people. Makes them… trust me more. People are more willing to talk when they think you're a friend. When they think they’ll get something from you out of it. It works on everyone. Human and super-human alike.”

You're intrigued, “Can you turn it on and off?”

“No. It’s always masked over. A formula of my own design.”

“I always wondered why you smelled like fresh lilac with a hint of chem-lab.”

“Spider-Woman, now available from Burberry,” Jess joked back, “What’s this really about?”

“New villain back home,” you quickly lied, feeling a pit of guilt drop in your stomach, “I just feel… off around him. Asking around to see if anyone else has dealt with the same.” Well, the last part wasn’t entirely a lie.

“Mmm,” she hums, taking another sip. You’re not entirely sure she buys it. “Is he hot? Are you irresistibly attracted to him? ‘Cause that’s part of it. Having pheromones, and all.”

It’s your turn to choke on your cheap coffee. It’s only fair.

“Oh my god, you are!” she points an accusing finger, “You’re falling for a villain!”

“NO!” You feel your cheeks heating, “He’s my new arch nemesis for all I know!”

“Sure, nemesis,” she clicks her tongue with a smug smile, “Your nemesis you can’t stop thinking about screwing. I’m gonna have to report you if it goes that far.”

“JESSICA!”

Like a gift from the heavens, both your watches go off. You’d never been so happy to receive a mission alert. The team is leaving in 2 minutes. You both chuck the last of your coffee and take off down the tower.

“Don’t think I’ll drop this!” Jess shouts at you, that stuck-up smile still painted on her face. You only roll your eyes in response. You’re not sure if her info helped or not, but it was at least something. Pheromones that influence the others around you. It was a possibility.

God, if she only knew.

Mostly you're just irritated with how right she was, even if she didn’t know who she was talking about— You couldn’t stop thinking about fucking Miguel O’Hara.

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The spider tower had so many luxuries you never knew you were missing in your life. The main one everyone seemed to appreciate most were the training facilities. Not just a gym, but an entire wing specifically designed with spider training in mind.

Various surfaces for crawling, absurdly large weights, a ridiculous gymnastics area— they thought of it all.

After years of teaching yourself how to do this job under the judging gaze of New York City, you took advantage. You could always improve, and now you could do it amongst your people instead of having hundreds of pedestrians recording you for Twitter.

That was another luxury of Spider Society. Just being out of the eye of the public but still openly being a spider person. That was the real gift Miguel created. You were all here to do good and save the world, sure, but now you did it together.

Taking on the role of the spider always came with a set of unsaid rules. One of which was ‘It’s all depending on you, so you have to do it yourself.’ More of an unhealthy mindset than a rule but it was still a conclusion most of you had come to in your journey. With great power and all that jazz.

Another unsaid rule was relationships. Some spider’s seemed to live happy lives and make it work, but for the most part, you were all solo acts. You learned that one early too.

People that get close, get hurt. Everyone’s at risk so you have to keep everyone at arms length to keep them safe. That bullshit lone wolf story every hero has. It’s cliche and stupid, but it’s completely true.

You had countless losses in your life. Countless tragedy. They made you who you are. It was, unfortunately, another part of the job and something you all grappled with.

But again…not alone. Not anymore.

Your missions this morning were practically open and closed. Quick and easy villain grabs and you were back by lunch. Thankfully, Jess had some other projects to check up on, so she couldn’t drill you on your conversation this morning. With any luck, she’ll have forgotten about it by the next mission.

You decide to head into the training area before heading home, wanting to get in some strength and web training. Part of being Spider-Woman was giving a good aerial show, and your show could use some work. You loved being a performer on top of a superhero, what can you say? Just, yet another, part of the job— a slightly more fun part.

The floor of the massive facility was dedicated to equipment, obstacles, and sparing rings, and the hundreds of feet of open space above was for swinging. To an average person, the space would make absolutely no sense. Weight machines with hundreds of pounds as the minimum, random pillars and walkways shooting around at every diagonal— fucking basketball courts on walls. For all of you, it was a playground.

The swinging traffic seemed low for once, so you decide to start with that.

When you were a teenager, your older sister tried to get you into running. She was a cross-country star. The walls of her room were full of countless medals and trophies. She was beautiful, confident, popular— everything you weren’t in high school. Still, she never shamed you for it. She was your best friend, through and through. Being your best friend, she saw what your lack of confidence did to your morale. Running was her happy place, and she wanted you to join it.

You fucking hated it. A certain spider incident hadn’t changed your life forever at that point, and you weren’t remotely athletic. Even the easiest of physical tasks were taxing. Still, you tried for her. She was sharing something she loved with you— and you loved her. You wanted to make her proud.

“It's just so peaceful,” she would tell you, “I feel untouchable. Like I can do anything.”

You later learned she was describing a runner's high. She made a hobby out of constantly chasing that feeling, but you never caught up to her.

It wasn’t until years later you felt something close to what she was describing— when you were web-swinging.

It was the thing that came the easiest to you when you started. Every movement came so naturally. It was instinctual— like this is what you were always meant to do. The rushing air, the heart-pounding drops, and swoops. This was your runner's high. Your peaceful place. No one could take that away from you.

Almost no one.

Midswing, your new, most hated, sense hit you like a fucking freight train. Miguel was here. You catch yourself on the closest wall, at least 3 stories above the training floor. Your eyes quickly scan the gym. You eventually spot his broad frame walking towards the gymnastics area— dressed in fucking grey sweatpants? You notice his head darting ever so slightly from side to side as he walks.

He was looking for you too.

You quickly crawl behind a nearby pillar, hiding from his line of sight. You really didn’t wanna do this right now. Your workout was ruined. You should just cut your losses and go home while you can. There’s plenty to do in your dimension. You’ve got so much to do— you should really go do whatever the fuck it was instead.

You follow him to a corner of the gymnastics area, watching the spider people part in front of his path like a sea. They weren’t afraid of him, he wasn’t some authoritarian leader. But he was deeply respected. He was loved for what he built here— For what he was doing. Trying to hold the fabric of reality together is rather respectable, you guess.

With how proudly he carried himself, he never seemed egotistical about it all. He never asked for different treatment. You were all clearly equal here. Hell, he was casually walking into the public gym in fucking sweatpants and a teeshirt. He trained with all of you. He ate with all of you. He fought with all of you. He was no different from any other spider. At least that’s how he wanted to be seen, you think.

He decides to start with the high bar. He leaps up and starts a routine, effortlessly balancing his weight through some, obviously, very practiced movements. If your shared spider sense was distracting him, he didn’t show it. His face remained placid and focused— It freaked you out a little bit, honestly.

He ends the routine landing on a handstand you swear he holds for 10 years. Even by spider standards, he was impressive. He had to have gotten those damn shoulders from somewhere. His shirt rides up to his chest and you bite your lip at the sight.

Fucking creep- You scold yourself.

He does a few other perfectly practiced routines in a few other areas. Double rings, tight rope, yoga strength holds— all very lackadaisical things in comparison to the rest of what the spider gym had to offer. Between his sets, you notice he still glances around trying to find you.

It’s like you’re lured in. You lose track of how long you’ve been watching him. Your spider-sense has taken the wheel and you're too fascinated to look away. Like watching a bug under a microscope— A really hunky bug.

He’s about to leave the gymnastics area when he pauses. He looks up, and spots you instantly, his eyes like daggers. He gives a small smirk as if to say ‘So, there you are.’

You give him a small wave back— You're not sure if it’s incredibly stupid or incredibly cocky.

You hold each other's gaze for a beat longer before he nods his head to the side, clearly gesturing to something. You look over to see it was in the direction of the training rooms— the private training rooms. When you look back he’s already heading for one. You’re already crawling towards them before you can stop yourself.

You’d only used the training rooms a handful of times. They were just for practicing hand-to-hand combat and reaction time. Projections of various foes attack you while you fend them off the best you can. Advanced VR, really. But the rooms were dark and small— and soundproof.

He’s standing in the center, back turned, when you you walk in. You lock the door behind you.

“I don’t appreciate being spied on,” He huffs, turning to face you.

“I don’t appreciate you staring me down like a piece of meat since I got here, so consider us even,” You spit back. “And is it really spying if you knew I was there the whole time?”

“Maybe you’re just a really bad spy.” He takes a step toward you.

“I must be a halfway decent spy if I got into the most exclusive strike force club in the whole multiverse. Your bar routine could use some work,” You joke with a small laugh. His face remains sullen. Okay then. “What do you want, O’Hara?”

“I want it to stop. I want you to stop.” He grunts. “Have you tried to just…I don’t know, turn it off?”

“Oh, wow, I never thought of that before.” You say completely monotone.

Wasn’t he supposed to be a super-scientist?

“Well, I don’t know!” He retorts, “You’re doing something.”

“I don’t even know what I’m doing!” you exasperatedly wave your arms, “And apparently neither do you! I thought it was blatantly obvious I’m just as confused as you are!”

He lets out a grunt of frustration, kicking his gym bag into the nearest wall. He pauses for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“When did it start?” he finally asks.

“The first time I saw you.” You answer.

“Me too.” He starts to pace, mumbling to himself. Did he really just invite you in here to watch him think?

“Do you release pheromones?” You blurt before you can stop yourself.

He halts instantly, “Qué?” his expression says it all, really.

“I just… heard it was a thing. Could be something.” You look away, cheeks reddening.

He immediately dismisses you, continuing his pacing. This entire time your spider sense has been building. It was a dull hum in the back of your head on the training floor, but now alone in the same room… it was getting hard to ignore. And you were getting anxious it might become something more— again.

Just the thought of it made your spine tingle. Whatever this was making you feel this way, he simply had to feel it too.

“Why did you do that?” you ask softly. He turns towards you, “In the hallway the other week. Why did you do that?”

His entire demeanor relaxes, dropping his shoulders and face softening. He glances away. Was he… embarrassed? Miguel O’Hara was shy. Who knew?

He hesitated for a moment, “I… I don’t know. I’m sorry. It just—”

“It told you to do it.” You finish for him.

He looks at you in a way you hadn’t seen before, “No. Kinda.” He stammers over his words. “It felt like I needed it. I needed something and I couldn’t… stop.”

You let empty air settle for a moment before taking a step towards him.

“Do you feel it right now?”

The answer is so clearly painted on his face, but you can’t help but feel he’s mirroring you. If you were truly linked somehow, you knew exactly what he was thinking. It’s been building since you entered the room.

You run your hand down his broad chest, settling your grip on his waistband. His breath hitches as you run your fingers between the hem and his taut stomach. You see his cock twitch in his pants. You slowly back him against the closest wall.

Your hand dips under his waistband, gabbing his throbbing cock at the base— your fingers don’t even touch. You drag your hand up his length. He leans his head back with a hiss at the sensation. You hold back a smile at the sight.

“My turn.” You whisper, lowering to your knees. You drag his sweats down his thighs and his cock springs free. Holy shit is all you think. He was massive. With how large of a person he was in general, you should have expected this, but— yeah, holy shit.

You run your tongue along his length, swirling it around the tip. You lap up his single bead of pre cum. His hips shutter and you take him completely.

“Dios…” He sighs breathlessly, grabbing the back of your head. You start bobbing up and down, wetting his whole cock. He’s bigger than anyone you’d had before, admittedly. Somehow that made you enjoy this even more. You always liked a challenge.

You fight back the urge to gag as you take him deeper, his tip already pressing against the back of your throat. You swallow around him and he bucks into you, pushing himself the rest of the way. Your nose tickles the curly black hair at his base.

“There you go,” He moans. You take a deep breath before you start to move again, taking him to the hilt each time, “Eso es, nena.”

Even though you don’t know what he says exactly, it’s obvious they’re words of encouragement— and maybe adoration. It only fuels you to go faster. You feel his grip tighten on the back of your head as you pick up the pace. Good.

The thing about soundproof rooms is that it’s only you there. Not the faintest hum of the outside world or whoever you're sharing the wall with. You’d give anything to have your entire apartment soundproofed. Heightened senses were a curse sometimes. It’s like the dark little room was it on separate universe… just you and him. The only sound is your lewd, wet gagging and his barely audible whimpering.

You could listen to him make those sounds for hours.

How often does he allow himself this kind of pleasure, you wonder. By his reaction so far, you’d say not often at all. Either that or you’re just better at this than you remember. Two things can be true. You’ll make sure it’s good for him.

You reach up to massage his balls, the other working his shaft. Your mouth comes off him with a pop, licking more of his pre cum as you go. You look up at him, his heaving chest nearly obscuring his face. You briefly glance to the side to see new claw marks adorning the wall. He looks down at you, his normally stern face painted over with bliss. You smile and take his length into your mouth again.

You could feel the tingling in the back of your head was subsiding again like it did when you were both in a… similar position 2 weeks ago. It wasn’t quite pleasure but maybe... satisfaction? Like an itch finally being scratched. Doing this to him was making the sense calm down. You’ll think about it later, you decide.

His other hand comes to your head, forcing you to move faster. You eagerly oblige. He mutters a string of what you can only assume are obscenities in Spanish as you move faster and faster. He’s close. He’s so fucking close.

You barely manage to get him fully in your mouth before you feel his balls tighten and ropes of cum paint the back of your throat. You gag it down with enthusiasm, dragging your tongue up to lick his tip clean. You come off him with a heavy sigh, trying to catch your breath.

He’s heaving too, coming down from his pleasurable high. You look at each other, your eyes both saying the same thing. The buzzing stopped, and it feels fucking amazing. He gently runs his hand down the side of your face.

You’d never seen him so… calm before. Those creases in his forehead smoothed out. His eyes were lidded and glossy. You could stay here a little longer.

Too bad you suddenly valued revenge more than sexual gratification at this particular moment.

Ever the one the ruin the moment, you remember how he left you last time. Blissed out your mind with a demolished suit that took 3 days to repair— it’s only fair you give him a full taste of his own medicine.

Behind your back, you press the home button on your watch and a portal opens up behind you. You barely give him enough time to be confused before you grab the waistband of his pants resting at his knees and rip them clean in half through the crotch seam.

You give a smirk and mocking salute before falling back into your portal home. A dazzling mix of confusion and rage marks his previously serine face before the portal closes off.

You don’t recall him wearing his watch to the gym.

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Qué?- What? Dios- God Eso es, nena- That's it, Baby

I'm a dumb fuck that can barely speak English. Please, I beg you, correct me if I got any Spanish wrong.

And Jessica Drew does in fact release spider pheromones that she calls a spider aura. They make people irresistibly drawn to her, though I don't think she uses it all that much. And to be honest I'm not sure they're gonna include it with our new Jessica Drew in the movies. It's kinda... creepy. Right?

#miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #Across the spiderverse

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wrenreid · 2 years ago

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Off Limits

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Part Thirteen

Off limits. He said specifically that she was off limits. Sure, he was talking to Morgan, but it applied to everyone in the room - hell, probably everyone on the continent.

And I kissed her.

Because I’m an idiot.

A doe-eyed-seduced idiot.

Hotch might literally kill me if he finds out. Like she said, she was raised my a man who carries two guns.

He could play it off as a case incident, convince the whole team that it’s the truth.

I’m being paranoid. If there’s one thing Jade is not going to do, it’s tell her dad about what happened.

And she was right. It was just kissing. Of course, it was wrong, but it was just kissing. It’s not like we were sleeping together or even touching like that. It was perfectly PG 13. Not a reason for me to be murdered, and not a reason for me to feel guilty.

But I do. I feel like I’ve just done something awful. I lie in bed, my stomach aching. It’s been an hour since I left Hotch’s apartment. 60 minutes since my lips were on his daughter’s.

My mind races with thoughts that attempt to justify actions. I compile a brief list.

One: alcohol was in my system. Alcohol causes us to do things that we usually wouldn’t, especially kissing.

Now, sure, I only had one drink, and it was hours before the incident, but I’m still adding it to the list.

Two: the door step affect. We were right in front of the door of her apartment. It’s a classic, a cliche move.

Three: we were around people kissing at the party. Seeing them was a psychological trigger that caused me to kiss her. It’s science.

My justification list is short, but I think it’s somewhat valid. These three reasons make me feel slightly less guilty about kissing her.

I also feel guilty for the way I left. It wasn’t the nicest thing to kiss someone then leave because it was wrong. It was hypocritical on my part. But I wasn’t wrong about it being wrong.

I just hope she’s not mad. She was upset, I could tell.

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I’m an idiot. I totally misread the entire situation we’ve had going on, didn’t I?

He doesn’t like me like that. I’m just his boss’s daughter. Like I always have been. He kissed me because… well, I don’t know. Maybe it was the door step affect. Which is totally a real thing. We were at my door, and it was awkwardly silent, and I moved closer so he kissed me… because that’s the thing you do. It’s a total cliche.

Sleep doesn’t come too easily for me, especially since I can still taste him on my lips. He tasted like a mixture of mint and beer, and it actually isn’t a bad combination.

It’s not until at least three hours after he left that I get to sleep.

“When are you headed back?” Dad asks me in the kitchen while he cooks Jack and me breakfast.

I take a small breath. “I’ve actually decided I’m not going back to New York.”

I think Aaron Hotchner nearly had a heart attack at his still youthful, healthy age. “You’re dropping out of college? What about law school? What about you’re future. Jade Brooke Hotchner, you better be joking right now, or so help me-”

“Jesus, Dad, chill out,” I toss my hands up in defense, a slight laugh stifling from me. “I’m not dropping out of school. I’m going online for the rest of the semester. I’ve already talked to the dean and my professors. They understand the toll a death takes on a family.”

“And law school?” He questions, his voice much softer than a moment ago.

“Georgetown has a great law school, and it happens to be only 30 minutes away from home,” I say, a small smile on my face.

My dad ponders all of this information. He sighs, then looks to me with saddened brown eyes. “If this is because of me, I promise I’m okay with you being gone. It’s for your future, Jade. I can take care of everything else.”

“Well, yeah, it’s a little about you. I know it’s easier on you when I’m here. But I also miss you. And I miss the little shit over there,” I motion toward Jack who is coloring aggressively. “And New York’s great, but I like D.C.”

The smile that grows on my father’s face nearly makes me cry. He wraps his arm around me, kissing my head. “God, Jade, you don’t know how happy this makes me. I’ve missed you so much.”

I wipe away a little tear, because he definitely just made me cry. “Ew don’t get all emotional,” I tease, sniffling.

He rolls his eyes and our morning plays out as normal, but I can sense the relief and joy radiating through him.

There’s a knock on the door around noon. Dad and Jack are out on a quest to find lunch to pick up for us, so it’s just me in my pug pajama pants and a cup of coffee.

“Spencer?” I look at him questioningly after opening the door.

“Can we talk?” He asks, playing with his hands.

“About?”

“Jade,” he gives me that sideways-head-tilt look that says ‘You know exactly what I’m talking about.’

I let him in, and we sit on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer admits.

“For kissing me or for leaving abruptly and hypocritically?”

He sighs. “All of the above.”

I dart my eyes in his direction. “State your case.”

“It shouldn’t have happened, and it was wrong, but it was not considerate of me to leave the way I did,” he explains.

I think on his statement and nod. Acceptable. I suppose. “You’re forgiven.”

A small smile creeps up onto his pink lips. The pink lips that were on mine no less than twelve hours ago. Fuck. No not this again.

“Friends again? I mean that’s what we were, right?” Spencer laughs nervously.

“Right, friends,” I nod. “We’re friends.”

“Good,” he smiles, bumping my shoulder with his.

“Good,” I repeat, letting a small smile overtake my lips too.

“I can’t believe I convinced you to go to a party,” I laugh, looking up at him.

“You must be some wizard or something.”

I roll my eyes. “Or maybe I’m just a really good pre-law student.”

His smile grows, and there’s a tugging in my chest.

“Hey, sweetheart,” my dad comes into my room around 2am. I’m falling asleep, but not quite there yet.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, mumbling.

“Yeah. JJ just called me about a case. We have to leave now, it’s urgent,” he tells me.

I rub my eyes. “Oh. Okay.”

“Text me if you or Jack need anything. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dad,” I say.

He and his pre-packed bag leave the apartment quietly. I sigh softly and lay back down.

Before I can fall asleep, I text my dad a “Be safe.” message. And then I text Spencer the same one.

I hardly look at my phone, especially on cases, but I’m glad I do. Jade’s name is written on my screen along with me words, “Be safe.”

Those two simple words, those six letters, draw a smile on my lips. I don’t know why, but her thinking to send me that makes me happy. But we’re friends, so of course she’d want me to be safe. And by the looks of it, she sent her dad the same message.

Yet, the simple text message makes this way-too/early jet ride bearable. My head leans against the window as Hotch goes over the case. We all give our input and pre-mature theories as we wait for landing.

its my 18th bday🥳🥳

happy criminal minds evolution day!!!

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chibiplumbobs · 29 days ago

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Meanwhile in The Hamptons...

Tuesdays and Thursdays were always reserved for ballet lessons after school for Chantel and her friends. After a busy day of studying and other school events, ballet classes were the perfect time for the girls to gossip while engaging in one of their favorite activities.

"My mom told us your sister got her own apartment, and is planning on opening her own yoga studio...is that true?" Patty asked. Like her mother, and the other mothers of our trio, was just as gossipy and always giving the latest in town gossip.

"If the Diamonds are talking about it, then it's true," Chantel answered rather shortly.

"I think it's a cute idea. Different," Reyna added.

Patty continued, "I'm just wondering, don't you think that sets a certain 'reflection' on your family? I mean, I am technically like an heiress being the oldest..." Her words more contradicting then friendly.

"That is a good point," Reyna once again chimed in. "I am too."

Chantel quickly turned, getting into the proper dance position. She was becoming slightly irritated by the conversation. "Well they do say the second time is the best," she shot coldly. "Besides, it doesn't feel too bad knowing you aren't the problem child.

"So you aren't worried about what people might say?" Patty continued on the matter.

Feeling frustrated, Chantel finally snapped, "Patty, this is ballet class, not the gossip panel. Make yourself useful and get into position."

With a huff, Patty said nothing, but did as she was told finding the empty spot next to Reyna who just offered a sympathetic look. It was one thing Chantel had to deal with her sister's actions at home, now she had her friends to deal with as well.

After class, the girls decided to end their afternoon at their favorite boba tea shop. It was one of the more popular spots frequented by the teens of the neighborhood, and their regular hang out.

As the girls enter the shop, they all noticed a familiar face behind the counter. Chantel more interested than the other two, took over from here. "I'll put the orders in while you girls secure our space," she instructed.

Patty looked to Reyna with a devious smirk on her expression, "We know why she wants to go take orders." A light giggle left her mouth as Reyna did the same.

Chantel rolled her eyes and continued to the counter, "Shut up before you both get nothing."

Reyna giggled again will Patty pulled her towards the staircase, "Come on, before the old people try to take over."

There at the counter was Angel. He was Chantel's classmate and also played for the school's soccer team. She'd have a crush on him since their freshman year when he moved from Ciudad Enamorada. It was one of her deepest secrets considering they were from two different sides of social society.

Chantel felt her stomach begin to knot as she made her way up to the counter.

"Chantel, hey!" Angel greeted her with a smile. A smile that made Chantel immediately do the same.

"Oh! Well hello Angel, I didn't know you were working this afternoon". A lie.

"I picked up an extra shift since someone called out," he answered. "Nothing wrong with a few more extra bucks right?"

"Right," Chantel smiled. She felt nervous.

"Let me guess, your usual expresso tea? Extra sweet, almond milk, and caramel drizzle on the inside?" he playfully rambled off.

Blushing, she nodded, "You remembered."

Leaning forward, Angel looked deep into Chantel's eyes, "You're a pretty hard girl to forget."

Again, her stomach knotted. "Is that a bad thing?"

Angel smiled, "It's never a bad thing Chantel..."

The two stared at each other for what seemed like hours when in reality, it was only thirty seconds. The woman in line behind cleared her throat letting the pair know her patience was running thin.

Clearing his throat, Angel began working on the drinks as he continued the conversation, "Are you going to the Fall Ball next week?"

"Of course," Chantel responded. "What kind of silly question is that? My girls and I are on the committee."

"Of course, but you never know. You may have some trip to Tartosa planned instead," he playfully shrugged.

Chantel giggled, she enjoyed his sense of humor. "Nope, you and your new goatee get to see me in all my Fall Ball glory."

"So you did notice the new look!" he smirked.

"I like it," she admitted.

The two got silent for a moment before Angel cleared his throat, "The drinks should be ready in a few. They'll be sent up to your usual spot."

"Thank you Angel," Chantel said with a smile. The knot in her stomach had finally released, and she couldn't wipe that damn smile from her face.

Joining her friends upstairs, Chantel plopped down on the couch and let out a huge sigh as her friends crowded around her.

"So, did you get to talk to your boo?" Patty asked.

Chantel snickered, "He is not my boo!"

"But you want him to be," Reyna teased.

Chantel tossed the throw pillow at her friends and tried once again to contain her smile. Maybe she did want him to be...

Stay tuned for the next chapter coming soon!

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weasvlys · 10 months ago

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My sweet, Pandora.

Paring: Fred Weasley x Pandora Diggory (Fem! OC)

Type: Enemies to lovers, slowburn.

Warning: sexual harassment (?

Masterlist.

Foreword.

Word count: 3190

Tags: @slvdsjjk

Note: I know that in the fourth movie there is no quidditch team because of the Triwizard Tournament, but for plot reasons, we’ll pretend there is ;)

iv. Hogwarts.

A couple of weeks had passed since that attack and the letter to Hogwarts had finally arrived, apparently they would select you home just like the first years, so it would be held at the same time, that terrified you, but not only that, but also having to see Fred Weasley again, and with it, paying your bet, and worse still, he'll see you in a ceremony where you would have to stand in front of the whole school with a ridiculous hat, it was a stupid idea, but still, you resigned yourself, and accepted as absolute, Cedric, for his part, was initially quite happy at the idea of seeing you on that platform, however, upon hearing your opinion, he was reluctant, even capable of starting a riot, it was one of the things you loved about your brother, that he always wanted to help you any way he could.

You finished your bags and went downstairs to meet your father and Cedric in their travel cloaks in front of the fireplace, ready to head to Diagon Alley, you took flu powder and went into the fireplace and in a blink you were inside Quality Quidditch Supplies, since your brother wanted to buy a completely new training equipment, new knee pads, new helmet, etcetera, in your opinion it was an unnecessary expense, but you decided not to comment, until your name was pronounced, "And also for my daughter Pandora, who will also be joining the team" hearing that you were about to protest, until you saw Cedric's scolding look, and you backed up, "You won't screw this up, dad is very excited to see you play since the twins told him about your spectacular performance." Cedric said in a whisper after leading you to a corner of the store, "Well, they shouldn't have, you know very well that-" You said protesting but Cedric interrupted you, "Wanna know something? you play better than most of Hogwarts? Yes, exactly" he said responding to the sentence you didn't finish, you shut up, since you knew perfectly well that Beauxbatons stood out for its quality of teaching offensive Quidditch, so, you thought that it would not be such a bad idea to join the team, if you would already go through the embarrassment of being selected at 17 years old, the shame of losing a game would be wrong., immersed in your thoughts, you felt a soft pat in your shoulder "I know you'll be amazing..." your father's voice said, this was one of the first times when your father was trying to have an active place in your life, apparently, trying to be a father, "just like your mother" he continued, tears where starting to form in Amos's eyes, this was probably one of the first time he'd showed any kind of emotion to you, which makes you feel quite uncomfortable, but relived, at the same time, you didn't say a thing, and he just left.

You were looking at a leather breastplate when suddenly you heard a gruff and deep voice behind you "I don't think it's your size" that made you jump and when you turned you had Fred Weasley so close to you that you could feel his breath, you were blown away for a couple of seconds, but almost immediately, you separated him with your hand on his chest, and walked away, trying to avoid him, "What's happening baby? You're not gonna pay your debt?" He said laughing, in front of your father, "Well hello there, young Weasley" Amos replied, with a jolly smile, and you felt your stomach fell to the ground, "I hope he didn't hear about the debt thing" you thought, "what debt" your father replied,

"No, nothing dad, just something about a bet, but it doesn't matter..." you laughed nervously, trying to pretend nothing was happening, hoping that lie had convinced him, and just when it seemed your father wanted to dig deeper into it, you heard a crowd enter the store and a familiar voice behind you "Amos! What's up, mate?" You turned your gaze and there was Arthur accompanied by his brood of redheads and two browns sticking out and, on this occasion, he was followed by a short, plump and tender lady, equally red-haired, who you guessed was mother Weasley, they approached and greeted in the most affectionate way possible, the lady even gave you a sweet and motherly hug, she had a sweet smell of cinnamon and ginger, "You are more beautiful than your father said" said the lady taking you by the cheeks with both hands, that made you blush, "Call me Molly, dear" she said, "Amos, could we share a word?" Arthur asked your father with a knowing look.

"The ministry will deny it Amos," said Arthur in a whisper, it wasn't your intention to eavesdrop, but you were doing it, you had been surprised how little or almost nothing had been said about the incident at the quidditch world cup, the incident with the dark mark, "You and I know what happened over there, you and I saw the mark..." said Amos, a little elated, "since when has that ever been enough for the ministry?!" Repeated Arthur, "Pandora!" Said Hermione raising her voice, that caught your attention immediately, "Is everything alright?" she asked, it seemed that you had been immersed in that extraneous talk for a while, "Yes- yes of course" you answered, "It's just that since that bet you seem a bit... confused" said Ginny "Oh, believe me, I'm not nervous" you answered laughing "we didn't say you were nervous" repeated hermione, making fun of you.

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"Promise me you will write" said your father to you and your brother, "remember there is no right house to be in" he addressed you, you only replied with a soft laugh "unless it's hufflepuff, then you will be in the right house" said your brother "or gryffindor", said a familiar voice behind you, Fred Weasley's, then, you got on the train, and as soon as the train left, you went seat by seat, but they all seemed to be full, until you found an empty one, all to yourself, you arranged your luggage and sat down, ready to sleep the whole trip, until, "May I, princess?" Said Fred, entering without needing an answer, "well you're already in" you answered without looking at him, "oh come on, are you still upset?" He answered, you just rolled your eyes, "what, beautiful, you won't pay?" He said leaning in front of you, again you could smell his sweet pumpkin candy scent, that melted you intensely, but now, you had the strength not to look at him, and just when you were about to let out a sigh, George entered, "what's up lovebirds? Can I put my stuff in here?" he said, also without waiting for an answer.

A couple of hours had passed, and that embarrassing situation was softened by the presence of Lee Jordan, and his girlfriend Tamil Raj, who was a sweet and funny girl, but determined and tough, qualities that you appreciated intensely, she was in gryffindor house, and seemed to have a somewhat complex relationship with Lee, who was very close to the twins, she had an incomparable love for him, and seemed intensely attracted to him but, at the same time, seemed to be somewhat embarrassed by his teasing habits, and while George and Lee were having an exciting chat, you and Tamil were getting close "what about Fred's look?... on you." Said Tamil, "shhh, he can hear you" you replied, you looked at Fred for a moment, definitely asleep, and a drop of saliva fell down his cheek as he snored loudly, he definitely wouldn't hear the conversation, "yeah... I don't think that's possible" she said looking laughing in a whisper, you returned your gaze to her and confessed "I don't know, I find him attractive but..." you were saying, you hesitated for a second "but what?" Tamil continued, "but he is a flirt, and it seems to me that he is with everyone, I don't want to get my hopes up, and much less give him the pleasure of having kissed me, if he kissed someone it would be someone who deserves it" you said, and finally you managed to get out what you had stuck, "oh, yes, he is a flirt, but something about his look on you, almost like... admiration" Tamil said, those words got stuck on your head.

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"I'll have to go in that boat? But it's so... small." You said to the two meter man next to you "Go ahead, just get in" he answered, you couldn't refuse and you got in, you felt like an embarrassment in that tiny and apparently insecure boat, you could feel how with the weight of the big man you felt even more insecure, but you decided to trust, and you crossed the black lake, you found the huge castle beautiful from that distance, it was wonderful; It was beautiful to see those lights hanging from the ceiling and the night reflected in the sky, and that ceremony to which you had an almost inexplicable terror, began.

"Clara Cudlepot... Ravenclaw!" it sounded in the four walls, and a cheer followed, "Pandora Diggory!" You heard, immediately all eyes were on you, that made you feel small and exposed, it took you a couple of seconds to move your feet, but you made it, you walked up the stairs, and met the mysterious gaze of Professor Mcgonagall, you sat on small stool, and placed the old and neglected hat on your head, it was heavier than you expected, you looked everywhere, looking for the gaze of your brother, who you noticed was looking at you with an intense affection, and a contagious tranquility, you took a breath, closed your eyes and...

"Uhm... strange... you are a determined and tenacious young lady, but you are afraid..., and you have courage, with it you will do wonderful things..." said the hat's grave and eloquent voice, with a remarked hiss, "- where I will send you, which house will know how to perform your skills better... you are a leader, a boss!... you never lie, you never fake… but where?… I know… Griffyndor!" The hat chirped, and you felt your stomach drop into place, a cheer went up and a couple of "Hurrah! Hooray!" very particular envelope came out, and when you looked across the table, they were from Fred and another was from Cedric, who was on the other side of the dining room.

You were heading to the bench at the table and suddenly you heard a loud "Pandora! Here!" it was Tamil, who had a smile from ear to ear, and who was offering you a seat between her... and Fred, you hesitated and second, but took a seat, and on the way you received a couple of exited pats on the back.

"The Princess of Griffyndor, ladies an gentlemen!" Fred shouted, getting everyone's attention and receiving a couple of laughs, you just couldn't resist your happiness, and couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh at his comment, to be honest, Fred was funny from time to time, "Is that a smile?" he asked, nudging you gently, "Oh! Shut up already" you said, scoffing, to which you received a couple of chuckles, and suddenly, from the empty plates in front of the table you craved a feast worthy of Hogwarts, of every dish you could think of, and you quickly rushed to put on your plate a bit of each dish, and the chatter was even more enjoyable, "See the girl over there?" she said, "The brunette?" You asked, "yes, she's Angelina, and she's been after Fred for years," Tamil said, "but I think Fred has been stronger, hahaha." She finished, you didn't understand why she had given you that information, but she definitely saw them as a couple in the near future, "in her dreams" you thought.

"You know?, I know of a way to get into the girls' dormitories without getting caught..." Fred said suddenly, his mouth still half full, "So? " You asked, not giving it a thought, "well, I thought since you owe me, I might take a ride sometime soon and claim it..." he said, as his voice became softly deeper, "Fred, there is no way, on earth, that I would kiss you..." you said, staring into his eyes, even though you liked him, there was no way he could read that in your gaze, "Sure? Because I'm pretty sure that in the tent, before the attack, you were ready to pay your debt" he said, sneering, "You disgust me" you said angrily.

Eventually dinner ended, and you started walking towards the common room, you wondered what it would be like, if it was as cozy as they described, and if there really were big parties as Tamil have mentioned, You were confronted with an unpleasant scene, Angelina grabbing Fred's arm, or Fred giving Angelina his arm? Either way, it made you feel an inexplicable disgust in your stomach, and you could feel your hands and feet boil, as they laughed and Angelina gave him a kiss on the cheek you could only think that he didn't know you were around, because if he did he would stop, wouldn't he? Was she his girlfriend? Or why did he have that kind of touching? Was he almost unfaithful to you? Did he see you as a distraction? But Tamil said that... sunk in your thoughts you turned to look up and , you didn't notice a brown boy in front of you, and suddenly, you bumped into him, falling on your butt, just like the "I’m- I’m sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." you said trying to stand up, when you pushed your hair out of your face, you saw a handsome boy in front of you, extending his hand "it's… hum… ok..." he said, with a hidden smile, you took his hand and stood up, "I'm Edward Parkinson..." he said, his voice was very masculine and sensual, but it seemed that it was not forced "I am-" you were about to say while shaking his hand "Pandora Diggory" he interrupted you, "I saw you at the sorting, I’m not a stalker ~haha~" he said with an awkward laugh “what is uncomfortable? The sorting?” He continued "well yeah, I guess it was" you said in a laugh, "you're from ravenclaw" you said "yeah, you know, the house of the bright…" he said making fun of the motto, that made you laugh "well... I guess I should be going" you said "yeah, go ahead, see you later" he said, you turned and went, "Parkinson... from something that rings a bell..." you thought, "Of course!”, he was the Slytherin girl's brother, Ginny had told you about her, and her family's bad reputation, it didn't seem to you that he was 'evil', as Hermione had described them, but either way you would go carefully.

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You were in a small armchair in front of the fire in the common room, drinking something that Tamil had called "Drink of Gods" and Hermione as "The booze of fools", whatever it was, it was starting to have an effect on you, "Surely McGonagall won't come?" You asked George, "Sure! She never comes down, and even less if you put some potion in her night tea hahaha" he replied elbowing Lee, who was next to him, "You put sleeping potion in her tea?!" You asked upset, "She does it by herself" said Tamil, "Guys! Stop bothering her!" he replied giving Lee a smack on the head, while with his other hand he held two shots of a yellow liquid that was releasing sparks "You have to try this! You'll love it!" she said as she handed you one of the shots, you looked at the drink for a second and hesitated, the morning of the next day would be the first day of school, and you definitely didn't want to show up with a hangover, "I-I don't know Tamil, it's getting late..." you replied "Oh, come on!" she begged, "Don't beg her Tamil, she's obviously a coward, she doesn't even pay her dues!" Said Fred mocking you, that made you furious, you fixed your gaze on him and without thinking you took that liquid in one gulp, and instantly you felt your stomach roar and a puff of fire came out of your mouth, almost like a roar, and as soon as you had the chance you put your palms over your mouth, and that burning was over to leave a funny tickle in your throat, "What was that?!” You said “It's called Fire Wisky princess, possibly they didn't have it at your royal school but it's often drunk here...” said Fred, annoying you, to which Tamil punched him in the arm, somewhat hard, which Lee and George responded with laughter, and in a few moments that drink was having an effect on you, your words were starting to stumble and your gaze was getting blurry.

"And? Did you like it?" asked Tamil, who seemed to be having the same effect, "Mhjm~" you said, "You know? I never imagined doing this... I mean, at Beauxtons everything has to be perfect, every potion, every spell, your hairstyle, your clothes, even how you stand! And here you are so... relaxed" you said "Forget about that!" said Tamil giving you a push, "tomorrow you'll wake up... you'll have breakfast and get dirty if you want..." she continued, "And I guess that must have been soooo hard..." said Fred, who had reddened cheeks and messy hair, that made him look even more handsome, "Leave her alone!" Said Ginny, "Pardon me, okay!?" You said getting up hurriedly and heading towards him "Not all of us have the problem of being as cute as you" you said slapping him on the cheek to which you received a couple of giggles, "Why don't you kiss me already?" Fred said, so close to you that you could feel his breath, the warmth twinning of his body, and his withering brown eyes on your lips, he put his hand on your waist slowly, pulled you close to him, and opened his mouth softly, and suddenly, when you felt him close to you, he pulled away, "See how simple it is guys?" He said mocking you as he looked at Ron and Harry, you felt your stomach drop, and an unexplainable pain, it was like... humiliation, "You're an idiot!" you said pushing him away from you, and you walked away from him, and suddenly you felt a hand squeezing your butt followed by a "Come on baby!" That came from Fred, immediately and without hesitation you turned around and slapped him across the face, and he gave you back a dumbfounded look, as if he had expected his technique to work "This may always work for you with Angelina, but not with me!" you told him while he was still holding his cheek with his hand, and quickly went up to the dormitories with Tamil and Ginny behind you, and only managed to hear a "You're a barbarian!" From Hermione .

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“I've never been humiliated like that before”, you said to Tamil as you finished settling on your bed, you looked at the clock next to you, "12AM" you thought, she gave you a comforting look, "you did the right thing" she said, "I know..." you said in a sigh, and she blew out the candles, and in your mind only one thought came to mind "Fred Weasley will never kiss me".

#blurb #weasvlys #fanfiction #harry potter #hp #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x oc #fred weasley blurb #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley

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abbatoirablaze · 3 months ago

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Criminal Minds, Season 1, Episode 10, Part 1

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: abuse, mentions of being held by the throat, mentions of cheating, manipulation, abusive relationship.

Anastasia Garcia

“Okay Ana, why have you been so off kilter with me?” she asked, “what’s going on? And I mean, I’m asking because you’re never like this. Or at least, you’re rarely like this. The only time you were-“

“Penelope...stop...”

“I’m just asking...what’s wrong?” she asked, “let me in!”

You turned and looked at your sister, barely missing the dish she was handing you to dry off and put in the rack, “I wish I could, Pen...”

“Huh?”

“I wish I could.”

“Ever since that last assignment where Elle was with that probationary agent and he died you’ve been completely off your game,” she pointed out, “I-I know that it’s tough losing one of your team members, but-“

“It-it’s not agent Tyler, Penny...”

“What?” she asked, her brow cocking, “then what could it be?”

You sighed, not wanting to admit what had happened to your little sister. Shaking your head you tried to brush it off, “it’s nothing Pen.”

“It’s not nothing,” she teased, “you’re my big sis. I can tell when you’re upset. And this-whatever it is, has gotten you wound up tighter than a ball of yarn, so spill.”

You bit your lip, “Derek...”

“Oh god...what did you two do now?” she asked, “you’re like cats and dogs. I’m telling you. If you two just gave each other a chance-“

“We kissed in Texas!” you announced as you cut her off.

“What?”

Your sister looked like she was about to be sick. Her eyes searched yours for any chance that it could be a lie, but when you didn’t tell her that it was a prank, she took a step back, “Stay....tell me that you and Derek Morgan didn’t really kiss.”

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes, “i-we didn’t plan on it happening, Pen. I jus-“

“Get out of my apartment.”

“Wh-what?”

“Get out of my apartment, right now, Anastasia.”

“Pen, you don’t understand. I didn’t really mean to kiss Derek,” you began, quickly stumbling over your words, “I didn’t plan on it happening. I just-emotions were running high, and I thought that there was a chance he was going to be the one that got on the train, and-“

“SO, YOU DECIDED TO TONGUE MY BEST FRIEND IN CASE HE DIED?”

Your stomach turned.

“Pen-“

“Get out Ana...” she whimpered, “this is like Evan all over again.”

“Pen-“

“Alright everyone, this is Penelope Garcia...I hope all of you will be nice to her,” you smiled, your arm around your younger sister’s waist. She was sneering at the rest of the technical analysts, and you pinched her waist, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Pen...cool it. These are your co-workers, not some annoying narc that you’re looking to get away from, so stop looking like it.”

“So, you’re the black queen.” One of the analysts smiled, standing up, “you’re amazing! Your work, that is!”

Penelope couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto her lips as she looked over to her very posh sister, “told you they’d appreciate me in their own way. I don’t need to change myself for anyone.”

“I’m Evan!” he grinned, holding a hand out to her.

“It’s not like that at all, Pen!”

“Can’t believe I’m making out with the black queen!” he smiled as he held Penelope’s hips, his fingers digging into her flesh ever so slightly. She moaned softly from on top of his lap and her nails dragged down his chest.

“Want me to show you my operating systems?”

“Oh yeah!” he grinned.

“Sure, it’s not!” she scoffed.

“I didn’t do anything with Evan!” you frowned, “Pen, he had a crush on me, and I did nothing to encourage it. He used you because he wanted me to notice him. But I was with-”

“Shut up!” she yelled, glaring at you, “just shut up! I don’t want to hear any of your excuses. You always do this. Any time I get close to a guy period you stick your nose into my business and he inevitably ends up liking you or wanting you, and they forget about me. They always forget about me because of my perfect, prom queen sister.”

“Pen-“

“So, uh, you doing anything later?”

“You mean, aside from going home to my boyfriend?” you asked curtly, ignoring the technical analyst who was still perched at the entrance of your office, “nothing that concerns you.”

He chuckled and pushed his glasses up his nose, “I mean...if you want to call agent Smith that.”

“I have...for the past ten years.”

“Ten years,” he whistled, “you would think he’d make you his wife by then...I mean...someone as gorgeous as you-“

“I’m sorry, do I even know you?” you asked, finally stopping the work that you were doing to glare at the man.

“Evan...Evan Jacobs...I-uh, I am a technical analyst for one of the other-“

“Jacob...yeah...right. I remember you. Uh, whatever,” you shrugged, rolling your eyes as you turned your attention back to your files, “aren’t you dating my sister or something?”

“Me and Penelope aren’t dating.” He chuckled, “it’s more like a situationship. But I mean, I could make room for you if you wanted. Let’s just say it’s more like a floppy disk when she’s around...but you-you make everything hard. I-“

“Yeah, well you might want to tell my sister that, asshole if you feel that way about her. My sister is an amazing woman, who clearly deserves someone way better than some pathetic little nerd who’s got a hard on for me,” you growled, “so how about you stop leading her on and leave my office before I put my size seven and a half up your ass and walk us both down to HR for you coming onto me in the workplace, asshole!”

“Derek’s my best friend!”

“I like him!”

“You have a boyfriend, Staysh!” she hissed, “how could you do that to him? How could you put Derek in that kind of situation?”

“Please, Pen-“

“GET THE FUCK OUT, ANA!”

“I-I can’t go home, Pen...please!” you whimpered.

“OH yeah?” she scoffed, “Give me one good reason, Ana.”

Your lip warbled as you pulled the collar down on your shirt, “p-please, Pen...I-“

“Did he do that to you?”

You nodded, unable to met your sister’s eyes as you let go of your shirt and crumbled to the ground, “I-I can’t go back. Not this time. I-“

“How many times has he done this to you?”

“Too many!” you sobbed as your sister joined you on the floor. Her arms wrapped around you and she held you close to her.

“Tell me what happened, Ana...tell me what he did.”

“WHAT THE FUCK, ANA!” he spat. You jumped when his arm swiped across the counter, knocking the mail and other small knick knacks from the island. His jaw clenched as he glared at you, “You’re fucking serious?”

“It was a one time thing, Brent, I-“

He’d rushed you with such quickness and ease that you didn’t have time to react. By the time that you had, you were pinned to the wall behind you by your throat, your mind coming to terms with the predicament that you were in as your hands started clawing at his own.

You felt yourself quickly losing air as he pressed his weight into it, “you fucking slut! You go on one assignment with his team and you’re shoving your tongue down his throat. You-“

“B-Brent!” you choked out in gaspy breaths while you attempted to breath. Your nails dug into his hand, and you were slapping it as he lifted you off the ground, continuing to keep you pinned by your neck.

His nostrils flared.

“First Ian...and now Morgan...”

“P-Please...please.”

He glared at you for another second, but just as your eyes began rolling back into your head, the pressure from your throat was gone, and your knees were hitting the hard tile of the kitchen.

You immediately fell to your side and took deep, long breaths as you held your own throat.

Your eyes met his, and there was nothing but hate there.

“Get up.”

“B-Brent...”

“Get out of my home.”

“Brent-I-I’m sorry. I-“

“Get the fuck out of my house, right now,” he hissed, “I don’t care if you go stay with your sister or under the fucking freeway, but if you’re still here in two minutes...”

“I’ll fucking kill him!”

You refused to look at either your sister, or the man that you’d cheated on your boyfriend with as your little sister finished telling Derek about what had happened the other night.

“P-please...don’t. I-“

“He put his hands on you, baby girl,” he said defensively as he crossed the room to your desk. He frowned when he caught you flinching and his own heart ached for you, “he’s got you afraid of your own shadow, Anastasia...”

“That’s why she’s staying with me!” Penelope said slowly, “I just-I was wondering if you would keep an eye on her if you’re here...I know you can see her office from the bullpen and-“

“Of course!” he said quickly, nodding along, “Anastasia, if you need anything, I’m here for you. I-if he so much as looks at you-“

“I don’t want any drama, Derek...I just-“

You froze when you saw him standing outside your door. He knocked, but it was obvious by the look on his face that he wasn’t happy.

You stood, and your sister looked at you, “oh no. No. Staysh, you’re not going to-“

“I-I have to say something to him. He-“

But Derek was already two steps ahead of the both of you, and had crossed your office in another few steps. The door opened, and the two men shared a moment of tense silence.

Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of its chest as you stared at your boyfriend.

He’d had a bouquet of roses in his hands for you.

“I’d like a moment alone with my girlfriend,” he said firmly, stressing the last two words to the other man, “Mine.”

“You think I’m going to leave her alone with you?” Derek growled, “after what you did to her? You think buying her some flowers will make up for the bruises on her neck, man? You’re lucky I don’t report you then beat your ass for doing that to her. She-“

“What happens is between me and my girlfriend, Agent Morgan.”

“Not when you’re choking the life out of her!” he hissed, keeping his place in front of the door blocked off so that Brent couldn’t get in.

“Ana...tell this idiot to move...”

Your sister reached across your desk and took your hand in her own. You felt the tears welling up again, and you just wanted to disappear.

Derek looked over his shoulder at you, “is that what you want me to do, Anastasia? Leave you alone with him?”

S1, E10, P2

#criminal minds #season 1 #episode 10 #derek morgan #ssa derek morgan #bau #quantico #fbi #tech analyst penelope garcia #penelope garcia

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iwillneverforgiveyou · 1 year ago

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Matsuura Part 3

For a few days, Lee Young Jin lie low. She read books and the newspapers that Kim brought for her. He even brought a notebook, so she can write in it. She didn't go out much just sometimes at night when it wasn't crowded. Before going to bed, she writes down her thoughts in the notebook. She even wrote about the Chief Inspector.

"I don't even know why I am writing this or even thinking of this person, but I think I do like the person that is trying to throw me in jail. He is Chief Inspector. I want to hate him, but…I can't."

She stopped as she thought about his face and his eyes on her. She wanted to run her hand through his black hair. "Ugh. Why am I even thinking about this?" she asked out loud. Of course nobody answered. Kim Won Bong was out with his other friends. Lee glanced around the room then looked at the books. "Hmm…I will just read to keep my mind off him," she said as she closed the notebook then went to read the book.

While Lee lie low, Matsuura was still looking for her. It didn't matter if it was raining, he was out there. He had his team help him until they went home. On a raining and slightly cold night, Matsuura was outside. He wore a black coat over a brown jacket that was over a black vest over a white shirt with a pattern tie and black shoes. He didn't have a umbrella, so his black hair got wet. He glanced around as he walked. There wasn't a lot of people out and the ones that were had umbrellas. He stopped at an alleyway and looked down it.

Nobody was down there. He sighed then continued to walk until three guys stopped in front of him. He glanced at each of them. He figured that they were middle age. Each had weapon in their hands. He raised an eyebrow and clenched his teeth. "Get out of my way. I am on a case right now," he said and was about to push past them, but one put his weapon, a pipe, to block him. Two of his friends went behind Matsuura. He glanced over his shoulder at them then back to the guy in front of him. "Move now or you all will be arrested," he said. "No. You put my best friend in jail," the guy said. Matsuura didn't have time for this. "So what? Move," he said as he pushed past the guy which made him angry. He turned around and club him on the back. Matsuura fell into a puddle. He got his shirt soak. The three guys went over to him and started beating him up. Matsuura crawl away. He didn't get far since he got hit again. He laid there as he covered his head. He yelled for help, so one of them kicked him in the stomach. He should have brought his gun, but left it at home. "Why did I have to leave it at home," he thought to himself. The guys continued to hit him. Matsuura glanced to see if anyone is around to help him. After a minute, he saw someone, and he reached his hand out. "Please help me," he thought.

Lee looked out the window as it rained. Kim was sleeping in another room. She thought about going out for a while. She hasn't been out for two weeks. "There shouldn't be many people out," she thought to herself. She thought about it some more until she decided to go out. Lee put her hat and jacket on then grabbed the umbrella. She quietly left the safe house. As she walks the street, Lee puts her head down having the umbrella cover her face when people are near her. When nobody was near her, Lee looked up at the night sky and smiled. She continued to walk for a few more minutes until she heard someone yell for help. "Someone needs help," she said then followed the yelling. When she turned a corner, she stopped. Lee saw a person on the ground getting beat up by three guys. She glanced around then noticed the person looking at her as they reached out a hand towards her. "Hmm…," she thought then slowly walked towards them. Once Lee got closer, she saw the person's face under the street lamp. "Chief Inspector," she whispered then walked backward. She didn't want to help him. Matsuura saw the person backing away and cried out. "HELP ME PLEASE!" One of the guys kicked him in the face and his head dropped to the ground. Lee gasped and put her hand over her mouth.

Matsuura saw the person move closer towards the street lamp and saw it was the woman he ran into two weeks ago. He reached out his hand again and yelled for her to help him. "Shut up!" one of them yelled then kicked him in the face. His eyes widen then shut as his head dropped to the ground. A little blood came out of his mouth. He just laid there as he continued to get beaten. "She has to come…," he thought to himself. He groaned each time he got kicked and hit.

Lee shut her eyes as she hung her head. She put her umbrella in front of her to block it, but she heard him groaning. "No. Stop it," she said as she back away more, "I can't help him. He'll catch me and throw me into jail. That can't happen." She turned away and took a few steps forward then stopped. "But, what if he helps me? If I help him, he can make sure no one finds me and keep me out of jail," Lee thought to herself. She took a deep breath then exhaled. "Kim is not going to like this," Lee said. She turned around and closed the umbrella then walked towards the three guys. It was still raining. Her clothes were damp.

One of the guys stopped and glanced around then saw Lee coming towards them. "Hey. Someone is coming," he said, and his other two friends stopped. They looked over at Lee then continued to get a few more hits before she got in front of them. "Hey! What are you doing?!" Lee asked. "None of your business," the one with the wooden bat said, The guy with the pipe walked towards her. "You better leave if you don't want to end up like him," he said pointing to Matsuura on the ground. Lee looked over at Chief Inspector wasn't moving much. She hoped that he was still alive. She smirked and looked back at the guy. "So what? What did he do to you, huh?" she asked. The guy sneered then was about to hit her, but she blocked it with her umbrella and kicked him in the stomach. His other friends went to attack her, but she got them, too.

Lee blocked, hit and kicked each of the three guys. They went down, but got up and attacked again. They did a get a couple of hits on her, but she recovered and got them back. The one with a tool was going to hit the Chief Inspector again, but Lee got to him and swing her umbrella at his face, and he went down. After an hour, the guys gave up and ran away. Lee made sure that they didn't come back then opened her umbrella and went over to the Chief Inspector. He was soak now from the rain and the puddle. She bit her inner cheek then kneeled down. Lee put her hand near his nose to make sure he was still breathing. He was. She put the umbrella down, so she can turn him over. He groaned when she did. "Hey," she said. He laid there for a few seconds then slowly opened his eyes and glanced around. Lee picked up the umbrella and put it over him, so he won't get more soak. He saw the umbrella then slowly looked over and saw Lee. He put a hand over his stomach and his other hand on the ground. Matsuura slowly sat up and she helped him. He spit the blood out of his mouth. "What are you doing?" he asked as he looked back at her. Lee raised her eyebrow. "I was helping you. If I wasn't here you would have been dead," she said. Matsuura sneered then groaned as he clutched his jacket and closed his eyes. His stomach and back was hurting. She watched him then glanced around. Nobody was around. It was still raining though. "I could have handcuffed you and throw you in jail, but…" he paused. Lee looked back at him and waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she asked, "But…what?" He took a deep breath the exhaled which turned into a coughing fit. His ribs were hurting. He wasn't sure if they were crack or not. After he was done, he looked over at her. "As you can see I am in no shape to do that right now," Matsuura said. Lee sighed then got up on her feet. Matsuura looked up at her. "I could leave you here and let you crawl back home or you can help me and I can help you get home," she said as she looked down at him. Matsuura thought about it. "I don't want her to help me, but I do need help," he thought to himself. He glanced around then down at his stomach. He was soak to the bones, and he will probably get sick. There was a wind gust and Matsuura hugged himself. Lee saw him shiver and sighed. "Let me help you, Chief Inspector," she said as she hold a hand out. Matsuura sneered then took her hand. She helped him up and said, "Tell me where to go." He put his arm around her shoulders and gritted his teeth. He thought for a few seconds then told her the directions.

As they walked home, Lee asked what his name was, so she didn't have to call him Chief Inspector. Matsuura glanced over at her then looked forward. He wasn't to sure if he should tell her his name. She shouldn't because she is a killer, and he's a police. "Um…why should I tell you? You will probably end up in jail soon anyway, and we won't see each other ever again." he said. Lee glanced at him then grinned. "Well…this is where you come in. I bring you home and you keep me out of jail," she said. He was confused on why he would help her stay out of jail. "I would never help her. She would kill more people without going to jail," he thought to himself then looked over at her. "Why would I keep you out of jail? You are going to keep on killing people," he said. She tilted her head in thought then looked at the hand that he had hurt. "Is your hand okay now?" she asked. Matsuura raised his eyebrow, stopped and turned towards her. "How did you know about my hand?" he asked. Lee held the umbrella over them and looked over at him. "Well…I saw you walking away after you didn't catch me. While I was hiding behind a building, I peek out and saw you holding your hand," she said. He glanced at his hand that was over his stomach then looked back at Lee. "Oh. Let's continue," he said as he turned and walked. Lee put her arm around his waist. He put his arm around her shoulders. While they walked, he looked over at her and bit back a smile then he shook his head as he looked forward. "Ugh…why did I wanted to smile? I don't like her…I don't," he thought to himself. Lee noticed that he was looking at her, but didn't say anything.

Once they got in front of his house, she stopped and looked at it. "Hmm…nice house," she said. Matsuura nodded and slowly walked to the front. Lee closed the umbrella since it had stop raining. She watched him go to the steps and sat down on the deck. He didn't tell her his name yet. She sighed then walked over to him. Inside the house, Lee helped Chief Inspector lay down on a mat that is his bed. She looked down at his wet clothes. "Should take your wet clothes off, so that you won't get sick," Lee said. Matsuura looked up at her and slowly sat up. He slowly took his vest off then his shirt and tie. Lee took his clothes then looked at his pants. Matsuura looked up at her. "Do you mind?" he said, and she turned around. He sighed and quickly got his pants off then looked at his underwear. It was wet, too. "Hmm..I think I can wear it. It's not that wet anyway," he thought to himself then covered himself. "You can lay the clothes somewhere to let it dry," he said, and Lee turned back around. She picked up her pants and went to look for a place for the clothes. He looked at her for a moment then closed his eyes.

Once Lee put his clothes outside on a rail, she went back inside and glanced around. She saw some photos of him with his parents. She took a deep breath then exhaled. "Looks like he lives alone," she thought to herself. She looked over at the Chief Inspector then sat next to his bed mat. Lee watched him sleep. A piece of his hair was on his forehead. She wanted to push it to the side, but didn't. Lee shook her head and sighed. "I should go now, but…," she paused and looked at the Chief, "What if he doesn't wake up in the morning?" She pressed her lips together then licked her bottom lip. "Hey, I am going to stay here until the morning. I want to make sure you wake up," she said, "Good night, Chief Inspector." She pulled her legs up to her chest, put her arms across her knees and put her head on it then closed her eyes. Matsuura heard her and smirked. After a few seconds, he said, "Matsuura. My name is Matsuura." Lee picked her head up and looked at him. "Oh. Good night, Matsuura," she said. She put her head back down and closed her eyes.

As she tried to sleep, she thought about what to tell Kim Won Bong. She hoped that he will understand. Matsuura opened his eyes after a few seconds then looked over and saw her sitting down next to the mat with her head on her arms. He smiled and moved the blanket up to cover his chest then laid his hands over it. He licked his lips then closed his eyes.

The next morning, the light from the sun was coming through the paper thin door. It shined on Lee, who was lying down on the floor now, and she slowly opened her eyes then looked over at Matsuura. She saw that he was on his side facing her with his eyes closed. She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. Lee glanced around then looked at Matsuura and watched him sleep for a few minutes. She looked at his hand lying on the blanket next to his face. She moved towards him and was about to touch his hand, but decided not to. "I can't," she thought to herself. She got up and stretched as she yawned. "I need to change my clothes quick," she muttered then looked at Matsuura. She kneeled down and grabbed his hand without thinking first. He startled awake and looked at Lee. "What?" he asked then looked at her hand over his. His heart skipped a beat. "Her hand feels nice over mine," he thought to himself, "Ugh why am I even thinking that?" She looked at their hands then let his hand go. "You are awake now, so I am going to go. Are you staying home?" she asked. He laid on his back and looked up at her. "I will go to work. Still have to catch the killer," he said as he smirked. Lee glared at him then stood back up. "Really? So you are not going to help me?" she asked. He took a deep breath then exhaled. He winced as he slowly sat up then covered his bottom half. Lee looked at the bruise that is on his right side and sighed. Matsuura looked at the spot that she was looking at and saw the bruise. "I have to act like I am still looking for you, okay? I wouldn't throw you in jail if I am the only one that caught you," he said. "And what if your guys are around when you catch me?" she asked. Matuura glanced around then looked back at her. "I will deal with it when it comes to that," he said. She pressed her lips together then walked towards the door. "I'm leaving now. Go to the hospital if you need to," Lee said then opened the door. "Wait! What's your name?" Matsuura asked in a hurry. She paused at the door then put her head down. "Lee Young Jin," she said then left closing the door. He grinned then slowly got up and got ready for work.

Lee was at the gate to the house and looked back at the house. "Hopefully he does go to the hospital," she thought to herself then left. She stuck to the alleys, so no one will see her. A couple of times, she almost been seen, but held the umbrella down and continued home. Once Lee got to the safe house, she closed the door behind her. "What happened to you last night?" Lee heard Kim asked. She sighed as she turned around and saw him. Lee put the umbrella in the corner next to the door then took her jacket off. "Well I went out for a walk last night," she said. "Right," Kim said as he crossed his arms over his chest, "But, why didn't you come home last night? Did something happen? Did the Chief Inspector caught you?" Lee took a deep breath then went over to the sofa. "No. I wouldn't be here if I was, wouldn't I?" she asked as she sat down. Kim sighed then sat down next to her. "So where do you go? Did you sleep somewhere else?" he asked. Lee looked over at him. She wasn't sure how to answer. Lee sighed then licked her lips. "I found a place in the alleyway and slept there," she lied. She hated that she had to lie to him, but she didn't want him to be angry at her when he finds out that she was at Matsuura's home. Kim nodded as he glanced around. Lee got up and said, "I am going to change." Kim watched her go into the bedroom and closed the door.

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