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up-in-space-reading · 6 months ago

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Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 3: Walks in the Cold

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 3648

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

authors note: I'm sorry this chapter is entirely based around a party but SPOILER there's non-text writing!!! so get excited babes, its heating up now.

Jimmy Jabbers

[02:29pm, Tuesday]

Pineapples: how do they dig graves?? Pineapples: at this point in time they cant use shovels anymore thats insane Pineapples: but a whole excavator in a graveyard seems risky bc what if they hit a headstone

RoRo: they get like 10 dogs in

Queen G: what if they still use shovels tho?

Four Eyes: They do get excavators in; it does look a little bit weird but there’s not really any other efficient way to dig a grave Four Eyes: 1 image attachment

Pineapples: if anyone sees me laughing at the grave digger machine no u don’t

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:32pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: amy r u awake?

Cameron: Yeah, why?

Ferris: idk im just worried

Cameron: About what?

Ferris: what if i dont finish all the assignments in time for break Ferris: i dont wanna be kicked out

Cameron: Firstly, they don’t kick you out. You just don’t pass those classes and have to retake them (or drop out, of your own free will) Cameron: Secondly, we’re going to get them finished. You’ve been working hard and I am sure they’ll all be done in time for winter break

Ferris: but what if they arent???

Cameron: What if we put some stakes on it?

Ferris: theres already stakes

Cameron: Stakes that you’ll enjoy a lot more than an existential crisis

Ferris: im listening

Cameron: If you finish all of the assignments in time for winter break I will go to Terry’s annual New Years party AND match you drink for drink. If you don’t finish them, you have to jump in the fountain in the courtyard

Ferris: ur literally a genius Ferris: i do not want to jump in that fountain and i absolutely want you to go to that party

Cameron: I’ve not been to his New Years parties and for good reason

Ferris: you better start dress shopping then ames because this is ur year

Cameron: Part of me hopes so

Ferris: ill let u sleep now Ferris: gn

Cameron: Goodnight, Jake

Jimmy Jabbers

[4:30pm, Thursday]

Pineapples: amy and i are in the library if anyone wants to join

RoRo: what are u doing in the library?

Pineapples: studying duh

Mr Grapes: on my way now!

Pineapples: see u!

Queen G: our school has a library??

RoRo: why wouldn’t it??

Queen G: because theyre boring

Four Eyes: I take offense to that

Queen G: of course u do

Dance Squad

[4:40pm, Thursday]

Scary: so charles, now that you’re in the presence of them Scary: how close are you to winning this bet because by my calculations you’ve got about three days

G-Hive: oh damn! rosa coming in hot with the trash talk

Charlese: I will not give up hope yet, three more days is enough

Scary: with the way they are now three days is nowhere near enough Scary: gina how are you feeling?

G-Hive: as confident as ever <3

Scary: i admire that

[11:59pm, Sunday]

G-Hive: and its a tough loss for charles on this fine evening

Scary: knew it

Charlese: alright alright I get it Charlese: severe underestimation but in my defence they should’ve gotten together over a year ago

G-Hive: no they shouldnt have

Scary: so g, its just you and me left

G-Hive: if we’re being fair then charles does have a grace period before its closer to your guess than his but my calculations dont swing in charles favour

Scary: tough break charles Scary: maybe next time

Charlese: crying my self to sleep tonight Charlese: gonna start bugging Jake about his feelings for Amy

G-Hive: violation of the rules!!! G-Hive: no meddling G-Hive: ur such a meddler

Scary: no interference or else

Charlese: got it got it, no interference

Sexy Bitches

[10:34am, Tuesday]

Ter Bear: Hey Gina, just giving you a heads up that Liam is having a thing for his birthday at his place this Saturday

Sexy: seriously?! Sexy: thank u for the heads up

Ter Bear: And don’t tell them I told you but if you cozy up enough to him, he might let you DJ Ter Bear: He’s seen the playlist and didn’t mind it

Sexy: I LOVE U TERRY Sexy: i owe you big time

Ter Bear: You always owe me, I’m good to you guys

Sexy: you really are

Jimmy Jabbers

[10:39am, Tuesday]

Queen G: i have just received some amazing news!

Pineapples: can i guess! terry is having a party

Queen G: yes!

Pineapples: well technically its his friend liam Pineapples: its his bday Pineapples: terry text me too lol

Queen G: but i bet he didnt mention that im gonna DJ!!

Pineapples: NO HE DIDN’T

Four Eyes: That’s great news, Gina, congrats. I’ll be there to listen to your amazing playlist

RoRo: me too

Mr Grapes: finally someone who will listen to my requests!

Queen G: if ur request is not from a musical and from the last 2 years then i might consider it

Mr Grapes: best party ever already

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[10:45am, Tuesday]

Ferris: u gonna be alright with a party?

Cameron: Yeah of course, as long as I get at least three drinks in me haha

Ferris: thats the spirit ames!

Sleuth Sisters

[10:47am, Tuesday]

Amy: Does Jake have a nickname for you?

Rosa: no

Girls, Girls, Girls

[02:16pm, Saturday]

Gina: when r u guys gonna be at mine?

Rosa: closer to when we have to leave

Amy: I’ve got some work I need to finish up, lets say around 7-7:30?

Gina: it doesnt even surprise me that u guys dont take more than 2 hours to get ready Gina: we’re leaving at 9 and u guys are getting here at 5 at the LATEST

Rosa: only if I can pregame

Gina: of course u can

Amy: Yeah sure, I’ll be there at 5

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[02:19pm, Saturday]

Cameron: Has Gina always taken multiple hours to get ready to go out or is it just a development in college?

Ferris: hahahaha oh no Ferris: shes always been like that Ferris: ever since she discovered makeup and curling irons

Cameron: That makes sense haha Cameron: She’s making Rosa and I be at hers at 5pm at the latest to start getting ready for tonight

Ferris: arent we leaving at 9??

Cameron: Yep!

Ferris: oh amy… Ferris: hahaha Ferris: itll be fun tho

Cameron: Yeah it will be

[07:18pm, Saturday]

Cameron: She has a curling iron so close to my scalp right now, help me

Ferris: hahahaha sorry ames ur on ur own

Cameron: You’re the worst!

Ferris: if i had to get my hair braided when i was 11 then u have to get ur hair curled now

Cameron: That is an amazing piece of information that you have willingly given up, thank you so much

Ferris: amy no Ferris: what r u doing Ferris: ur not telling rosa right?? Ferris: amy please Ferris: i thought we were friends

Bi Besties

[07:23pm, Saturday]

Dagger: HAHAHAHAHAHA

El Baboso: shut up

Dagger: I bet you looked so cute with your braids too

El Baboso: of course i did!

Dagger: HAHAHAHAHAAKAJDJKSD

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[07:24pm, Saturday]

Ferris: youll pay for this

Cameron: Uh huh, sure I will haha

[09:12pm, Saturday]

Cameron: Gina is finally ready, how are you and Charles going?

Ferris: charles and i are on our way to the party already.. Ferris: sorry

Cameron: That’s okay! We’ll meet you there

Ferris: see you there!!!!

The walk to Terry’s was cold but the bottle of gin that the three of them were passing between each other helped warm Amy’s insides. She was feeling angry that Gina had talked her into wearing a dress and envious of Rosa’s warm and comfortable looking leather pants.

“Longest 10-minute walk of my life” Rosa said grumpily, arms crossed in front of her.

“Two more minutes and we’re there” Amy reassured Rosa (and herself).

“Its cold but its also party time! Let’s get excited ladies, we look hot and I’m DJ-ing, the night is young and I have a good feeling” Gina proclaimed into the night, making Amy laugh.

“You’re right, its gonna be a good night” Amy agreed, and she even saw Rosa crack a smile out of the corner of her eye.

Finally, they arrived at Terry’s and the place was already pumping, the music loud and coloured lights glowing in the windows. The first thing Amy registered upon entering the house was the amount of people moving around; walking from somewhere to get somewhere else, dancing to the music, or talking loudly to each other. If it weren’t for the gin on the journey over she’d be overwhelmed immediately, but her senses were dulled and the warmth promised by the alcohol was finally blossoming in her stomach.

She was feeling good as the three of them made their way through the house to the kitchen where they found Jake and Charles laughing about something. Charles lit up upon seeing them and it made Jake turn around, he looked happy to see them before his eyes landed on Amy. He froze, quickly looking her up and down before continuing with a loud greeting and offer of drinks.

Gina took a few swigs of the remaining gin and said she was going to find the speaker system and get the music really going.

“There’s four of us left!” Jake yelled over the music, Amy gave him a confused stare in response, “Its time for beer pong!”

Amy was immediately on board, as was Rosa. Charles needed some convincing, and after a hype speech from Jake and gathering all the cups they could find they were setting up beer pong on the dining table. A small crowd had begun to gather as they were setting up, raising the pressure to a level Amy thrived on.

The four of them gathered next to the table to discuss the terms; losing team gives $40 to the winning team.

“Looking forward to my $20, lunch is on me next Tuesday” Amy teased Jake as he always asked to get lunch during their study sessions.

“It will be on you, because you’ll be giving me $20” He responded smugly.

“In your dreams” Amy scoffed before they made their way to their assigned sides of the table.

Amy and Rosa were given first throw, a decision Jake and Charles would quickly grow to regret. The game was full of trash talking and celebration dances. Charles gagged on the cup Rosa secretly filled with vodka which made even Jake laugh despite the loss of a cup.

After intense back and forth, and the crowd growing increasingly invested in the outcome of the game, both teams were down to one cup each. But after the number of drinks, it was difficult for both teams to aim properly.

It was Charles and Jake’s turn, Amy was nervous and watching Jake intently, hoping to psych him out. Just as he was leaning his arm back to throw, Amy tossed some of her hair over her shoulder. The small action was enough to make Jake falter for a moment and his throw was off, Amy and Rosa (and the half of the crowd rooting for them) cheered.

Finally, it was their turn again, Amy volunteered to go first. She took a deep breath as she bent her arm back and lined up her throw, everyone waited with bated breath to see if this was the one. The pressure and tension gave her an odd sense of calm, she threw the ball as calm as ever and it landed right in the cup. The crowd erupted into cheers as Amy and Rosa celebrated with cheers of their own as well as high fives and fist bumps.

Jake and Charles hung their heads, Jake volunteered to take the last cup for Charles who looked grateful. After their celebrations had finished Amy revelled in Jake chugging the last cup and trudging over her to give her the money owed. She heard Charles say something about paying Rosa tomorrow and Rosa threatening that she’ll remember.

“Here you go, Ames, a well deserved twenty bucks” He handed a $20 note over to her.

Amy took it happily and tucked it into her bra, Jakes eyes followed her hands the whole time.

“Thank you very much”

Jake nodded to signify a ‘you’re welcome’ before Amy continued.

“I’m gonna ask Gina to put on a victory song!” She laughed, and Jake laughed with her.

“I’ll come with!” He yelled over the music which suddenly got louder.

They both journeyed through the house to find where the music system was. Gina was standing behind a table with who Amy assumed was an actual DJ, they were both bopping their heads along to the music and pointing to something on Gina’s phone.

Amy pushed her way through the crowd with Jake in tow in the direction of the table. Once there Jake gestured for Gina to lean in close, and so she moved so that she was leaning across the table with her face close to Amy and Jake’s.

“Rosa and I won beer pong, we need a victory song!” Amy yelled, hoping Gina could hear her.

Based on the satisfied smile that graced Gina’s face she did hear.

“I told you tonight was gonna be good!” She stood back up properly and began looking through her phone once again with the DJ.

Amy couldn’t help but smile because Gina was right. Jake then jerked his head towards the makeshift dance floor and Amy nodded in response. The two of them moved away from the table a little bit and began moving to the music.

The song changed to what Amy assumed was the victory song and it got her blood pumping, she wasn’t thinking about how she was dancing she was just moving the way she felt like it. Jake seemed to be doing the same thing, taking the loss incredibly well.

The lights got dimmer, the various colours now being the primary light source in the room. Someone bumped into Amy, she stumbled into Jake who caught her and held onto her arms. He gave her a look that asked if she was okay and she nodded in response before continuing to dance, now closer to Jake.

He kept one hand on her arm before sliding it down to hold her hand, he lifted their arms up in the air for her to spin under. Amy spun around while giggling, once she was done he let go and a part of her was disappointed.

They continued to dance for so long Amy lost track of time and how many songs they had danced to, Jake knowing every word to all of them and her knowing some. The dance floor had become more crowded as the night went on, her and Jake had been slowly bumped closer to one another, now standing just inches apart.

Amy’s brain was foggy but she managed to hold onto various thoughts of how nice Jake’s arms looked in his shirt, and how thirsty she was getting after all the singing and dancing. She leaned close to Jake’s ear.

“I’m gonna get a drink!” She told him.

He nodded in confirmation and mouthed what Amy assumed was ‘I’ll come too’. Amy turned around and started shoving through the crowd, wondering if it was Jake who had his hand on the small of her back or some creep. A quick look behind her showed that her intuition was correct, Jake following closely behind with a hand on her back sending a tingling feeling up and down her spine.

These were all feelings Amy decided to unpack tomorrow, or the day after, or never.

Once they were in the kitchen Amy raided the fridge and found some bottles of water, handing one to Jake. He opened his and chugged half of it in one go while she wrestled with the lid of hers still.

“Can you open it for me, please?” She held out her bottle of water, looking slightly defeated.

“Sure” He smiled and grabbed the bottle off her.

He opened it with ease and Amy’s eyes widened slightly, she hoped Jake didn’t notice as she quickly took the bottle back from him and took a few mouthfuls. It cooled her down and she was finally able to think properly, asking Jake what the time was.

At almost 1 in the morning, she was debating on going home or staying for a bit longer, voicing this debate to Jake standing across from her, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“You can’t walk home by yourself Ames” He countered.

“I can’t force Gina and Rosa to leave, I actually think Gina is gonna be here forever” She joked, Jake laughed with her.

“How about, three more songs and then I’ll walk you home” He offered, and Amy had to admit it wasn’t a bad deal. She was concerned about walking home alone.

“You’re sure you want to leave?” She asked, not wanting to inconvenience him.

“Yeah. Charles is off with a girl – texted me like 20 minutes ago – and like you said, Rosa and Gina are gonna be here forever. I’m almost ready for bed” He reasoned, and Amy couldn’t say no.

“Alright then, three more songs” She agreed with a smile, having another mouthful of water and turning to make her way back to the dance floor.

Jake once again followed close behind, not touching her this time Amy noted. They found a small empty spot on the dance floor and resumed their dancing as if the small break hadn’t happened. The two of them were once again just inches apart and Amy took note of it immediately this time.

She felt heat in her cheeks at this note and thought about it the whole time they danced to the first song, then the second song came on and Amy couldn’t ignore an ABBA remix. Both her and Jake sang every word loudly with wide smiles on their faces, gesturing and throwing their hands in the air when they felt appropriate.

If someone were to ask Amy she’d say it was the most fun she’s had at a party in a long time.

Finally, as the third song faded out and a new one began, Jake gestured his head towards the front door and Amy nodded in agreement. She quickly got her small bag from where she’d safely stashed it near Gina and followed Jake out of the house.

Jimmy Jabbers

[01:07am, Sunday]

Pineapples: amy and i leaving Pineapples: have fun party animals

The cool air and quietness of being out of the house was almost jarring to Amy’s senses. They walked for a few minutes in comfortable silence, but it wasn’t long until the cold got to Amy and she began shivering, arms wrapped around herself.

“You look cold, here” Jake stopped to take his leather jacket off.

“You don’t have to-“ Amy began before being cut off by him.

“I do, what are friends for”

She let out a small laugh and looked at the ground for a moment, trying to hide the heat spreading in her cheeks despite the cold. He held the jacket out for her and she accepted it happily, putting it on and crossing her arms in front of her to keep the front closed.

“Thanks” She said quietly.

“That’s okay”

They continued the walk this time talking about the party, specifically the beer pong match, recounting the highlights and lowlights of the game with a lot of laughter in between. Amy found herself not wanting the walk to end, despite how cold, tired and tipsy she was.

Finally, they reached a divergence in the path and Amy expected Jake to go the opposite direction to her towards his dorm but he continued walking by her side.

“Isn’t your dorm that way?” She interrupted his sentence and pointed to the left.

“I said I’d walk you home, I’m a man of my word Ames”

“Oh.. okay then” She accepted without argument and continued walking to her dorm with Jake by her side.

It was only when they were right outside the building doors did Jake feel comfortable leaving her, confident she could get to her dorm by herself, a comment he said which made her laugh. They said a quick goodbye and Amy watched Jake walk away for a moment before turning and entering the doors of the building.

She took the elevator up to her floor, only realising when the doors closed and she saw a blur of her reflection that she was still wearing Jake’s jacket. It was too late to go after him now, she’ll probably see him tomorrow and if not tomorrow then Monday at the latest to give it back to him.

Once in her dorm she sighed heavily, ready to take her makeup off and put on comfy pyjamas as the exhaustion began to weigh down on her. She got unready as quick as she could, hanging Jake’s jacket over the back of her desk chair, and climbed into bed.

When she was comfy she got her phone off the bedside table to check her messages one last time before what she predicted would be at least a 10 hour sleep.

Jimmy Jabbers

[01:28am, Sunday]

Queen G: ugh some guys started to yell at each other Queen G: rosa and i made a quick getaway

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[01:32am, Sunday]

Cameron: I assume you made it back to your dorm alright?

Ferris: i was brutally murdered as soon as u went into ur building actually

Cameron: Damn… Cameron: Now who will I annihilate at beer pong..

Ferris: IM DEAD AND UR WORRIED ABOUT THAT???

Cameron: Hahahaha Cameron: Goodnight, jake

Ferris: gn ames

authors note: EEEK!! I am excited on their behalf because w h a t will amy be thinking tomorrow???? i sure hope these dummies start to figure it out soon mwahaha

Thanks as always for reading, next chap will be out whenever I can get it out <3

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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The Wrong Idea (part 2) | Lee Bodecker x Reader

(read part 1 here)

summary: your relationship with your stepfather only becomes more tense, and both of you know you can’t avoid him forever.

word count: nearly 5.8k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon/noncon, and a few consensual encounters), stepcest, pain kink, daddy kink, groping, semi-public sex, a bit of pregnancy/breeding kink (just through dialogue), stockholm syndrome/sympathy for the abuser, grooming (hence the thing before this one), a bit of violence including use of a gun, a bit of housewife kink?

Jimmy O’Doyle was sweet, and handsome; tall, and strong, and with this gorgeous blonde hair that he either styled relentlessly or just somehow dried perfect on its own. Sure, his nose was a little big, but you found it endearing, especially when his smile was even bigger.

Most of the girls in Knockemstiff had a crush on Jimmy— maybe it was his looks, maybe it was the fact that he drove one of the nicer cars in town— but he was either oblivious or uninterested. He seemed to keep to himself most of the time, though he'd always be polite and carry conversation if you approached him.

Well, not you. You never approached him. It made you a little too nervous.

Therefore, you had no plan when he approached you after church one Sunday. You didn't even realize he knew your name, until he used it to get your attention with a tap on your shoulder.

"Oh, hey Jimmy," you mumbled back, looking up at him and chewing your lip.

"I like your dress," he informed you with a tilted smile. You looked down at it— yellow, with a white gingham on the skirt— and felt your face getting a little warm.

"Oh, this? Thanks, um, it was a gift from— from my stepdad."

"Oh, was it your birthday?"

You shook your head. "Not for a few more months, he just bought me something to be nice."

Jimmy nodded, and there was an uncomfortable silence before you suddenly blurted out: "I like your tie!"

"Thanks!” he beamed. “I got it when I went to—”

"Time to go, sweetie," your mother interrupted to inform you, motioning to the parking lot where Sheriff Bodecker was opening the driver's side door of his patrol car. (Yes, he drove the three of you to church in the fucking patrol car.)

"Just a minute, mama," you smiled back. “What were you gonna say?” you asked Jimmy.

“Uh, I was just gonna ask you somethin’...”

“Well, what is it?”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking away for a moment. “Just if maybe you wanted to, uh, go for a drive sometime or somethin’...”

“A drive? Yeah, sure,” you smiled, feeling a giddy nervousness bloom in your stomach. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah, me too,” he nodded. “I’ll pick you up tonight? At 7?”

You pictured Jimmy appearing at the door with your mother and Lee sitting in the living room. “Um, no, I’ll meet you somewhere. At the corner of Bailey and Hillside?”

“All right,” he smiled.

“I’ll be the one in a yellow dress,” you winked.

“I’ll be the one in the blue Cadillac,” he grinned.

Your mother called to you again and you waved goodbye to Jimmy, feeling your cheeks warm as he waved back.

“What was that all about?” she asked as you got into the back seat.

“Oh, he was just asking if I’d wanna join the choir,” you lied quickly.

“Well I hope you said no! I wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself,” she smiled.

“Of course, mama,” you nodded, shooting Lee a glance that said ‘do you see how she is?’

He looked back just for a second before starting the car, and you knew he understood better than most.

You had a plan to tell your mother and stepfather that you were going to meet some friends for dinner, but they never even asked where you were going. Certainly made it easier to slip out and begin your walk to the corner where you planned to meet your date.

You had your yellow dress on like you said you would, but you didn't wear the white cardigan that you had on over it at church that morning. It was a warm night anyhow, but you hoped it would be a little more mature without it. Not revealing or anything, but a little more daring.

Hopping into Jimmy’s passenger seat made you feel like the most special girl in the world, though you knew it wasn’t actually that big of a deal. You let yourself get excited anyway.

The conversation was pleasant, if nerve-wracking. At first, you kind of hoped some other girls in town would see you in his car and get jealous, but as you two got to talking and you appreciated the scenic drive, it wasn’t so important to you anymore. Jimmy asked where you wanted to go. You just told him to go anywhere. You weren’t exactly offended when he decided to take you to the closest thing Knockemstiff had to a ‘makeout point’: it was just a nice park that had a lot of open space and a cute little creek down the middle. Knowing what this implied, you felt your face warm up slightly.

“Is it okay if we just sit in here and talk for a bit?” Jimmy asked gently. “I rather like getting to know you.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you nodded, “I like talking to you, too.”

It went on like that for a while, talking about all sorts of things that were mostly unimportant. Jimmy went on a bit of a ramble about baseball, which you normally found terminally boring; it was interesting when he talked about it with so much passion, though. And he returned the favor by listening to you talk about politics which was probably just as boring to him.

“I’ve never known a girl who knew so much about the world,” he said, seeming impressed.

“I don’t think I know that much,” you shook your head, “I just listen to the radio.”

“I listen to the radio, too, but it must not be the same station as you,” he laughed.

An awkward, but not necessarily uncomfortable, silence fell over the car. You wanted to make a move, but you didn’t know how.

“Maybe we could turn on the radio now,” you suggested.

“All right,” he jumped up, leaning forward and turning his car radio on.

And dear, I wonder if you find love an optical illusion, too?

“Oh, I love this song,” you admitted. “I don’t have a record player, but I think if I did I’d only have Billie Holiday records.”

“You should come over sometime, I have a lot of records,” Jimmy offered.

“Does that mean we’ll have a second date?” you asked hopefully.

“Does that mean we’re having a first date, right now?” he returned.

“I was sort of hoping so,” you smiled nervously.

“So was I,” he agreed.

Are the stars out tonight? I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright…

Your mind wandered as you feared that somehow, Jimmy would see right through you— see who you really were. And if he did that, he’d never want you. You knew that. You figured Sheriff Bodecker would go out of his way to make sure you knew that, if he ever found out this was going on. But he wasn’t going to find out, you decided, because he had no way of knowing and you were grown anyhow.

‘cause I only have eyes for you…

When you snapped out of your thoughts, you realized Jimmy was leaning in towards you; and though you felt oddly guilty for no good reason at all, you closed the gap and kissed him.

It was gentle and sweet, nothing like the kisses you were used to. Some materialistic, status-conscious part of you (probably the part that was related to your mother) was over the moon to be kissing the most popular young man in the whole town. Most of you, though, was just happy to be kissing a boy that you liked, and that liked you back.

And secretly, a very teeny tiny part of you was thinking of someone else.

“You are so beautiful,” Jimmy whispered into the kiss.

“Really? You think so?” you whispered back, smiling.

“Everybody does,” he answered as if it were obvious.

You kissed him deeper, the smallest moan slipping out as his hands moved over your waist. You gasped a bit when his hands moved to grab your breasts.

“Is this okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded and kissed him again, whimpering softly as his hands massaged you through your dress.

Arousal was starting to awaken between your legs, and you felt your hips pushing down against the seat a little harder, seeking stimulation. Gingerly, your hand started to slide up his leg, and you both gasped when you felt his erection underneath the corduroy.

He quickly took his hands off you to open up his trousers, pulling his cock out and sighing a bit when your hand wrapped around it.

You could tell it wasn’t as big as the Sheriff’s— not as long or as thick— but it still felt good in your hand, and Jimmy still looked beautiful with that look of pleasure and shock on his face.

“Damn, you’re…” Jimmy moaned, almost in disbelief, as you started to stroke him. “You’re incredible.”

“Touch me again,” you pleaded gently, biting your lip when he reached up to pull the top of your dress down a bit— just enough to expose your tits and grab them again.

You got lost in the moment, with how good his hands felt on you, and how nice it was to kiss him, and how much you wanted him to come all over your hand. So lost, in fact, that neither of you noticed a car had pulled up behind his until there was a tap at your window.

It was the Sheriff, shining a flashlight into the car.

“Shit!” Jimmy gasped, shoving you away and tucking himself back into his trousers while you pulled up your dress to cover yourself and turned off the radio. Your stomach sank and you thought you could probably vomit right then and there.

“Roll down the window, please,” Lee requested, and you awkwardly cranked the handle until it was halfway down.

“I’m sorry, Sheriff, it was—” Jimmy began to explain.

“What do you want?” you interrupted, glaring at Lee.

“Just wanna make sure you’re both alright,” he answered sternly. “It’s gettin’ pretty late.”

“It’s not even ten,” you announced with crossed arms, “and you aren’t supposed to be workin’ tonight.”

Jimmy stared at you with wide eyes, somewhere between impressed and terrified that you were standing up to the Sheriff.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle, ma’am,” Lee snarled. You sighed and rolled up the window again; Lee stepped out of the way so you could open your door as you got out. “You, stay in the car,” he instructed Jimmy, who nodded fearfully.

The second you shut the door, Lee was pressing you back into the side of the car and staring you down. You were terrified of him, actually, but you refused to show it.

You whispered to him harshly, hoping Jimmy wouldn’t hear your exchange. “Go. Away.”

Lee chuckled, in an angry sort of way. “Givin’ some schoolboy a tug in his car, huh? In the dress I bought you? Thought you were better than that.”

“It’s none of your business,” you asserted.

“Everything that happens in this town is my business,” he replied, “and everything that happens to you is my problem.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t a jealous creep who followed me around,” you hissed.

Jimmy stepped out of the car, and both of you turned to look back at him.

“Everything alright?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if he was asking you or Lee.

“Can’t say that it is,” the Sheriff shook his head. “Way I see it, this is public indecency for the both of you.”

“Sir, we didn’t mean to—”

“I’ll let you off with a warning,” Lee told Jimmy with a disappointed frown.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” you mumbled.

“Not you,” he turned back to you with a sigh. “I'm afraid I'll have to detain you. Can't give you special treatment just cause you're family.”

“What?!” you squawked.

“You heard me, girl. Hands behind your back."

“You can’t be serious,” Jimmy protested.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in your vehicle?” Lee remembered angrily, and Jimmy hesitated but obeyed.

As he cuffed your wrists, his hand drifted downward, cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

"Lee, don't…" you pleaded softly, "not here."

"Not here?” he whispered against your ear, making you shiver. “Then where, princess? You're never at home anymore. When am I s'posed to make my girl feel good, huh? When are you gonna take care of me?"

"You can take care of yourself," you grimaced.

"Oh, I do. After your ma falls asleep," he chuckled. "I get my cock off all by myself, thinking about you and your tight fuckin' hole."

You whimpered as he started to gather your skirt, rubbing his hands on your legs underneath.

"And what's this with you calling me Lee? You know it's Sheriff in public, and Daddy at home."

“I’m sorry, Sheriff, I was just—”

“Come on, let’s get you to the car,” Lee grumbled as he roughly guided you to his patrol car, all but tossing you into the back.

“Where are you gonna take her?” Jimmy asked as he leaned out of his window, not seeming to have noticed the way Lee was touching you but still obviously uncomfortable.

“Home,” was all Lee replied as he got in the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.

Of course, as he started to drive, you realized that was a lie. He drove down winding roads in tense silence, until he pulled into a clearing in the woods and turned off the engine.

“You fucked up real big tonight,” he informed you as he turned back to look at you through the caged partition.

You just looked at your skirt, that damned yellow and white gingham that had gotten you into this mess.

“Get out, get in front of the car, and bend over the hood.”

He leaned back to open the door for you from the inside, and you shivered from the sudden blast of cool night air. Lee watched you through the windshield with a dark glare as you walked around the car and laid yourself down over the hood. The metal was cold; cold enough to seep through your clothes and make you shiver. The whole world looked sideways when you saw it from this angle, but truthfully, your whole world felt completely upside down. You just waited like that for a moment— and it was the best he’d ever done to make you feel worthless, having you wait patiently for him to do what he was about to do to you.

Eventually, he stepped out with a gruff instruction not to move. When his form was no longer visible in your peripheral vision, you felt him pressed up against the back of your legs as your skirt started to slide up.

“I try to be nice to ya,” he grunted, “treat you right, buy you things. And what does it get me, huh?”

You didn’t say anything, because you were sure anything you would say would just make it worse. With your skirt flipped up completely now, you could feel the cold autumn breeze on your legs as he pulled your panties to the side.

“I’m startin’ to think that kindness doesn’t go very far with you. You like it best when I’m mean, dontcha?”

His belt made that terrible clinking sound as he opened it, and you felt his cock rubbing through your folds.

“Normally I would get you wetter first, but I think this’ll just have to do tonight.”

He pushed forward and it fucking burned. You cried out, breathing through your teeth as you tried to bear the pain. Behind your back, your nails dug into your palm.

He didn’t slow down at all, though, and fucked you faster and harder in spite of the sting. Determined to get a reaction, he slapped your ass, too.

“Daddy!” you sobbed. “It hurts!”

“You could’ve avoided it,” he yelled angrily. “It didn’t have to be like this, but you wanted to act like a fuckin’ whore, and now you’re gettin’ treated like one.”

“I’m sorry!” you cried, wet tears warming the cold metal of the car beneath you. “I’m so sorry, daddy!”

Lee grabbed your hips tighter, surely enough to bruise. Disturbingly, you felt yourself getting more aroused— it made it less painful physically, but so much more painful mentally.

“Told ya you like it rough,” he laughed. “You’re already clenchin’ on me, I can tell you’re gonna come.”

You tried to shake your head, but he was right. He reached up and pulled your hair roughly, making you yelp. Even that made a pleasant tingle run down your spine, despite the fact that it hurt so much.

“You’re so fuckin’ close, princess,” he groaned, leaning down and watching your face closely, “you’re gonna come for your daddy, right fuckin’ now.”

You heard a twig snap before you knew what it was. "What the fuck?!" another voice called out.

It was Jimmy, standing off just a few feet away in disbelief. You closed your eyes, unable and unwilling to look at him in this moment. Lee just sighed as he slipped out of you, stuffing his cock back into the pants of his uniform and zipping back up. "You didn't see anything, kid."

"You… you're…” Jimmy stammered, “that's your stepdaughter! The hell is wrong with you?"

"I said," Lee growled as he crossed the distance between him and Jimmy, pulling his gun from its holster and holding it under the boy’s neck, "ya didn't see nothin'."

"Don't hurt him, Lee, please!" you sobbed.

"Hey!" Lee yelped, turning back to look at you. "You, shut up!"

"Don't talk to her like that!" Jimmy protested. Lee responded with a swift backhanded slap, hitting Jimmy with his gun in the process.

"You'd better learn how to respect authority, son, and real damn soon before somebody hands your ass to ya. I'm not doin' nothing wrong with her, I'll have you know. She's of age, and I'm not forcin' her to do it. She likes it,” Lee bragged, “begs me for it, day and night. Frankly, I can barely keep up with her. Now, get on and mind your business, and this won't be any trouble for you."

Jimmy hesitated a little, glancing over at you for a moment. “You’re a sick bastard, Sheriff,” he sighed as he shook his head.

Lee just grinned, almost like he was proud of the title. "Tell me somethin', Timmy—"

"It's Jimmy."

"Yeah, whatever— you kissed her, didn’t ya?"

"Yes."

Lee laughed, grabbing the boy on the shoulder as if they were old chums or something. "Oh, kid, if only you knew where that mouth had been."

Jimmy looked disgusted as he glanced at you and then to the ground, before turning away to storm off into the woods. Lee seemed so proud of himself as he walked back to you, pushing you down since you’d started to lean up off the car.

"Now, where were we?" he purred.

"I hate you," you sobbed, "I hate you!"

"Oh yeah, that's right— you were about to come all over my fuckin’ cock."

He quickly got himself back out and shoved into you again, hard and brutal thrusts slamming your hips forward painfully.

"I'd better not catch you with another stupid fuckin’ boy," he growled. "You don't know how mean I can be, little girl. You don't know everything I could do to them… you don't know everything I could do to you."

You tried your best to apologise again but the strength of your sobs made you nearly unintelligible. Worse, you were so close to coming that you were starting to see stars.

"You're mine now, ya hear?" he moaned against your ear. "Nobody else in this town is gonna touch you, or they'll have to answer to me. Don't even want 'em lookin' atcha."

Your orgasm made your legs feel like jelly, your whole body going limp as all the energy to fight left you. He kept fucking you strong and fast, overstimulating the most sensitive places inside you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your thoughts became fuzzy and distant, and all you could feel was overwhelming pleasure buzzing under your skin.

"Yours," you moaned weakly, "just yours, daddy…"

"Fuck, gonna come," he warned you, "gonna fill you up, sweetheart."

You nodded, the danger of that prospect feeling distant and abstract, while the best parts of it felt so close and tangible. He groaned as he pumped his load into you, thick and hot and warming you from the inside out. When he finally slowed to a stop and pulled out, you could feel a gush of it leak out of your opening and run down your thigh.

Silently, he uncuffed your wrists and helped you up off the car, sliding into the backseat with you with a quiet shut of the door behind him. Something about the overwhelming sensations of it all, and the way it went from so loud to so quiet in just a moment, and his sudden switch from cruel to gentle, made your eyes water until you couldn't help but bawl. You threw yourself into his arms and sobbed, clutching at his chest.

"I'm so sorry, daddy," you whimpered, "I didn't mean to do anything wrong…"

"Shh, it's okay, sweet girl," he cooed as he stroked your back soothingly. "You know I only get upset like that cause I want the best for you."

"I know," you sighed, "I just wanted to be normal, you know? Have a boyfriend like the other girls do, somebody I could marry someday."

"I get it," he nodded, "I don't blame you. I wish we could leave this place, and start over where nobody knows where we are. But you know I couldn't leave Knockemstiff… not when I'm about to win this election."

"If you can win here, maybe you can win somewhere else," you suggested.

He turned to look at you, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. "You sayin you wanna run away with me, princess?"

"Umm…" you stalled.

"I know you wanna get away from your ma. Hell, so do I. You understand why I needed a wife though— people trust men with wives more," he explained matter-of-factly, "and not wives that are more than 20 years younger than them."

"So it was all a way to get reelected?"

"I was lonely too. Marriage didn't fix that though. You did."

You looked up at him and couldn't believe the way you felt when you did. Sometimes you hated him even more than you did before he married your mother, but at times like this, you loved him in a way you'd never loved anybody before. You wondered if maybe hating somebody like that sometimes was just the way love worked.

"Come on, sweet girl, let's go home," he suggested softly, kissing you on the forehead.

You nodded as he got out of the back and returned to the driver’s seat, starting the car. Laying down, you watched the tops of the trees through the window— though it was quite dark out and there wasn’t a lot to see— and felt your eyelids get heavy. Drifting to sleep, you dreamt in vivid colors of abstract things that you could never explain with words if you tried; though you couldn’t have known it, Lee watched you sleep in the rearview mirror, and did some dreaming of his own.

Midnight snacks; the least of your many bad habits.

You emerged from your room in your summer nightgown— which meant it was as thin as it needed to be for the heat outside— and stepped carefully over the floorboards you knew to creak the loudest as you made your clandestine trek to the mint-colored refrigerator.

As you moved through the living room to get to your destination, you jumped when a figure shifted in the darkness. Realizing it was Lee, you relaxed (mostly).

"You scared me," you giggled. "What are you doing on the couch?"

He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head and looking a little exhausted. "Uh, nothing… what are you doing up?”

“Just getting a snack,” you admitted, “hope you don’t mind.”

“Don’t stop on my account. I was thinkin’ of a beer anyways,” he shrugged, following you to the fridge as you opened it. His shirtlessness was a little distracting as he stood behind you, looking over your shoulder and reaching around to grab the glass bottle. Settling on a leftover slice of cake wrapped in saran, you set your bounty on the counter while Lee opened and took a sip of his drink.

“Is it good?” he asked you once you’d acquired a fork and scooped a bite of the sweet, sugary dessert into your mouth.

You nodded, smiling but trying to keep your lips together to avoid spitting the food out. It was a few days old but somehow it tasted better than it had when it was fresh— maybe it was that it was cold on a hot night, or maybe it was that you’d had to navigate a nauseatingly-boring baby shower in order to get some the first time. Your mother insisted on dragging you along to all kinds of ridiculous community events like that.

Your next bite was more ambitious, because you weren’t exactly worried about eating in a ladylike manner when it was past midnight and you were eating cake in your pyjamas.

“You got some frostin’ on your nose,” Lee informed you— but before you could wipe it off, he took his finger and swiped it right on the tip of your nose. You felt yourself blush a bit as he licked the blue cream off of his finger. “It’s sweet,” he announced, “but maybe that’s just you.”

As warmth bloomed in your chest from his kindness (even if it was cheesy), you felt a little bolder to press him about what was actually going on.

“Why were you really on the couch?” you asked softly.

He paused for a second, taking a long, slow sip of beer as he thought, but finally answered. “I got kicked out of the bed. Your ma… well, she doesn't handle rejection very well it seems."

"Rejection…?" you encouraged, feeling a bit nervous suddenly.

"I wouldn't sleep with her,” he clarified. “And now I'm sleepin’… here."

You swallowed, even though you weren’t eating at that exact moment. "Why… why wouldn't you sleep with her?"

He smirked a little. "Sweetheart, once you've had a taste of rare meat, you never go back to well done."

The comparison to meat was demeaning, even if you came out on the flattering end of the metaphor. Still, you took pity on him as you saw how uncomfortable the couch looked.

"You could sleep in my bed, you know,” you offered awkwardly. “I mean, it's not as big as yours but… it's definitely bigger than the couch…"

He smiled at you in a way that made you wonder if you'd made a mistake. "You're too sweet, darlin'. Even for your own good."

The rest of your cake and his beer was forgotten as you walked with each other to your bedroom, now both of you avoiding the creakiest boards. You couldn’t ignore the way he shut the door behind you as quietly as possible— another reminder that, though neither of you were saying it, that this was the sort of thing you didn’t want to be overheard. The secrecy of it all made your spine tingle, and you liked it. Who knew a good girl like you would learn to love breaking the rules so much?

It wasn't as strange as you'd expected to have him in your bed. A little cramped, maybe, but also oddly nice. He cuddled up to you, and you felt small but safe in his arms. When his lips pressed against the back of your neck, you whimpered softly; and when his fingers started to trail down between your legs, you moaned a bit louder.

"Gotta be quiet, pretty girl, don't want anybody else in the house hearin' ya…"

You'd never known how good it could feel to be touched until Lee touched you. His fingers found every delicate spot and slowly took you apart until it became near impossible to stay quiet. So quickly after invading your body, he invaded your mind as well, and now he was all you could think about. Not just in moments like this, disturbingly, but damn-near all the time. It wasn’t that you forgot everything you hated about him, but more that you forgot how to feel the hate and instead could only logically try to convince yourself to hate him still. Logic was long gone, though, as he kissed your shoulder and pushed two thick fingers into you.

"You're so wet, honey, you're gonna spoil me," he purred softly against your ear. "Want me to love ya good, sweet girl?"

You nodded quickly, smiling wide.

He smiled back as rolled you onto your back and slipped between your legs, pushing his pyjama pants down. You preened when you felt his cock start to slide over your pussy. When he suddenly pushed in, you gasped and arched your back.

"Shh," he soothed, "it's okay, baby, you can take it. You're so good, princess, my good girl…"

You whimpered but kept mostly quiet as he thrusted deeper, nearly all the way in. Was he always going to be this much of a challenge to take?

"Keep those legs open real wide, honey, show me how bad you want it," he purred.

Your head craned up to watch his cock disappearing inside you, only to fall back again as he pulled back and pushed in, over and over, fucking you slow but deep.

"Daddy," you whimpered softly, "feels so good, please don't stop…"

He kissed you, cradling your face in his hands. "Not gonna stop, princess, 'm right here, not gonna letcha go…"

You clutched at his shoulders, feeling so full that it almost hurt but you loved it, god you loved it more than you could’ve ever believed. You loved the feeling of him inside you, like you were made for each other. You loved his little breaths and moans, and knowing it was because of you that he felt good. You loved it, even, when he went a bit too deep and your arms shot up to push him back, only for him to grab your wrists and hold your hands above your head.

"My girl," he whispered into your ear, "my girl, my girl, my girl."

And shockingly enough, you loved being his girl.

"I love you, daddy," you sighed, so quiet that you were afraid he wouldn't hear you. But he did.

"Say it again," he requested.

"I love you," you repeated, "I love you so much, daddy."

"I love you too, princess," he answered with a smile, "more than you can imagine."

He kissed you as his thrusts gained some speed, your walls already fluttering each time he pushed all the way in. You knew he felt it because you could tell that he was still smiling into the kisses he placed on your neck and shoulders. You knew he was close, too, because it was his cock beginning to swell and flex within you that pushed you over the edge. He helped you stay quiet by wrapping his hand around your neck and tightening until you started to see stars. It made everything stronger, so much so that it quickly became overwhelming as tears quickly began to pour down the sides of your face.

He was quick to comfort you though, relaxing his grip and wiping the tears away with reverently-whispered praises.

“Don’t pull out yet, daddy,” you requested softly, wrapping your legs around his hips when you felt that he was trying to pull back. “I like feeling you inside me…”

He kissed you again, gripping your thigh tight, and stayed that way until you finally agreed that he could go— and who were you to say how long you made him wait? It felt too good to let him go so soon, even if he was exhausted. As soon as you nodded, though, he was slipping out and sighing.

"Fuck it, I'm not gonna wait any longer," he groaned as he laid back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling, "I wanna make you mine for good."

You laid your head on his shoulder, looking up at him and admiring the little details of his face that you could only see when you were this close. "I thought you said you'd never leave Knockemstiff."

"I don't think I have to. What's the point of bein' the Sheriff if I can't marry who I want?"

You bit your lip a little before replying to that. "You really wanna marry me?"

"Of course I do, princess,” he smiled proudly, looking back at you. “Might have to wait a while if I'm s'posed to save up for another one of them diamond rings…"

"I don't need one, long as I have you," you decided confidently.

"You're too good to me, sweetheart," he smirked, kissing your temple softly. "Can't wait to spoil you the way you deserve."

“How’s that?” you pressed, drawing abstract shapes onto his chest with your fingertip.

“A bigger bed than this,” he laughed. “A nice car— if you want your own, that is. You know I’d love to have you shotgun with me in the patrol car as much as I can.”

“You’d really get me a car?”

“Of course, after a little while. What kind would you want?”

“A red one. A real glossy red one.”

“Alright,” he smirked. “How about I getcha somethin’ else fancy— pearls, maybe? A girl like you deserves to wear pearls every day.”

“You think I’d look good in them?”

“Mm, especially if you weren’t in much else.”

“Okay, I could wear pearls if you bought them for me. Maybe I’ll be one of those wives who’s wearing pearls and heels when her husband gets home from work.”

“Fuck, talkin’ like that’ll get me hard again, princess,” he groaned. “Anythin’ else you want?”

“...I want a baby,” you admitted softly, embarrassed to even say it.

“I’ll put one in ya right now, sweetpea,” he purred. “Well, maybe not right now, I need a minute or two but… I could’ve already gotten you pregnant, you know. I’m no good at pullin’ out when it comes to you and that tight little pussy.”

“Is it strange if I sort of hope you did? Get me pregnant already, I mean.”

“Not at all,” he shook his head, “at least not to me. But I’m a little stranger than most.”

“Yes, that’s the impression I get,” you giggled.

“Maybe it’s strange that I think you’d look beautiful pregnant, all round and glowin’, with my baby in ya…” he trailed off, clearly imagining it.

“Maybe it’s strange that I think you’re the most handsome man in all of Ohio,” you winked, snuggling up closer to him.

“That is most certainly strange,” Lee laughed.

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut #dark!lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x you

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augustinianpapers · 3 years ago

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the riddler’s newfound passion (for writing and the batman)

(IMPLIED BATMAN 2022 SPOILERS)

i was SO BORED in class that i wrote this horrible piece of fiction (inspired by a tiktok made by @/generallynerdy0)

all the indented text is the riddler’s fanfic

🂡

The Batman stands intimidatingly on the rooftop, scouting for the frightened Riddler.

The Riddler pauses, backspaces. Frightened isn’t a good word to describe him.

The Batman stands intimidatingly on the rooftop, scouting for the evasive Riddler. Tall, brooding, handsome– his presence is almost enough to coax the Riddler out of his hiding spot. But he can’t reveal himself. Not yet.

Although…

Leaving the Batman guessing would be a genius move.

“I could go for a coffee,” the Riddler says to himself.

He fires his perfect shot, scrambles down the fire escape and to the diner downstairs.

“I’d like a cappuccino!” he says to the waiter behind the counter, taking the seat on the stool closest to the door.

“Coming right up, sir,” the waiter replies.

The Riddler smiles to himself.

“You keepin’ up on all this Batman-Riddler business?”

He put our names in the same sentence!

“Oh, yeah.”

“Whose side you on?” The waiter�� Jimmy, his nametag reads– asks in his thick Gotham accent.

“I like to think they’re two sides of the same coin,” the Riddler whispers, leaning across the counter as his cappuccino is served. “Fighting crime, yes… but different kinds.”

Jimmy nods slowly, looking at the Riddler strangely. “Uh-huh.”

The Riddler swirls his spoon in his cappuccino, shifting the foam into a question mark. Sirens sound down the block. “Ah… it’s time for me to go. It was wonderful being served by you, Jimmy.”

“You ain’t gonna drink that?”

“Of course not! It’s a gift. My friend should be stopping by shortly.”

And with that, the Riddler leaves.

Prison is boring. Prison doesn’t have people of the Riddler’s taste. Prison doesn’t have Batman. But at least he does. In his heart, he holds Batman close, despite his betrayal. The Riddler can forgive his clouded judgement; all heroes have moments of weakness. It’s part of what keeps them grounded in the eyes of the public. It’s what keeps them human.

The Riddler’s back is suddenly slammed against the brick wall of the alley, knocking the wind out of him. He looks up, an exhilarated sigh leaving his lungs as he takes in the sight of the man towering over him.

The Batman, in all his shadowy glory.

The Riddler’s legs are turning to jelly under the hero’s gaze.

“What are you doing, you slimy, villainous bastard?” Batman demands in that intense, gravelly voice the Riddler has grown to love.

“The same as you,” the Riddler grins. “Taking down the corrupt men of this city, one by one.”

“We are not the same, Riddler.”

“And that’s why I love you. We’re so similar, and yet so… so different.” he breathes.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything, Batman…” the Riddler murmurs, sliding his hands around the hero’s neck. The leather feels lovely under the pads of his fingers.

*guys listen to nude by radiohead here!! it really enhances the scene :))**

A little insert of his favorite love song never hurt anyone, right?

The Batman and the Riddler slot their mouths against each other, engaging in a passionate kiss.

“No!” Batman exclaims. “This is wrong. You’re terrorizing the city. It shouldn’t matter how hot it is that you outsmarted me!”

“Y-you really think that?” the Riddler asks, eyes shining.

Even under the mask, he can see Batman flushing. “Um… maybe…” he murmurs shyly.

“I didn’t think it was possible to love you more.”

“Kiss me again, villain.”

A/N: sorry for the cliffhanger, readers!! well, not really ;)

i’m a little tied up with some personal problems, i might

as well be in jail, that’s how long it’s taking to figure

things out. anyways, because of this, updates will be

less frequent. so sorry and thanks for reading!! <3

real a/n: i sincerely apologize for writing this i hate it but love it at the same time

also thanks to my bestie robert (not pattinson) for forcing me to post this 😟

#batman #the batman #riddler #the riddler #batman x riddler #riddler x batman #battinson #satire #the riddler def listens to radiohead #this is insanely twisted #paul dano #robert pattinson #the riddler is bad at writing dialogue

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boldlyvoid · 4 years ago

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Hypothetically | Chapter 21-24

Summary: Reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast. friends to lovers, case of the week style story.

Warnings 18+: Murderers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Blood, Guns, mentions of autopsy, Fluff, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers, bed-sharing, Riding, Unprotected Sex, Virgin Reader, Case of the Week, original crimes, Food mention, Smut, Oral Sex, Light BDSM, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, obgyn appointments and info, Home Invasion, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Emotional Manipulation, Grooming, Pedophilia mention, non-con oral (male receiving), Pregnant Sex, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Homophobia, conversion therapy

A/N; thee case in c21 is personal to me, like fictional revenge.

word count so far: 70K (chapter 1-25)

chapter 21

Having Spencer all to herself for 3 weeks straight was an experience she’ll never forget. They had the whole month of January off together, painting and re-decorating their home till it was exactly how they wanted it. It felt like home, it was theirs for real now.

Painting the bedroom green was the best idea she’s ever had. When the sun finally woke them up every morning, it wasn’t as blinding. It was paradise. The golden beams of light cast a beautiful glow around the room, it was like she was in a magic forest at the start of every day.

Spencer was laying on his back, his hair scattered on the pillow. He looked so peaceful, sleeping with his mouth wide open. Y/N was leaning on her elbow, looking down at the beautiful man she had the pleasure of spending the rest of her life with.

She brushed the hair off his face, watching his nose scrunch up as he felt her fingertips on his cheek. The sun on his face made him glow, he looked like a gift from god laying before her.

“Good morning baby,” she whispered softly. Dragging her finger along his jaw and down his neck, “we get to go to work today.”

Spencer stretched as he woke up, slipping an arm under her and pulling her into his chest. She held on tight, kissing his neck as she settled in. “Morning,” he replied. Raspy as ever.

“Wanna go get breakfast?” She asked softly.

He laughed against her skin, “gotta feed the baby.”

“And the wiiiife,” she teased.

“Not for another 11 weeks and 2 days,” he corrected her. “But yes, we should go get breakfast,” he whispered after a moment.

“Come on get up,” she replied with a big smile. He patted her ass as she peeled out of his grasp. Sitting up and stretching, taking a look down at the basketball protruding from her stomach. “Damn.”

“What?” Spencer asked.

She stood up beside the bed and pulled her shirt up, showing Spencer how big her stomach was. Turning sideways so he really got a good look at it. Spencer leaned over and kissed her right on her belly button that was beginning to pop.

“I know your ears are on in there, I love you, Matthew,” Spencer whispered against her skin.

She couldn’t stop smiling, taking a moment to rub her hands over the bump in amazement. “Hi Mr. Matty MaGoo, mommy also loves you.”

“Mr. Matty MaGoo?” Spencer laughed, looking at her with the biggest smile.

“Yes,” She laughed. “It just came to me, and it's going to stick.”

“Derek’s been calling him Mini G,” Spencer added.

“We should tell him it's Matthew, then he can be little Matty G,” Y/N swooned. “Seriously let’s go I miss everyone.”

“Okay, okay go get ready then,” he insisted, getting out of bed and dragging her to the bathroom.

—

Spencer drove, giving her a chance to look over her work emails before the day started. She was still CC’d on a bunch of VICAP things, being able to snoop on what was coming in and inspecting it.

Sometimes Mindy would CC her in just for an opinion.

Subject: Found Something. From; Mindy Patel To; SSA Y/N Y/L/N, Unit Chief SSA Aaron Hotchner, SSA-CL Jennifer Jareau

There’s been a child abduction in Arizona, I’ve pieced together some thing’s I’ve been working on in the background that might help the case if you are called in to assist. Even if you are not I believe you should take a look at this.

Mindy Patel, VICAP.

Attachment

Year: 1998 Victim 1: Emily Lawrence - 13. Kept till 16. Taken: August 3rd, 1998. Williams, AZ Found: June 10th, 2001. Camp Verde, AZ ME: decay has he placed at 48 hours postmortem when she was found - strangled, sexually assaulted long term, extensive throat damage. Never been pregnant. - COD: asphyxiation Info: good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped without care.

Year: 2001 Victim 2: Olivia Tomms - 13. Kept till 16 Taken: August 3rd, 2001. Payson, AZ Found: June 23rd, 2004. Florence, AZ ME: decay has her at about 2 weeks postmortem. - strangled, sexually assaulted long term, extensive throat damage. Never been pregnant. - COD: asphyxiation Info: good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped without care.

Year: 2004 Victim 3: Shelby Summers - 13. Kept till 16. Taken: August 3rd, 2004. Peach Springs, AZ Found: July 16th, 2007. Keams, AZ ME: decay has her at over a month postmortem. - strangled, sexually assaulted long term, extensive throat damage. Never been pregnant. - COD: asphyxiation Info: good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped without care.

Year: 2007 Victim 4: Beth Green - 11. Kept till 13 Taken: August 3rd, 2007. Saint John, AZ Found: January 13th, 2010. @ flagstaff hospital. ME: COD complications from a miscarriage. Massive blood loss. - well taken care of. Throat damage. Signs of being detained long term. Info:good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped with remorse like he didn’t want her to die, and he felt sorry because he loved her.

Newest abduction: Name: Sally Irvine - 12 Taken: February 3rd, 3pm. Middle School pick-up (missing 13 hours now) Witness Report: Italian/greek man. Early 30’s. Claimed to be her parents assistant. Sally was used to going home with random people from her parents' work. Handsome man, very charming and convincing. He wore a suit and drove a Silver Honda Civic. Rust at the back, partial plate HC8.

“Fuck,” Y/N cried silently as she scrolled through all the information, even in a compact form.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked, looking over at her with concern.

“Um,” she didn’t really know why she was reacting like this at first. Then it hit her. “Mindy sent me a case and it’s hitting a little too close to home.”

“Would you like to explain it yet? It’s okay if you want to process it alone,” Spencer comforted her easily like it was his second nature.

She let out a deep breath. “There’s a serial killer in Arizona that is kidnapping girls between 11 and 13, only keeping them 3 years. Every ME report says they have extensive internal throat damage, and 3 of the 4 found were never pregnant. This unsub is forcing them into oral for 3 years straight.”

“Fuck,” Spencer agreed. “I think we should take this one, if you can’t I would fully understand.”

“I think the unsub is my rapist.”

Spencer pulled over onto the side of the road. Putting the car in park and flashing the 4-ways. He turned to her softly and looked at her with a blank face.

“Walk me through it.”

“What?”

“If I’m going to go in there with you and tell Hotch that this is the same guy who hurt you, then you’re going to need to explain it to him and the team,” Spencer explained softly. “You’ve never even told me the full story, I don’t know anything about that summer other than the fact something happened. The first time you repeat this in front of me is going to be hard, and I don’t want you to have to do that in front of all of them.”

She couldn’t help herself from letting out a small sob, “okay.”

She took a few minutes to collect her thoughts, and calm down enough to get full words out of her mouth.

“When I was 12,” she started. “My mom went back to work, and she didn’t trust me to watch my brothers because they were rowdy and never listened to me. Like you said, they were more like my older brothers.

“My dad’s best friend, Jimmy, his wife had MS so she was home all the time. They had 3 older children and a few foster boys, she was used to lots of kids being there. And she had a pool to keep us occupied,” she bit her lip before she explained anymore.

“My mom’s birthday is June 8th. That’s when victim 1 was murdered,” was the first fact she explained that related to the case. She handed Spencer her phone so he could read and follow along.

“My dad is a Mason with the Masonic Lodge in Los Vegas, and he was becoming the master of his division on my mom's birthday that year, so we rented a hall and had a big party. Jimmy’s foster son was there, you remember Christopher Torsey? He was a freshman and I was in grade 6, about to enter grade 7, that was when the grooming started. He took me into the back room and asked if anyone had ever kissed me, I said no. He leaned in and kissed me in the dark and I was a giggly mess.

“My parents and his were really friends and he would come over all the time, our dads would drink in the backyard with our mothers till 1 in the morning most weekends. So I spent long periods of time with this boy for a few years, trusting him like a friend before he started anything. That summer he would always find a way to wander off with me, at first it was just kissing in different places where we could be alone together. Then he would touch my boobs, and he had me take my shirt off a few times.”

Spencer looked calm, but the redness in his face and the pulse in his neck told a different story. Her breathing got heavier as she had to recall it all, and she didn’t want him to be so upset.

“We worked at a local church camp together that July, we’d do crafts and sing songs and after all the kids left and we had to clean up, he’d find a way to take me to the room where they held the nativity scene out of season. He’d start kissing and touching me like normal, and then Kendra walked in once and saw and suddenly he went from obsessed with me, to disgusted, saying I came on to him and that it was all me. He was disgusted by me when we were in public, but he loved me apparently behind closed doors.”

“On August 3rd,” a tear slipped down her cheek. “The day the girls go missing. That was the first time he took me back to the shed and said ‘when two people are in love, they do things, and I love you. So you have to,’ He took his, you know, and I’d never seen one before. It was scary and I didn’t want to, I wanted to leave, but he pushed me against the wall and down to my knees.” She had to stop to take a breath, Spencer was crying silently as he watched her explain it all.

“He kept me trapped there while he did it,” she explained. “The worst part is that his parents were hosting a wedding that night, so no one could hear me basically screaming no over the music. He knew that. And so, when I complained about the sore throat the next day, my parents thought it was from all the singing.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, he looked at her with so much love and sadness, she knew he loved her. She reached across the centre console and wiped the tears off his face, pecking his lips softly before sitting back to continue.

“The dates match up, he was Italian, they’re all 11-13 with throat damage,” she ran it down. “It’s him.”

Spencer licked his lips, wiping the tears off his face before taking a deep breath. “Okay, let’s go tell Hotch.”

Aaron stood up from his desk after Y/N explained the situation, walking up close to her with a sad smile on his face, “this was a very hard thing to come forward with. How would you like to participate in the investigation?” He was soft with her for the first time, it was surreal.

“Um, I’d like to come with you to Arizona,” she said softly. “when Garcia finds him, I’d like to be the one to interview him.”

“Do you think that is a wise idea?” He asked softly.

“When I was 16, years after everything happened. I went to Jimmy’s house for an event, and Christopher was there, and I went to his room. I was so desperate for the bullying to stop. For the lies, he had told about me to go away, that I went in there and apologized to him,” her voice almost disappeared as she got to the end of the sentence. Crying in disbelief. “2 years later he started abducting. I apologized to my rapist and he started kidnapping girls. I need to look him in the eyes and find out why he did it.”

“Okay, let’s tell the team.”

Y/N and Garcia spent an hour building the case files and compiling all the data they had on Christopher Torsey. Joining the team in the briefing room, where Spencer had already relayed the events to the team. Y/N didn’t need to describe it all 3 times in 2 hours.

She passed all the folders out, trying to avoid the looks the team gave her. They were sorry, they respected her, they wanted revenge for her. She knew it all came from a place of love, however, she hated being perceived by others.

It was a trauma thing. For so long people had the wrong idea about her, she was bullied and put down, and hated for no reason. She hates any form of attention, the glances and staring, the whispers of rumours being told as fact. It was stressful.

“Before we start,” she started softly. “Thank you in advance for your concerns, but I’ve been in therapy for 10 years. I’m very happy, this is gonna fuckin’ suck, but at the end of the day I’m coming home to a man who loves me, a baby on the way, and the best friends I can ask for. He’s going to prison. I win.”

Derek smiled at her, “that’s my girl. What did you find?”

“Christopher Torsey was born in November of 1979. His father was extremely abusive, he was in the ER a lot by the time he was 11. His mother killed herself in front of him when he was 12, he also watched his father rape his mother according to his child therapist,” Garcia started. Not knowing how to say the next part without Y/N crying.

“He uh, he said that his dad would tell his mom to be quiet. That-uh, I’m sorry, shouldn’t you say this?”

Y/N stepped in without a second thought. “He said that his father would hold the fact that he loved her over her head to force her into having sex with him. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“He’s our guy for sure. Do we have an address?” Prentiss asked.

“Yeah, he lives in a double-wide trailer in Cottonwood. Near the back with his own access to the main road,” Y/N explained. “I knew he moved to Arizona when Jimmy finally kicked him out. I haven’t heard from him in years.”

“Y/N is coming with us, wheels up in 20.”

—

Cottonwood PD waited for them to arrive before apprehending him. They were concerned that he would run, with his access to the woods and a four-wheeler in his possession, it was a matter of boxing him in quietly with a backup plan in place and men on the ground.

“Can I suggest something?” Y/N cut into the Police Chief and Hotch’s conversation.

“Sure.”

“Um, what if I walk up in our civilian clothes, and just pretend that we’re there to rub it in his face that I'm happy and in love,” Y/N suggested. “I can wear a wire, you can be in a surveillance van listening in. You’ll be right there if we see Sally or sense something’s up.”

“Are you sure you can do that?” Hotch asked her.

“I am,” she turned to Spencer, “if you can control your temper you can come. If not, I’ll show up with Derek and still rub it in his face that someone loves me now.”

Spencer sighed deeply as he contemplated it. “I’ll kill him,” he admitted. “Take Derek.”

“Let’s get suited up,” Derek patted Spencer’s shoulder. “I won’t let him hurt her again. Don’t worry.”

“I know.” Spencer looked disappointed.

Everyone left the room, leaving Spencer and Y/N alone. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug resting her face against his chest. He softly held her in return, rubbing his hands along her back with his cheek on her head.

“I love you, forever and always,” She reminded him. “And I know how much you love me, believe me. I wouldn’t have been able to do this if I didn’t truly believe Chris was wrong.”

She pulled back when she felt a tear on her head. She wiped it softly with her thumb as he leaned his cheek into her palm. “I am loveable, and you love me. I win.”

He laughed softly, “I won too.”

She pulled him into a soft kiss, “I’ll be back in your arms soon.”

“I’ll be in the van watching the whole time, I love you so much,” he added for good measure.

She smiled as she walked away, throwing a fist in the air like the end of the breakfast club. Knowing full well he’d never get the reference. JJ on the other hand, laughed as she followed with Spencer.

They changed into regular clothes, getting in a car from the impound lot and following the surveillance van. Morgan was quiet, Y/N knew he wanted to talk to her, to go over the plan, but he didn’t know how to. The wire wouldn’t be on till they walked out, giving Y/N and Derek their privacy if he ever chose to speak.

“Did you ever confront your guy?” Y/N asked.

He nodded, “Carl Buford. I got to show him who I am now, that I put men like him behind bars. That I’ll always win.”

“Is it a good feeling?”

Derek set his hand palm up on the centre console, looking at her softly as if to ask her to take it. She interlocked their fingers, he rubbed his thumb against her skin.

“You’re right, it fucking sucks. The original pain never goes away, but there is a content feeling knowing he won’t get to hurt another person, that he might get his ass kicked in prison,” he smiled that beautiful Derek smile. “I’ll always be here for when you need someone who gets it.”

“Thank you,” she smiled.

They pulled into the trailer park slowly, separating from the team as they approached Christopher’s trailer. “Just pretend you’re Spencer, treat me the way he would. I know Spencer tells you everything, go off of memory of what he’s said about me.”

“You know he tells me everything?” Derek asked softly, laughing a little to himself.

“Because he also tells me everything,” she smirked. “When he’s tired and he rambles, he tells me about his whole day and that includes when he asks you for advice.”

“You two are gross,” he smiled. “I hope I can replicate it.”

“Come on,” she laughed, getting out of the car and waiting for Derek at the hood.

She took his hand before walking up to the door, a hand on her belly to make it look bigger. Really wanting to show off that she was in a better place than he was.

She knocked, 3 times, stepping back so he could open the door. She didn’t feel scared, she felt anxious in excitement to watch Derek take him to the floor.

“Y/N?” She heard his voice for the first time in 13 years. “What are you doing here?”

“My therapist suggested that I come here and show you someone actually did end up loving me, regardless of what you said,” she explained.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he panicked, flashing his eyes back and forth between her and Derek.

“I can come in and explain it for you if you’d like?” Y/N smiled. “You’ve got nothing to hide I assume? I’m just wildly obsessed with you and a liar right? That’s what you told everyone so I wouldn’t be able to say you forced my head on your dick with the promise that you loved me.”

“I- I uh,” he stuttered. Starting to shake lightly.

“That’s what you do to all the girls, isn’t it, Chris?” Derek cut in, pulling the screen door open and watching as Christopher ran to the back of the house. “We got a runner!!” He announced to the wire.

Y/N didn’t run after him, she knew the team had him. She walked through the house to watch from the back door. Only to find Spencer stiff-arming him.

Christopher flipped over Spencer’s arm, hitting the ground before Spencer was on top of him. Spencer punched him in the face, once, twice, three times before he stopped. Sitting over the unconscious man as he caught his breath. Everyone just watched him. He rolled Christopher over, cuffed him and walked away into the woods.

Y/N carefully jogged into the yard, passing the bleeding and groaning asshole she used to know as she ran after Spencer. He was walking too fast, and he didn’t look like he was going to stop.

“Spencer Walter Reid!” She yelled at him as if she was his mother. “Stop.”

He stopped abruptly, huffing as he did so. He only turned around to face her when she finally caught up to him. “Don’t touch me yet,” he instructed her.

“Okay,” she stopped a foot in front of him. “Look at me, breathe. In and out.” She used her hands as she motioned a breath in, and a release out. She repeated it 4 times, watching him do the same.

“Can I hug you now?” She asked softly.

He nodded, stepping into her space and wrapping himself around her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It was actually really appreciated,” she laughed. “I was debating if having a baby at 22 weeks was worth punching him in the face a few times.”

Spencer laughed softly into her shoulder. Squeezing her in his grasp as he breathed her in. “I love you.”

“I love you, more,” she smiled against his neck before pressing a soft kiss to his ever-beating pulse. “Let’s go see the team, come on.”

Y/N was adamant about searching the trailer with the team. Going to the surveillance van for a vest and gloves while Christopher was taken to the police station, and Spencer had his hand wrapped up.

It still smelled like him in there. The smell of his detergent mixed with smoke from the fireplace. It never changed. She noticed his PlayStation was on, he was still interested in games. He still slept with the brown comforter that was on his bed when she was 12. It was worn down, holes gathered at the bottom as it was almost see-through now.

She opened the closet to see a very large metal safe in its place. She took a deep breath, looking at the keypad to see what numbers had been worn down the most, guessing his password.

0803

It popped open, it made her feel sick to her stomach. As she opened it, she heard the muffled screams behind duck tape. Sally Irvine was tied up, hunched over in a tiny metal box while he played GTA.

She wanted to kill him.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” she shushed the girl. “Sally, my name is Y/N. We’re here to take you home, you're safe now.”

Y/N took the tape off Sally’s mouth softly, the girl sobbed immediately. Not able to say a single thing as Y/N untied her and held Sally in her arms. Sally hugged her back as tight as she could, sobbing into her shirt as Y/N rocked her back and forth. Crying along with her.

“He did it to me when I was 12 too,” Y/N whispered.

Sally pulled back and looked at her with puffy eyes, “really?” She asked. Her voice low and scratchy.

“JJ can you get some water?” She called behind her. “Yes. I was his first.”

“Y/N,” the girl repeated. “That’s what he called me?”

She couldn’t stop the sick feeling in her gut, “let’s get you out of here.” She changed the topic, helping the little girl to her feet and to an ambulance.

Y/N smiled at her as she dropped her off with the EMTs, walking off into the woods as quickly as she could. She leaned over, holding her own hair back as she threw up on the ground.

She swatted away at the hand rubbing her back suddenly, continuing to hurl in the bushes as she heard them behind her, shushing her. She wiped her hand on her mouth before she calmed herself down.

She sighed and turned around to see Morgan. His arms were open for her to hug him, she buried her face in his chest as she cried. Not able to fully process all the information she just heard.

“Let’s get you home,” Derek whispered. Escorting her back to the car, she was done for the day.

chapter 22

Valentine’s day had come and gone by the time they finished their most recent case. Landing in Quantico very late on the 16th of February. Everyone departed the plane slowly, half asleep after the 3-hour flight.

“Did you guys miss any plans?” Y/N asked JJ and Emily as they walked together.

“Yeah,” Emily sighed, “I uh, I’ve been seeing someone.”

“Since when?” JJ asked, both her and Y/N suddenly not tired at all. They stopped on the tarmac and stared at her.

“Um, a few months now,” She blushed.

“Was this the sin to win weekend?” Y/N asked softly.

Emily nodded, “what’s sin to win?” JJ asked just as quietly.

“It’s a weekend for gay people in Atlantic City,” Emily replied. “It’s an easy way to mingle in a safe space.”

“Oh,” JJ was shocked. “Oh, so you’re, and you too?” She pointed at both of them as the information was processed.

Y/N and Emily smiled at her and laughed. “Bi? Yes,” Y/N replied.

“I’m still not sure,” Emily added. She sighed deeply, shaking her head as she tried to speak again. “I’ve never really enjoyed male company? It feels more like a performance than a relationship.”

“I mean good for you for noticing that now, if it wasn’t for Spencer I’d be in the same boat,” Y/N smirked at her. “He’s more than just a pretty face.”

“Wow,” JJ was shocked. “I would’ve never known.”

Emily placed her hand on JJ’s back, leading her towards the charter back to headquarters, “oh you poor, poor, heterosexual woman.”

“She has a cat, she cuts her bangs when she’s stressed and she bites her fingernails,” Y/N explained to JJ as they picked their seats. “She likes pussy, JJ.”

Emily smacked her arm lightly, all of them laughing hysterically. The boys walked onto the bus to their cackling, desperately wanting to know what was so funny.

“I was just telling them, I met someone and I’d like for you to all meet her soon,” Emily explained to the rest of the team. “I think you’ll really like her.”

“No way,” Derek smiled, high-fiving her. “Congrats dude, welcome to the dark side.”

“You too?” JJ was shocked. “Okay, put your hand up if you’re a straight person,” she stretched her arm into the air. Hotch and Rossi joined her.

“Really?” Spencer and Y/N looked at each other with excitement.

“What the fuck?” JJ was dumbfounded. “How did I not know this?”

“It just never came up before,” Derek shrugged. “Tell us more about this girlfriend of yours, Prentiss.”

“Or,” Y/N cut in. “you could bring her to Vegas in April.”

“Why?” Emily smirked at her.

“If you’re all free on April 23rd,” She teased them along. “Spencer and I would like you to come to our wedding at my parent’s house.”

“Oh!” JJ and Emily freaked, “holy shit!”

“So, you guys are in?” She laughed.

“Yeah!”

For 2 in the morning, the bus was the most excited they had ever been. And Penelope didn’t even join them on this trip. Normally it was her making this kind of excitement, Y/N basked in the happiness that filled the bus.

They discussed little details on the way to their cars, standing in the garage for a good 15 minutes as they planned the dates they’d need to arrange to have off. Hotch knew he could pull some strings to use everyone’s vacation time for a few days.

They exchanged hugs before breaking apart for the night. Planning to return around noon that same day. Giving them a sweet 9 hours of peace and quiet.

“We still need to invite Penelope,” Spencer whispered when they were halfway home. Interrupting the silence that Y/N was enjoying.

Y/N laughed softly, watching him drive with a smile on his face. “I only told the rest of them because Penelope somehow hacked into my calendar app, to plan a baby shower around my schedule, and saw the plans.”

“Of course,” he nodded along.

“So yeah,” she smiled. “She’s told me that she wants to throw me a baby shower/bachelorette party now.”

“That would be nice,” Spencer agreed, squeezing her thigh where his hand was always glued to her.

“If we even get more time off before the wedding, I’m crossing every appendage on my body in the hopes all the psychos take the day off!” She laughed, twisting her arms and legs in a demonstration.

He laughed, leaning against the wheel as he tried to keep his focus on the road. “I love you.”

“You better!” She teased him.

It went quiet again. She could hear the tires on the sandy slush. The grinding of pressure as the snow compressed into the tire tread. Small rocks being flicked up from the wheels, smacking the underbelly of the car as they approached their house.

She sighed as she saw the place, the beautiful green door illuminated by the porch light. Screaming ‘welcome home!’ As they pulled into the parking spot.

Sleep surprisingly came easier to her the more pregnant she got. She was used to laying on her left side now, she actually preferred it, because it means that every morning when she woke up, the sun came in just perfectly to make Spencer glow.

The alarm on Spencer’s table started to beep letting them know it was 10:30. She softly watched him roll over and smacked the machine before turning back to her and closing his eyes once more.

“No.”

She huffed in a silent laugh, getting closer to kiss the tip of his nose. “Time to wake up,” she whispered between kisses spread across his face.

He was trying his best not to smile as she peppered his skin with kisses. Pushing him onto his back so she had more skin to cover. It had been a while since they did anything together.

Between the cases and the baby, and everything Spencer learned about her past trauma. He’s been a little distant, and it was starting to make her worry. Dr. Korrapati promised that this sudden burst of anxiety was normal at this stage of pregnancy. It was what contributed the most to the nesting phase, but it still scared her.

She wanted to kiss him, to run her hand down his chest and palm over his boxers until she couldn’t take it anymore. So she did, just a little more seductively.

She moaned softly as she kissed the patch of skin under his ear and down his neck softly. She dragged her fingers over his skin, looping around his nipple as she sucked on his neck. She lifted her leg lightly over his, trying to get some friction between her legs as she kissed him.

“We should probably just go to work,” Spencer softly interjected.

She sighed, dropping her forehead against his shoulder and letting her shoulders slouch.

“I’m not broken!” She sat straight up as she yelled at him. “Can I please just fuck my boyfriend? I have been horny for Weeks,” she wasn’t sure where the sudden burst of emotion came from.

“Oh,” he sat up too, resting his hand on her back softly. “I didn’t realize you wanted to after everything, and the baby? You’ve had a rough few months.”

She laughed lightly, “Spence, of course I do?”

She looked at him softly, cupping his jaw in her hand. “I’ve had to process my trauma before. Yes, it’s still bothering me, and yes I have new trauma that I need to address with my therapist. But,” she emphasized. “I am a woman with needs, and one of those needs is getting railed before work by Doctor Reid.”

“You’re one hundred percent sure?” Spencer asked again.

She smiled and nodded, pushing him back down against the pillows. She resumed her last position, putting her leg between his so they could grind lightly and make out. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll ask you to stop.”

“Okay,” Spencer looked up at her, brushing her hair behind her ear as she hovered over him. “I love you.”

“Prove it,” she teased him, leaning in and kissing his neck again.

He reached behind her to grab her ass, she had noticed his hands gravitating there more as she gained pregnancy weight. She wasn’t complaining either, the way his hands felt on her skin was glorious.

He was putty in her hands, tilting his head to the side so she could kiss, lick and suck wherever she so pleased. She reached her free hand into his hair while he other kept her steady, in the perfect spot to grind against his boney hip.

He was all gasps and heavy breaths underneath her, she raised her leg lightly dragging it over his hardening erection before putting herself back in place. Just wanting to see how far along he was.

She rolled onto her back then, laying flat, waiting for him. He pushed his underwear to his ankles as he flipped on top of her. She was nothing but giggles as Her Spencer came out to play.

Opening her legs, she greeted him back into her grasp as he hovered over her. Both hands planted against the pillow as he looked down at her. His hair falling into his eyes, she pushed his hair back behind his ears.

“You might need a haircut soon,” she teased him, biting her lip softly.

“Shhh,” he whispered.

She took his right hand from beside her head, gripping him by the wrist and guiding him towards her mouth. Taking his middle and ring finger in, sucking on the digits softly. Making him release a sound she’s never heard before.

She looped her tongue around his fingers, spreading them lightly as she licked a stripe through them. Feeling his skin against her teeth, which only seemed to excite him more.

She pulled off with a pop, he looked mesmerized by the trail of spit that connected her bottom lip to his wet fingers. “Fuck,” he gasped as his breathing hitched.

“You know where to put them,” she whispered up at him, staring into his eyes as she bit her lip.

He kissed her quickly, pulling her forward so he could get the t-shirt she was still wearing off her body, throwing it off the bed as he kissed her neck, sucking a mark into the skin as he pushed his hand into her panties.

“Jesus,” he whispered against her neck as he felt how wet she was. “You weren’t kidding.”

Making her twitch slightly as he used the two fingers that were just in her mouth, to drag up and down on her clit. Rubbing it back and forth between the two knuckles.

“Fuck,” she breathed out as she gripped his hair. Palming his scalp while he kept kissing her neck.

She could feel him grinding against the bed as he kissed her, moaning against the space under her ear as he quickened his finger movements.

“I need you to fuck me, like yesterday,” she panted against his mouth, licking his bottom lip after.

He pulled away from her then, lifting her hips to drag her panties down. Keeping them on one of her ankles as he gripped the base of his cock and sat on his knees.

The sight between her legs was phenomenal. The glow of the sun on the lake through the windows as Spencer stroked himself in front of her.

Suddenly, he took both of her knees in his hands. Pushing them to her chest slightly before flipping her over. Extending her hips as he held her ass up. Kissing each cheek softly before straightening his posture.

“Ready?” He asked, she wasn’t expecting it.

Her face pressed into the pillow as she tried to find the best position to support herself. Pushing her hips back in a silent yes. He understood her body language, lining himself up with her and slowly pushing in.

She pushed back against him as well, moaning as she took all of him. “Finally,” she sighed, wiggling against his hips.

He gripped her hips, pushing her off abruptly before slamming back in. She was shocked, letting out a gasped moan as he fucked into her. Taking the instructions too literally, railing her.

She had never been that loud before in her life. Concerned Rossi would be able to hear them from across the lake, but it didn’t stop her. Only enticing him to keep it up.

She pressed her face into the pillow more as she attempted to reach her clit. She couldn’t, “fuck, Spence?”

“Yeah?” He slowed.

She took his hand off her hip, “can’t reach.” Her breath was erratic as she tried to explain.

“Aw poor bunny,” he teased her, slowing to a grind as his fingers ghosted over her clit. “Can’t get yourself off anymore?”

“Please daddy?” She let it slip, feeling his cock twitch inside of her as she did.

He leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. “Tell daddy what you want, use your big girl words.”

She pushed back against him, raising herself from the pillow to look over her shoulder at him. “I was going to say breed me, daddy.” She teased, watching his entire personality change. “But it looks like you already did.”

He licked his lips, pushing his hair out of his face as he shook his head at her. “You’re going to regret that.”

She pressed her face back into the pillow and perched her ass back more, ever the invitation. He ran his hand softly over her asscheek, slapping it before he started to fuck her again, reaching around to rub her clit, like she asked, ever so nicely.

They found their rhythm then, pushing against each other in just the right way. Between her deep breathing and the moans she released, the only other thing she could only hear was the sound of their skin slapping together as Spencer fucked her harder than ever before.

“Fuck, sweet Jesus I love your cock,” she praised him, punching into the pillow as she pushed herself back into him, on all 4’s now.

Using his free hand, he spread his fingers through her hair. Gripping her at the roots and pulling her head back as he slammed into her.

“Yes, daddy,” Y/N panted as she felt herself get closer to the edge. “Right there.”

“Cum for me bunny,” he instructed her, “let me fill your perfect little cunt.”

She came with a shout, pushing back against him as his words pushed her over the edge. Not being able to ever say no to that man, feeling his hips shake as he tried to fuck her through his own orgasm.

He pulled out, flipping her limp body back over so she could lay on her back, releasing the pressure on her stomach. Legs still spread as he observed his handiwork, scooping it up with his fingers and pushing it back inside of her. Making her clench up at the feeling.

“Spence-“

“Too much?” He smirked down at her.

She nodded, catching her breath as he just sat there. Still, on his knees, cock now soft and resting against his leg. She preached herself up on her forearms, shaking her head at him as she bit her lip.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” She asked him.

“I have no idea,” he laughed. “But hypothetically,” he bit his lip and raised his eyebrow. “I wouldn’t mind revisiting that on a later date.”

She laughed, dropping back against the sheets. “Me either.”

—

She waddled from the car to the elevator. A mixture of pregnancy and over-extending her hips, exercising with Spencer. Lamaze class more specifically, if anyone asked.

“I should really start calling you ducky,” Spencer whispered in the elevator.

“I hate you,” she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

“Really?” He teased her, “because if I recall 27 minutes and 15 seconds ago when you were saying ‘fuck, sweet Jesus, I love your cock,’” he whispered into her ear.

The elevator doors opened as her jaw dropped, “notice how I specified which part, Doctor Reid?” She answered abruptly, walking out towards her coworkers.

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” He said as he followed her. Making everyone turn around to see them.

“What’s going on?” Morgan noticed it first.

“Nothing,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Just correcting the genius.”

“On?” Prentiss pried.

“Well this morning she said and I quote-“

“I will cut your balls off and hang them from the mirror in my car,” she snapped, glaring at him as she pointed her finger in his direction.

“Mama’s got claws,” Morgan laughed at them. “Damn.”

Spencer wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek in front of everyone. She turned pink, pretending to be pissed while a smile crept onto her face.

“She loves me,” Spencer smiled, pressing their cheeks together.

“One part, it’s nice to me and doesn’t talk back,” she replied, making everyone laugh as Spencer shook his head.

“Okay, you win,” he put his hands up in surrender as he backed away. Opening the door to the bullpen and disappearing behind his desk.

chapter 23

St. Patrick’s Day was never a holiday that Y/N or Spencer really cared for. Yes, they wore green to work, but other than that they didn’t really see the hype. They were Halloween people.

Will and JJ, on the other hand, went all out.

It was something to do with Will’s love for beer and his frat-boy attitude. Explaining to them that morning in the bullpen that the best parties on his college campus were around St. Patrick’s day and Mardi Gras, making February and March party central in his life.

They walked in with little Henry, decked out in green from head to toe. Green beads around his neck, gold chocolate coins in a basket, and the cutest little shamrock light-up head bopper.

“Look at you!!” Y/N called out to Henry as she walked into the room. Opening her arms up and leaning down to pick him up as he ran into her arms.

“Any Y/N!” Henry called her, not being able to say his T’s yet.

She pressed his tiny cheek against her face as she picked him up and snuggled him against her chest. It was getting harder to pick him up now that she was pregnant but she wasn’t going to miss a Henry snuggle.

“Since when did the FBI consult with leprechauns?” She asked him, booping her nose against him.

“Nooo,” Henry leaned back in her arms, “I’m not a leopard-con,” he tried his best to say the word. Making the team all laugh.

“Well, either way, why’s my favourite little guy here today?”

“Hey?” Spencer complained.

She leaned her elbow into him, “hi unca Spence,” Henry smiled at him. Spencer ran his fingers through Henry’s hair, messing it up under the headband.

“He wanted his godparents to see his outfit before the party at daycare today!” JJ explained with excitement.

Y/N placed him back on his feet, “go on the, show it off!”

He walked around the room, doing a fake model strut as he shook his diapered butt, walking towards the stairs before running back. “Woooow!” Everyone clapped and cheered.

Y/N looked up from Henry’s gaze, seeing Emily in Hotch’s office with a blond woman she didn’t recognize, “what’s going on in there?” She pointed.

“They’ve been in there all morning,” Rossi explained. “I think that’s the girlfriend.”

“How so?” Spencer asked, moving across the room to get a better view through the blinds.

“The way Emily leans against her, hand on her arm like that as she speaks. That’s the same way you and lady boy-wonder act when you’re in there together,” Rossi raised an eyebrow at them.

“Ahh,” Y/N smirked. “I wonder what happened, no one talks to Hotch with the door closed unless they need us to look into something.”

“I’ve gotta go,” Will cut in, scooping Henry up from the carpet with a tight-lipped smile.

“Bye buddy,” Y/N scrunched her nose at him, getting in close to press their noses together. “Have a good day today.”

“Bye, love you,” JJ kissed both her boys and watched them leave the room.

“they’re the best,” Y/N said as she wrapped an arm around JJ.

“Anyone want to go sit and have coffee while we wait for them?” Derek asked prior to a long yawn.

Rossi patted Derek on the back, leading him up the stairs and towards the briefing room. The remaining team members following their lead, discovering fresh donuts and flowers waiting for them.

“A gift for helping in advance, -Noelle” Read the small card on the table.

“Emily’s girlfriend?” JJ pondered, holding the card up and waving it slightly.

“I like her already,” Derek said, kicking his feet back and taking a donut.

Hotch walked in with Emily and Mindy 45 minutes later. Following them was a beautiful blond woman, probably 6’1 even in her flat running shoes. She was wearing cuffed blue skinny jeans and a big Barbie Pink petticoat.

She smiled lightly as she walked in, glueing herself to Emily’s side. “This is Noelle, my partner, Noelle these are my co-workers.”

“Hi!” She waved, “let me guess. Chocolate thunder, Derek Morgan.” She pointed to the nearest person to her.

“Correct,” Derek nodded in her direction.

“You would have to be Penelope Garcia,” she guessed right once again. “Emily was right, your aura is very bright.”

“Oh,” Penelope blushed.

“Y/N and Spencer, she said you’d be basically sitting on top of each other,” making everyone on the team laugh. “JJ, she said you’re like wonder woman, you look more like you could be cast as Super Girl if you ask me.”

JJ blushed, “thank you, Henry would agree.”

“Rossi, I already knew you. I love your books,” she fangirled a little. Something Rossi was incredibly used to.

“Signing hours are from 6-8,” he teased her.

Noelle laughed, her smile wide and toothy. “It’s lovely to meet you all.”

“Noelle has come in today with concerns that local gay men in her circle of friends are going missing. Over the last few holidays, 3 of her friends have disappeared. Dropping all contact after a trip to the bar,” Hotch explained.

“I’m a firefighter,” Noelle explained. “I have a Facebook group of friends who are gay and in the forces in any capacity. Just to let each other know where they’re going, to be safe.”

“Smart system,” Rossi complimented. “But also incredibly easy for someone to pose as trustful to gain access and track them.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Emily’s pressed lip smile portraying just how uncomfortable she was with the situation. “I’ve met our supposed victim number 3. Officer Perry is a great man and we haven’t heard from him since Friday.”

“Where was he going?” Y/N asked.

“He was at the bar with us on Friday for a little, we got a few beers and then he said he was meeting with a guy he met online, he was never big into online dating or even dating in general. He didn’t know how to be an officer and gay at the same time,” Noelle explained the situation fully. “He is one of my best friends, I excused it Saturday when he didn’t call cause I guessed he was having a good time. But when he missed Sunday dinner I knew something was wrong. I begged Emily to let me pitch this to you.”

“I believe you,” Hotch added. “Which is why I’ve asked Mindy Patel from VICAP to join us today.”

Mindy waved, she dressed more like a techie than an agent. Beanie, headphones on her neck and a big black sweater.

“Strauss and I agreed it would be beneficial to have a member of the team solely responsible for going through VICAP coincidences and letting us know. We stumble across too many rare cases thanks to Y/N and Mindy,” Hotch explained. “Mindy Patel is now officially VICAP Liaison. Her office will be across from Garcia’s from now on, she’s going to be our eyes and ears in the missing person world for the time being.”

“I took into account the fact that your friends were all masc for masc, on the police force in some capacity and male obviously,” Mindy explained. “And I found the two men from Valentines Day and New Years, and then more going back every major holiday for the last 2 years as of this St. Patrick’s day.”

“We’ve compiled the data and sent it to Garcia, it’ll be on your tablets shortly,” Hotch confirmed. “I’d like everyone to split up into teams and take an apartment of the most recent 3 victims. Prentiss and Rossi, you get New Years’.”

“Yes sir,” Emily agreed. “Noelle can stay here with Penelope for insight.”

“Yes. Reid, Y/N and Morgan, you’ll take officer Perry’s apartment. It’s the freshest so I need the best eyes.”

“Absolutely,” they replied in unison.

“Myself and JJ are going to the Valentines Day abduction,” check in with Garcia when you need to, fill me in on everything. Good luck.”

—

“Yeah a cop lives here,” Y/N laughed as she searched through the carefully organized home. Combing the place over for the slightest abnormality.

“He definitely wasn’t taken,” Morgan agreed. “He went willingly and never made it home.”

Dust was starting to settle on his possessions. Photos on the wall looked blurry as the sun shined through the windows. It smelled stale, no one had opened the windows in a while and the man who lived here worked out.

His clothing was organized by category. His laundry had 3 separate baskets for darks, lights and colours. Inside his bedside drawers, all his condoms were lined up by type. He was definitely anal about something.

“Guys?” Spencer called from the office.

Morgan and Y/N followed the sound of his voice, seeing him hunched over an iMac. “I moved the mouse and it’s open and unlocked.”

“But you don’t know what to do?” She teased him.

“Yeah,” he blushed. Watching Y/N sit in the desk chair and start looking through his things.

“His Facebook is pretty basic, he checked in at the bar with a photo here of him with Emily and Noelle, and then he went offline. He doesn’t have Twitter or Tumblr logged in, so I’m guessing he doesn’t have that,” Y/N explains as she stalked his activity. “In his history, your male basics. Case research, pornhub, Facebook, Hotmail… hold on.”

She read through all the subjects, all looking pretty normal. “What would a gay man hiding his sex life from his co-workers disguise his emails as?”

“Work-out appointments,” Morgan answered almost too quickly.

‘Workout’ she typed into the search bar. Seeing 15 messages from another man named [email protected]. “got him, call Garcia.”

“Hey baby girl,” Derek spoke softly as she answered. “We got Jensen Perry’s computer open, his email shows he’s been working out with a [email protected].”

“Already working my finger magic,” she teased him. Hanging up before he could say anything back.

“That woman will be the death of me,” he sighed.

“I don’t think we’ll find anything else here, our best bet is with Garcia,” Y/N admitted as she closed all the windows. “Wait,” she pulled up the search and typed in ‘find my iPhone,’ “if he has a Mac he has an iPhone, not many people blend their tech.”

Last ping: 2256 Sheerly Lane, Friday at 23:56.

“I’ll call Hotch while you drive,” Y/N said, pulling out her phone and following the men out the door.

Morgan followed the GPS 15 minutes down the street to an apartment complex. It was worn down and looked as if no one had taken care of it in the last 25 years. “I’m calling Garcia before you go in, I don’t feel good about this.”

“Hey doll,” Garcia’s cheery voice was a nice refresher.

“Hey, do you have any info on who owns and occupies 2256, Sheerly Lane?” Y/N asked softly. “Also send backup to this location, it’s where Perry’s iPhone is apparently and it looks sketchy as hell.”

She heard the clicking of the keys before she heard Garcia’s reply. “Yep, we have 1 occupant. Amy Romano, 46, left the building after her mother died. She’s been living there in room 333 for years, not renting any rooms out at all in the last 3 years.”

“A woman?” Morgan was shocked.

“Must be why we’ve never found the bodies, female serial killers are 90% less likely to ever be caught,” Reid added his fun fact, one she’s heard from him a handful of times before.

“Exactly,” Y/N agreed. “What do we know about her?”

“She’s an interesting one,” Garcia’s tone changed. “Her father was a minister, big bible freak. Her mother was the maid here at the hotel before being given the deed from the original owner’s family. She died in 1988.”

“How much of the religious upbringing rubbed off on her?”

“Enough to make her have multiple psychotic breaks, being diagnosed with schizophrenia when she was 15,” Garcia gained more insight. “Claimed to have been visited by God, and was told sinners are punished by word of god. That one day she would be the one to follow his word for the righteous man.”

“What if she’s doing her own form of conversion therapy?” Y/N gasped. “She’s not killing them. She’s following god’s word and freeing them from their sins. This is the perfect place to keep them. Locking them in rooms away from each other, secluding them and only subjecting them to a female for long periods of time.”

“Garcia, we need back up right now,” Morgan stressed.

“they’re 4 minutes out, good luck in there my babies.”

“See you soon, baby girl.”

Being left out of raids was weird to her, watching Spencer put on a bullet-proof vest and load his gun without her cover made her anxious. Luckily, she got to stand with JJ outside. Watching the building as they listened over their radiofrequency.

“Clear,” Morgan spoke over the system.

“Clear here as well,” Hotch said. “Meet me at the stairwell.”

“I hate this,” Y/N whispered.

JJ ran her hand along Y/N’s back softly, “me too.”

“Floor 3, room 33,” Hotch explained. “I’ll kick in the door, Morgan, you enter first. Spencer and Prentiss, follow our lead.”

Not having a visual was the worst part. There was no way to know where they were or who was there. They worked on sounds, if and when the team decided to speak.

“1, 2, 3,” Morgan whispered before they heard the door smash in. “FBI!”

Then it was silent again, too quiet for anyone’s liking, staring up at the third floor trying to hear everything in the neighbourhood.

“Amy Romano put the gun down!”

“No!” They heard before 4 shots were fired.

Y/N’s heart was in her throat; she couldn’t hear anything going on inside. The officers asked over the radio for updates, hearing nothing in return. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from running towards the apartment buildings before anyone could catch her. Up 3 flights of stairs, drawing her gun and walking towards the room.

Morgan was shot in the arm, down. Prentiss, hiding behind a table with Morgan and Spencer as she tried to stop the bleeding. Hotch in the unsub’s grasp, fighting for a gun.

Hotch noticed Y/N in the doorway. Kicking the unsub down. Y/N wrapped her arm around the unsub’s neck, putting her in a headlock as Hotch attempted to cuff her. She struggled like a wet fish against them, slipping out of her grasp and falling to the floor.

“If God wants to tell me to stop, he’ll tell me himself!” She screamed.

Y/N presses her gun to her head, “he just did.”

“Amy Romano you’re under arrest for the kidnapping of 24 men, attempted murder of a federal agent and resisting arrest,” Hotch explained as he cuffed her.

“Y/N!” Spencer stood up, looking at her like she was the crazy person. “We agreed, 3rd trimester, no fieldwork.”

“You didn’t reply on the radio and suddenly I was here,” Y/N explained, “I’m sorry.”

“We need EMTs, Morgan’s been shot in the arm. The bleeding is under control, just hurry.” Prentiss ordered over the radio.

“Y/L/N is going to need to get checked as well,” Spencer added.

“Why?”

“You ran up three flights of stairs, wrestled an unsub and got elbowed in the side,” Spencer explained, taking her hand and leading her out of the room.

“I’m sorry, I get it now I really do,” Y/N stopped him in the hallway, holding him in her arms. “I don’t like when I can’t see that you’re safe.”

Spencer kissed the top of her head, “I love you.”

“The baby’s kicking,” she replied softly, “that’s good right? 4 movements in 30 minutes after activity is a good thing.”

Spencer laughed, pulling back to feel her belly. “I’m sure he’s all hopped up on adrenaline now, come on let’s get him looked at quickly.”

—

They found 16 of the 24 men alive and in critical condition inside the apartment building. SCSI was canvassing the scene with local cops, taping up the building and surrounding property while the city discussed demolishing the building altogether.

Y/N was able to witness Noelle running into Jensen Perry’s arms, hugging him as they cried in his hospital bed. Y/N could imagine the trauma he was going through, the terror and the fear of something you really don’t want, happening anyway.

“Why do people do terrible things in the name of God?” Y/N whispered towards Spencer, looking up at him with soft eyes. Truly curious.

“The religious system runs similarly to cults, they believe the words are to be followed and thus they will gain entrance to heaven. If there’s one thing humans are afraid of more than dying, it’s internal damnation. Holding the fact that they will suffer in death over their head is a way to get them to do anything.” Spencer explained softly. “With the right person, the wrong message can actually sound like a pretty good thing.”

Y/N let out a deep sigh, “how do you raise a good child in a fucked up world?”

“Matthew, 18; 1 through 5, At that time the disciples came to Jesus and said, “Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, “Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.” Spencer repeated the bible verse softly. “Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me.”

Y/N smiled, “I like that.”

“He was always supposed to be good, he has you as his mother.”

chapter 24

April rolled around out of nowhere. Suddenly the snow had all melted, the birds were returning, and the trees were starting to bud thanks to the week of thunderstorms.

Love was in the air, both in the wild and in Y/N’s life.

The wedding’s in 2 weeks and she’s growing daily. She wanted to wait till the last possible moment to get her dress. Wanting it to actually fit over her stomach on the big day without any struggle.

Being placed on office duty for the rest of her pregnancy made it easier, not being allowed to leave Mindy and Penelope's side, under direct order from Aaron Hotchner. She was starting to notice that the more pregnant she got, the more the men of the team wanted to protect her as well.

JJ said it was the same for her the first time, all the alpha personalities came out around the third trimester. It was like they didn’t quite register that a woman on the team was pregnant till it was abundantly clear.

The girls had all agreed to go to the dress store with Y/N when they had a free afternoon, but that didn’t seem to be happening any time soon. Y/N ended up going by herself between cases while Spencer was on a flight, trying on 6 different dresses before she found one that made her happy.

The sales associate was being extra nice to her, knowing she had both a big budget and no time. It was an easy sale, but this wasn’t an easy decision.

She tried a sleeveless, skin-tight number on first. Not being able to even move once she got in it, not even bothering to look in the mirror. It wasn’t right, that was for sure.

Eventually, by #5 they had an idea of what she wanted. Long sleeves to hide her stretch marks, it had to be flowy but still show off the bump. And she wanted lace, embroidery even. Something that made it different, something that was more like her. Always growing, changing, adapting.

She was wandering the racks when she saw it.

It was so long, the train had to be at least 6 feet. It was light, made with sheer fabric so it would twist and flow with whatever direction she ran or danced. She could imagine walking through the grass with the train flowing behind her with purpose.

The most wonderful aspect was the long sleeves and the neckline. Cupping her chest perfectly with a nice ribbon right above her bump. The entire dress reminded her of something, the floral embroidery sending her back to a dress she remembers from her childhood, not able to place it but knowing it in her heart.

She looked in the mirror at herself, she felt beautiful. She shook her head lightly as a tear fell down her cheek. “It’s perfect,” she whispered.

The sales associate shook a big bell then, causing everyone to look at her and cheer. “Are you saying yes?” She asked, as cheesy as it was, she loved it.

“Yes!” She cheered back, feeling the love from everyone in the store.

The dress was huge, she laid the bag against her passenger seat and stared at it for a while. It felt a little crazy that she was getting married in a few days, even crazier that she was having a baby in 2 months.

Her phone rang as she started to leave. “Hewwo?” She answered softly, knowing it was Spencer.

“I just got home, where are you?”

“Oh,” she smiled. “Penelope said you guys wouldn’t be back until 9, I went and picked out a dress.”

“Alone?” He sounded sad.

“It was better this way, I picked it for me and no one else,” she reassured him. “I’m on my way home now though baby, I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, drive safe. I love you,” Spencer replied, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

“Love you too,” she hung up.

She sighed, turning on the stereo and driving home to her favourite albums. Driving alone was different for her now, she used to love just escaping into the Virginia wilderness, picking a road and an album and just going somewhere.

Driving with Spencer meant silence, hand-holding, humming and ha-ing as he discovered new facts that intrigued him. She loved it, the ambiance of Doctor Spencer Reid was not something you could replicate, it was special and calming and wonderful.

She couldn’t wait to get home to him.

He was waiting on the front porch as she rolled into the driveway. Joining her at the car, wanting to help her carry her things inside. “Hi,” she smiled at him as she stepped out.

He pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek softly. “Want some help?”

“If you don’t mind carrying in my dress, I need to pee so bad!” She said, almost about to run inside when he stopped her.

“Like how bad?” He asked.

“Excuse me?”

“If you were to get surprised would you pee your pants?” He tried not to laugh as he asked.

“Spence?”

“Just go in,” he said softly.

She sighed, knowing what this meant. Walking up the stairs slowly, turning the doorknob just as slow. Not ready to have her eardrums blown out.

“Surprise!!”

Sure enough, there were balloons and flowers and her friends gathered all inside her front hall. “Oh my god?”

Penelope wrapped her in a hug first, “your first baby shower has to be special!”

“You guys really didn’t have to do this?” She was so shocked to be getting attention that she felt a little embarrassed.

“We wanted to,” JJ hugged her next, their bumps too big to hug normally, opting for more of a side snuggle. “I got you something to change into before we get started.”

Y/N took the small blue bag from her, kicking her shoes off before they went upstairs. Spencer joining with her wedding dress, hanging it in the closet and slipping back downstairs, unnoticed.

Y/N opened the gift bag on her bed, JJ looked around the room for the first time ever. Looking at the photos of their first day of kindergarten on the wall, the artwork they chose. How Spencer wrote notes to her on the mirror with whiteboard markers.

“You guys are really cute,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” she smiled.

Finally taking the dress out of the bag, it was just something simple. Blue with pink flowers. Something she’d definitely pick out on her own. “This is so beautiful!”

“I got it when I was pregnant with Henry and never had a chance to wear it,” She smiled, “thought that you’d like it more.”

Y/N hugged her, “seriously this is the best thing you guys could’ve done for me!”

“I’m also going to need a pink dress,” JJ said softly in her grasp.

“No?” Y/N was shocked. “Really a mini JJ?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly. “Hurry up we have more surprises for you downstairs!”

—

It took her longer than she hoped to get changed. The baby was just big enough to make her winded all the time now. Having to stop and take a breather just from taking her pants off. Not to mention the struggle of standing up after peeing.

When she finally made it back down the stairs on her swollen feet, she heard a familiar giggle that she loved very much. “You didn’t?”

JJ smiled, “it was Rossi and Will, they flew them all in and got them here.”

Her parents, brothers and wives were all in the kitchen waiting for her. Then she saw Diana, who was pressed up close to Spencer having a conversation in their own little world.

She walked in and cried, hugging her parents for the first time in 5 months. Showing off her big baby bump and chunky face for the first time too.

“You look amazing!” Her mom complimented her, taking her hand and making her spin slowly.

“Thank you, I feel huge,” she smiled. “I can’t believe you guys are here, I’m literally coming home in 2 weeks!”

“When David Rossi calls you and says he has a jet picking us up, you don’t just say no,” her father laughed, wrapping his arm around Rossi. They were going to be something else together.

She gave Diana a big hug when she could, watching her rub her belly and talk to the baby through her stomach for a good 10 minutes. It was so cute, everyone in the room watched and swooned. Secretly always hoping Spencer’s family got a moment like this.

After dealing with the Riley Jenkins case, and Gideon leaving, they worried for him. They never expected him to just show up one day with a girl and start the rest of his life the way he did. But it just made sense. He sped through school and early adulthood well before Y/N, now they’re moving fast, just together.

They had pizza for dinner, spreading 6 different kinds across the counter and telling everyone to dig in. Y/N took a slice and walked around, mingling with everyone to ensure she thanked them for coming.

“Henry!” She finally found him with Chloe and Lizzie. He ran into her arms, giving her a big hug. “Did you meet my niece?”

“You’re my any?” He questioned her right back.

“Come here Clo,” she called her over, huddling them both in close to her. “You both get to call me aunty Y/N, isn’t that so cool? You’re new friends and you share an aunty!”

Chloe gave her a big hug, she was getting bigger and bigger every day, about to turn 4 in a few months. It felt a little crazy, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“How are you?” She asked her softly.

“I’m good,” she whispered at her, smiling before hiding her face in her dress.

“Are you having fun here? Did you meet buddy yet?”

“No!” Chloe’s face lit up.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” She gasped at them both, getting back up to her feet and walking with them to where Buddy hid in the laundry room.

He was curled into a ball in a basket of towels, peaceful in the quietest room in the house.

Chloe and Henry took turns petting Buddy, kissing his head and playing with his tail, it was good for him to get a little used to grabby kid's hands. She was a little worried about how he’d handle a baby, but he was a chill cat he never really cared about attention as long as he was fed.

Eventually, JJ and Lizzie found them, peeling them away from the cat with the promise of cake while Y/N opened her gifts from everyone.

Everyone was watching her as she sat down in the living room, feeling a little anxious like she had to perform for them or something. Spencer finally joined her on the couch then, wrapping his arm around her in a soothing motion.

“So,” Garcia started. “I took it upon myself to organize the party but I didn’t just stop there, I also emailed everyone a link to a chart where they could pick the category of gift they got you so that we avoided repeats and got everything you would need.”

“This is all so much,” she turned bright pink. “You guys really didn’t have to I feel like I haven’t bought anything for myself since I met Spencer.”

“Nonsense!” Penelope hushed her. “Here, pick whatever one grabs your fancy.”

Y/N’s eyes raked over the pile of gifts, “um that big one over there, why not.”

It was a big blue bag, stuffed to the brim with tissue paper. The card on the handle was signed, she opened it to find 'from; Erin Strauss' on it. “Oh?”

“She couldn’t come but she passed that along on behalf of the section,” Hotch explained.

Y/N didn’t waste any time opening it. Finding brand named everything that she would need for breastfeeding, losing her mind at the never-ending bag.

Almost every gift was the same, all themed and absolutely filled. She was never going to have to buy anything for Matthew, she got it all today.

Hotch and Haley got her a babies bath essentials set. Her parents equipped her with every form of linen she would ever need for a baby, as well as a quilt made just for Matthew.

Penelope bought easily $400 in clothes for him over the past 7 months, with the promise of not stopping any time soon. Derek and Emily got together to buy them an all-terrain stroller, for the walks they expect them to take down the back roads. Emily’s girlfriend even brought a mom after-care set for her.

Diana’s gift made her cry the most, opening the box to find old copies of childhood books. “Those were all Spencers when he was a child,” she explained softly. “His love for the world started with those stories, I would like for Matthew to know them too.”

“Absolutely,” Y/N wiped the tears off her face, leaning over to hug her. “If Matty ends up being even half as wonderful as Spencer I’ll be grateful.”

“Spencer, did you get her anything?” Diana asked him softly as she was still mid embrace with Y/N.

“It’s in the garage,” Spencer smiled.

She looked at him with excitement, “you didn’t!”

“I might have,” he smiled.

“What?” Rossi asked, hating suspense more than anyone on the team.

“I was joking about wanting to get an SUV and become a soccer mom,” Y/N’s whole face lit up. “Did you get me a soccer mom mobile?”

He smiled back at her, “here.”

She held the key in her hand, her car was old as hell. She has had it since she moved to Virginia and even then it was a 2004 model. She had never had a new car, with the fresh car smell and clean everything!

“I am so overwhelmed,” she announced, bouncing a little in her seat as she shook her hands. Stimming just a small amount in front of everyone in all the excitement.

“We’re all done celebrating you now, I think we can start getting out of your hair, right guys?” JJ stood and pressured everyone that wasn’t relying on their house for the night, out the door.

Penelope helped Debbie and Diana clean everything up around the house. Peeling Henry and Chloe away from each other was the most difficult part of the night, becoming fast friends and wanting to look at books all night together in uncle Spencers library.

Rossi offered to let her brother Levi and his wife stay at his place while Diana and Y/N’s parents took the guest room in her home. Harrison and Faith driving back to Fort Meade to their own house.

—

Y/N and Spencer sat up in their bed, leaning against the headboard as they listened to the quiet of their house. Their co-workers were gone, their parents were settled in the guest rooms and most likely still awake from the time difference. The day had been so crazy that she barely had time to wrap her head around it.

“So…” Y/N cut the awkward silence. “Wanna make out?”

He laughed at her, shaking his head. “Remember the last time you asked me to do that?”

“Yeah, I lost my virginity,” she whispered back at him. A little scared that everyone could hear them talking.

“We can't,” Spencer looked at her with wide eyes. “It's bad enough my mother knows I’ve had sex once let alone possibly hearing us.”

He nudged him a little, crawling into his lap and sitting there softly. Her belly pressed against him, filling the space between them as she held his face in her hands.

“They’re on the other side of the house,” she pouted. “Just make out with me?”

He kissed her quickly once, “why are you so needy tonight?”

“All day I’ve had everyone's attention but yours,” she explained softly. “I missed you and I want my Spencer time.”

He couldn’t say no to that, because he felt the exact same way. He ran his hands up her thighs, over her hips and finally resting them on her back. She ran her thumbs over Spencer's cheeks, looking at him softly as she tilted her head to really admire him.

His lips were perfect, his nose was adorable. The way his stubble grew in and darkened his jaw was amazing. His bone structure, his eye colour, the way his hair just fell flawlessly into place with 0 effort. She sighed as she looked at him.

“I love you,” she whispered, biting back a smile as she waited for his response.

“I love you,” he giggled as he looked right back at her. It almost felt more intimate than sex, just staring into each other's eyes in a dimly lit bedroom, in the middle of the night.

She ran her hands up into his hair, combing her fingers through it. He tilted his head back every time, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling. She was about to smile when she got a sharp shooting pain in her hips.

“Oh, my, god,” she breathed out. “Ouch?” She scrunched her face with the pain as the sharpness dulled into the bone, just feeling uncomfortable as she tensed up in his lap. She didn’t even realize she was tugging on his hair in response to the pain.

“What?” Spencer asked, concerned as all hell.

“I think that was Braxton hicks? It was like everything down there just lit up in pain,” she explained with a horrified look on her face.

He ran his hands softly over her hips, soothing the skin in an attempt to help. “Are they bad?”

“It just feels like a pinched nerve at first and then a dull ache, it’s not the worst. I don’t enjoy it that's for sure,” she laughed a little louder. “God, I hope he’s kind to me on the way out.”

“I was doing research into the best drugs and techniques for birth for mothers that don’t want any drugs either because they’re sober or they don’t want to be removed from the moment,” Spencer explained softly. “There are a lot of options if you want to look into them with me this week?”

“Of course you did,” she smiled at him once again, feeling a bit better. “We also have to pack the baby’s go-bag.”

Spencer laughed at the way she phrased it. “Isn’t it just a hospital bag and a diaper bag?”

“No, it’s a mission to have a baby. It’s a go-bag.”

They kept giggling with each other over the dumbest things, staring at smiling as they laughed. Spencer’s hands roamed her back while she poked his face. Happily just talking in each other's space about the most random shit.

It was what she loved the most about him, that they could equally ramble about what they found interesting and the other felt just as excited about learning something new. They had mutual respect for each other's interests and feelings that ran deeper than most, truly loving every word that left their partner's mouth.

By the time they settled against the pillows and attempted to sleep it was half 1 in the morning. They turned all the lights out and still just stared at each other.

She booped his nose softly with her own, watching him scrunch his face as a result before giggling again.

“Do you have any idea what the case tomorrow will be?” She was only asking because she wanted more time with him, needing to find every topic to bring up so that the night never ended.

“Mindy’s pitching something to us tomorrow again,” he whispered. “You’ll be good at this one.”

“Oh I’m excited now okay, goodnight,” she closed her eyes and pretended to snore, making him snuggle in and wrap her arms around him, pulling her in close the way they liked it.

“I love you, bunny,” he said one last time for the night.

She sighed as she settled into him, “I love you more Spence.”

#hypothetically #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader

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scribbling-dragon · 3 years ago

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The Curse

Summary:

Those that had received the curse described it as a haze, but if he were to describe it, he would phrase it more as an overwhelming giddiness, something that crept into every corner of your mind until you felt completely invincible, whispers muttering in your ears about death and blood and betrayal.

Either that, or he would compare it to a headache. A really annoying one.

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(Masterpost)

(3,220 words)

“And then the-” Both of them look up as the door swings open, Jimmy shifting a little to push himself up off of his chest, looking towards the door. Pearl’s stood just beyond it, hand on the edge of the door and staring at them.

As they continue to stare at her, Cleo’s head also appears around the corner, watching them. “Are we interrupting something?” She asks, coming more into view, standing beside Pearl with a grin on her face.

“Yes.” He tucks the bookmark back into the book, closing it with a snap that makes Jimmy jump a little, eyes flicking back towards him. “Can’t you tell?”

“I dunno.” Pearl frowns, eyes glimmering with amusement. “I see you and Jimmy like that quite a lot.”

“All tangled together, being sweethearts.” Cleo adds. “Like a pair of lovesick teenagers.”

“We’re married.” He deadpans, giving Cleo his best unimpressed look.

“Not on paper.” She leans a little on the doorway, crossing her arms as she grins at them. “Only by word of mouth, and probably other things.” She smirks a little at that.

“Oh my god Cleo.” Jimmy decides to add, sitting up fully, almost hitting him in the chin with his head. He’s gone a rather bright shade of red. “No. I don't care what you're implying. No. Didn't happen.”

“If you say so.” Pearl strides into the room, shoving his legs aside so she can sit down. “I take it that neither of you have looked at your comms in a while, hm?” She wiggles her own for emphasis, and he watches as a new message flashes on the screen, making a small ping sound at the same time as his and Jimmy’s do.

“No. We were reading.”

“Together?” Cleo sits on his bed too, because apparently their room is now a communal area for anyone to come into.

“I was reading, Jimmy was listening.” He sets the book aside, and Jimmy leans back towards him a little, head resting on his shoulder.

“Well, boogey’s about to be selected, so I suggest you grab your comm.” Cleo leans back a little, kicking her mud-caked shoes onto his nice, clean bed. He makes a disgusted face at her, shoving her legs off, groaning a little when the action leaves a smear of mud across his nice, white bed.

Jimmy presses his comm into his hands, already having retrieved his own, clicking it on to read through any of his missed messages. He clicks it on to do the same, ignoring the small, red timer in the corner of his screen that’s counting the seconds down until the curse is passed onto another.

He hadn't really noticed how Etho fared last week with killing someone. He knows it happened, he had watched the notification flash up in chat, but he was a little preoccupied with making sure that Jimmy wasn't going to spontaneously bleed out at his dinner table. The flooring in that room was nice as well.

He looks back to his screen as a ten flashes up on it, bright red and bold. It defies all laws of the chat, instead appearing over the whole of his screen, crackling at the edges as it fizzles with some kind of red, fuzzy energy.

“Three.” He hears someone breath, watching as the number flickers from view, turning hazy as the two replaces it, then the one. He inhales along with the other members of the room, waiting for his screen to fade back to green again, watching as the red fizzles, almost seeming to overflow from the screen and onto his hands.

The screen turns a deep red, staining blood onto his hands as the words stare back at him. He lets out a sigh of relief with the others, clicking his screen off so all that stares back at him is his own reflection, glassy and slightly out of focus as he looks up to Pearl and Cleo.

“Not the boogey.” He breathes, lie feeling bitter on his tongue. The taste of the lie only sours as they repeat his statement, the lie burning at the back of his throat as he sits there. He watches as Pearl hops off of the bed, as bubbly as ever, standing again and turning on her heel, marching out of the room, shouting something about a task of some kind.

He nods absently, and Cleo stands as well, movements more subdued that Pearl’s. She leaves the room too, closing the door at Jimmy’s request. The lock latches with a small click, and it sounds like a finality in his ears.

“I saw your screen.” Jimmy whispers, and he feels as though the air in his lungs freezes, blocking his throat and preventing him from breathing properly. It seems to spread through his chest as he turns to look at Jimmy, crawling up his throat until he feels as though he can’t speak anymore.

“I- what, you- what?” He’s not sure what to say really, all words slipping from his tongue in a mess of nothing, words fleeing his mind as he desperately tries to group them together, maybe a promise, or a reassurance of some kind? Still, the words refuse to cooperate, and he’s left staring at Jimmy like an idiot.

Jimmy’s hand presses against his cheek, touch almost burning compared to the ice gripping his lungs. He guides his head a little, and when he follows his gaze, he finds the message informing him of his curse, only, there’s a small sticker just below the keyboard, and the keys are messily painted different colours, several charms that aren't his dangling off the end.

“How would you feel about a date?” Jimmy asks, and he’s grinning now, looking back up at him, away from the identical message currently beaming from Jimmy’s screen. And, as he looks into his husband’s eyes, he can almost see a red glimmer dancing in their depths, like a fire at night.

“I don't think I would mind one.” He presses a kiss to Jimmy’s lips, feeling as the other exhales against his face when he pulls away. “I've always wondered what you would look like with blood on your hands.” He traces the back of Jimmy’s palm, and he turns it over, holding his hand in his own, fingers interlaced.

“I think I’d like to find out too.” Jimmy pulls away from him, but he still holds his hand, fingers interlocked, intertwined, and he allows himself to be pulled along. He helps Jimmy strap his chest plate on, grinning a little as he returns the favour.

He only wishes, now, that he could fly. Soar high above the trees and remain above them all, watching as they scatter in fear below as his shadow is cast on the ground. Jimmy hands him his favourite axe, and his hand easily slips into the groove in the wood, fingers rubbing over the enchantments engraved there, almost as a good luck symbol.

He holds Jimmy’s hand again, grip burning in his own as they both push the door open, yelling a goodbye to Cleo as they slam it behind them. He’s sure she’s worked out what they're going to do, she’s smart, and she can likely see it too.

He can see it in Jimmy, the way his teeth are slightly too sharp, the predatory look in his eyes as he glances back at him, tugging him beyond the wall. He looks too gleeful for what they're about to do, but that glee is infectious, and he can't help but grin along with it, laughing a little as they splash through a small stream beside their house.

Either that, or he would compare it to a headache. A really annoying one.

“Who do you want to get?” Jimmy giggles, hand squeezing his own briefly, smile curling a little, sharp teeth flashing as they pass a sunny patch.

He hums a little, almost tripping over a root as he casts his eyes to the sky, thinking about his options. “Whoever I can.” He decides. “Maybe someone that’s wronged me before, but I'm not fussed.” He shrugs a little, grinning back at Jimmy. “Any specific person for you?”

“I want one of the Southlanders.” He grins, a manic glint in his eyes that would normally scare him, but it only adds fuel to the fire, bolstering the flame higher.

“Maybe we can both get one of them.” He grins, beginning to tug Jimmy south, allowing his internal compass to direct both of them. He doesn't release his hand, even as they duck through the bushes, branches scraping and scratching at them as they dodge and weave between the thorns threatening to snag in their clothes.

The walls of the Southlands rise above them, the twisting towers only just visible above them. Smoke drifts from the centre, billowing out from the smoke signals they had never had to use, not yet, at least.

They creep closer, and as they approach, Jimmy releases his hand, slipping into the river just in front of the walls, ducking beneath the surface and disappearing among the rippling water.

He’s always admired his ability to do it, and he watches now, only able to locate him from the occasional glimmer of his chestplate, or the slight ripple of seagrass and weeds along the river bed.

He remains stood on the banks of the river, reeds parting around him as he stares up at the walls, axe in hand. He waits for someone to walk along the wall, counting down the seconds as he does so. He looks like a threat right now, and he’s sure that anyone coming by will recognise that too.

But they have numbers, and with numbers comes a sense of safety, almost a kind of arrogance. They feel unbeatable, simply because they have more people standing beside them. He watches, and he waits, axe in hand.

A shadow falls over him, and he looks up, meeting Martyn’s eyes with a grin, grip tightening on his axe as he shifts it, watching as Martyn’s eyes widen, then narrow, turning away as he mutters something, hopefully to himself.

He watches, waiting patiently, as the doors to the Southlands begin to open, and Martyn steps out, armour glittering a little in the sunlight. It reflects off the dents in the material, worming its way into the scratches on his chest. It looks as though it would fall apart at a moment’s notice.

“Did you want something, Scott?” Martyn calls, stepping over the boundary, out into the open. He simply smiles at him again, watching as he falters, just barely and for less than a second, but it’s still there. He takes another step forward, knuckles white as he grips his sword, obviously unnerved.

He steps forward until he’s stood on the edge of the bank, directly across from him, watching him with a worried and wary look.

“I don't need anything.” He answers, and despite how quietly he speaks, he knows it still carries, as he watches Martyn pale a little.

“Then why are you here?” He challenges, voice rising a little in volume and pitch. “If you don't want anything, why stand outside our walls and wait for one of us to come out.”

“I felt like it.” He shrugs, listening as the voices whisper in his ear about blood, urging him to make the small leap across the river. He doesn't, watching as the weeds below Martyn’s feet ripple, a small glimmer passing by them, almost as though a fish is weaving between the seagrass.

He takes a small step back, and Martyn watches him. He watches as his throat bobs with a swallow, pulse thrumming in his neck, heart no doubt hammering as he watches him, eyes wide. He doesn't watch his feet though, he doesn't watch the river, doesn't watch as the reeds ripple again, the movement jerkier this time, harsher.

“I'm not here for me.” He takes another step back as the river erupts, water cascading from Jimmy as he twists midair, trident shimmering in his grip. He’s not sure where he got it from, but he’s not going to question it, watching, eyes round, as Jimmy grabs the front of his shirt, before falling back into the river, dragging Martyn with him.

He watches bubbles of air rise to the surface, the water swirling and splashing, lapping just below his feet, with the thrashing from just below the surface. He only looks up, away from the frothing river, at a shout, watching as Impulse runs out the front gates, sword drawn as he runs towards the river.

He leaps across it in a second, wings almost stretching out to aid him in his leap. He shoves his axe against Impulse’s sword, shoving him backwards, watching as the iron of the weapon bends beneath his own.

He steps away from the edge of the river, grinning down at Impulse, voices roaring in his head and energy thrumming through his veins. He deflects another strike, driving Impulse backwards. He feels lightning at his fingertips, energizing him as he strikes again, ripping the sword from his grasp and flinging it away.

The both watch as it sticks into the ground, blade bent beyond repair, several jagged fractures running up it. He shoves Impulse backwards, watching as he falls to the ground beneath his feet. He feels his comm buzz, and the thrashing behind them both dies out rather rapidly, the churning of the river falling still.

He shoves his axe to just beneath his chin, pressing it against the skin there, watching as Impulse’s breath hitches, eyes growing wide, darting between him and the blade in his hands. “Looks like your time’s up.” He breathes, shoving the axe forward without faltering for another second.

He yanks it back out of the slowly dissolving corpse, making a small disgusted face at it, looking at the blood dripping off his blade with a similar expression. It fills the air with a tang of copper, echoing around him as Jimmy pulls himself from the river, dripping water along the bank.

His eyes are wide, excitement still glimmering in their depths as he looks at him, breathing heavy and harsh, the gills along his neck flaring in and out with his breaths. The door slams open behind them both, and Grian and Mumbo emerge from it, one significantly more confident than the other.

It takes a few seconds for Martyn to join them, still dripping wet despite respawn. His yellow eyes shine, and his breathing is almost as ragged as Jimmy’s, but there’s a harsh, rattling undertone to it. He’s sure there’s still a little water in his lungs, but he doesn't falter, charging towards Jimmy with his sword out, lacking armour.

He meets with him instead, the voices gone from his head, but the adrenaline roars in his blood all the same. He shoves him backwards, sending him staggering back, chest rattling as he struggles to breathe.

He grins, this is almost too easy. He deflects his strikes easily, finding them weak and a little lacklustre, especially for the hatred Martyn stares at him with. His eyes widen suddenly, filling with glee as he stares at something just over his shoulder.

He doesn't take the bait, shoving forward again in the other’s small moment of distraction, sending him to the ground. He raises the axe, and he watches Martyn process the situation in less than a second, eyes widening as he covers his head with his arms, as though that would do anything to help him.

A scream pierces the air behind them, and he lowers his axe, spinning on his heel without burying it into Martyn. His comm buzzes a few seconds later, and he watches as Jimmy disappears in a puff of smoke, green eyes rapidly fading from his vision.

His trident lays discarded on the ground, half-stuck into the dirt. He grabs that first, swinging his axe around and hitting Grian in the chest with the end of it when he tries to approach him.

He leaps the river, digging the trident into the other side to pull himself up. He glances back, finding the Southlanders gathered there, each of them staring daggers into his back, Mumbo with a bow drawn, pointing it towards him, albeit it shakily.

“You've made an enemy today.” Grian steps forward, spitting the words at him.

“You made an enemy of me the day you exiled Jimmy. And you have made an enemy of me twice over today.” He spits back, stalking away, ignoring the arrow that thuds into the tree beside his head.

Only once he’s out of sight, successfully concealed between the dark leaves on the tree, does he dare to break into a run, trees flashing by as he sprints home, mind whirling in a dizzying spiral.

He breaks from the cover of the pine trees - when did they become pine trees? - shoving the gate open and stumbling into their fort. Cleo is standing in the doorway, watching him with a sad look, door ajar behind her.

“I'm assuming it didn't go well?” She asks, and he shakes his head, pushing past her, discarding the weapons in the hallway as he begins up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He shoves his door open, closing it quietly, calmer, once he sees Jimmy, curled up against the headboard, cheeks streaked with tears as his chest heaves.

“Hey, hey.” He approaches with his hands out flat, footsteps slow and even. “You're okay now, I swear, you're safe here.” Jimmy nods a little at that, wiping his eyes.

“I know that.” He mutters, eyes glancing down to the duvet. “It’s just...I've never felt like that before. There was an energy in my veins, a thrumming that made my heart beat faster, made my mind race with thoughts of, of ways to kill and maim.”

“And we got through it.” He sits down, reaching a hand out, offering it to him. He takes it, hand cold this time. “And we’ll get through it again if we need to.” He promises, holding Jimmy’s hand tightly.

“I'm yellow now though, I'm yellow again, and you gave up a life for nothing.” he leans forward a little, wrapping his arms around him, drawing Scott into a hug. He returns it, wrapping his arms around Jimmy as well, resting his chin on his head.

“I didn't give it away for nothing.” He scoffs. “I gave it away for you.”

“But what if I die again? What if I leave you again? I was on yellow last time, and you were on green. What happens if I die again? What will you do then?” Jimmy looks up at him, pulling out of his embrace a little, eyes brimming with tears.

“We can do this again.” He promises. “We can get a different ending this time.”

“I hope so.” Jimmy replies, burying his face into his shoulder. “I really, really hope so.”

#reblogs help more than likes btw <3 #juno.writes #la(falt) au #flower husbands #last life #last life fic #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #the southlanders are also there #and pearl and cleo

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cowboy-anon · 4 years ago

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🧸 and 📚 for apple?

🧸 - A soft plushie

📚 - A bedtime story

Totally dropped off the face of the Earth yesterday aside for a few likes. XD Sorry about that!

Anyway, it’s a long boi, and it’s also the first real piece I’ve written about Apple’s time with Jimmy! Therefore, I’m taggin’!

CW: Broken whumpee, clueless caretaker, clueless whumpee, crying, implied past abuse, lack of boundaries, mentioned temper tantrum, pet whump, referenced past neglect, starvation mention, Stockholm Syndrome, whipping mention

Tagging: @happy-whumper, @milk-carton-whump, @sideblogformindtrash, @whumperfulart, @unicornscotty

(I lost my list, so if you want to be tagged or if I forgot to tag you, please let me know!)

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

A week in and Jimmy’s feeling pretty terrible at this whole caretaking thing. He shouldn’t have said it. He thought he was helping.

He shouldn’t have told Apple that Clay didn’t have his best interests at heart.

The tantrum lasted an hour, and after he exhausted himself, Apple stormed into the living room and hid beside the couch. Not even the bedroom he painstakingly prepared for him, Jimmy thinks exhaustedly.

But that’s not really important. At this rate, Apple’s never going to warm up to him. He needs to do something to gain his trust. Not that he’s exactly sure what that would entail. Words won’t be enough. Apple’s still terrified of him. Pissed at him now, too. So…

“Apple?” Jimmy hears a sniffle from behind the arm of the couch. “Listen, I… I have to go to the store real quick. I need you to stay here.” He would bring him, but he doesn’t think he’d be able to handle a busy supermarket so soon after, well, everything.

“I’m not expecting any company, so.” Jimmy shrugs on his coat. “So don’t open the door for anyone. Just… if anyone knocks, ignore them.”

His keys, his keys… There they are. Jimmy scoops up his wallet and keys and unlocks the door.

“Keep this door locked when I leave, Apple. That’s…” Jimmy sighs and braces himself. “That’s a command. Stay here, okay?”

He knew what to expect when he used that tone, but it still stings when Apple replies, “Yes, Master Jimmy.”

He nods to himself. “Good. I’ll be back soon.” Then he walks out, closing the door behind him.

***

The moment the door closes, Apple rushes to the door on unsteady legs, unlocks it, and wraps his hand around the doorknob. Just a few minutes. Three, tops. Three minutes until he rips the door open and runs back to Master Clay.

Master Jimmy doesn’t know what he was talking about. No, not Master Jimmy. Just Jimmy, because Master Clay is still his owner no matter what he says.

Apple puts his ear to the door and listens to Jimmy’s receding footsteps. Around the doorknob, his fingers shake. What if Master Clay doesn’t take him back? Apple was bad. No, he was horrible. He left. He left Master Clay. Why did he do that?!

Because Benji told him to—begged him to. They made him promise he would run and never come back.

Apple….he has to keep that promise.

This, this whole staying with Jimmy, it’s temporary. Temporary Master Jimmy. Temporary until Apple can find a way to get back to Master Clay without breaking his promise.

Apple can do that, but until then, he has to wait. So he lets go of the doorknob, flicks the lock closed, and he stays.

Less than an hour later, Temporary Master Jimmy walks through the door with a plastic bag. He waves Apple over to the bedroom, not Temporary Master Jimmy’s and therefore the extra bedroom. Apple’s chest tightens at the notion, but he does as he’s told.

Crawling into the carpeted room, it’s not at all what Apple expects. Instead of empty corners and glaringly bland walls, it’s… oddly homey. There’s an enticing bed in the corner of the room and beside it a simple but lovely wooden nightstand and lamp. At the front of the room, there’s even a little dresser. And… the room itself is a beautiful shade of olive green.

Temporary Master Jimmy’s already in the room, sitting on the floor against the foot of the bed. He wordlessly pats the space beside him.

Apple’s hands start to go numb with fright. Still, it’s a command—even if Temporary Master Jimmy didn’t state so explicitly. Hoping his hesitation doesn’t show, Apple crawls until he’s kneeling where he was gestured to and sits, careful not to let his back touch the bed.

Temporary Master Jimmy lets him get settled, then pulls the plastic bag from earlier into his lap and looks at Apple.

“I know we don’t know each other all that well,” Temporary Master Jimmy starts slowly, “but I noticed you have a kind of… affinity for apple stuff, so I— I got you something.” Apple watches, half excited, half terrified as Temporary Master Jimmy reaches into the bag and pulls out whatever’s in there.

Apple sees the felt stem first, then a dark green leaf sprouting from the top of the round bright green fabric shape. And then he sees legs. Eight to be exact. And eyes.

“It’s an apple octopus plush! Or a… an apple-pus?“ Temporary Master Jimmy laughs a little. “I just… I saw it and I thought it was kind of cute and, you know, figured you might like it. Given… everything…”

Apple’s staring. It’s an octopus, but—but it’s green and it has a leaf and a stem like an apple. And it looks so soft...

But Apple knows It’s a trick. It has to be. People don’t get him things, not without a lot of convincing. Certainly not unprompted. But… but Temporary Master Jimmy’s just holding it out to him expectantly, and every second that passes by, the itch to grab it grows. Soon enough, Apple doesn’t care if it’s a trick. He moves to take it, fully expecting to have it wrenched out of his reach the moment he gets close enough for it to hurt him.

Only it isn’t.

When Apple reaches out to grab it, Temporary Master Jimmy doesn’t snatch it away. He lets Apple take it in his hands. He lets Apple touch its perfect fluffy fabric and hold it to his chest. It’s soft, so much softer than he imagined it’d be.

For the first time since arriving here, Temporary Master Jimmy makes Apple smile.

“I-I got a story, too,” Temporary Master Jimmy continues, smiling like this is the best thing to ever happen to him. He pulls a little hardcover picture book out of the bag to show Apple. “So… so I’ll make you a deal.”

At the words, Apple freezes, and the smile on his face drops in a flash. The look he shoots Temporary Master Jimmy is one of pure horror.

How could he have been so stupid? The rewards, the kind words—of course there’d be a “but.” The salesman never let him off that easy either.

“Okay,” Apple squeaks, because he knows he has no real choice in the matter. He just hopes his behavior earlier won’t influence the severity of the punishment.

What is he thinking? Of course it will.

“I’ll read you a story tonight, but only if… if you sleep on your bed tonight.”

Now he’s just confused. Apple… wasn’t expecting that. He expected to be starved or to receive a whipping, not to sleep on a bed. An insanely plush, comfortable-looking…. bed.

Apple nods because he’s expected to. “Okay.”

Apple doesn’t understand why Temporary Master Jimmy’s face lights up when he says that, but he does know watching Temporary Master Jimmy jump up with the book in hand makes him nervous. Master Clay never let him on the furniture, nevermind a bed. He never told Apple why, but Apple assumes it was the filth that covered him. Besides, Apple wouldn’t want to ruin Master Clay’s lovely couches.

Which is why when Apple stands up with the plushie held to his chest, he hesitates even touching the bed.

He looks longingly over it’s big fluffy pillows and soft, clean green-striped white comforter. Then he peeks at Temporary Master Jimmy, who’s watching him expectantly.

This is what your temporary master wants, Apple reminds himself firmly. It doesn’t matter if he hurts you afterwards. Do as you’re told.

Apple swallows hard and lays a shaking hand on the comforter.

He cringes, waiting for the inevitable yelling, waiting for the punishment. But it doesn’t come. Rather, Temporary Master Jimmy says, “Good! Good. Okay, come on, Apple, you can do it. Get under the covers and I’ll read you that story.”

A story. How long has it been since someone’s read to him? Ages.

So Apple puts his other hand on the comforter, the one holding the plushie, ready for any reprimand he might receive. When he doesn’t get one, he pulls the covers back, crawls onto the mattress, sits himself up amongst the pillows, and covers himself again with the blanket. It feels… foreign. Oddly enough, just a little familiar, too.

Temporary Master Jimmy hides a smile behind his hand, not very well and definitely not in a way that’s reassuring for Apple, before climbing into bed next to him, staying on top of the blankets instead of getting under them.

Still, the proximity makes Apple freeze—well, aside from his hands. Those are shaking uncontrollably despite clutching at the covers by his lap.

Temporary Master Jimmy gets all but comfortable before noticing Apple’s discomfort. “Geez, sorry, I should’ve asked. Is… is it okay for me to be on your bed?”

“Of course,” Apple says without hesitation. His hands continue to shake.

But everything is okay. Whatever his master chooses to do with him is okay. His salesman knew that, Master Clay knew that. Why doesn’t Temporary Master Jimmy get it?

“Here.” Temporary Master Jimmy scoots further to the right, away from Apple, until he’s sitting on the corner of the bed. “Better?”

Apple exhales shakily. “Y-yes?” Is he allowed to answer?

Temporary Master Jimmy shifts until he’s comfortable. Apple takes the octopus plush and pulls it back into his arms, snuggling deeper into the blankets as discreetly as possible.

Beside him, Temporary Master Jimmy smiles. Then he clears his throat and grabs the bright red picture book from his lap.

“Right. So, uh, get comfy.” Temporary Master Jimmy flashes the cover at Apple, who can’t help but watch him with wide, fascinated eyes. “This is Corduroy. I loved this book when I was a kid.” Temporary Master Jimmy flips to the first page. “I mean, I don’t know if you’ll think it’s too kiddy or boring, but… just tell me if you want me to stop.”

Apple nods, barely perceptible, even though he knows he has no intention of doing so. Temporary Master Jimmy chose this book. Of course Apple will be grateful.

“Okay.” Temporary Master Jimmy nods. “I’m… I’m starting now. Uh, Corduroy is a bear who once lived in the toy department of a big store...”

As he reads, Apple finds himself hanging onto every word. He kind of likes how Temporary Master Jimmy’s voice gets huskier when he reads. It reminds him of Master Clay.

With the image in mind, Apple finds his eyes drifting closed against his will.

“...‘You must be a friend,’ said Corduroy. ‘I’ve always wanted a friend.’’

“‘Me too!’ said Lisa, and gave him a big hug.” Temporary Master Jimmy turns the book to Apple to show him the final picture, but he’s almost completely asleep now, curled up on the bed and clutching that apple octopus tightly in his hands.

Temporary Master Jimmy brushes a strand of faded green hair out of Apple’s face and pulls the covers up to waist. He does it so gently, so carefully. He doesn’t know the slightest of touches are enough to rouse Apple.

Temporary Master Jimmy slips out of bed and heads for the door.

Behind him, Apple pipes up, “Thank you, Temporary Master Jimmy.” It’s soft and a little hoarse from the screaming fit he threw earlier, but his appreciation is clear.

“Temporary Ma—? Uh, you’re welcome, Apple.” Temporary Master Jimmy chuckles quietly. “Goodnight.”

On his way out, he flicks the light off and closes the door behind him.

Without Temporary Master Jimmy around, Apple lets himself get truly comfortable. He buries himself in a mound of blankets and pillows and cuddles the apple octopus stuffie against his cheek, for once not worrying that it’ll be taken away from him.

That night, Apple sleeps the most peacefully he has in years.

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factionzero · 4 years ago

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Wanted to share this scene from the Brainiac 5 x Superman fic I'm writing, that you can read here. I apologise in advance that Tumblr Mobile won't let me make read mores, forgive me ♡♡♡♡

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'And you're sure this is legal?' Clark asked as Jimmy showed off the listening device strapped to his chest, a large dish satellite in his hand.

'I mean, yes. Only in a few states but Metropolis is one of them! And Gotham so what does that tell you.' He chuckled darkly as he patted the box.

'I don't know. I don't want my name associated with a lawsuit.' Louis muttered over her mug of coffee.

'Mr Kent?' The floor' receptionist Donna asked, poking her head from her office.

'The reception is calling for you? Said your roommate wants to see you.' She said and Clark perked up instantly.

'Brainy?' He stood up too quickly, knocking over a mug of pencils and pens as he scooted around Jimmy and his contraption.

'Be right back.' He said over his shoulder as he rushed off. Not seeing the curious air in the room full of reporters.

'Roommate? I didn't know he had a roommate?' Jimmy asked with a sulk.

'I did~.' Louis bragged with a shimmy of her shoulders.

The rest of his colleagues joined in and soon they'd migrated to the outside hallway and its glass walls looking down at the reception below them.

'Wait, the blond?' Jimmy asked and Louis nodded, Jimmy gave a low whistle.

'Yep, his name's Querl but Clark has this cute nickname for him, apparently they've known each other for years but he recently moved here…. Right into Clark' apartment.' She said with just enough hint that her hungry coworkers immediately wanted more.

'No way, Clark?'

'I knew it. I knew it.'

'I'm more surprised he's in a relationship.'

'I thought he had a thing for louis.'

'Quiet quiet!' Jimmy shushed, turning the machine on as Clark ran from the stairs entrance.

The machine beeped and scritched till he got it right and just in time too.

'Brainy! Is everything okay?' Clark asked worriedly, coming up and for a moment looking like he was going to hug the smaller man.

'You forgot your lunch. I hope I'm not being a bother.' He said nervously, holding up the bag the group recognised as where Clark usually kept his food.

'You're a lifesaver, I thought I'd have to order in.' He sighed in relief, taking the bag and noticing something as he opened it.

'Oh? There's extra?' He asked and his roommate rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

'I passed by that bakery you liked, so I thought- you hardly eat enough as it is.' He huffed and the group wondered if Brainy was blind because Clark Kent ate more than the office combined.

'Thank you. I uh, I really appreciate it.' Clark said in a dreamy way as he smiled at Brainy like a ray of sunshine.

'Yes, well. I should let you go back to work.' Brainy rushed out, suddenly unsure what to do with his hands.

'Hey, uhm. When I finish, how about we go out? We could go for a fly by?' He said.

'He told me he didn't like the Superman slang.' Jimmy huffed.

'Shhh.' Louis shushed aggressively.

'I'd love to! I mean I- Yes. That would be nice and… I'll see you tonight, Clark.' He said and the way he said Clark was all the evidence the group needed as they hummed and nodded at each other.

'I should let you go-...... Clark, are those your colleagues?' He said, pointing at the window and Clark spun in place as they scrambled away with screeches, feeling like teenagers getting caught peeking as they rushed back to their desks full of giggles.

A few moments later, Clark Kent burst into the office, red faced and scowling at them all before focusing on Jimmy.

'I am so mad right now, you know what? I'm not speaking to you.' He said, and really that was the harshest thing any of them had ever heard Clark say.

'Sorry, sorry. We were curious.' Jimmy begged, hands clasped in prayer.

'Yeah, how come you didn't tell us you had a boyfriend?'

'Yeah, we got the gay flag up and everything, this is a safe space.'

'Mark from accounting is gay.'

'Hes adopting!'

Clark went even redder, his ears burning as he looked around.

'Brainy and I are just friends!' He exclaimed to shocked silence.

Louis stood up, ushering Clark to his seat.

'Alright, office gossip hours are over, anymore and I'll be sending you to HR.' She joked.

'But- Louis, why do they think we're dating? Is it because he brought me food?' He asked cluelessly and Louis sat him down and patted his shoulders.

'Oh you sweet labrador retriever of a man.' She said through chuckles.

He pouted at that. Putting the bag under his desk and returning to work.

As she passed she bent down to Jimmy who looked worriedly at Clark's back.

'Don't worry too much. Just don't bring that thing out on your next job.' She advised and Jimmy gave a hearty nod, kicking the machine to the back of his desk.

Clark looked over the word document blankly. His face was still hot as he pouted. He should have known they'd tease him, he was usually good for jokes but something about what they'd implied had him spinning in his skull.

They were not dating but- should they be? They were having sex fairly regulalry and they were fighting crime together…

He guessed he could see why people would think they were seeing each other in a romantic sense but they'd never even kissed.

Not for a lack of wanting too. He gave a sigh as he thought of just last night. Brainy had been so close, practically begging to be kissed but he didn't, too scared of being rejected.

Maybe he should ask? Clear the air a little but the thought of Brainy saying it was just sex or that he didnt like Clark like that? It made him sad and a little angry.

He'd gotten far too used to Brainy's constant companionship. Brainy knew both sides of him and liked him for both.

Clark didn't want to lose that. He'd try to ask a little tonight, just some leading questions, nothing serious.

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#i guessed jimmy' name and thank god it was right lmao #brainysupes #Superman x Brainiac 5 #brainiac 5 fanfiction #superman fanfiction #legion of superheroes #fanfiction

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 4 years ago

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Couldn't remember if you were looking for prompts from a specific list but I couldn’t find one so hopefully I can inspire a Lee fic with the dialogue "we don't have to wait" where Lee grows impatient as he drives reader to a dinner date after she finally said yes to him... anyways, luv ya! -Roo

Pairings - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Words - 1523

Warnings - attempted mugging, slight choking, character manipulation, implied sex

A/N - Roo! Thanks so much for sending me this prompt, I love writing for Lee. Hopefully it was worth the wait, thanks as always to @buckyownsmylife for beta reading this and fixing my mistakes as usual.

Working at the police station for the last year you got to know the best and worst of your town. People seemed to lay it all out at the station, Mrs Langley came by once a week with a pie and a smile hoping to get some gossip from you, but you were always tight lipped, you gave her a thin smile and sent her on her way every time.

Sheriff Lee Bodecker had been on a campaign to win the town over and become mayor, you thought it was nothing more than a power trip but he couldn't be worse than the man in charge now, he was as corrupt and dirty as the Sheriff but he was also very handsy with the young girls and for that alone you wanted to see him gone.

You were refreshing your mug of coffee when Lee came into the break room looking for you. “Are you ever going to let me take you out, sweets?” he asked you, standing a bit too close and tilting your chin up with his fingers.

“No, sheriff, I can't. It's not a good idea for me to be dating the boss, people will talk about me, saying I only got the job by getting on my back.” You manoeuvred away from him, smiling softly and going back to your desk. You didn’t want to go out with the man, something about him gave you the creeps and you couldn’t put your finger on it but the more distance between you and that man the better.

The next morning went the same as any other, Deputy Greaves brought in the box of pastries, Darlene brought in the large pot of coffee and everyone sat around the table to have the team meeting. As the station secretary it was your job to take notes and so you sat next to the Sheriff thinking nothing of him pulling his chair closer and leaning into your space. You sat absentmindedly doodling little animals on your page as Detective Hill droned on and on about the potholes on main street when you felt it. His thigh was pushed up against yours, you couldn’t move away from him without making it obvious, so you decided to try and ignore it while carrying on making notes.

A few minutes passed and his hand was suddenly resting on your thigh, fingers lazily playing with the hem of your skirt. You looked up at him and saw that he was just staring straight ahead, listening to the speech that still hadn’t ended. His hand started to move, hitching your skirt higher but not touching you anymore than he was. Your face heated up and you were so distracted you hadn’t realised Deputy Greaves had asked you a question, asking him to repeat it you saw the Sheriff smile to himself and move his hand away, clearly satisfied with whatever it was that he was trying to accomplish.

Getting back to your desk, you aren’t sure if you should say something or if you should just leave it, he was the sheriff and he could make your life very difficult if he wanted to. Deciding to ignore it, you quickly type up the notes and get them handed out to the team, before grabbing your purse and rushing to the diner for lunch.

You aren’t very far from the station when someone runs past you and grabs your bag, trying to snatch it off your shoulder, he threatens to hurt you unless you give it up. You scream for help and, seemingly out of nowhere, Lee grabs him and pushes him up against the wall, cuffing him and roughing him up a little.

The sense of relief you feel because he was nearby rushes through you and you can’t stop thanking him. He chuckles at you and smiles down, lifting your chin up the way he always seems to. “You can thank me by going out with me tonight? C’mon sweets, just one night, let me take you out.” You nod and smile a little at him, you can’t really say no, he saved you. Just one night and he’ll leave you alone, he’ll move on to whoever his next infatuation is.

Lee takes the mugger round the corner and quickly uncuffs him, handing him some money and checking he didn’t hurt him too much. “Thanks man, worked a treat” before sending him in the opposite direction and heading back to the station.

After taking a long lunch at the Sheriff's insistence you get back to your desk. Your cheeks warm up a little when you see a small bunch of flowers, the note attached reading “I'll pick you up at 8, dress nicely. LB”. You push the flowers to the edge of your desk and try not to think about it, how was it going to work? You didn’t want to go but couldn’t really say no, you’d just put on a brave face and smile at him politely. One night, that's all, you repeat to yourself once again.

You’re finishing up some paperwork when you hear someone clearing their throat for attention, looking up you see Mrs Langley stood with what looked like a peach cobbler, no doubt here for her weekly gossip. You thought she would somehow know about your date so you tried to not talk at all in case she used her old lady magic on you and made you spill the beans. Lee walked past just as you were deep into her chat about the Henderson boys and their latest prank in the town square, he raised his eyebrow to question you and all you could do was give him a tiny smile, he winked at you, tipped his hat and left to do his patrol.

It was 7:55, you were ready and waiting for him. The dread in your stomach makes you feel even more nervous than usual so you have a quick swig from the brandy bottle you keep in your kitchen. Hearing a knock on your door, you smooth your dress out and answer with a nervous smile. Lee looks good, it's the first time you’ve seen him without his uniform on and you actually quite like it, he almost looks like a normal guy and not the creep you’re used to.

He holds his arm out for you to take and leads you to his car where he opens the door like a gentleman, you make small talk and strangely enjoy being in his company. He seems more relaxed than he is usually. Seeing the diner up ahead, you grab your handbag from the footwell but look at him strangely when he drives straight past. He watches you from the corner of his eye and smirks to himself when you put your bag back down, visibly confused.

Pulling into what looks like some sort of lovers lane he stops the car and turns his body to you, the expression on his face like nothing you had ever seen before. “Lee, what are we doing here? I thought we were going to Jimmys?” He scoffs at the suggestion that he would take you there on a first date where the whole town would be watching.

“You know I'm running for town mayor?” He runs his fingers up and down your neck, making you shiver. You nod at him and try to move away from his inquisitive fingers. “I’m going to need a pretty little wife by my side, everyone loves a family man”.

You lean back and look at him in horror “And what, you think this is the best way to get a wife?” you spit out, shocked when his fingers suddenly wrap around your throat, gently squeezing in warning. His eyes darken as he takes in your form, admiring the pretty blue dress you wore for him. Smirking at the fear in your eyes, he moves his hand from your throat and squeezes your chin.

“I need a wife and a baby, you’re here now, we don't have to wait, I know you want this or you wouldn't have agreed to be here tonight.” He keeps a firm hold of you and uses his other hand to slowly unbutton your dress. Pulling it open he marvels at your white cotton brassiere, rubbing his thumb over your nipple before pinching it, making you gasp out.

He sits back and unbuckles his belt, pushing his jeans and underwear down enough to free his hard cock. “Now be a good girl, get over here and take a seat,” he growls at you, grabbing you and pulling you towards him. “You’re all mine now, don’t forget that or I can make you disappear just like wife number one,” he sneers at you, patting the gun he had stored in the door. Getting you into position over his lap he grabs your hair at the scalp. “You’ll make me such a good man sweets, now get to work.” He pushes his chair back and smiles at you as you sink down and whine for him, tears silently rolling down your cheeks.

#lee bodecker #lee bodeckerxreader #lee bodeckerxyou #Sebastian Stan

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robert-de-niro-only-fans · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for Paulie's Niece!Reader coming back to Brooklyn

Requested by @aurelie34-43 💖✨ thank you for your lovely ask! This is gonna be longer than usual for headcanons so buckle in. Y'all know I be dreaming about the Goodfellas DAILY so I got a lot to say!

TW: stealing, mentions of guns, implied smut

Reader is about 18-19, niece to Paulie and Tuddy Cicero, and she hasn't been in New York in several years

Coming off of your flight into New York, Paulie (your favorite uncle) picked you up from the airport. He knew you would appreciate seeing him first and he wouldn't have any less for his favorite niece.

He takes you to the cabstand where all of Paulie's friends hangout to play cards at night

He pulls you up into a big hug upon getting out the car; he's so happy to have you back home

This doesn't last long, because Tuddy is giddy to see you and give you hugs as well

All of the "uncles" get up from their cards and cigars to give you a warm welcome back to Brooklyn, some of them even slipping cash into your pockets

Sitting around catching up with Uncle Paulie, seeing the pure joy in his face as he listens to you

"Hey! Paulie's smiling so much you'd think he got a facelift!!" Tuddy would joke and all the uncles laugh until they get a deadpan stare from their boss

He can't keep a straight face when he hears your giggling over his shoulder

A car rolls up with some guys inside making a lot of noise, the car shuts off and they're all practically wrestling each other out the car

You immediately recognize them: Tommy, Henry, and Jimmy. They had been the only ones even close to your age when you were in Brooklyn, although Jimmy was much older than you

Henry, upon seeing an attractive girl with all the uncles: "who is THAT!!?"

Tommy: "that's Paulie's Niece, you stupid fucker, you don't recognize her? What's the matter with you?"

Jimmy, kind of frozen in place: "oh... She grew up" 😏

Immediately and unspoken, it becomes a competition between the three of them to have you

At the restaurant, while Jimmy and Henry are busy wheeling and dealing, selling stuff out the back, Tommy gets you by yourself

He takes you to a room with less people, which is pretty difficult add the restaurant is always busy

Tommy being Tommy, he thinks the way to your heart is through laughter, and it does work for the most part

Around the time, Paulie, Jimmy, and Henry realize you're missing, Tommy is bringing you back to the table, thoroughly satisfied by the fact that he landed a kiss from you

Paulie has a room set up for you at his place, he's glad to have you there where he knows you're safe

One morning, Henry picks you up, taking you out to run errands all day

You had always been really good friends with Henry when you were both younger

It was obvious he was really into you then, but even more now

He couldn't keep his hands off of you wherever you weren't in the car. Trading guns, picking up groceries, taking Paulie's calls, whatever, he was all over you

Back at Paulie's he made sure to go up to your room with you before leaving

Maybe you jumped the gun with Tommy, maybe Henry was a better choice. He was extremely charming.

Henry also kisses you, thinking he got to you first

Jimmy likes to hang out with you at Paulie's house when Paulie has all his friends over

Jimmy teaches you to gamble and all of the card strategies that your uncles use when they're playing

He likes you but you would never know, and he was really patient in making his move, spending a lot of time with you in a place where you're comfortable before trying to get you alone

One night during cards, he walks up behind you, placing his hands on your hips. He pretends he's whispering about game strategy, but instead he says, "I know those two little boys already had a pass at you. Let me take you out tomorrow, princess, and show you how a grown man does it."

You're left standing there like a deer caught in headlights

The next night, he takes you out on the nicest date you've ever been on, and it was kind of flattering that he wasn't trying to sneak around with you.

Paulie expected that you wouldn't be back until late (he didn't know it was a date), but he certainly wasn't expecting you to not come home at all

The next morning, Jimmy returned you to Paulie's where everyone was gathered for family dinner

When you showed up wearing one of Jimmy's shirts, Tommy and Henry realized Jimmy had done a little more than just kissing you

And when Paulie saw the upset look on Tommy and Henry's faces, he realized what had been going on right under his nose

He blamed himself though, ultimately he was responsible for teaching you all how to get away with anything

#robert de niro #goodfellas #jimmy conway #imagine #joe pesci #tommy devito #henry hill #ray liotta #paulie #tuddy #headcanon

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expectingtofly · 4 years ago

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this year i wrote 35 fics!! I’m absolutely shocked bc before 2020, despite loving to write, i hadn’t written anything for a year and a half. i guess i was just storing up ideas and motivation :)

also... this was my first time ever writing fics!! i’m so glad i gave in and started writing destiel fics, bc it really has helped my creativity and writing process, and most importantly, helped me to just freakin’ write. writing is definitely a form of self-care for me, and boy oh boy did i need self-care in this shitshow of a year :)

thanks to everyone on my taglist and everyone who reads my fics. getting involved in the destiel fic fandom and receiving such wonderful feedback is the reason i’ve managed to write so much this year and im so so grateful <3

here’s a list of my top 8 favorite fics that i wrote this year and below the cut is a list of every fic I wrote this year with links. enjoy and stay tuned for more in 2021 :)

Home for Christmas

1.7k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post Canon, Canon Divergent, Domestic Destiel, Cas and Dean Live in A House Together, Cas is Very Emotional, and When He Cries, Dean Cries, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Just You

960 words, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Human!Castiel, Castiel Struggles with Being Human, Dean Gets a Paper Cut and is Muy Dramático, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

All Yours

2k, T, AO3, Tumblr

15x19 Coda, Fix-It, Love Confession, Dean and Cas in Love, Lazy Mornings, Dean and Cas Are Saps, Fluff, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Dean and Cas Being Dorks, Sam and Jack Are So Done, Snowball Fight, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Dancing in the Square

1.3k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Dean and Cas Slow Dance, Christmas Tree Lighting, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Fuck Mistletoe

2k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Human!Cas, Dean and Cas Figuring Out How to Be a Couple, Dean Hangs Mistletoe, Cas Is a Little Oblivious, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

566 words, G, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Human!Cas, Dean and Cas Drive in the Impala and Listen to Christmas Music, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Tradition (or, Two Hunters, a Former Angel, and the God of the Universe Walk into a Kitchen...)

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Human!Cas, TFW 2.0 Bake Christmas Cookies Together (with less than perfect results), SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Because I Like You

632, G, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Human!Cas, Castiel and Dean Watch TV, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

One Hell (Heaven?) of a Situation

2.6k, T, AO3, Tumblr

15x20 Coda, Fix-It, Jimmy Novak and Kansas are in Heaven, Fluff and Crack, Love Confession, Dean and Cas need to use their words

Eternity

1.3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

15x20 Coda, Fix-It, Love Confession, Romantic Fluff, Slow Dancing, Forehead Touching, Dean and Cas Get The Ending They Deserve

While You Sleep

1.5k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Angst, Pining, Cas watches over Dean, Profound Bond, The Handprint, Cas has doubts

Angel in a Hoodie

1.5k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Mutual Pining, Fluff, Angst, Dean and Cas Go Shopping, Dean and Cas Need to Use Their Words, Cas Wears an Oversized Hoodie

Reunion

2k, G, AO3, Tumblr

15x18 Coda, Angst, Dean Prays to Cas, Dean Rescues Cas, Happy Ending, Forehead Touching, Love Confession

Wicked Game

104k, E, AO3

Western AU, Enemies to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Period-Typical Homophobia, Dub Con, Sexual Tension, Top Cas/Bottom Dean, Outlaw Dean and Cas, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Angst, Pining, Eventual Fluff, Dean/Cas Big Bang 2020

completely, perfectly, incandescently happy

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Dean and Cas Watch Pride and Prejudice, Established Dean/Cas, Domestic Fluff, Bisexual Dean, Dean and Cas Are Saps

The Cost of Happiness

1.5k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Cas’ Deal With the Empty, Angst, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Implied MCD

when Castiel heals him, Dean feels warm

500 words, G, AO3, Tumblr

Angelic Healing, Pining, Holding Hands, Profound Bond, Inspired By that 15x8 moment where Dean and Cas come this close to holding hands

Relief

3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Angelic Healing, Angst, Mutual Pining, Sam is Essentially a Relationship Counselor, Love Confessions, Weakened Grace

The Ranger and The Tourist

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Real World AU, Meet-Cute, Park Ranger Dean, Tourist Gabriel and Cas

How to Say I Love You With Socks

2k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Mutual Pining, Fluff (so much fluff), Socks are Dean and Cas’ Love Language, First Kiss, Profound Bond

The Archer and The Squire

85k, M, AO3

Robin Hood AU, Medieval AU, First Kiss, First Love, Slow Burn, Period-Typical Homophobia, Mix of SPN and Robin Hood Characters, Squire!Cas, Fluff, Pining

Proposal in the Produce Aisle

2k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Established Dean/Cas, Domestic Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Dean and Cas Go Grocery Shopping, Dean and Cas Need to Use Their Words, Sam is Essentially a Marriage Counselor

Like Looking in a Mirror... Or Not?

3k, E, AO3, Tumblr

15x13 Coda, Established Dean/Cas, Dean/HunterCorp!Dean, Awkward Sexual Situations, Doppelganger Sex, PWP

This Charming Man

5k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Meet-Cute, College AU, College Student Cas, Roofer Dean, Based Off the Song “This Charming Man” by The Smiths, ficwip5k 2020 Challenge

Morning Confessions (or, Waking Up Next to an Angel)

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Mutual Pining, Castiel and Dean Use Their Words, Sharing a Bed, Falling in Love, Angel Wings, Castiel Watches Over Dean

When Parents Come to Visit (or, The Shittiest Anniversary Ever)

5k, E, AO3, Tumblr

Established Dean/Cas, Roommates AU, College AU, Coming Out, Fluff, Light BDSM, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, ficwip5k 2020 Challenge

The Accidental Prayer

2k, E, AO3, Tumblr

Accidental Voyeurism, Masturbation, Castiel and Dean Use Their Words, (Accidentally) Praying to Castiel, Mutual Pining

My Darling, My Dearest, My Dear

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Established Dean/Cas, Fluff, watching Dr. Sexy M.D., Jack Kline, Choosing Pet Names For Each Other

The Fortune Teller

3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Real World AU, Beach Vacation, Palm Reader!Cas, Love Cynic Dean, Background Sam/Eileen, Stay At Home Challenge Week 10, Based Off the Song “The Fortune Teller” by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss

When Angels Wear Flannel

5k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Post-Purgatory, Cas Wears Dean’s Clothes, Hunter!Castiel, Case Fic, Pining, Stay At Home Challenge Week 9

Hope in the Form of One Small Bee

1.5k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Established Relationship, Depressed Castiel, Caring Dean, Fluff, Angst, Set Sometime in S9, Hopeful Ending, Stay At Home Challenge Week 8

Just For Tonight

3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

9x6 Coda, The Missing HoursTM, Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Human!Cas, SPN Stay At Home Challenge Week 7

In All the Universes

3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

15x13 Coda, HunterCorp!Winchesters, Jealous Dean, Established Relationship, Fluff, a lil crack, SPN Stay At Home Challenge Week 6

Sutter Creek

66k, M, AO3

Western AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Happy Ending

#expectingtofly masterlist #2020 masterlist

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witchyspell · 5 years ago

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Fear of Losing You

pairing: Jimmy Darling x gender neutral!reader

summary/request: Jimmy darling x male reader: dandy and reader both meet at a show and hit it off...spending more time with dandy ment less with jimmy...jimmy being jealous decides to get your attention 💖 requested by @kingreidx

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: swearing, alcohol abuse (very drunk jimmy), angst and fluff ofc, dandy’s god complex

A/N: i’m sorry this took so long! i’ve just been overwhelmed lately and suffering from, you guessed it, writer’s block. this made me want to watch freak show for the third time, i love that season so much...anyway, i hope you enjoy! :)

IMPORTANT NOTE: this request originally asked for a male!reader’s perspective. however, more than half way through, i realized i hadn’t mentioned any specific pronouns to designate the reader and that there were no details that implied their gender. i decided to change it to a gender neutral perspective so anyone (including a male reader) could read it. i hope you understand!

[full credit to the owner of this gif!]

Eight months ago, you met the most caring and thoughtful person, Jimmy Darling. Never in your entire life had you ever encountered such a selfless and considerate soul. His laughter was unbelievably contagious and his charm so strong. His sole presence lit up any room instantly.

You first saw him when you attended Fräulein Elsa’s Cabinet of Curiosities or in other words, the town’s freak show. The idea of spending actual money to watch people perform and be treated like circus animals made you sick. They were still human no matter how they looked or what deformities they possessed, but your parents thought otherwise. They insisted it would be amusing and a ‘nice outing’.

You went anyway, the idea of defying your parents way too risky. Little did you know, that that evening, you’d meet the person who would soon become the light of your life.

From the moment he stepped on stage, you were immediately captivated. His chestnut curls drooped down over his forehead. And his eyes, despite being dark, shone under the stage lights. You didn’t notice anything unusual about him until he removed his hands from behind his back.

“These pinchers dont hold me back,” he exclaimed cheerfully. “Watch me juggle!”

The ‘pinchers’ in question resembled exactly that. They were quite large and his index and middle finger fused together as well as his ring and little finger.

The crowd oohed and aahed but you remained mostly unfazed. You studied his face a little longer, sensing something was off. Behind that joyful, cheery facade he looked unhappy, almost embarrassed.

His gaze caught yours as he wrapped up his performance, offering a smile to the audience (which you now knew wasn’t genuine) and showing off his abnormal hands one last time. Later that night, you introduced yourself to Jimmy Darling and entered his atypical, curious world.

✾ ✾ ✾

Sitting on one of the squeaky wooden chairs, you watched and absentmindedly listened as Bette and Dot practiced their singing for the upcoming show. Rehearsals had eventually become tedious and repetitive, since you never participated in the performances.

Your job was to sell tickets, and sell tickets you did. You also welcomed the spectators as they entered the show’s grounds, plastering on the biggest grin you could possibly muster.

You loved spending time and bonding with everyone but it was getting old. So old, you’d sometimes miss the show and wait in the makeup tent until you had to escort the audience out.

A quick peck to your cheek pulled you out of your thoughts and you blinked, your eyes readjusting to the intense show lights. You looked up and saw Jimmy watching you intently, waiting for you to react to his presence. He looked concerned when you didn’t respond and sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around your frame.

“Everythin’ alright, sweetheart?” Jimmy asked, cocking his head to the side.

You didn’t want to worry him so you simply nodded. What would you even tell him? That you were unhappy? That was false. You just craved something exciting...new.

“I’m fine, Jimmy. Really, I was just lost in thought that’s all,” you reassured him.

“Will you come to the show tonight, then?” Jimmy asked, pouting at you. He knew you couldn’t possibly refuse him, especially when he made that adorable face. You paused, feigning considering his offer before assuring him you were only teasing. “If you insist.”

He opened his mouth, most likely to make a witty comment, but you shut him up. You brushed your thumb over his cheek and leaned in, ever so softly kissing his pouty lips. He pulled you in even closer and you rested your head on his shoulder, watching the lights flicker as Dot’s voice echoed through the tent’s walls.

✾ ✾ ✾

Great amounts of people were rapidly flooding in, creating a large crowd. By the looks of it, tonight was going to be very busy and you were certainly not complaining. Lots of people meant lots of tips, which meant lots of publicity and propaganda for the show.

After gathering everyone and selling an impressive amount of tickets, it was nearly show time. You rushed to the makeup tent and made sure everyone was ready to perform, the perfectionist side of you definitely spilling out a little.

Elsa was the opening act, her voice never ceasing to amaze you. As you entered the tent, you spotted Jimmy pacing back in forth, seemingly nervous.

You walked over to him. “Jimmy, love...Is everything okay?” Concern laced your voice and you furrowed your eyebrows. He wasn’t a stranger to stage fright, on the contrary, it was a regular occurrence for him but it was rarely that bad.

“There’s- God, there’s so many people out there, Y/N! I don’t know if I can do it,” he shakily spoke, looking pale as a ghost.

“You’ve done this countless times, Jimmy! It’s just a few more people than usual, you can do it,” you soothed, your words only mildly reassuring him.

He shook his head and closed his eyes, the anxiety becoming overbearing. “No, it’s not the same-“

“I know it isn’t but there is absolutely nothing to worry about, okay? You always do great, tonight won’t be any different,” you engulfed him in a tight embrace and spoke in his ear. “Now, go show ‘em what you got.”

He smiled at you, whispered a quick ‘I love you’ and darted out of the tent. You followed him, confirmed every single performer was all set to go and sat in the audience. The lights dimmed, plunging the room in complete darkness and the curtains were drawn to reveal Elsa in beautiful makeup and a just as beautiful dress. Her graceful voice deeply moved you, feeling almost transported by it.

You subtly glanced around towards the end of her performance, trying to discern the look on people’s faces. Most of them looked disappointed, but you weren’t surprised. They were here for the ‘freaks’, not the real talent after all.

As your eyes scanned the crowd, a particular someone caught your eye.

He appeared to be in his mid twenties and was the textbook definition of ‘tall, dark and handsome’. He had slicked back seemingly black hair, perfectly parted down the middle. His baby blue irises, although adverted towards the stage, were still visible and bright. He wore an elegant, unique striped suit that probably cost ten times more than the most expensive item you owned.

Next to him sat an older, strawberry blonde woman who you assumed was his mother. It was clear they were significantly wealthy from their luxurious clothing.

Your attention was still fixated on the young man. Something about him was intriguing, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Elsa had long left the stage by now and it was time for the others to shine. He looked mesmerized by everyone on stage. The fascination in his eyes was blatantly obvious, like a child in a candy shop.

He must have felt someone staring because his gaze met yours rather abruptly. You quickly spun your head back around, caught off guard. Slightly embarrassed, you shyly peered at him from the corner of your eye to make sure he was no longer paying attention to you.

Much to your surprise, he was now staring at you, an unreadable expression plastered on his face. He didn’t smile or nod, just stared. Jimmy appeared on stage just as you were beginning to get slightly anxious. You beamed at him, mouthing a silent ‘you got this’ and he flashed you his signature alluring grin in return.

The stranger still rumbled through your mind as you watched your boyfriend juggle four, five...six bowling pins. As soon as the show ended, you were about to make your way backstage to congratulate Jimmy, when a foreign male voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Excuse me?”

You hesitantly turned around and found yourself face to face with no other than the dapper young man. “Yes?” you answered skeptically.

“I noticed you speaking with one of the freaks earlier. Do you, perhaps, happen to work here?” he asked. You cringed at his choice of words but knowing correcting him wouldn’t get you anywhere, you ignored it.

“Uh, yes I do.” The awkward tension in the air was undeniably present and you slightly stuttered.

“Fascinating! You aren’t one of them I presume. You seem perfectly attractive...” he started. “Tell me, how is it living with freaks?” Your face, once again, twisted in disgust at his poor wording but you stayed calm. Jimmy on the other hand would have been fuming. The man before you had a posh way of speaking, his voice matching his wealth. It was drastically different from what you heard on a day to day basis.

“I didn’t even introduce myself! How foolish of me! Forgive me, my name is Dandy Mott,” he exclaimed, disregarding his previous question and holding his hand out.

You hesitantly took it. “Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” Dandy’s grip was strong as you shook his hand. He gave you a heartfelt, closed mouthed smile and bid you goodbye.

“I’ll certainly be looking forward to seeing you again, Y/N.”

✾ ✾ ✾

Ever since your first encounter with Dandy, he attended every single show with no exception. You had grown to enjoy his company even though he was strange at times. Both of you would often go on picnics and walks through town. You, of course, made sure he understood it was purely platonic. You might have been spending less time with Jimmy, but you still remained faithful. He respected your boundaries and didn’t make any advances.

Dandy was different and you liked that about him. You needed something different. Before him, every day felt the exact same and it was painfully exhausting.

Everything was going smoothly until one night, Dandy shared his beliefs about him being ‘a supreme being’. He had hinted at it before, but you brushed it off, thinking it was nothing more than an eccentric pleasantry. You were both standing in front of the freak show’s gates and its frightening entrance when he unveiled that side of himself.

“I am a god!” he had cried out. You were at a loss for words, not believing he truly felt that way at first.

“Is this some kind of joke?” you asked.

“No, this isn’t a joke! This is what I was destined to be. Don’t you get it?” Dandy was becoming more and more agitated by the second, stepping dangerously closer to you. “I would have preferred to tell you this somewhere more...formal. But here we are.”

“Dandy-”

“I thought you of all people would understand, Y/N. Why do you always have to make things so painfully complicated?” he sighed, sounding exasperated.

“Please Dandy...” Your voice trembled. “Leave, I just n-need you to leave.”

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically once again. “You really are insufferable, aren’t you?” Right as he was reaching for you arm, Eve appeared.

“Y/N, there you are! There’s- uh, you see Jimmy-“ she fumbled over her words and you took it as an opportunity to flee the scene. You trusted Eve would take care of Dandy and send him home.

You entered the show’s campus and were immediately stunned by what you saw. A small, familiar crowd of people gathered around Jimmy as he flailed his arms around, nearly dropping and smashing the whiskey bottle in his right hand. His shirt was stained with what appeared to be sweat and vomit, from drinking all night. You immediately rushed over to him.

“Oh, look who finally showed up! Have fun with that prick? You manage to remove that stick up his ass yet?” he slurred, sarcastically tipping his hat at you.

“Are you insane? What the fuck are you doing?” You whisper-yelled, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to his caravan.

“Come on, Y/N! You’re no fun! I was just explaining to them how you ditched me for some rich jerk,” Jimmy blabbered on, nearly tripping over himself.

He dragged his feet in the dirt, ruining his already worn out shoes and dropped the bottle to the ground, completely shattering it. He muttered a simple ‘oops’, chuckling to himself. You practically shoved him inside the caravan and he stumbled onto the bed.

“Get up, you’re filthy,” you demanded, the stench of his clothes unbearable.

“So, this is what I have to do for you to notice me? Get shit-faced?” He sat up, a now hurt expression on his face.

“You know that’s not true,” you settled beside him and he raised his arms, a whiff of sweat hitting your nose instantly. You peeled off the dirty garment from his skin and threw it on the floor, at the foot of the bed. You gently tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at you. His breath reeked of booze but you ignored it.

“I thought I lost you,” Jimmy whispered, tears pricked at his eyes and threatened to fall down.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to distance myself from you, I just-“ you paused, contemplating your words. “I can’t live like this anymore, Jimmy. Not here. And I know it sounds selfish because it hasn’t even been a year, but it’s the truth. I just can’t.” Your voice cracked as a tight knot formed in your throat, and you desperately searched Jimmy’s face for anything that could indicate how he was feeling.

“Come here.”

You leaped into his arms as your tears wet his bare chest. Sobs racked your body as you finally let go of everything you kept bottled in and hidden deep within yourself. Jimmy’s calloused fingers soothingly rubbed circles on the exposed skin of your back while you cried, before slowly pulling away. You peered up at him with glassy eyes, your lower lip trembling.

“I’m so sorry for everything, Jimmy. Dandy he-“ you shakily started but Jimmy was quick to shush you.

“Shh...it’s okay, baby. I forgive you,” he warmly smiled. His eyes suddenly lit up, an imaginary lightbulb shining over his head. “Now, what do you say we run away together?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at his outrageous proposition. So many questions ran through your mind but you chose the obvious one.

“Are you serious?” you asked, utterly baffled. Jimmy burst in a fit of laughter, his adoration for you clearer than ever.

“Of course I am! All I want is a shot at a normal life...with you.” He grinned from ear to ear, his beautiful face radiating with joy causing your heart to flutter.

“Then yes, without a doubt,” you said, tearing up once more. “I love you. ”

“And I love you,” Jimmy murmured, softly pressing his lips to the top of your head and laying down, lulling you both to sleep.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs imagine #ahs one shot #jimmy darling request #jimmy darling x reader #jimmy darling imagine #jimmy darling one shot #jimmy darling

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