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I still find it so funny that Caterpie acted as if Squirtle was this unstoppable force of nature that corrupted them. Like no, dear, you did that yourself.
Love them for that tbh. What an antagonist.
#starter squad#starter squad spoilers#pokĂ©mon#also can we talk about how brutal that speech was#like imagine the person that killed your best friend and wore his head as an accessory#who also turned you into a weapon btw#turns to you and is like âdamn I pity whoever controls you next đâ#Yeah if I were Squirtle my brain would also not work as intended after that holy fk
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7:02pm â gojo satoru ; part two to this imagine
"gojo, your hair is in my mouth."
"you're lucky i washed it a few days ago."
you peer up at him over your phone. "a few days? how many? gojo, tell me."
gojo hums to himself and you hate that it might be serious consideration that he's under. "like maybe seven?"
you gag, flailing at your mouth and spitting out the few strands. you faintly hear gojo complain but it's overridden as you deal with your dilemma.
the two of you were curled inside the stomach of one of getou's curses as it flew across the ocean to arrive back at jujutsu high. the cramped space and gooey flesh makes you shiver, effectively increasing your poor mood, but perhaps the biggest detriment was the person you were stuck with.
sure, public transport was a viable option but yaga had specifically emphasised on the "top-secret" and "classified" written in big bold red letters on the mission file. this meant no one was to know, not ordinary people, not curses and not even other sorcerers.
granted, the school had access to one private jet which they were willing to offer, but that jet only had space for one.
the three of you had sat down and played a game of scissors paper rock to determine who takes it, and while you were lucky to win it for the trip forward, getou ends up victorious for the way back.
and now, you were stuck in close proximity with gojo inside the gut of a flying dragon.
"why are you in such a bad mood anyway?" gojo has the audacity to ask, as if he wasn't the sole reason why you were uncomfortable. you keep your mouth shut though, nothing good will come out of admitting your undying, and unfortunately unrequited, love for him.
"i'm in a perfectly fine mood."
"why do you look like that then, all constipated and everything? did you not go to the bathroom before we left?"
you curl your fingers into a fist and punch him in the chest. it hits his uniform, smearing some of the curses' stomach juice. "of course i did! i'm not a newbie sorcerer."
"ouch!"
"that didn't hurt you."
"how are you going to tell me how i feel?" gojo jabs back. "because it did hurt, it hurt my feelings."
"oh boohoo."
"so you are mad."
you bite your lip and turn away, finding the abdominal wall of the beast easier on the eyes than your own friend. "i'm not."
"you're sulking."
"i'm not." you hiss before taking in a deep breath. "look gojo, can we just stay quiet until we get there?"
gojo keeps staring at you through his glasses and his face fails to give his thoughts away. the suspense is killing you, but before you can relent and ask what he has to say, he clears his throat.
"i have something to tell you."
you sigh, rubbing at your head. "what is it?"
"wait, don't turn around and keeping looking at the wall. hey, what did i just say?"
"gojo, the view isn't really the best to sightsee. why can't i look at you?"
"because if you do, i don't think i can tell you after all."
you close your mouth. "is it that serious?"
"yeah." he clears his throat again, adjusting the collar of his uniform. "look, i know you've been weird around me the past few days and i donât think itâs because i stretched out your uniform when i wore it last weekend. i don't know why youâre being mean to me, and shoko and getou won't tell me either."
you resist the urge to look at him. "you're having this kind of talk with me now? here? seriously?"
"you won't even stay in the same room as me for more than a few minutes! getou may call this curse his bad-luck curse but for me right now it's the only way to get you to listen to me." he stays quiet for a few seconds. "this is really serious, okay, so don't make any comments. i know you're practically brimming with them."
it was true you had a lot to say, but gojo's serious attitude was putting you off. still, having him call you out made you more aggravated and you let one slip. "well, this is really bad-luck for me."
gojo clicks his tongue and you can see the irritation on his face before his words are even coloured with it. "i'm not telling you this so you can feel the same way butâ"
the curse suddenly tilts to the side, throwing you into gojo as the four walls of its stomach becomes a wheel, rotating you around. you yelp as your forehead hits him hard in the chest, tears springing to your eyes at the pain.
âwhatâs going on?â
the two of you spin round and round, and you can't distinguish your screams from gojo's as gravity plays you like a toy, throwing you around.
the movement makes you sick. "gojo, do something! blast it!"
"getou'll get mad if i kill another one of his curses!"
"are you kidding, we're going to die!"
gojo swears, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into his chest. with his other arm, he holds out his hand and presses it on the flesh.
you tuck your chin in, squeezing your eyes shut when you realise he hadn't started chanting his technique. "what are you doing?" you look up at him and find him staring at the exit of the stomach through all the goo and chaos.
with a trembling finger, he points to it. you stare into the abyss, squinting your eyes to make out its indistinct shapes. what was that pulsing thing, attached to the side? and was it just you, but was it getting bigger?
with a start, you realise that the curse was about to throw up. and coincidentally, so were you.
"it's going to throw us up!" you share your realisation with gojo but the look on his face tells you he already arrived at the same thought.
he opens his mouth to say something, or scream you're not too sure as the walls of the stomach contracts. distantly, you feel gojo slide his other arm around you and his infinity takes over, shielding the two of you as you're forcefully ejected from the curse's mouth.
a scream escapes your throat as you escape the curse's, wind rushing through your ears. gojo swears again, bringing his arm up to protect your head.
you only know you're safe when you feel air again, the real kind, not the gas built up in the curse's stomach. a thud tells you gojo has landed on solid ground again and you've never felt more grateful to be alive, your entire body relaxing as your soul leaves.
gojo sighs with you, his hold slightly loosening.
getou watches as you're spat out, stepping out of the private jet with a big smile on his face. "you guys look rough."
you feel gojo tense his jaw rather than see it. "what was that for?"
getou shrugs, throwing a bag over his shoulder. he starts digging through it. "i told you that curse is some serious bad-luck. at least you both arrived in one piece.â he looks up and raises an eyebrow at you. âliterally in one piece, are you guys going to stay like that forever?"
your mind slowly pieces together your position, still curled up in gojo's arms as he is sat on the pavement, before you leapt out. gojo makes no move to stop you, though you think he might have tsked.
"here, this is for you." getou finally pulls out what he was searching for from his bag and throws it at the two of you.
you catch it instinctively, studying the object in your hand. "a can of soda?"
"for surviving."
"that curse of yours is a safety hazard." you mutter, but accept the can. you crack open the lid and tilt your head back, taking a long, cool sip.
gojo stares down at the drink. "i told you i don't like this flavour!" he complains and you roll your eyes at his antics.
"then don't drink it."
"no. give me your one instead."
getou pauses, halfway to opening his own iced coffee. "huh? i got this for me. and you don't even like coffee! you should be glad i even got one for you in the first place."
"let's play a game of rock paper scissors to decide who gets it."
"no. i just told you i got this for me."
gojo stands up, taking a step forward menacingly. "huh? after what you put me through, you think i'm just going to take no for an answer?"
getou's eyes flicker to yours before he takes up gojo's challenge, activating his cursed technique. black liquid opens up the air beside him, a peering red eye on the other side. "can't handle rejection, gojo? because you better get used to it."
you take another sip as you watch the boys, absentmindedly wiping at a stain on your sleeve. you remember the feeling of gojo's arm around your body and you blush despite yourself.
"are you feeling sick?"
you look up to see that gojo had stopped fighting with getou, his entire attention on you.
"huh?"
"you're red in the face. you look like a tomato."
ignoring the last part, you hide your face behind your drink. "i'm fine."
getou looks between the two of you and there's a glint in his eyes that you've seen before, one that you've grown to dread.
he throws back the rest of his coffee, grimacing as it gives him a slight brain freeze, before crushing the can in his hand. gojo mutters a quick, "show off" that he ignores, instead chucking the can into a bin a few metres away.
"what a time." he starts saying, the words static. "that was great. well, now that i've finished my drink, i should head back inside."
âi should head in too. i smell real bad.â you sigh and give gojo a glare when he agrees.
âactually, can the two of you stay here? i think my curse isnât feeling too well after eating you two. just until i come back, okay?â
you think there might be an ulterior motive but glancing over at the curse, you find that it did look greener than before.
"where are you going, and for how long?" you ask and hope the look in your eyes will make him stay.
"i need to tell yaga we finished the mission. you guys can just stay here, i've got it." then to you, he says, clenching his fist in support, "you got this."
you want to break his arm.
getou hurries away despite your silent plea, leaving you in an awkward silence with the one person you wanted to avoid most. you take multiple quick sips to busy yourself, but you canât ignore the person standing by your side.
gojo shifts his balance to his other foot and the sound of his shoe against the pavement breaks the silence. "so."
"so."
"it's really bright, huh."
"you're wearing sunglasses."
"and do they completely cover my eyes? no they don't. i can still complain about the sun."
"just push your glasses up then."
"no." gojo huffs. "i look cooler this way."
"who told you that? because i know for a fact it wasn't anyone whose opinion actually matters." you jab back.
"your mum said that, actually."
"are you a child?"
"what, are you too cool for old jokes? they're iconic for a reason."
"and there's a reason why 'your mum jokes' died and should stay that way."
the natural way in which you banter with gojo gives you confidence. maybe it didn't matter that you liked him, or that he didn't like you back. it was enough that he was here with you now, joking around. perhaps you could even live with knowing that your unrequited love had come to an end, perhaps you could even pair them up yourself without a sense of bitter jealousy.
"i know you like getou." gojo says in one breath.
the peace you had come to, shatters.
"what?" you say in an inhale, and it comes out sounding weird.
gojo pouts, crossing his arms. "i'm right, aren't i? you like getou. i heard what you were saying to shoko that one time."
"don't eavesdrop on other people's conversations!"
"you were saying it pretty loudly, what was i meant to do? shut my ears?"
you wave away his whining. "stop, hold on. you think i like getou?"
gojo nods. "i don't think you do, i know. you said you like people like him."
"when did i ever say that? also, i'm not the one who likes getou, you are!"
"what?"
"what, what? you do, don't you? you told me yesterday that you liked getou."
"i never said that!"
"then who were you talking about?"
"who were you thinking about?" gojo shoots back. "because you didn't even hesitate when you explained your type to shoko. you were thinking of someone, weren't you?"
you gulp. "i asked first."
he looks at you long and hard and you stare back at your reflection through his glasses. his mouth opens and there's a mixed sense of dread and anticipation brewing in your stomach.
"tch."
"did you just click your tongue at me?"
gojo faces away. his jaw is tense as he blatantly ignores your question. "you're really annoying."
"huh? speak for yourself!"
"you have a problem with me?"
"i have a problem with your stupid attitude."
when gojo closes the distance between the two of you, you take a step back out of instinct. it doesn't matter though because gojo steps forward again, pushing you up against the curse getou had left behind. he slams a hand into the flesh of the curse and it makes a startled sound. the both of you ignore it. "it's you, idiot, i likeâ"
the force behind his slam is frightening, but the thought is torn from you when the sound of regurgitation grabs your attention. with a start, you turn around at the curse and find your phone on the ground at the entrance of the curse's mouth, covered in goo.
"my phone!" you exclaim, bending down to pick it up.
gojo backs up and groans loudly, but you don't care, wincing instead when the item is sticky.
"i didn't even know i lost this! thanks gojo, i think." your voice trails off wearily, holding up the phone and watching as viscous liquid slowly drips off it.
gojo rubs his face with his palm and you wonder why he looks so distressed. "that curse is seriously bad luck." meeting your eye, he points a finger at you. "listen to what i have to say!"
you raise your eyebrow at him. "damn okay, gojo's arrived." you mutter, wiping down the phone and pocketing it.
the clouds overhead parts, sunlight shining down in rays. the trees whistle in the summer breeze and light filters through the gaps in the leaves and branches. it hits gojo perfectly, adorning him in a golden light and you've never seen him so beautiful. guilt fills you at the thought and you hold your soda tighter.
he breathes in one more time. "i don't care that you like getou." he says. "because it doesn't matter to me. it just means i have to work harder to change your mind and get you to notice me instead."
"it's kind of hard to not notice you." you say. "i mean, look at what you're wearing."
gojo hisses. "don't ruin the mood, you're throwing me off. like i was saying, it's not your fault you like getou but i had to tell you this anyway, because it's been making my heart feel all prickly and stuff. so shut up and just stand there looking pretty, or whatever." his last few words trail off uncertainly, as if he never intended to say them at all.
"what are you even saying?" your heart picks up. was he about to confess?
"i'm saying that i think i likeâ"
"there you guys are!"
your head whips around at the voice, scanning the familiar landscape before settling on a single person. shoko stands metres away, waving a hand to grab your attention. "over here!"
"shoko!" a grin splits across your face. "i haven't seen you all day!"
"am i interrupting something?" she yells to get her voice across the distance.
you don't even look over at gojo as you shake your head. you had a feeling he was just going to tell you something you already knew, that he liked getou, anyway. âno! hold on, i'm coming over."
before you can run up to her, gojo grabs your arm, a deep frown etched on his face. "wait, you still haven'tâ!"
without another thought, you hand him your half-finished can of soda and wriggle out of his hold. "you can have the rest of that. i'll hear you out later, okay?"
"but the mood was so right!"
"look after the curse until getouâs back, later!"
gojo stands there in front of the bad-luck curse, one arm limp by his side and the other holding a can of blue soda. he watches as you fling yourself into shoko's arm, already listing all the things you've been saving up to tell her.
there's that prickly feeling again, gojo realises, noting the way the sun lightens the shade of your hair, the way your eyes curve up as you smile, and the way you hold onto shoko's hand, wishing that he had enough courage to hold yours.
defeated, battered and drained, gojo looks down at the can in his hand, and notes the slight lipstick stain on the rim.
with a red on his cheeks that didn't come from the sun, he presses the aluminium to his lips and takes a sip. it tastes sweet.
gojo decides that he'll just have to settle for this.
i hope this was okay considering i had no intentions of writing a part two. sorry for all the descriptions of stomachs and throw up, i was studying the digestive system đ if this isnât what u guys expected feel free to leave a request !!
#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo fluff#gojo imagine#gojo drabble#getou suguru#ieiri shoko#gojo satoru x you
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⧠moonstruck - nishimura riki
pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader
summary: you two havenât spoke since senior year graduation, and didnât end on the best terms.. until he spots you at the place he least expected
you swore yourself up and down you would NEVER speak to nishimura riki again.
before, you two were the bestest of friends, you could say you even managed to catch feelings for him in some way. he treated you with nothing but respect and love.
he offered everything youâve ever wanted, even homework.
youâve known him since freshman year, he was the first person youâd turn too whenever you needed ANYONE.
and that was what led you to ask him out, he said yes, and it felt like the best thing you could ever imagine.
but it wasnât.
the day of your first date, you were told to meet him at a pretty empty park with tall flowers and lots of trees, you wore a pretty white flowing dress with your hair into pigtails,
you made your way to the spot that you were supposed to meet him at, and your heart has never dropped faster before,
there he was, but he wasnât alone. he was with his.. ex?
she looked up at him, tears in his eyes, niki slowly cupped her face and pressed his lips onto hers, and that was what broke you.
you didnât understand. why would he say yes to you if he didnât have things settled with his ex yet. you knew of her, he would always tell you that he was over her thanks your help.
but it sure didnât look like he was over at right now.
you covered your mouth to hide any noises, and failed miserably, nikiâs head snapped back your way, his eyes softening,
âyn-â he tried but you had already ran off and back home.
graduation came, you didnât say a word to him, for some reason your heart ached everytime you even looked over at him, as soon as graduation was over, you said your byes to your friends before rushing to the front of the school where your parents awaited in the car.
before niki could find you and speak to you.
you didnât care about closure, or.. thatâs what you thought.
which leads to now. itâs been two year since youâve heard from him, and letâs say you were doing too well.
your mind was constantly filled with him, every second of the day for two full years.
âi wonder what heâs doing now.â or, âdoes he have a girlfriend?â âhowâs college going for him.â and so much more.
you sighed, closing your laptop, you took off your glasses and slowly got up, the sun was setting soon, you decided to go out and get some fresh air before the night arrived.
you walked to the closet of your small apartment, putting on your shoes, you wore a white flowy dress..
white.. flowy.. dress.. gosh everything reminds you of him. and that day.
you sighed, grabbing your tote bag before leaving out the door,
you made your way down the street, you didnât have a specific place on where you wanted to go, you just had to get out your room before you actually went insane from thinking too much.
without even realizing it, you walked into a park, you smiled, liking the peaceful atmosphere, but something seemed familiar.
because it was.
you were in the park where you saw him, where you were supposed to have your first official date with him. but.. well, you know what went wrong.
you frowned to yourself and sat on a empty bench, staring at the flowers ahead of you, your mind was just full of him.
like you said, you didnât care about the closure. but you did. you needed it, it was killing you that you didnât ask him why he did what he did before storming out that school for the last time.
but, you were the only one who went on a walk.
niki had a grey hoodie on and sweats, airpods in and head down as he walked down the path of the, what he thought, empty park.
his thoughts were eating him alive, he was caught in such a bad situation and never had the chance to explain it to you.
he hasnât seen you in two years, and itâs been weighing heavy on his heart.
you two were the closest ever, always hanging out after school, getting food or icecream, staying the night, you wouldnât even notice during movie nights youâd fall asleep on his shoulder as he played with your hair.
he fell in love with you because it was hard not too with how close you guys were. and the first date was ruined before it even started.
he continued to walk, soft music playing in his ears, he finally lifted his head, looking around the peaceful park, his took a deep breath,
but his eyes suddenly stopped,
not on just anything, but on you.
he felt his heart drop, he completely froze and tensed up, you sat on the bench, your facial expression looked empty, compared to how smiley you were in highschool.
and he sighed, knowing it was his fault, he couldnât fuck this up.
this was probably his last chance he would ever have at speaking to you, so he wiped his sweaty palms on the side of his hoodie before taking slow steps to the bench you sat at,
oh and yes, your heart dropped as well. you saw him in the corner of your eye, but refused to look over at him at all when he sat at the other end of the bench.
if anything, your eyes began to water, you thought you would never see him again after cutting communication with him completely.
you look down at your hands, what do you do in this situation?
before you could speak up, he beat you to it,
âynâŠâ he says low, which makes your heart ache, hearing him say your name again, you lift your head slowly, turning it to meet his gaze,
his eyes were low, they looked almost heavy, as if he wasnât getting any sleep, and his expression was filled with concern and worry.
âniki..â you reply, your voice small, you were scared if you even spoke too loud heâd disappear. he sighed and stood up, holding his arms out.
you wanted to reject, but the way your body unconsciously got up and ran to his arms was what stopped you, you wrap your arms around him, not knowing how much you needed this hug,
you sobbed into his chest, nikiâs felt his heart breaking, he wrapped his arms around you, tight but not enough to cause you discomfort.
knowing you were crying because of him, made him feel horrible.
âiâve missed you so much.. i never thought id see you again.â he mumbled in your hair, which was what made you lift your head to look up at him.
you had tears streaming down your cheeks, your nose slightly red from sniffing, âwhyâd you do it..â you whispered, niki sighed and sucked in his lips,
âi donât know. she was crying to me about some.. personal family problems.. she asked for just one kiss and of course.. i did it.â he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair,
you didnât reply, i just looked up at him still, âiâm so sorry yn. im such a idiot for doing that.. i havenât stoped thinking about you ever since.â he frowned,
youâve never saw him frown before, and letâs just say, you didnât like it.
âif i could go back in time and rewind the whole process, id do so with no hesitation.â he cups your face, âi broke your heart. which is what broke mine. i am so sorry..â he whispered,
you felt your eyes water again, you didnât like the reasoning on why he kissed her, but you couldnât stay mad at him since it happened years ago,
you melt into his hands, before slowly replying, âi forgive you.â
and niki could burst into flames just from that, he felt his heart connecting back together, âw-what..â he says, lower than a whisper.
âi forgive you niki. i canât stay mad at you forever can i?â you smiled softly, niki didnât reply, instead he pulled you back into his embrace, tears pricking in his eyes.
you hugged him back, youâve been craving this for so long, you wouldnât let it up so easily.
âplease. give me another chance. i promise you i wonât disappoint you again.â he whispered into your hair.
and you couldnât say no. you slowly nod in return and his grip on your tightened softly. both of you back to where you both belonged.
in each others arms, comforting each other. he was once your best best friend, and he still was. you were willing to forgive AND forget,
just one more try.. the universe brought you two back together for a reason, right?
a/n: i am so sorry for the lack of posts lately! so hereâs a big fat drabble i made in two days for you all! hopefully you enjoy, and i am glad to say i amm backkk! <3
taglist : @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @chaevibes @jiyeons-closet
#enhypen#niki enhypen#nishimura riki#enhypen niki#enhypen fluff#niki x reader#riki nishimura x reader#niki fluff#maeâs works â!
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wrecked > keigo takami/hawks (mha)
word count: ~3k
pairing: sub!hawks/keigo takami x dom!reader
warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, lots of cursing, use of a sex toy, a few uses of âmommyâ, hawks has some birdy traits, theyâre so in love ugh
keigo regretted the decision to take you partying with him. not for anything you did, of course. you were⊠infinitely better than anything he could ever imagine having. and god damn did you look perfect tonight.
it was a heroes exclusive night at his and rumiâs favorite club, and due to your job, you were well-known within the hero community and keigo was able to bring you with him. and keigo swore that was one of the todoroki children- fuyumi?- with rumi tonight.
keigo wasnât big on partying anymore, you and him both now preferring nights in together more than going out. and god help him, keigo could not wait to take you home tonight. you danced with fuyumi, laughing as the more reserved woman started to warm up. you were infectious- everyone seemed to liven up around you. you brought out the best in people. also brought out the worst thoughts in him.
âdown, boy. your birdy instincts are kicking in,â rumi teased and keigo shot a glare at his best friend, who merely laughed. he couldnât help himself. you looked fantastic. rumi had taken you shopping earlier today and he owed her for the rest of his life for that outfit.
your pants looked as if they had been painted on, the leather material hugging your figure perfectly. your top was barely more than a black lacy bra, and keigoâs personal favorite was the gold chain body harness you wore on top. it outlined your torso and keigoâs gaze kept getting caught by the shimmer. you knew it too, because every time you caught him staring, youâd smirk and continue to dance, each movement of your hips more tempting than the last.
fuyumi made her way to the bar a minute later, you having walked off to the bathroom and fuyumi shyly tucked herself into rumiâs side. he didnât know how new this⊠relationship? was so he didnât tease rumi (yet) and he set the glass down that he had been nursing.
âgonna go find my songbird,â keigo said as a way of dismissing himself, and keigo walked towards the dance floor, searching for you. you spotted him and waved excitedly, quickly weaving your way through the crowds and enveloped him in a tight hug.
âbirdie! i missed you,â you peppered keigoâs cheek with kisses and started to travel down towards his jaw. âdid you miss me?â
keigoâs hands moved from where they rested on your back to your waist, and be squeezed gently. âalways miss you. you know that.â you giggled and keigo nuzzled his nose into your hair. âyou look beautiful.â
âbaby bird,â you whispered and keigo could practically see the shy smile on your face as you pressed a kiss behind his ear, the smile turning into a smirk when he shivered. âyou look so handsome, itâs downright sinful.â you ran one hand down keigoâs chest, hand trailing down until it rested on his stomach. keigoâs grip on you tightened, cheeks reddening from the compliment and affection. he had worn a sheer button down today and he had considered staying home with you when he saw your reaction to the shirt for the first time.
you had begun to pull keigo towards the exit and keigo laughed when he noticed your not so subtle plan. âno goodbyes to rumi or fuyumi?â
âtrust me, baby boy. iâve been talking to fuyumi about you all night. i think theyâll get the memo.â your eyes had darkened and keigo calculated the distance in his head.
âwould you kill me if i flew us home?â keigo asked and you leveled him with a look.
âif you donât get us home the fastest way possible, iâll make you watch as i fuck myself and go straight to bed after.â with that, keigo scooped you into his arms and was up in the air in mere seconds. the minutes it took him to get home felt like ages and the second he landed on his balcony, you were on him. your lips attached to his and keigo expertly made his way inside, feathers opening and closing doors as he kissed you back. you broke the kiss long enough to start taking his shirt off and keigo whined from the loss.
âwant you, need you,â keigo whined and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips to satiate him.
âi got you, baby. iâll take care of you. that what you want?â you asked and keigo nodded. âgo ahead and get comfy. tonight? itâs all up to you, kei.â
keigo laid on his back, sending most of his feathers away. âjust want you.â your smile warmed his heart and you made quick work of getting on the bed, straddling keigo.
keigo leaned up and you met him halfway, kissing him happily. you let keigo lead the kiss and you parted your lips, letting out a soft sigh as you and keigo explored each otherâs mouths. keigoâs hands played with the hem of your top and you parted just enough for him to pull your top off. the cool air hit your chest, your nipples hardening and keigoâs eyes dilated. he looked at you, down at your chest, then back up again and you nodded.
keigo leaned forward and kissed down your neck, revelling in each noise that fell from your lips. one of your hands made itself at home in his hair, the other tracing up and down his back as he made his way down to your chest. he pressed a kiss to each of your breasts before he took one of your nipples into his mouth, and you threw your head back with a soft moan. your grip in his hair tightened, and keigo hummed against you and you whimpered. keigoâs hand caressed your other breast as he lapped at your nipple, sucking and carefully pulling at the nub with his teeth.
âfuck!â your hips rocked down against keigoâs and keigo moaned against you. he switched breasts, now taking the other nipple in his mouth and you rolled your hips against his slowly starting to harden clothed cock. âbirdie, shit,â you whined. you moved your hands, starting to fumble with the button of his jeans.
âeasy, dove, let me help.â keigo said once he pulled away and you pouted at the loss of his mouth. you unbuttoned his pants and keigo lifted his hips so you could pull them down and drop them somewhere on the ground. keigo helped you pull your own pants off and you kicked them off to the ground.
âwill never get over how pretty you are, keigo,â you brought one of your hands to cup keigoâs cheek, the other hand brushing his wing lightly. keigoâs cheeks burned red and you leaned down to kiss him again, keigoâs back meeting the mattress and you slowly ground down against keigo, drawing out moans from the both of you.
keigo couldnât keep his hands still, going from your chest down to your ass, and he squeezed firmly. âcan i take these off?â
âplease,â you whined. moments later, you both had been fully stripped and you knelt between keigoâs legs. you ran your hands up and down keigoâs thighs and looked up at him through your lashes. âwhat do you want first, pretty boy?â
âmouth, please. just need to feel you,â keigo was close to begging and you nodded, kissing down his stomach. each kiss inched closer and closer to where he wanted you and while you were letting him make choices, you still had the control and keigo loved it.
you licked a stripe up the underside of keigoâs cock and he moaned, one hand gripping the sheets and the other gripping your hair. you lapped at keigoâs tip before taking his length into your mouth, and the soft moan you let out caused keigoâs cock to twitch. you looked up at keigo with half lidded eyes and keigoâs grip on your hair tightened.
âfuck, dove, feels so good. so good to me,â keigo babbled as you bobbed your head up and down, nose hitting his pelvis as you took all of him into your mouth. âshit!â keigoâs hips started to buck as your hand cupped his balls, needy whines slipping from his lips as you lightly twisted your hand. keigoâs eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched off the bed. âclose, âm close,â keigo panted and you picked up your pace, keigoâs hips bucking and his breaths coming faster. âcumming, shit, mommy!â keigo cried out and his cock twitched once, twice more, before he came down your throat. you swallowed before you pulled back and immediately started to run your hands over keigoâs torso, grounding and checking on him.
âdid so good, songbird. my good boy, love you so much,â you praised and keigo reached up to pull you closer to him. you huffed out a laugh and pressed a few chaste kisses to his lips. âyou up for more?â
âneed it, need more. need you,â keigo said and you nodded.
âtell me how you want me, baby bird. want toys or just me?â you repositioned yourself, moving to sit beside keigo, and you lazily started to pump his cock.
âcan- can we try something new?â you nodded. keigo rolled over, reaching to the nightstand and opened the drawer. he pulled out a bottle of lube and a new toy you hadnât seen yet, some type of plug. âi, uh, want to use this while you ride me.â
keigo looked anywhere but your face and you leaned forward, gently lifting his chin so he looked at you. âof course, kei. get comfy for me, âkay?â you kissed keigo, short and sweet, before you broke the kiss. you helped keigo prop up some pillows under his hips, your touches gentle and keigo preened under the attention you were giving him.
you always took such good care of him, it was disorienting. he had slowly gotten used to it, but he still couldnât believe he was treated so gently by you. so kindly. even when he asked you to be rough with him, he could feel how deeply you cared behind your movements. it was that care that let keigo relax in this moment, legs spread and exposed as you knelt between his legs.
keigo briefly tensed as your lube covered finger prodded at his hole, which turned into a soft moan as you pushed in. keigo whined your name and you rubbed at his hip, soothing him. you worked your finger in slowly, whimpers leaving his lips as he adjusted. âanother?â
âplease,â keigo nodded and you pulled your finger out, shushing him when he whined, and pushed in a second. you moved a bit faster this time, pumping your fingers at a steady pace and as keigoâs moans got needier, you added a third. you stretched your fingers, pumping faster and you smirked when a high keening cry escaped keigo.
âdid i hit something, baby?â you taunted, just barely brushing that bundle of nerves again. keigoâs blushed trailed down his cheeks to his neck, and you barely resisted the urge to litter his neck with more hickeys. you reached over and grabbed the plug, pulling out your fingers and quickly replaced them with the plug. you pushed the curved end of the plug in snugly before you studied the base, curiously switching it on to its lowest level.
âfuck!â keigoâs curse was cut off by a moan, cock twitching as the device buzzed inside him.
ânow, we can play this one of two ways.â you grasped the handle of the plug, pushing it deeper and taking pleasure in the way keigoâs hips bucked as he gripped the sheets. âwe can see how long you can hold out without cumming. or, i can see how many orgasms i can draw out from you. i think i can get at least two more from you.â you pushed and pulled at the plugâs base, and keigo let out a wanton moan as you held the plug firmly against his prostate. âwhich do you want, baby boy?â
âthe s-second,â keigo panted. âjust wanna feel you, please, being so good for you. right, mommy? your good boy?â
âthe best there is,â you smiled as you crawled over to keigo, straddling him. one of your hands grasped keigoâs cock, the other splayed out across his chest. you lined up his length with your entrance, and you moaned as you sunk down, the pleasure of the stretch outweighing the sting, and you threw your head back. âfuck, baby, fit me so well. made for your cock, all mine, isnât it?â you trailed your nails down his chest, your spare hand tweaking one of his nipples and the moan that keigo let out was downright pornographic.
âyours, all yours, only you. just for you,â keigo babbled. you rolled your hips, grinding down against keigoâs pelvis as you bottomed out.
âyouâve ruined me, birdie. no one makes me feel as good as you,â keigoâs eyes dilated from your praise, a possessive clicking noise leaving him. âoh, you liked that. liked hearing how iâm all yours, didnât you?â you bounced on keigoâs cock, moving steadily, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. the angle caused keigoâs cock to brush against your g-spot, and you continued to fuck yourself on keigoâs cock. âfuck, keigo. absolutely wrecked me,â your movements started getting sloppier and keigo desperately bucked his hips up, trying to get more friction. wanting, needing more of you.
âclose!â his movements caused the plug to shift deeper and keigoâs feet dig into the mattress, practically humping the pillows under him.
âthatâs it, baby. fill me up, make me yours.â keigo lost the rest of his control and he thrusted his hips up wildly, chasing his own orgasm. his instincts were going wild, your voice echoing through his mind. you were his, his his his. keigo pulled you down by the back of your head, latching onto your neck and sharply biting, and your finishing cry filled the room. keigo barely recognized his own moans as his hips began to falter in their movements, his only thought being of marking you, making you his.
keigo came with a flurry of chirps, warbles, and cries, some of his discarded feathers flying around the room as he came down from his high. you dropped your head against keigoâs shoulder, panting as you pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck.
âcan i clean you up, mommy?â keigo looked at you with a hazy gaze and you smiled as you brushed some of his hair back.
âclean me up good and iâll get you off however you want, baby. want me to turn it off?â you rubbed keigoâs hip and he nodded, shifting so you could access it easier and sighed with relief when the buzzing stopped. âgood boy,â you cooed, pressing one more kiss to his lips before you rolled over. you propped yourself up against the headboard, slowly letting your legs spread and smirked at the way keigoâs gaze narrowed in on your cunt. âwell? get to it, songbird.â
keigo positioned himself between your legs, holding your hips as he leaned in. keigo looked up at you through half lidded eyes, the sight making you clench around the air, and keigo licked a fat stripe, eyes fluttering shut. you cursed as you grasped his hair, your noises only encouraging keigo and his cock started to twitch in interest again.
keigo lapped at your pussy like he wouldnât rather be anywhere else, and you whimpered as he nuzzled his nose against your clit. you dug your heels into his back, urging him closer and who was keigo to deny you? keigo nudged your legs open further and you swear you saw stars when keigo plunged his tongue in. keigo moaned deeply against you, the vibrations rattling you to your core and you bucked your hips, whining soft âplease, birdieâ and âgod, love your mouthâ as you gripped his hair.
keigo was pussydrunk and he lapped at your cunt like a man starved, suckling and flicking his tongue like he was born for it. your moans and whines egged him on, and you cried out his name when his thumb started to rub your clit.
âkei, fuck! keep, keep going. âm close,â your words turned breathy and high pitched moans fell from your lips, and keigo picked up the pace, pushing a finger into you and beginning to pump it quickly. your thighs tightened around his face, holding him in place as your hips bucked wildly, grinding against his mouth as you came with a loud cry. keigo eased his finger out once you stilled, pressing kisses to your inner thigh as you slowly released him.
âcome âere, pretty bird,â you gently tugged at the golden locks and keigo happily climbed up, cupping your face in his hands as he kissed you. âlove you so much.â you whispered against his lips and keigo whined as he pulled back. a fond smile graced his features, and you could practically see the hearts in his eyes. keigo rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him, and you curled up, content.
âlove you more than anything, dove.â keigo ran his hand up and down your back and you leaned into his touch, much like a cat getting petted. âshower?â
âplease, youâre so sweaty.â your voice turned teasing and keigo gasped in mock offense.
âyou arenât exactly the picture of cleanliness either.â keigo kissed your temple before he sat up with a wince. âfuck, plug.â keigo shifted to pull the plug out and set it aside. ânow, i believe i was promised another orgasm?â keigo stood, you in his arms and you yelped as you clung to him.
âwhatever you want, pretty boy.â you laughed as you rested against his chest. âanything for you.â
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Just Once | Taeyong x Reader / Jaehyun x Reader
this was requested !! tysm again â€ïž i hope you like it!!
summary: jaehyun and the reader are dating.. but what happens when taeyong develops a crush?
warnings: cheating (sorry jaehyun đ), taeyong is a little pervy/kinda subby, smut, unprotected sex (do not do this!!) begging, probably some more but I forgot.
please excuse any spelling errors! thanks and enjoy! đ
To be fair, Taeyong saw you first. He still remembers the too low top you wore to the bar that showed way too much skin for the middle of winter. Nonetheless, Taeyong was enthralled by you. You were just so gorgeous to him and he swore it was love at first sight. He was trying to psych himself up to go over and talk to you but as soon as he turned around to walk towards you, Jaehyun was already talking to you.
Taeyong already knew his chance was already out the window, and drowned out his sorrows with another drink as he watched both of you from afar. He knew how Jaehyun was, he knew how easy it was for him to pick up girls and you already had a sparkle in your eyes just after a few minutes of talking to him. It was over before it even started.
However, Taeyong also knew his best friend had a habit of dropping girls as quickly as he picked them up, which shouldnât have given Taeyong as much comfort as it did. At least he would only have to watch this one time.
Wrong.
Per usual the universe held a personal grudge against Taeyong and soon enough Jaehyun would tell him that you two had actually began dating one day at lunch.
âWe just really hit it off.â Jaehyun told him âSheâs really funny and you already saw how gorgeous she was. I was an idiot if I let her go you know?â
Taeyong hummed, using every bit of strength in him not to throw a fork at Jaehyunâs head. He knew it was stupid to be jealous, to be angry that his best friend had found someone he really liked. But why did it have to be you?
So when Jaehyun started bringing you around their shared apartment more and more, Taeyong was slowly going insane. He couldnât ignore you or be rude to you. 1. He didnât have the strength to do so. 2. If he did, it wouldnât take much for you to figure out he was actually in love with you, heâs read all the books. The only option that made sense was to be your friend. In a weird way it made him feel guilty, he had all these feelings for his best friendâs girlfriend and now heâs trying to be friends with her? He was not a good person.
But all of that didnât matter once he was with you. Sometimes you would come to the apartment before Jaehyun got home and Taeyong would take the opportunity to talk with you, whether it be about your day or the new show you were watching. Even when Jaehyun came home, you two would still be talking. Thankfully Jaehyun wasnât particularly jealous, so Taeyong was grateful to still be in your life, even if you werenât his.
That was until late one night, he got a message from you.
I miss you.
[Image]
Taeyong choked once he opened the message. It was a picture of you. Topless. On his phone. On his screen. Topless. No shirt. Boobs. On his screen. Your boobs. He short circuited. (He also never felt blood rush to his cock so fast.)
What should he say??? You had obviously picked the wrong number, this was definitely meant for Jaehyun. Taeyong felt sick.
Y/N did you check who you were sending this to?
Taeyong replied and threw his phone on his bed, slapping his hands over his face, embarrassed. What was he gonna do now? It was already hard enough pretending he was already thinking about how your tits looked under your shirt when you talked to him about the new cookie recipe you tried. Now he had nothing to imagine! He was so fucked.
Oh my god Taeyong. Iâm sorry donât look!!
Donât tell Jaehyun he might kill you.
Taeyong chuckled at your response. God you were cute. Nope, he told himself, donât think about how cute you are.
Trust me I wonât tell him. No worries.
Taeyong sighed as he laid down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Perfect. Great, the girl of his dreams just sent him a super hot boob picture and now he has to act like he doesnât care.
Unless.
No, Taeyong thought, donât say anything else just pretend it didnât happen. Itâs your best friendâs girlfriend. Taeyong fights with himself, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock and the nagging feeling he has to say one more thing to you.
Fuck it, he thinks, it wonât do any harm. You can just ignore him.
Taeyong picks up his phone and it feels like heâs typing forever before he sends one message to you.
Youâre beautiful btw. Sorry I looked.
-
You stare at the message on your screen. Trying to process what Taeyong has said.
You should be angry right? Your boyfriendâs friend called you beautiful and admitted to looking at a picture of your boobs! Thatâs bad!
But why does it turn you on? Why do you feel flattered? You should be angry!
After a few minutes of back and forth you realize it doesnât solve anything to just stare at a screen. You also donât want this to continue through text, you should confront Taeyong about this! He canât just say things like that.
So you call him.
After two rings, he picks up. You hear him breathing for a moment before hearing his voice. âHello?â
âTaeyong?â You say, suddenly unable to think of words.
âYeah y/n? Are you alright?â Taeyong says. You scoff. âAm I alright?â You repeat.
Silence. Taeyong doesnât say anything.
âY/N Iâm sorry. Please letâs just forget this happened okay?â Taeyong whispers, like someone would be listening to your call. You donât reply at first, still processing what to say.
âYou think Iâm beautiful?â You ask softly, you know itâs wrong but you have to know the answer. This is crazy, but you canât help it.
Taeyong doesnât answer you, so you ask again. âTaeyong, do you think Iâm beautiful?â
âWhy wouldnât I?â He finally says, and you notice he sounds a little breathless. âHave you looked in a mirror? Youâre gorgeous.â
You chuckle once, âTaeyong you know you canât just say things like thatâŠâ
âWhy not huh?â He snaps back, âIâm so sick of thisâ you hear him grumble. Youâre a little shocked at his reaction. âSick of what?â
âSick of pretending like I donât think youâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen. Pretending like I just wanna be your friend. Pretending like I donât think about you every fucking second of every damn day.â Taeyong confesses.
Without thinking, you hang up the phone. You immediately feel guilty and mean, but you donât wanna hear anything else. Maybe heâs been drinking or something, he doesnât know what hes saying. Maybe this is all just a bad dream and youâre gonna wake up tomorrow and everything will be normal.
You donât know much, but you do know you are never ever no matter what forever ever going to tell Jaehyun about this.
-
âDid you send Taeyong a picture of your boobs?â Jaehyun asks you at lunch the next day.
Motherfucker.
You choke on your water. âWhat?â
âTaeyong, our friend, my roomate. Your boobs.â Jaehyun says slowly again, looking at you from across the table with a way too calm expression.
You want to crawl into a hole and die so bad right now, but instead you decide to look stupider. âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â You deny, looking away from Jaehyun.
âY/N he showed me the message this morning. It was an accident obviously you donât have to lie to me.â Jaehyun says, again way too calmly for your liking.
âShowed me the messageâ you replay in your mind. Did Taeyong show him the part where he said you were beautiful? What is wrong with that guy?
You try to process everything in your head while still looking at Jaehyunâs indifferent expression. What the hell is wrong with him too actually? Why isnât he more upset with you?
âYou donât care?â You ask, âYou look like youâre just reading the weather forecast to me. âItâs gonna rain today oh and also Taeyong saw your titties.â Jaehyun smiles at you, âWell no itâs not that I donât care.â He says.
âBut?â You reply.
âBut..â Jaehyun sighs âI know you. I know Taeyong. I know our relationship. Taeyong is very honest with me, always has been. He said you sent him the picture accidentally and he deleted it in front of me and thats it.â
Well he didnât mention the phone call, whether thatâs good or bad you donât know yet. But you do know Jaehyun isnât angry, which is good.
âI was so embarrassed..â You tell him, âIt was meant for you I promise.â Jaehyun smiles softly at you again, âI know and itâs alright. Just try to be more careful yeah? Luckily this time it was Taeyong. If you had sent it to Mark it mightâve killed him.â
You both laugh, and you feel a little weight go off your shoulders. This was just a funny story to tell later, you think, Taeyong didnât mean what he said.
You decide then and there you wonât think about it anymore.
-
Two weeks have passed since the incident, and Taeyong has not gotten over it. At all.
He feels like a sick loser, he kept the picture you sent rubbing his cock raw to it every night since. Sometimes twice. Or three times. Four. Whoâs counting?
God heâs terrible. Jaehyun is one of his best friends and here he is looking at his girlfriendâs boobs.
To make matters worse, Jaehyun wasnât even angry when Taeyong told him about what happened, he just laughed! Taeyong thought for sure he would get angrier, and when he didnât he just felt guiltier.
On top of that, now Taeyong had to try even harder to pretend he wasnât crazy about you. Like right now, at the stupid dinner he stupidly agreed to come to with you and Jaehyun because he didnât want things to be weird. Which is impossible.
It was disgustingly hard for him not to stare at you. You had a cute little cooking apron on from when you prepared dinner for the three of you. Taeyong only watched your mouth as you and Jaehyun spoke, imagine what it would feel like wrapped around his-
âTaeyong?â Jaehyunâs voice sucked him back to reality, âDid you hear me?â
Taeyong felt his face get hot, embarrassed he shook his head âNo Iâm sorry. Long day at work Iâm kind of out of it.â
âNo worries man but unfortunately I just got a big emergency call from work.â Jaehyun said âI hate to cut dinner short but my boss was pretty pissed. Youâll help Y/N clean this up yeah?â
Oh no. Taeyong. Alone. With you. Oh no.
Oh yes.
NO! Bad thoughts bad thoughts!
âY-yeah.â Taeyong murmured. âOf course.â He smiled softly at you, who nodded.
âGo on Jae.â You said in your sweet voice, making Taeyong already regret everything. âWeâll be here when you get back!â
Taeyong watched Jaehyun give you a kiss goodbye before hastily heading out the front door. Leaving you and him silent at the dining table. You look down at your food, playing with it.
âIâm sorry.â Taeyong blurts out, suddenly feeling hot again. You look up confused âWhat do you mean?â
âFor what happened. And for telling Jaehyun before you.â Taeyong says, standing up quickly to put his plate in the sink. You shook your head âNo worries. It was a mistake.â You said firmly. âWe can just forget it.â
Taeyong suddenly felt his chest tighten, forget it? He sat down at the table again, this time closer to you. You looked up at him, slightly confused.
âWhat if..â He began âWhat if I donât want to forget it Y/N?â What was he saying?! Taeyong couldnât stop the words from coming out.
Your brows furrowed, what the hell was he trying to say? âWhat?â You said, scanning his face for any sign of a joke.
âI said, what if I donât want to forget?â Taeyong said again, grabbing your hand softly. You froze up, he definitely wasnât making a joke.
âTaeyongâŠwe canât. Jaehyun is-â
âPlease can I kiss you?â Taeyong cut you off, âPlease? I donât care what Jaehyun will say, I told you that night Iâm sick of pretending. Just once, one time please I wonât do anything you donât want.â The words spilled out, and Taeyong immediately felt guilty. But he couldnât help himself, he gripped your hand tighter.
âIâŠWhat? No!â You said, but you couldnât pull your hand away. Really, you didnât want to. But you cared for Jaehyun, this was his best friend.
Taeyong sighed, and dropped your hand. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have done that, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable. I shouldâve just dropped it, I justâŠâ He trailed off.
You being stupid, couldnât stop yourself from asking. âYou just what?â Suddenly you felt like you had deja vu, this was becoming so reminiscent of that stupid phone call.
Taeyong looked at you, his face stern. Here goes nothing, he thought to himself. âI think I just love you, Y/N.â
You didnât know what else to say. You could only stare at him.
âY/N?â Taeyong said after a long time. You weighed out your options in your mind, not sure which direction to go after hearing him basically confess his love for you. What are you supposed to say?
Fuck it, you think.
âTaeyong kiss me.â You say, grabbing his hand again. Taeyong looks at you confused for a moment, before gripping your hand tightly and pulling you close to him.
And youâre kissing him. Heâs kissing you. This is so fucked up. Youâre kissing youâre boyfriends best friend, and you really like it. This is bad.
But also so good.
Taeyong pulls away from you face and leans down to kiss your neck softly. âPlease let me taste you.â He says in your ear, making you gasp.
âNot here.â You reply, you feel your conscience scream at you to say no, but no feeling compares to that of Taeyong on your neck. âYour room.â You tell him.
Taeyong grins and scoops you up making you yelp, before carrying you to his room.
Taeyongâs room was dark, cozy pretty similar to Jaehyunâs you thought as he carried you in.
Jaehyun.. You feel your chest ache a little. You feel guilty, but being with Taeyong right now feels..almost perfect.
Your pulled out of your thoughts as Taeyong sits on his bed with you in his lap.
âCan I take this off?â He murmurs against your ear, gripping the hem of your dress. You nod, to which he replies by nearly tearing your dress off, leaving you in your underwear. You gasp, and Taeyong smiles at you. âSorry I got a little carried away.â Before you can respond, he lays you down and stands up to remove his own shirt.
âAre you sure youâre still okay with this?â Taeyong asks you again, grabbing your ankles, hesitating.
âYes..Donât worry.â You reply, sitting up on your elbows to grab his hands and pull him in for another kiss.
He whimpers into your kiss, feverishly grabbing at the straps of your bra. âPlease, let me take this off of you. And tell me if youâre ever uncomfortable please.â
You nod again, gasping as he practically scratches to get your bra off. Immediately he starts kissing down your bare chest, making you giggle. Immediately he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and nibbles softly. âOh god.â You moan, grabbing his hair which makes him whimper below.
Taeyong continues his minstrations on your chest, all the while making you wetter as every time you would pull on his hair he whimpered, before pulling away to look at you.
His big black eyes were blown out with lust and he looked at you with so much love you thought it was cute, which felt almost wrong in the moment.
âI fucking love your tits baby. So perfectâŠâHe mumbles, pushing your shoulders to have you lay flat on you back before going to raise your legs up and lean down in between them.
âI bet your pussyâs better huh..â Taeyong says, hooking his fingers into your waistband and pulling them down your legs and throwing them into a corner of the room. You start to feel self conscious as he stares down at you, but the feelings quickly subsides when you feel his fingers rub between your folds, making you gasp.
âAw you got so wet for meâŠJust for me right?â Taeyong asks, slowly rubbing your clit making you whine underneath him. You take note of the possesive tone in his voice and decide thats an issue to tackle later as you nod, unable to speak with how perfect his fingers feel on you.
Taeyong smiles at you before finally diving down to kitten lick your folds, holding your thighs close to his face to feel all of you around him. You whine and pull on his hair again, making him moan into your messy cunt.
Everything feels like too much yet not enough, Taeyong eats you messily, and his iron grip in your prevents you from doing anything but grip his hair tigheter. All the while heâs moaning underneath you, and you start to wonder whoâs louder..
âTaeyong.. cum. Mâgonna cum.â You whisper, pulling up on his hair to grab his attention. (Literally.) Taeyong responds by fully sucking on your clit, and you feel the knot in your stomach burn before you immediately feel yourself come undone with a shout.
Taeyong pulls away from you, and you open your eyes to see his face wet with your arousal, and a drunken look on his face.
âThat was hot, your pussyâs so gorgeous honey.â Taeyong says, making you giggle. You sit up to pull him in for another kiss, climbing into his lap, which you notice is soaked.
âDid you cum?â You ask, to which Taeyong turns his face away from you, redder than a fire hydrant.
âYou just..you make me crazy Y/N.â Taeyong mutters, kissing your face and going down to nibble your neck. âAny man whoâs ever been lucky enough to taste you should be busting in his pants like me.â
You laugh at his comment, wrapping your arms around his naked torso to kiss his cheek. âWell thatâs flattering, but youâre not quitting on me yet right?â
âAs long as you ride me.â Taeyong replies, making you pause. Jaehyun never had you ride him before, always wanting to be in control of the bedroom. You knew it wasnât that big of a deal, but with Taeyong..it felt like it was.
âOkay.â You reply, pushing his shoulders down as he quickly takes off his pants.
Taeyongs cock stands tall, harder than ever even though he just came a few minutes ago. You notice heâs a little thicker and longer than Jaehyun, which makes you clench as you hover over him. Taeyongs hands hold your hips as you slowly sink down, holding back a moan at the feeling of your hot cunt.
You realize too late you both forgot a condom, oh well. You never wore one with Jaehyun either, your birth control took care of that anyway. Itâs not like heâd notice..right?
Youâre pushed out of your thoughts by the feeling of Taeyongâs entire cock in you, and hearing him moan below you to move. He almost feels too perfect in you, hitting every spot that makes you crazy. You bounce on his cock with a vengeance.
âFuck, youâre so perfect.â Taeyong murmurs under you, hands on you tightly. âWish I could feel this all day, Iâd do whatever you want baby all the time.â
âYeah?â You find yourself asking, grinding down on him. Taeyong whimpers, hands moving up to pull your chest down closer to him, feeling his breath on your tits, making the angle his cock entering adjust perfectly. âYeah whatever you want. Just wanna be your toy baby.â He rasps, hands going to grip your ass cheek making you moan.
âFuck TaeyongâŠâ You whisper. Heâs too much. This is too much. Its so perfect its too much, you donât even care if Jaehyun finds out or dumps you or calls you a cheating whore liar. All your morale flew out the window already anyway.
âCan I cum baby please?â Taeyong asks you, almost whining, his hips bucking up. âLet me fill up your pretty pussy baby please Iâll be so good for you.â Hes rambling now, making you clench even harder around him. Youâve never felt this in control before, sure with Jaehyun being more laid back and letting him take control was fun but this was a different level of hot.
But you had a mean streak in you too.
âWhat would Jaehyun say huh?â You ask, making Taeyongâs eyes snap open. âWhat if he sees your cum leaking out of me later?â
Taeyong shakes his head âBaby please he wonât Iâll clean you up with my tongue after just please.â His hips buck up harder, you yelp as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.
âI donât know yongie..â You mumble, feeling his hips stutter at your new nickname for him.
âPlease honey, just this once for our only time.â Heâs totally whining now, hands gripping at your hips, your ass, your tits, like heâs trying to ground himself. âLet me fill you up this once baby please.â
You may have a mean streak, but nothing can make you say no to Taeyongs whines, and the fact that youâre worried heâs gonna break a hip with how quickly heâs bucking into you. You finally nod, locking your legs around his torso and grinding down on him slowly.
Taeyong cums almost immediately with a moan, and you feel his cock spurt thick ropes in you, making you whine as you fully lay down on top of him after pulling yourself off, feeling his and yours fluids leak out of you.
âYou needa come too.â Taeyong whispers, and before you can tell him youâre fine you feel him shove three fingers deep in your cunt, fingering you one of the quickest orgasms of your life.
He pulls out almost as fast as he entered, shoving his fingers into his mouth as his other hand strokes your hair.
The guilt can come later, you think. Listening to Taeyongâs heartbeat relaxes you. You just want to be present in the moment.
âThis isnât the last timeâ You say, looking up at Taeyong. âWe can say that, but itâs not the last time.â
Taeyong only smiles cheekily at you before saying âYeah. I know.â
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HSHDHS YES and I can imagine just having dinner trying to comfort Derek touching his arm or something and he flinches so hard trying not to elicit a good reaction cuz Chris is watchingđ
MONIQUE OHMYGOD I NEED A DEREK VERSION OF CRAZY STUPID LOVE NOW SJFHDH like itâs one of my favorite rom coms ever and itâs fitting perfectly right about nowđđ and that pose with Der omg!!
CRAZY STUPID LOVE | D.H.
word count: 1k
warnings: age gap, dbf!derek, argent!reader, "I met you while trying to kill you for being a werewolf but then you helped me get a girl to help me get over my wife and now you're dating my daughter" vibes, fem!reader
Derek wore his fancy jacket, his "this is serious" jacket, his "today you're a gentleman jacket"- how was he to know he'd need more than his jacket and his perfect meet-the-family lines to win over his best friend to let him continue dating his daughter? Dinner was awkward to say the very least, neither your dad nor Derek had acknowledged where they knew each other from before meeting tonight, the night of your birthday dinner, but it was clear there was history there and no one was going to say something first so no one was yet to say anything at all.
Your dad was slicing at his steak in a way that made the whole act seem a little personal, his eyes on Derek's every move as the werewolf tried not to react to you slipping your hand onto his knee like you always did, it was one of his favorite little gestures which is why you were a little surprised when he didn't slip his hand onto yours right away, taking a big gulp from his wine glass in the process
"You two are pretty cozy," your dad noted and you were grateful for Allison's presence next to you to share in a questioning stare because does no one remember you coming home from at least a hundred dates talking about just how amazing Derek was? "What's it been like a week or two?"
"Dad, we've been dating for a few months now," you breathed, not even thinking as you scooped the crunchy carrots from your plate into Derek's, smiling your usual sweet smile and silently asking him to get rid of them for you. "I'd say it would be a little weird if we weren't cozy," you scoffed, thumb brushing over Derek's as you leaned into his side, extremely confused when it made him take in a loud breath of air. You didn't want it to be too obvious when you gave him a little look to ask what was wrong, but it wouldn't have mattered because the man wasn't even looking at you to begin with.
"So, Derek, have you two thought any more about moving in together?" Allison had no idea the terror her question would cause both Derek and your dad looking at her with complete horror as she took another bite of the bread Derek made. "What?" you were curious too, finally being able to meet your boyfriend's gaze and having no idea why he would be so surprised by the question when you talked about it just the previous day.
"Are you okay?" Your question was quiet really, only for his ears but it drew your dad's attention still, the echo of his knife hitting the plate enough to steal your focus. "Are you okay?" you reprised your question to the man opposite of you.
"You're dating my daughter," he wasn't looking at you, eyes burning right into the side of Derek's head before he snapped to meet his gaze, explanation already on his tongue. "You're dating my daughter," he repeated and boy were you lost but by the looks of it you'd be caught up real soon. "You want to move in with my daughter? You?" he had stood up now, plate clinking against the table in the process, glass almost tipping were it not for Derek being fast enough to catch it. "The man who taught me the best way to get a woman to sleep with me wants to move in with my daughter?" Allison swallowed a gasp. You weren't sure who to question first but your dad was moving before you had time to think it through.
"Dad!" you didn't even hesitate before jumping up and moving in front of Derek, stopping the man with your hands firmly on his chest and your face blocking his gaze before he could get close enough to Derek's chair. "Let's take a breath."
"Look, Chris, I can explain."
"Maybe not this second, babe," your tongue slipped, you didn't even realize you'd thrown the petname in there but your dad sure did and it did little to aid your case, even less when Derek stood up behind you, hand falling to your waist out of pure habit as you pushed back a little to stop your dad from moving. "You're the guy he's been playing wingman to?" a little angered nod was all you got in reply. ''And, Der, you're the floozy playboy that's been giving him dating advice?" You couldn't hide your amusement even if you tried your hardest.
"Yes, but this was before I met you and heaven knows not even my best tips worked on her so trust me when I say, Chris, this is different," With his voice back he was brave, very smooth when he took hold of your elbow and guided you behind him. "Look if you want to punch me then I'll give you one free shot but then best believe I'm taking a shot of my own, old man."
"Don't tempt me," your dad was less brave now, narrowed eyes shifting between you and his so-called friend with enough disapproval to write a novel but all he offered was a grunt of defeat. "It goes without saying that I do not even slightly approve of this."
"I don't blame you," your hands gripped his biceps as Derek spoke, you gave a little squeeze to his arms before you peeked your head over his shoulder. "You need time, I get it, we need to talk things out but eventually you'll see that this is different."
"Very," you noted, chin on his shoulder as you nodded, and were it another time anyone would be able to recognize just how cute the gesture was. "He talks a big game, Dad, but he's actually a big uncool softie," you teased and you were happy when Derek smiled, even happier when your dad gave a soft scoff.
"Careful, now," Derek warned and it was entirely not his intent to rub anything in Chris' face but he couldn't even stop himself from pulling you around and into his side, smiling lightly as you looked up at him. "I have a reputation to protect."
"Oh, mister womanizer, how could I forget?" you laughed and stole a glance over the table to where Allison was starting to clean up the dirty dishes. "Why don't you take your brooding self over to the kitchen to help my sister with the dishes and I'll try and convince my dad not to try and murder you again before dessert, " you had no doubt the idea was still very much lingering in his head.
"Yes ma'am," and Chris had to be blind not to notice just how happy you were, just how alarmingly different the little moment between you was to anything he'd seen from Derek before but it would take a hell of a lot more to convince him not to take him out in his sleep.
"So, you had any luck with his advice yet?" It was far too soon to joke about it but you'd not be his daughter if you didn't at least try.
"I need a drink."
#dbf!derek hale#dilf!derek hale#derek hale x reader#derek hale x you#derek hale x yn#derek hale x y/n#derek hale fluff#derek hale drabble#derek hale blurb#derek hale one shot#derek hale imagine#derek hale fic#derek hale fanfic#derek hale fanfiction#right where queue left me#monique's writing events
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comfortember, prompt: leaves changing, books
pairing: timeskip! akaashi keiji x gn! reader
sypnosis: akaashi falls in love with the owner of the bookstore along the season.
warning: akaashi calls reader pretty, idk if anything else
notes: slow burn is a joke
word count: 1148
When you officially take over the story the leaves were still green. They framed the shop so perfectly it seemed quaint, homey even. The leaves were still green when you met him for the first time.
By him, I mean the man you'd be silently admiring for months, exchanging few words here and there. He was just so pretty⊠although he always wore a slightly-exasperated expression as he skimmed through the rows of books. He always made an effort to go through the entire store (it wasnât much, but he still did), however he always remained near the manga section. Skimming through manga, mostly shonen.
Was he a shonen fan? Did he only read shonen or did he branch out?
Sometimes, when you were tending the counter, he would buy himself a volume and order himself some coffee before sitting on one of the tables facing the counter. The steam from the coffee often fogging up his glasses, which made you giggle as he wiped them. It was a slightly endearing sight. If it wasn't manga, it was a sports magazine, however you would only catch him reading the MSBY section.
You honestly felt like a creep, picking up on his habits. He only came once a week yet somehow you knew all of his reading habits but not his name.
Akaashi was the same too however. He knew your habits, always greeting him with a smile. You always drew animals as your latte art, you drew him a swan once. On your breaks you read romance novels, he saw you pick up a manga once but he didnât know what you were reading.
Did you read obscure mangas? Like maybe Kiss of the Rose Princess? He didnât catch anything he personally edited so he assumed you didnât read much shonen. He had attempted to talk to you, maybe suggest one he had edited but every time he had tried someone wanted coffee. It was his curse.
slowly, overtime the leaves started to grow yellow and the weather slightly chiller. You stared off, outside the window. Thinking of anything you possibly couldâve. Books, rent, taxes, the pretty boyâŠ
âWhat stage is your favorite?â A voice spoke, it was calm and kind of monotonous. You turned to look at the source and there he was- the man you were just thinking about. maybe you summoned him into exists, âof the leaves, i mean.â
âhm, i donât think i have one.â you murmured, turning to look at the leaves. you imagined the shift from green to yellow to red to brown. âdo you have oneâŠâ you trailed off, hoping heâd give you his name.
âakaashi, akaashi keiji.â he introduced himself with a small nod, âi think i like them when theyâre green. itâs normal but itâs nice⊠itâs just right.â
finally you knew his name and it was just perfect. such a pretty name for a pretty boy, you made sure you would **never** forget it. you began to write down notes on his cup, silly little words of encouragement and drawings. one day itâs a cat and the next itâs a pig, heâd never know.
some nights when he came near closing, youâd stay hours just talking with him and learning about each other.
âwhat were you like in high school?lâ you asked him, scrubbing the expresso machine.
âme?â he asked, his eyes widening slightly in surprise before he smiled a little bit to himself. gods, youâd kill for that smile. âi was vice and eventually captain of the volleyball team.â
you gasped a little, listening to his revelation. he didnât seem like the type to be one of those jock volleyball players, âreally? youâre joking.â
akaashi chuckled and shook his head, âdead serious. we competed in the tokyo nationals and my best friend is now a member of the black jackals.â
âthatâs amazing, akaashi! show me, who is it?â you asked him, eager to know about his past.
akaashi sought out a sports magazine and brought up a team picture of the team, and started pointing out all of the players he knew and/or played with. in total he had previously met 4 people, bokuto, atsumu, hinata and sakusa. when he pointed out that bokuto was his best friend i could help but let out a âdamn!â that guy was ripped!
âyouâre telling meâ the buff guy is your best friend?â you asked him, sort of in disbelief.
âyes,â he replied, amused, âwhat? donât believe me?â
âno, yes⊠i mean- you two are quite distinct. i canât imagine you two talking in high school.â
âhe was something..â he said with a dramatic sigh, causing both of you to laugh.
as the leaves continued to change, he began coming more often, and maybe his comments became flirtier. you two held contact for a while, began walking around the block together âaccidentallyâ brushing hands. neither of you backed off, yet neither of you took action. which was starting to piss you off.
why couldnât you just do it. why couldnât you just hold his hand or ask him out on a date. not that you havenât tried, the words just get stuck on your throat and you end up asking him to have a walk with you or you offer him a cup of coffee for the cooling weather.
as you berates yourself while decompressing the coffee machine, akaashi walked in. he sauntered over with his hands behind his back. you looked up at him and smiled, âhey, akaashi. how was work?â
akaashi hummed as he pondered a response, âit was alright. work is work.â he started, pausing. he took enough time pondering his response that you had stopped what you were doing and completely turned to look at him; giving him your undivided attention.
âlisten, iâŠâ he took another deep breath before looking at you seriously. although his face was serious you could see the uncertainty and nervousness shift in his eyes, âiâve been interested in you for a while. youâre pretty, youâre smart, you make me feel so happy and aliveâ basically, what i want to say is that I want to take you out on a date.â he finally confessed, pulling his hand from his back and revealing a bouquet of flowers.
your face had flushed red long before he finished his confession, slowly you took the bouquet of flowers, the grin that slowly grew on your face practically cementing itself there. âakaashi, i-â
âonly if youâll have me.â
âright,â you chuckled, âwell, i would love to. these flowers are beautiful.â
âhow about tomorrow night⊠at 7?â he asked, you could see the tips of his ears turning pink as he fidgeted with his fingers, âiâll pick you up.â
âthat sounds perfect.â you reassured him, leaning over the counter to plant a kiss on his cheek.
finally, the leaves had turned red⊠and they were your favorite.
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TimelessâJake Seresin oneshot
author's note: this idea was inspired by a few things. I was at a farm that hosted a Blue Hawaii Elvis night and there were string lights placed all over the grounds. Couples were dancing in the barn and when I looked outside at the other string lights, I imagined a couple out there dancing alone. Then, last night at my 10 year high school reunion, I was with my first love again, we dated when we were 13. So there's a lot of truth of him and I in this oneshot, call it a love letter to him, but I'll always love him forever. I hope you enjoy.
warnings: allusion to sex, some sadness, but mainly fluff and love, an OC is used
word count: 2.4k
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Apart from seeing his parents, there was one other person Jake loved seeing whenever he came back home and that was Cricket. Her real name is Daisy Baker and theyâve been childhood friends since they were twelve. Sheâs also his first love.Â
Like most first loves it was a whirlwind of ups and downs while navigating that newfound feeling at the age of thirteen. They were best friends first until one day in science class he wrote her a note telling her he liked her. Cricket is the only one where Jake is himself, he always leaves Hangman at base when heâs with her.
Throughout their teen years they broke each otherâs hearts equally. She broke his first because she was scared of getting so close to someone and he broke hers when they departed for college. On holiday breaks they met up at the local town bar and shared a few drinks and memories of their past.Â
They were a flame that never went out, a forever flicker of love, fondness, and adoration for each other that burns a little brighter when together.Â
âHow long are you gone for again?â Rooster asks Jake when he comes out of his room with a suitcase and a carry on. Roosterâs sitting on the couch in their shared condo, itâs near base and has a pool out back.
âTwo weeks.â
âI canât believe youâre going to your high school reunion. I hate high school.â
âYeah well, reunions are a staple in Southern States,â Jake pockets his wallet, keys, and phone.Â
âIs whatâs-her-nameâŠâ Rooster snaps his fingers as he thinks, âladybug gonna be there?â
âHer name is Cricket, and yes, sheâll be there.â
âAhh I knew it,â Rooster grins, âyou and your high school sweetheart are gonna knock some boots, huh?â
Jake grabs the nearest thing to himâa roll of paper towelâand chucks it at Roosterâs head.Â
âShut up. Donât burn the place down with your cooking.â
***
Jakeâs one of the first to show up at the bar for the reunion, his eyes scanning the room for Cricket. He was quickly distracted by an old classmate, Ted, who shook his hand and started prattling off about Jakeâs old football stats. The compliments werenât helping his ego and Hangman was brought out as he boasted about his wonder years to anyone who would listen.Â
Conversation quickly turned to his time as a Naval aviator and he feigns modesty when he relays heâs the only active duty pilot with an air-to-air kill.Â
âYou always were so humble, werenât you?â a quiet voice he would know anywhere says behind him.Â
Jake turns and smiles immediately when he sees Cricket before him, her big eyes looking exceptionally pretty and glittering.Â
âIâm as humble as they come,â he grins leaving the small fanclub he sequestered behind.Â
âSo is that why you wore your service khakis?â her fingers tug on the collar of his shirt, the lilt in her voice is teasing.Â
âYou know me, I hate having attention drawn on me,â he smirks.
âOh yeah, you hate it,â she rolls her eyes and they share a laugh.
âHey Cricket,â he finally greets her by name.Â
âHey Jake,â she sighs.Â
They chit-chat for a while before theyâre both pulled away to converse with other classmates. While theyâre split up they each glance over to one another periodically, Jake is watching how much sheâs drinking.Â
A couple hours later when heâs standing at the bar talking with a girl he sat next to in Study Hall, he feels small hands and a warmth on his bicep. He looks down and sees itâs Cricketâs cheek pressed to his bicep, her nails stroking the fabric of his shirt delicately.Â
âHey you,â he says.
âHi, can you buy me a drink?âÂ
âSure, what are you drinking?â he asks and looks for the bartender. Cricket tells him her drink of choice just as the bartender comes up.
âCan you buy Jane one as well?â
Jake turns his attention back to her about to say no but when he sees her doe eyes and pouty lip, he simply canât refuse.Â
âSure thing, darlinâ.â
âThank you,â she smiles and bounces on her feet in happiness.Â
They converse some more before someone else pulls their attention and it isnât until midnight Jake finds her again. Sheâs standing at the end of the bar with a classmate and her husband. Two other men are there, older men, that Jake doesnât recognize and he becomes on high alert. Cricket is smiling and sipping on her drink as they talk and the guy closest to her leans his body against hers.
Jake stands up straighter, what the hell?
The guy stops leaning on her but is still invading her space a little by stepping closer to her. Cricket leans away and takes small steps back so heâs not crowding her space as much but the guy wonât let up. Just as Jake is about to head on over, Cricket points behind herself and then makes a beeline for him. She rests a hand on his shoulder and starts talking quietly while Jake is glaring at the guy.
âThat guy says he wants to be my wingman for someone here because Iâm too pretty to be here alone and he said heâd try a shot with me but heâs too old and I donât know what to do,â she rushes out.
âJust tell him youâre with me,â Jake responds quickly.Â
âI already mentioned you that you werenât available. Iâm just going to stay here and hopefully heâll leave.â
âNot a problem,â Jake guides her to the bar stool in front of him. He helps her onto it and blocks her with his body from the other guy. âHow old is he anyway?â
âHis fifties I think. He said he graduated from our school too but five years before,â she shakes her head. âIt was so weird.âÂ
âStay by me, I got you,â he rests his arm on the bar around her.
The older men finally went to the pool tables and Jake excused himself to the bathrooms. He was stopped again by classmates he hadnât spoken to yet but made sure Cricket was in his sights. She was talking with that married couple from before but still looked a little uneasy.Â
Jake joined her again sitting in the stool next to her and Cricket immediately leaned into him.
âThat guy keeps coming over, gesturing to me to come to the pool tables with him. When Iâm done with my drink Iâm gonna head home, can you walk me to my car?â
âAbsolutely, I wonât let him near you,â Jake glances over at the guy whoâs already staring at them.Â
Cricket sucks down her drink quickly then hops from the bar stool. She hugs and says goodbye to the few stragglers that are behind and Jake follows her up the steps towards the entrance. She waves to one of the bartenders and Jake recognizes him.
âHey, thatâs the one who gave us free shots the last time we were here on our âdate,ââ Jake says.
âUgh man, he probably thinks weâre for sure together now,â Cricket laughs.Â
âWouldnât be the first time,â he smiles and breathes in the summer air. Itâs quiet outside as they walk across the dirt and pebbled lot.Â
âIâm across the street,â she points.
Maybe itâs because heâs slightly intoxicated or maybe itâs because heâs so comfortable with her that he doesnât even give it a second thought, Jake holds out his hand to her.Â
âFor old timesâ sake.â
She snickers and laces their fingers together. As soon as their palms touch Jake feels a sense of completeness. Her hand is much smaller than his and yet it fits so perfectly and heâs reminded of holding her hand down the school hallways. They bump into each other on the walk over and he wishes it was a longer walk to her car.Â
She unlocks it and opens the driverâs side and tosses in her small purse and phone onto the passenger seat. She shuts the door and faces him.Â
âIt was good to see you,â she says.Â
âGood to see you, too,â he says and pulls her into a hug. Her arms are around his neck and his are wrapped around her waist, he breathes her in the same time she breathes him in. âI miss you, Cricket.â
âI know, I miss you too,â she sighs. âWhy do you call me Cricket?â
âYou would always hum at school and I could tell if something was wrong when you wouldnât. Made me think of crickets, they chirp if theyâre happy and stop when they sense danger. Plus, Iâm the only one who calls you that and you seemed to like it, so I never stopped.â
âOh,â she giggles in his shoulder. âI do like it.â
They hold each other and start to sway slightly, neither one wanting to let go but she does first. Sheâs always pulled away first.
âHow long are you home for?â she asks.
âTwo weeks.â
âAre you busy?â
âNot really,â he smiles, âIâd love to see you before I go back.â
âIâd like that, too.â
Maybe itâs the alcohol, maybe itâs the way sheâs looking up at him, maybe itâs the way she feels in his arms or maybe itâs all three that causes him to lean down. She leans up as well and they both pause just before their lips touch. When they kiss itâs like coming home. Itâs familiar and comfortable and just feels so right.
Jake squeezes her waist just as her fingers curl in his hair at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly. It sends shivers down his spine and he presses her against her car.Â
âMy roommateâs not home,â she whispers when they break free for air. He pecks her lips quickly.
âYeah?â he smiles squeezing her and never wanting to let go.
âYeah. If youâd like to come over.â
âLetâs go.â
He lifts her from the ground and walks around the car opening the passenger side so she can get in. He closes the door and settles in the driver's side but before he turns it on, he leans over the console to give her another kiss.Â
They spent the next two weeks together in pure bliss. Going out to dinner, the movies, a baseball game and spent a decent amount of time between the sheets. She came over to his parentsâ house for dinner. On his last night they stayed in bed all day, neither of them wanting to sleep.Â
âWhen will you be home again?â she asks playing with his fingers. Sheâs on top of him, naked and beautiful, their hands placed on his chest. âThe holidays?â
âI doubt it,â he shakes his head. âHeard through the grapevine weâll be deployed on a ten month mission.â
âOh,â her eyes are downcast, watching her fingertips trace over his own. Jake notices she puts an extra circle on his ring finger.Â
Heâd be lying if he said he didnât picture marrying her. He could see it all, her in a beautiful white dress, a home of their own and then three or four little munchkins. Jake never really wanted kids but Cricketâs always wanted to be a mom and he would absolutely want a family with her. But itâs always so hard leaving her and he doesnât want to put her through that kind of worry.Â
âIâll let you know when Iâll be home next,â he assures her. He pinches her cheek affectionately.Â
âWill we be able to talk in between now and then?â
âMaybe, I canât guarantee anything.â
âI know,â she sighs heavily, resting her forehead on his chest.Â
Jake rubs the back of her hair and when she lifts it back up, tears roll down her cheeks.Â
âBaby,â he sighs and swipes them away but more come.Â
âIâm sorry, I donât want you to see me cry,â she whispers and tries to wipe them away as well.Â
âItâs okay,â he soothes.Â
They roll into a hug with Jake on top of her and she clutches him tightly to her. She sniffles in his ear and he lets her cry into his neck, her long staggering breaths breaks his heart and it reminds him how it always comes back to this. Breaking each otherâs hearts. When her breath is steady and normal, he pulls away and stares at her.
âIâm not gone yet. Letâs make the most of it?â he asks and she nods, their lips connecting in a wordless agreement.
THREE YEARS LATER
âThe bride and groom would like to have one last dance before the night is over, so if we could clear the dancefloor pleaseâŠâ the DJ says into the microphone.Â
Crickets are chirping in the balmy summer night as the dancefloor is cleared in the large backyard. The string lights create a warm and inviting glow to all the tables and the dancefloor. The photographer gets into position as the happy couple walks in the center of the floor.
Jake spins Cricket and she picks up the bottom of her dress as it twirls up and grabs Jakeâs hand in perfect timing just as âLove me Tenderâ begins to play. Their guests fall into a quiet hush as the newlyweds begin to dance. Cricket is humming along the crooning voice of Elvis and Jake kisses her forehead.Â
âCan you believe weâre finally here?â he asks.Â
âNo, it feels like a dream. A wonderful dream,â she sighs. âI always knew weâd end up together.â
âYou did?â
âYou didnât?âÂ
âOf course I did,â he shrugs. âI knew it the moment I met you in seventh grade.â
âSeventh grade?â she scrunches her nose. âI had braces.â
âAnd you were the cutest girl. Still are,â he winks and spins her out. Thereâs soft applause from their guests and he pulls her back into his arms.Â
They change their dancing position to the informal way with both her hands behind his neck and Jakeâs on her waist. Their foreheads are touching and they sway in one spot soaking up each other and the moment of their special day.Â
Love me tender, love me dear
Tell me you are min
Iâll be you through all the years
Till the end of time
Love me tender, love me true,Â
all my dreams fulfilled,Â
for my darlingâ
âI love you,â Jake sings along.
âAnd I always will,â she joins him in the last verse.Â
When picking out a last song to dance to, this one popped into both of their minds because the lyrics rang true to their relationship. Through all the years and relationships in between, theyâve always loved each other and always will. They dance into the night, sealing their whirlwind of a love story into a new beginning of their life without fear or regret or doubt.
#jake seresin oneshot#jake seresin fluff#hangman oneshot#jake seresin x oc#hangman x oc#jake seresin fic#hangman fic#top gun maverick writing#jake seresin writing#hangman writing#jake hangman sersin
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Back To You
Pairing: Charlie Cox x Reader
Warnings: fluff, established friendship, comfort?? new writer so bare with me.
Summary: You hadn't seen your best friend in some months due to filming and you thought it was time to make a surprise visit. Little did you know, things would change between you two.
Word Count: 1.8k (short ik D:)
a/n: my first post but this is just a little blurb. i had more ideas for this but i don't know if i wanted to keep writing it or not so if you guys want me to do a second part to this let me know :D thank you sm jess for this idea by the way! (i'm also like HORRIBLE at writing so if this is bad, just excuse me adlkjfdf. i also didn't proof read so :P)
The almost every day visits or the coffees he brought you in mornings when you had a long day ahead of you, turned into the every few hour texts, sometimes small phone calls if you were lucky. Conversations not lasting long, you were craving not only your best friend, but the man who had become your comfort person. You missed his voice, his smile, the way his big hands rested on the small of your back as he hugged you. Most of all though, you missed his presence.
Now you couldn't see him for a bit of time as he filmed for "Daredevil: Born Again". You were so proud of him, you really were, but the distance killed you. More than you thought it should of, but what could you say, he had your entire heart and he didn't know it. You were always so scared to tell him the truth, especially because you felt like the feelings you had would never reciprocate. Not only wanting to see him, but to tell him the truth on how you truly felt, you booked a round trip to New York to surprise him. Deep down you knew you weren't the only one missing someone. He missed you more than you would ever know.
It was currently 12:35am and you sat on your flight, anticipation killing you from the inside out. You were almost in New York and he had no clue where you were. Calling him earlier that night to have a chat for a bit and say your goodnights was were you left off. Little did he know you were about to leave for your flight, but here you sit now, almost about to hit the run way.
Getting off your plane, you stood in the middle of the airport for a minute, letting all your messages catch up to you. What really caught your eye from a quick gaze was the "I love you sweetheart" text he had left for you. Butterflies flew in the pit of your stomach, roaming freely as a blushed creeped up and onto your rosy cheeks. You could always hear the way he called you sweetheart in your head and it constantly replayed. It was truly music to your ears.
Quickly texting back Charlie saying, "I love you too boo:) hope you're sleeping well<3". You smiled at your own text like a kid in the candy store, imagining his face lighting up to your text. It was only gonna be soon enough till you saw him. I mean you could surprise him now, but honestly, you had no clue where he was staying at the time being. So for now, your plan was to surprise him where you knew he'd be filming tomorrow. And to you, you didn't care who was there to watch. You just wanted to see your "best friend".
Hurrying off to hail a cab, you were soon off to your hotel. Each minute closer till you saw him again. You just for sure wanted to get rest before you saw him later that morning.
(time skip blah blah blah :D)
Waking up the next morning, you quickly sat up, a smile instantly blooming on your face. Today was the day you would break your distance and he still had no clue you were there. Reaching over to grab your phone, you ignored most the notifications, as all you cared about was his.
"Hey sweetheart, hope you slept well. Shoot me a text when you can." was what Charlie had wrote to you just only an hour ago. Not replying, you quickly got up to get dressed. Slightly fast walking into your bathroom, you quickly slapped on some makeup to make yourself feel elegant for this small occasion. You knew he didn't care whether you wore makeup or not, but to you, you always wanted to look good for him. You also reminded yourself when packing to pack his favorite body mist of yours, making sure to apply it evenly.
You remembered the first time you had it on, as it was a new scent for you, and the way he wrapped his arms around you. His nose catching a sniff of it on your neck and then and there, that was per heaven to him. After his comment, you never disregarded to put it on, especially when you knew he'd be around you.
Looking in the mirror, you slightly smirked at yourself, knowing you looked hella good. "Okay this is it, I'm gonna go see him," You spoke to yourself in the mirror, a small squeal of excitement coming out in the end. God, you were like a fan girl meeting her favorite celebrity. I mean he was your favorite, who could blame you. Especially with how he looks⊠especially those biceps.
Quickly shaking your head, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts. You knew you had no time to think about this now, you needed to see him. Grabbing your purse and phone, you slipped on your shoes and slipped out your hotel door. Little did you know, you left your hotel key card inside.
You knew Charlie wasn't filming too far down the street from where your hotel was and that's exactly why you picked it. As you stepped outside the tall building, you took in the bustling streets of New York. "Oh this should be fun," You muttered to yourself as you started walking in the direction of the set. You hated public crowds, especially big ones like this, and deep down, your anxiety had set in as soon as you set foot off the plane. Pushing past your negative thoughts, you slipped in your earbuds, trying to forget the world existed till you made it to your final destination.
Soon enough, you rounded the corner, keeping your distance as you saw them wrapping up for a break. This was the golden time to see him. Waiting for a few minutes as all the crew continued chattering along, you decided to text him.
"Behind you silly ;)", you texted him.
Confused, he turned around, his eyes instantly catching yours, quickly shoving his phone in his pocket. The inside of you was breaking down with tears as you cupped a hand over your mouth to keep the joyful sobs quiet. Running across the crosswalk as fast as you could through the crowd of people, you ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck. You didn't even give him another second to look at you before you latched onto him. He knew how much you had needed him these last few months and it broke his heart when he couldn't be there in person, but now that was all over. It was you and him, right here, right now.
You held back your sobs as best as you could, but deep down, this was what your heart had yearned for on the nights where you were down. These were the same arms you wanted wrapped around you when you wanted to cry, and now, here there were at once. "When did you get here?", Charlie asked surprised, only pulling back enough to look into your eyes. You giggled a little at the confusion in his voice. "Last night actually, but I wanted to rest before I saw you", You responded with the biggest smile on your face. Actually, you didn't know who had the bigger smile.
That was one thing you always loved about Charlie. His smile could always light up a room and it especially always light up your world. Always.
"You shoulda told me sweetheart! I woulda loved to see you last night. I missed you so much," He said cutely, resting his chin on top of your head, pulling you back into him. "Well don't worry, I'm here now. I missed you so much too though. I know you know that," You said replying back, closing your eyes and taking in the moment. Charlie's heart broke on the inside at your words though. It hurt him to know he had to be gone so much. He knew you this is how it had to be and you supported him dearly, but he also knew how much it broke your heart for him to have to be gone. Deep down, he was more than happy you were here. Little did you know, he missed your comfort just as much as you did his.
"Well, you know I don't have a break too long, but we can spend sometime together, maybe order some takeout tonight and chill yeah?", He said, pulling back to look at you again. You nodded your head slightly and stepped out of his arms a little more, giving more friendly like space. "Yeah that'll be grand," You joked, referencing back to one of his other characters he plays. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he hugged you once more.
After spending a little time eating at a cafe on the corner, you spent the remainder of the day just sight seeing. Not doing too much, but you wanted to find something to do since Charlie had to film. Later that night though, you walked to his apartment he had there, after he told you were it was, and knocked on the door. Opening it, you caught his eyes gazing at you a little longer than they should of, but you ignored it and stepped into his apartment.
"It's not much, but what could I say? I don't need much," He said and you laughed at that. "I mean that's true," You commented back, kicking your shoes off and dropping onto his loveseat.
"Man this couch is nice," You spoke up after some silence, cuddling more into it and Charlie chuckled at you. "I agree with you there," He replied as he was typing away at his phone, standing up in the kitchen.
Walking over to the couch, he moved your feet, plopping down with a sigh.
"Hard day love?", You asked with slight concern in your voice and he nodded.
"Better now that you're here though," He said smiling and picked up his phone again. You blushed at his words and tried to hide your face by looking into the distance of the small living room. 2 small book cases built into the cream colored walls as he had a small tv stand in between, flush against the wall. A small flat screen sat on top, a few dvds spread across the top. Few small paintings and posters plastered the walls across the apartment, giving a small flow of artwork. It was a comfy space to you and you quite enjoyed it, even if it was your first time here.
"You good with Chinese for takeout?", Charlie asked out of the blue and you just nodded tiredly. He already knew what you liked, so the topic wasn't much in question. Quietly turning on the tv, he glanced over, noticing your eyes starting to get heavy. Charlie knew you long enough now to know exactly what that meant. Soon you were gonna swoon into sleep.
Charlie lured the blanket that situated on the back of the couch onto your serene body. Man was he in love with you and you didn't even know it.
#charlie cox#charlie cox x reader#matt murdock#matt murdock x reader#michael kinsella#michael kinsella x reader
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TIFFANY VALETINE ââ `` DARK CONTENTïč
blood play. knife play. death. NSFW content. kind of detailed. no protection + male reader. I may make this a real fanfic. ITS POSTED COMPLETED ON AO3. ⶠREQUESTED by a friend.
It was around 1 o'clock and you were hiding away the body of a police officer behind a garbage bin in one of Hackensack's various alleyways. Tiffany was in the car cleaning her nails from the cops' blood stashed underneath them. You never understood why she would kill people unnecessarily as this cop had no suspicions about the two of you. You supposed she had gotten nervous and wanted to make sure it was all okay. The cop was originally searching for a missing person. Tiffany did have something to do with it but the cop was on his leave when y'all confessed to just being a couple on their way from California to see their relatives for the holidays as Halloween was only a week away. As the adrenaline wore off, you couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and fear. Tiffany, on the other hand, seemed strangely unfazed, her eyes gleaming with a sense of twisted satisfaction. It became clear to you that her darkness ran deeper than you had ever imagined. As you reflected on the events that had just unfolded, you couldn't help but question your own judgment and the choices that led you to this point. You realized that your connection with Tiffany was built on a foundation of deceit and violence, and you couldn't help but wonder how far you were willing to go to keep her twisted secrets. As you stood there, contemplating the situation, you realized that the best course of action would be to leave the area immediately and lay low for a while. You needed to ensure that there was no evidence linking you or Tiffany to the crime, and that meant avoiding any further interaction with law enforcement or anyone who might raise suspicion. It was time to disappear, at least for now. " I think we should leave," you said, practically running back to the car. Your back hit the back seat and the door swung shut loudly behind you. "Alright," Tiffany replied, putting her middle finger into her mouth and getting rid of the last of the blood.
The crime wasn't too far away from where you drove. Since you had trouble concentrating on the road ahead of you, you drove only a few miles away. It was impossible to stop picturing the cop's face when Tiffany slit his throat. The amount of blood that pooled out of him and splattered on your shoes and lower pants leg shocked you. The movies never pictured it as being as grotesque as it actually is. You lay your head back on the seat and immediately set it back forward out of fear your neck would be slit just like his. It's not like you didn't trust Tiffany you did as she hasn't laid a hurting hand on you in years. You just disliked how you could feel your neck stretch back. "Oh, come on. You said you were tough," she remarked, her voice tinged with both mockery and challenge. As she spoke, you couldn't help but recall the time you had confessed your feelings for her. Back then, you had confidently claimed that you could handle anything she threw at you. Her words now echoed in your mind, reverberating through every corner of your brain, making it hard to formulate a response. "I can," you finally managed to say, your voice steady but your heart racing. "I just didn't expect it tonight." The reality of the situation was harsh. She had killed before, but never this close to you. This time, you were so near that the spatter from the violent act had reached you, staining your clothes and bringing the grim reality of her world into sharp, undeniable focus. You looked around and noticed that the only person nearby was a drunk, hunched against the wall a few feet down the alleyway where you had parked to hide the car. You wondered if he would be a victim of Tiffany's as well but quickly shoved that thought out of your mind. "Probably can't even hold the knife steady," she teased, a slight jab at her comment making your eyebrows twitch. She had always tried to get you to kill someone: a nurse, a mailman, even one of her escorts. Every time you refused, she got mad, called you a coward, and did it herself, later claiming it was an accident of their own fault. You couldn't deny the adrenaline coursing through your veins now, making you want to get up and kill the poor guy outside the car. The thought made your heart beat faster with anticipation. You snuck a glance in the rearview mirror, only to see the drunk was no longer there in his previous spot. Suddenly, you heard a banging on the car; the drunk was hitting and yelling at you two from outside the car. You couldn't make out what he was saying, but it sounded like he mistook you for someone he knew. You took a moment to fully take in his features. He had a rough patchy beard, his eyes were baggy and he had drool slipping out of his mouth with each word he said. Tiffany looked at you expectantly and held out the small knife she had used to slit the cop's throat earlier. "Kill him," she said, her eyes piercing yours with a seriousness you had never seen before.
FINISHED ON AO3 - SEARCH THE ACC "greensalvation" to see the full fic or click the link I added on this post.
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Wheels Up
Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader (Y/N), Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Savannah Hayes, Emily Prentiss, Elle Greenaway, Tara Lewis, Jennifer Jareau, Matt Simmons, Luke Alvez
Summary: JJ goes on maternity leave, Spencer falls in love with her replacement that he's supposed to be mentoring, Emily Prentiss and Elle Greenaway work a case together that brings Simmons and Alvez in for help...
Warnings: Genius!Reader, mutual pining, idiots in love, drinking, star gazing, lots of fluff, mentions of past assault, grooming, drug addiction, spencer's trauma, Abductions, Rape, Murder (typical canon violence)
word count: 9.4K
a/n: this is for @starry-eyed-spence and @simmonsmilf CM fanfiction week, Day One: Favorite Character... only I couldn't pick just one.
To say Spencer fell in love at the least opportune time was a bit of an understatement. Everyone heâs ever come close to admitting his love to has either left him or died. Now heâs stuck with loving someone in secret, keeping it to himself and hoping that one day sheâll love him back.
He fell in love with a co-worker once again⊠which wasnât the worst thing, office romances happen and itâs quite frankly all Rossiâs fault that they even had to worry about fraternization policies. The part that makes liking Y/N so difficult is that heâs supposed to be her mentor, heâs 5 years older than her, and if he was to ever make a move she would feel inclined to reciprocate in order to keep her job because thatâs the unfortunate truth behind office relationships with significant differences in positions.
And worst of all⊠she doesnât like him that way at all. Sheâs called him the brother she always needed, a best friend, the best mentor ever. She wasnât interested in him in the slightest.
âAnd why would she be?â Heâs said this to everyone who knew about his crush on her. âIâm old and boring and sheâs so cool?â
But he didnât get it. He didnât understand that every time she asked him to hang back to help her file something, or when they would buddy up in hotel rooms to discuss cases all night and end up down some star trek rabbit hole instead, every time he talked to her she was falling in love with him right back.
It once again all circles back to Rossi, if it wasnât for him, Spencer wouldnât even know her. She wouldnât have ever been introduced to the unit, he wouldnât be attached to her at the hip and he probably wouldnât be as happy as he is with her in his life. Even if she wasnât his girlfriend.
Heâll never forget the day Rossi asked him to meet her, to help her settle inâŠ
âSpencer, can I talk to you for a minute?â Rossi called him into his office.
He sighed, putting his book down and walking up the stairs to his office. He closed the door behind himself and smiled awkwardly, âwhatâs up?â
âSit,â he gestures to the chairs in front of his desk, where Spencer pulls one out and proceeds to sit down, anxiously. âAs you know, both Kate and JJ will be out of the field in the next few months to have their babies and we need to bring someone in to fill the void until they return, so I reached out to the academy to see if they have any up and coming Dr. Reid like agents that they could loan us.â
âWhy?â Spencer laughs at the choice of words.
âWell, honestly, why get new 2 agents when we could have two Reidâs? JJ will be back after a month or 2, itâs better to have more brains than brawn.â
âSo they found someone and you want me to be their chaperone?â Spencer clues in. âWho are they?â
âY/N Y/L/N, sheâs a wonderful agent, but sheâs pretty quiet, I donât know much about her personally.â Rossi prefaces. âSheâs a genius, high IQ like yours and just a plethora of knowledge inside that mind of hers. Youâll like her.â
âAlright,â he nods. âWhen do they start?â
âWhen JJâs water breaks, but Iâd like you to meet them and maybe even have them shadow you for a day?â Rossi asks, âIâve actually arranged for you both to get dinner at a friend's restaurant?â
âIs this an arranged date or purely business? Donât send me in there blind,â he worries. âI need at least a week's prep before I go on a date again.â
âItâs not a date, kid,â Rossi laughs. âShe's just a lot like you were when I met you, and I know from watching you all these years that itâs not easy to do it alone, so can you just walk them through it?â
âOf course.â
That first dinner Rossi set up for them was more exquisite than either of them prepared for.
They spent the whole night discussing dissertations and their independent journeys through becoming a genius. He understood perfectly why Rossi and the Academy would think she was a lot like him, she was a genius, but she was awkward. It took a while for her to break out of her shell and open up, but by the end of the night, he already knew they were going to be friends.
âSo,â she smirks, âwould you mind telling me honestly how hard this job is?â
âWhy?â
She sighs, âIâve heard a lot about Thee Doctor Reid and how you were the youngest hired to the BAU and all the shit youâve been through.â
âWhat are the rumours these days?â He awkwardly smiles back, rolling his eyes slightly.
âThat you were brain dead in a cemetery from an overdose and yet youâre so smart you came back from the dead to kill the unsub and escapeâŠâ she looks more and more disappointed in the rumour as she tells it.
His tongue hits the roof of his mouth as he opens it to speak, making a tsk noise as he shakes his head. âWell, I did OD but it was the unsubs main personality that resuscitated me.â
âHoly shit,â she whispers.
He nods, âwhat about you? Iâm sure you have a reputation based on a rumour?â
She presses her lips together the way he always did, just as awkward. She sighs, huffing the air out of her nose and looking fed up. âI was groomed and assaulted by an older boy who then told kids I had a stalkerish crush on him so if I was to ever tell anyone what happened, then no one would believe me.â
âIâm so sorry,â Spencer knows the words donât make up for what happened. âIâm guessing thatâs why you wanted to get into profiling?â
She nods, âI got away with some PTSD and trust issues, most girls go through much worse⊠they deserve someone who gets it to look into their cases.â
Spencer nods. âThatâs how I felt after my kidnapping too. It took a while for me to look at crime scene photos and not think about how they felt, and wonder why I lived when so many die?â
âIâve never been a religious person,â she prefaces. âBut I do believe we are here for a reason. Whether you choseto be here after your last life or this is some learning opportunity, or God is actually real? And youâre supposed to do good.â
âIn narcotics anonymous, they reference god a lot, itâs helpful for the addicts, but I never get into it,â he opens up with her more than heâs ever opened up with any friend. âIf my Devine purpose is to suffer in order to relate to those Iâm supposed to help thatâs a load of bullshit⊠honestly, I can get pretty angry thinking about why Iâve gone through what Iâve gone through doing this job, but itâs not as bad as what happened to me growing up, and it leads me to believe that I probably wouldnât have had an easy time no matter how I live.â
She nods, âI know, I get that.â
âSorry,â he snaps out of it. âI didnât mean to trauma dump on you.â
âItâs exactly what I asked for actually,â she reminds him with a soft smile. âIf you can still come to work every day, after all that, you must be incredibly strongâ and if Iâm anything like you the way people say I am, I guess I can do it too.â
He had no idea she would end up being his best friend.
She shadowed him just once in the office, picked up everything right off the bat and immediately made a name for herself in the unit. Derek tried multiple names on her before one stuck, and they knew it stuck when even Hotch called her Baby Genius.
She brought a different knowledge base to the team, similar to Spencers but visibly younger. She fit in with the crowds of kids they had to interview, she understood why kids reacted the way they did to trauma and abuse, and she was still a kid at heart. It was the reason Spencer fell for her.
She allowed him to feel free again. They went out together outside of work, going to events he always wanted to go to with a partner but never had a chance. She loved all the same things as him, and she takes him to places heâd never imagine enjoying before her.
Like laser tag⊠that was an afternoon heâll never forget with her.
When JJ went into labour, thatâs when Y/N started full time and Hotch hired Tara Lewis in the same week. The team barely had time to adjust to being undermanned before they were restocked.
Joining Spencer every morning for every case, she waited out front of her apartment for him to pick her up most mornings, sticking to his side throughout the long days and nights until he drove her home again. Even at work, they were partnered up for everything: heading to the M.E. together, bouncing facts back and forth at the precinct, playing good cop bad cop with perverts, and her personal favourite⊠Making the geoprofile.
And Spencer liked doing that part with her as well. Because it typically meant they were completely alone in a room, spreading out a map and leaning in close to each other as they placed every sticker and marker. Brushing hands, bumping shoulders, longing glances as they made connections⊠he also just liked to watch her hands move.
She was delicate and careful and precise⊠and he was falling in love with everything about her as the days went by.
Everyone on the team had noticed. It was really hard not to when theyâve all known Spencer for almost 11 years now. He was so different with her in his life, he was happy and giddy and dressing even better than before. His hair was perfect and he was glued to Y/Nâs side. Or she was glued to his.
Even though they were mentally similar, physically they were polar opposites. Y/N wore all black and was a lot more outgoing than they expected. Rossi thought sheâd be quiet⊠But she was constantly talking. To Spencer, to other officers, to witnesses, she never stopped talking and starting conversations, and thank god she did because sheâs cracked 4 cases that way.
The biggest surprise the team learned about her happened on a case in Florida, a shooting in a local park in broad daylight with lots of witnesses meant the whole team was on the boardwalk asking questions. She went out to do her thing, talking to the local skaters, asking them if they knew anything but they didnât want to cooperate.
They were too cool for the feds.
âCan I see your board?â She asks, âif I do some tricks will you answer some questions for me and Doctor Reid?â
âKnock yourself out,â one of the boys laughs as he hands her his board.
She hands Spencer her gun and shoots him a wink before taking off to do a few tricks. The whole team watches in awe then as Y/N showed off. Cruising along the halfpipe effortlessly like she was a professional.
âOkay Tony Hawk,â Morgan teases her, âwhere did that come from?â
âSkateboarding is easy, itâs just physics,â she shrugs. âI can figure skate tooâŠâ
âWhat do you want to know?â The boy takes his board back. âWe always see some sketchy guys around here.â
Morgan pats Y/N on the back with a smile, applauding her ability to get anyone to open up before leaving her to take the statement.
âAgent?â One of the girls pulls her aside just before they are about to leave, âhow did you do that kickflip? Iâve been trying to learn and the boys won't help me.â
âSure thing,â she takes the girl's board and demonstrates a kickflip first.
âSo, you see as I start the kickflip I bend my knees?â She shows her another kickflip all while explaining it. âMuch like the with an ollie, Iâm building pressure so I can apply it to the tail, making the board pop. The one thing that makes this trick different from the ollie is that instead of sliding my foot up, I just flick my toe out to the right of the board, by doing this, the board flips in a 360-degree motion.
She demonstrates again and itâs another flawless kickflip, and a huge smile on her face as Spencer watches her.
âHow fast the board spins depends on how much force I put into it when I flick it out. As soon as the board flips in a full 360, your feet should connect and drive the board back to the ground.â
She hands the board back to the girl, âyour turn.â
She takes a deep breath and shakes her nerves out before taking off on her board, looping around and carefully bending her knees, she follows every step and itâs a flawless kickflip.
âFlawless!!â Y/N claps. âThose boys better watch out, youâre a natural.â
âThank you,â she wraps her arms around Y/N and gives her a hug, âitâs taken me so long to be able to do that, youâre so cool.â
âYouâre welcome,â she smiles. âGood luck out there.â
She waves as she takes off on her board, leaving Y/N with a smile as she turns to Spencer. âI miss being that age and thinking everything is so cool.â
âYou are really cool,â he agrees. Smiling softly as a blush fills his cheeks. âYouâre always surprising me. Is there anything you canât do?â
She laughs, âyeah the one thing I want to do the most.â
âWhich is?â
She sighs, âmaybe Iâll tell you someday.â
â
Heâs sitting beside Penelope and Savannah, watching Derek and Y/N get drinks for whatâs left of the group as the night drags on.
âWhen are you going to tell her?â Savannah asks.
âWhat?â Spencer pretends he doesnât know what sheâs talking about.
âYou have a crush on the new girlâŠâ she pokes his cheek as he blushes and gives it away. âTell her, whatâs the worst that can happen?â
âShe could feel forced to say yes because Iâm a supervisory special agent and she isnât and she wants to keep her job so she feels like she needs to,â Spencer worries. âI want her to like me back because she fell for me and I want her to initiate it because then Iâll know itâs not just a power dynamic issue.â
âHave you tried asking her, genius?â Penelope teases. âBecause if you asked her then youâd know she has a crush on you and sheâs afraid youâll turn her down because youâre an SSA and she isnât.â
âWhen did you hear that?â
Penelope pretends to lock up her lips and throw away the key, making Savannah laugh loud enough to get Derek's attention at the bar. When he and Y/N return, thatâs when the questions start.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âNothing,â Spencer gets up and leaves the booth, walking out towards the smokers' exit at the back of the bar, getting a moment of semi-fresh air to think about what Penelope said.
âSpence?â She calls to him from the door, âare you okay? Can I come out here?â
âYeah,â he nods. âSorry, I needed some air, itâs nothing.â
âDo you need a hug? I read it helps the most when people are stressed out,â she plays it off with a shrug.
âSo you do have a crush on me?â
âShe told you?â Her face lights with fury, âwhat the fuck, Penelope?â
âShe didnât mean to,â he tries to cover it up. âIt was only brought up because I have feelings for you as well.â
Her eyes widen, her brows raise and her mouth slowly opens as she freezes.
âY/N?â
She blinks a few times and shakes her head, âimpossible. Thereâs no way.â
He laughs, âIâll take that hug now?â
She lunges for him and wraps her arms around him so tight. Breathing him in, her hands wander his back as she takes in every second if it and he does the same. He canât believe sheâs that close to him, her hair smells nice and sheâs so soft in his arms.
Itâs quiet outside, they can hear the music behind the door, the people in the ally talking and the crickets in the night. Itâs just them outside, holding each other in the smoking section with smiles on their faces, amazed that itâs finally happening.
âCan we keep this between us?â She whispers into his ear. âJust for a bit? I donât want to go through all the paperwork and have to separate in the field if it doesnât work out?â
âWait,â Spencer pulls back. âAre you asking me to be your boyfriend?â
She nods, âwell yeah isnât that what happens when two people have a mutual crush? They date?â
âOkay,â he smiles, staring at her lips and then flicking his gaze back to hers with a blush. âI have more than a crush on you, I really, really like you.â
âProve it,â she teases, âlet's go on a real date soon?â
âYou know what, letâs get out of here. I have something I want to show you,â he takes her hand and waits for her to nod.
âTake my lead okay? You donât feel good and youâre going to wait outside while I say goodbye,â she has a plan right away
âAfter you,â he holds the door open for her and lets her inside first.
â
âIâm taking Spencer home, heâs not doing well,â sheâs a much better actress than Spencer expected, patting his back and watching him leave the bar before her like she asked him to do. âHeâs really anxious?â
Penelope looks worried, âoh no, I fucked up. I told him you like him.â
She just shrugs, âif he didnât know that already then I guess heâs not as smart as he pretends to be.â
âSee,â Derek looks at Savannah. âI told you everyone else also thinks heâs faking being that smart.â
âShut up,â she shoves him and turns her attention back to Y/N. âGo make him feel better, heâll like your company.â
âIâll see you guys at work on Monday,â she waves them goodbye, surprised they bought it as she rushes her way back outside to Spencer.
Heâs already in his car, engine running and waiting for her with a smile. âCome on,â he hurries her inside and is taking off down the road before she even has her seatbelt on yet.
âWhatâs the rush, Spence? Itâs only 1 in the morning Iâm sure tones of places are open still?â She teases.
âYouâre going to like this, I used to go here all the time when I started with the bureau,â he explains, leaving the main road to take a back root, and eventually theyâre driving on gravel.
âIf youâre taking me here to murder me this is a dumb way to do it because they all know I left with you,â she teases. âAt least when you go to get rid of me, do yourself a favour and dig 6 one-foot holes instead of one 6 foot holeâŠâ
He laughs, âwould you really give your murderer tips?â
She nods, âmy goal would be to piss him off so much he either lets me go or murders me quickly. I donât want to go through all the pain.â
âItâs not fun, thatâs for sure,â he shrugs it off but she knows it hits too hard.
âIâm sorry,â she whispers, reaching her hand out for his to hold by the gear shift. âI think youâre like the strongest guy in the world, you know that, right?â
âWhy?â He asks as if that's a preposterous thing to say.
âI think if I got kidnapped and tortured at 24 I wouldnât still be working in the FBI,â she admits. âI barely made it through the academy, I know this job is intense but I donât think I could handle being in that situation.â
âIf itâs up to me,â Spencer squeezes her hand tighter and brings it to his lips for a kiss. âYouâll never experience anything like that.â
Heâs so good at making her feel safe that she almost believes he has the power to do that. He would do anything and everything to move fate for her safety.
He turns down another back road then, around the edge of a lake and towards a clearing. He follows old tire tracks and parks by the dock. âI found this spot one night on a random drive to clear my head.â
âI thought you hated driving?â She quizzes him.
He shrugs, âI like to drive at night when no one else is on the road because then I donât really have to worry about anyone else. I hate driving because I canât always anticipate other drivers' movements. If I could read minds, then Iâd drive more.â
âValid,â she nods, ânow why is this such a special spot that you needed to show me right away?â
âWell, I have a telescope and itâs been in my trunk for the last 13 years so that every time I come here, I can look up at the moonâŠâ
âYou brought me here to look at the moon with you?â She swoons, âthatâs so cute.â
âYou think?â He looks like his heart is doing the same swelling as hers.
She gets out of the car before she can lean over and kiss him the way she wants to. In his trunk, he does have a telescope, and a blanket, which they set out on the dock and sit upon.
The sound of the lake, the loons in the distance, frogs and crickets and music travelling from somewhere down the lake. The moon was big, the stars were amazing, and this was the closest she has ever seen them. It's amazing, and of course, it was Spencer showing her everything.
He was everything to her.
And it didnât take long for him to become everything to her either.
Joining the BAU was a dream to many at the academy, but Y/N never thought that she would get the job, overjoyed that she did. They were a family unit; they got the job done, they protected each other, and it was a wonderful environment to be a part of. She obviously liked Spencer the most out of everyone. He took her in, he made her feel comfortable and safe and she opened up more with him than she has with anyone sheâs labelled a âbest friendâ in the past.
She liked everything about him. The way he talked with his hands, how his sweater, vest, shirt and tie always match, his gun looks a little out of place on his belt, like itâs too big for him, but itâs cute. His hairâs been getting longer too, sometimes he wears glasses and sometimes if sheâs lucky, he doesnât shave every day.
She canât take her eyes off him when heâs busy and won't notice, just to then move her focus away when he stared at her. She only wishes she could see the way he stares at her in awe, because if itâs anything like how she looks at him, he must love her.
She keeps her hand in his, trading the telescope back and forth in turns, her face was close to his every time they switched and she kept getting bolder with each exchange. Letting Spencer look, she kept her face close to his, kissing his cheek softly as soon as he was busy peering up at the moon.
He turned to her with a gasp, âwhat was that for?â
âYouâre cute,â she shrugs. âIâve wanted to kiss you for a while.â
âHow long?â He teases, leaning in closer and kissing her nose to make her laugh.
âSince you dropped me off at my house after that first dinnerâŠâ
âSo this is me,â she nods out the window, âthank you for the ride, I appreciate not having to be in an Uber all by myself.â
âAnytime you need a ride, you can give me a call?â He asks. âSeeing as weâll be going to the same place anyway.â
She nods with a smile, âIâd love that, do you live close to here?â
âJust up the street,â he nods. âSo we could carpool?â
âI can drive some days if you want?â She asks, âI know you mostly take the subway, and I know that because Iâve seen you reading on there before.â
He canât help but smile, âso you never thought to say hello?â
âNo,â she shakes her head, âyou looked peaceful, and Iâm sure you donât get many moments like that in your line of work.â
He sighed, knowing she was right. âIf it ever gets to be too much for you, please never feel like you have to pretend to be okay? None of us expect you to be stone cold, none of us are either. The job gets to us, just tell me if it gets to be too much?â
She looks from his lips back to his eyes and over again, âthanks, Spencer.â
He does the same to her, âanytime. Should I walk you to your door?â
She shakes her head, âthatâs okay youâve done enough for me tonight.â
âFair enough,â he laughs. âHave a good night Y/N.â
âYou too, Spencer,â she smiles before she exits his car, smiling at him from her porch before he drives away.
âSo itâs been mutual this whole time?â He shakes his head at the absurdity. âIâve been so lonely for so long and then I found you and you make me feel like I donât need to be alone anymore.â
âYou complete me too,â she makes one more comment before connecting their lips.
Itâs like the world stops then. Itâs silent and serene and everything she thought kissing Spencer Reid would be.
She pulls back with a smirk, âoh no.â
âWhat?â He worries.
âIâm going to want to kiss you all the time nowâŠâ
âGood,â he mumbles the words against her lips before reconnecting them.
â
At work on Monday, itâs very hard for them to look at each other without remembering that theyâve kissed. Spencerâs practically glowing with admiration for her that he gives it all away. Heâs overly happy, offering to do things for others, standing way too close to her and bringing her coffee all morning.
âOkay, pretty boy,â Derek takes him by the scruff of the neck and redirects him into his office. âWhatâs going on with you today, I know youâre not this happy for JJâs return?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âDid you get laid or something?â
Spencer laughs, âno, you know I donât get laid. You actually remind me of that fact quite often.â
âYouâre so happy Iâm worried youâve moved to crack,â he says it. âOkay, you were acting weird on Friday, you missed brunch on Sunday and now youâre waaay too happy.â
âIâm not on drugs again,â Spencer assures him. âIâm just letting myself enjoy my time with Y/N, if she falls in love with me in the meantime that would also be nice.â
âOh, so youâre doing this to get laid,â Derek teases him again. âThatâs good, Iâm sorry if I triggered you by asking, but I had to make sure youâre okay.â
âNo, no,â he places his hands on Derek's shoulders, âthank you for caring.â
âAlwaysââ
âGuys!â They hear Hotch yelling from the bullpen, cutting the tender moment short, saving Spencer from spilling the truth.
Rushing back, he sits beside Y/N at the briefing room table. âWe have a bad one,â Emily Prentiss of all people walks in the door, followed by Elle Greenaway.
âWeâll have time to mingle in a minute, right now there is a woman who needs our help,â he announces.
Spencer quickly reads over the case files, recognizing Elles handwritten notes, she was a private investigator now. âWith Penelopeâs help, Iâve been able to set up alerts in College chatrooms in the area so that I can help to missing and assaulted women right away.â
âSheâs alerted when someone reports a missing woman and she has advertisements for people to reach out to her for help,â Penelope explained.
âIâve been working on these cases for the last 9 years,â Elle announces. âThis morning Aasia Desai called me saying her sister Bahni never showed up for lunch and itâs not like her, we know she went clubbing last night and so far Penelopeâs tracked her down an ally and then sheâs gone.â
âHer parents are British diplomats so Interpol has asked me to join, luckily I was just in Ontario so it was a short trip over,â Emily adds. âJJ will be here in half an hour for her first day back, and we will celebrate when we can, but I see we have some new faces here?â
âSpecial Agent Y/N Y/L/N,â she waves, still glued to Spencerâs side. âIâve heard a lot about you both from Doctor Reid.â
âDoctor Tara Lewis,â she stands and shakes Emilyâs hand, and then Elles.
âSo it says here that the first missing case was in 2006 just after you left the BAU?â Spencer changes the subject before anyone can pry into why he would be telling her about the women who worked there before her.
âI did,â Elle nods. âI was too late for her, by the time her parents realized she was missing and called me in the case was cold. I started this as a way to get ahead of it.â
âHow long has she been missing?â Tara asks.
âShe was last seen at 1:07 this morning,â Elle confirms. âWe have 25 hours, maybe, to beat the odds.â
âReid,â Hotch cuts in, âI would like you and Elle to go check out the street she was last seen on, find any private cameras or anyone who might have seen something.â
He turns to Y/N who just shrugs in silence; âitâs fine.â
âTara and Derek, Iâd like you to interview Aasia when she and JJ get here, Garcia can you do a deep dive into Bahniâs spending and academic records?â
âSure thing,â she starts clicking away on her computer immediately.
âAnd Y/N,â Elle looks at her. âI need you to go over the footage of the man who followed her to the alley and get familiar with his face. Weâre using you as the face of the investigation to hopefully draw the unsub out.â
âHow would she be able to do that alone?â Spencer gets defensive, a way he used to with JJ when she was the media liaison.
âIf she goes on the news and makes Bahni seem like a person while describing the unsub as someone who can help solve the case, it will draw him out,â Emily explains for Hotch, who is glaring at Spencer for second-guessing the plan already.
âAnd sheâs college-age,â Elle adds. âIf thatâs who heâs been going after all this time he will want to come in and talk IF he can talk to her.â
She places her hand on his leg under the table, âitâs a good plan.â
âIt is,â Hotch agrees.
âWhat do you not have a saying to replace wheels up when they stay in town?â Elle teases him.
âWheels away?â Emily joins her, âthat works?â
âjust get to work,â Hotch tries not to smirk at them.
Spencer stands up to leave with Elle, âcan I just talk to Spencer before he leaves?â She carefully asks Hotch.
âMake it quick,â he agrees reluctantly and lets her follow him down to his desk.
Spencer rests his hands on the back of his desk chair, holding it tightly in an attempt to calm himself down.
âIâm going to be fine,â she assures him. âI donât think the guy on the tape took her, weâd see him leave if he did.â
âUnless he lives in the alley,â Spencer combats. âCan you ask Penelope to do a background check on all the cars coming in and out of the campus and that street between midnight at 2 am?â
She nods, placing her hand on his gently. âGood luck out there, okay?â
He nods, âitâs been 2 days theyâre going to know by the end of the week.â
She laughs, âso be it.â
He says fuck it right then and there, wrapping her up in a hug and kissing the top of her head as the team watches in the briefing room. âIâll see you later.â
âYes you will,â she smacks his side as he lets her go. âIf youâre going to make a scene at least give me a real kiss.â
âHmm,â he teases. âNo cause then Iâd have to sign some paperwork and Iâve got to goâŠâ he starts to back away.
âCoward,â she teases.
He just shrugs, meeting Elle by the door and heading towards the elevators in silence.
She doesnât ask, not even when they get to the garage or inside the SUV. Theyâre driving down the road for maybe 2 minutes when Elle finally brings it up. âSoââ
âWhat do you want to know?â
âIt's that easy now? What happened to you?â She teases. âYouâre so different from the baby Spence I left.â
âWell you missed my drug problem, my dad being a possible child molester, getting shot in the knee, getting shot in the neck, my girlfriend dying, and now my mom might have Alzheimer's so you know⊠I had to grow up a bit,â he lays it all out for her to ask any question she wants.
âWhy donât you ever call me? I would have been there for you through anything,â she reminds him.
âI know that,â he reaches over for her hand, âthank you. But I was a big fan of suffering in silence⊠and now I have Y/N and she makes me feel normal?â
âThatâs good, you deserve some fraction of normal in your life and sheâs really cute,â Elle smiles back at him before returning her focus to the road. âHow old is she?â
â27,â he smiles. âSheâs the best.â
âYou love her,â Elle notices it.
He presses his lips together to fend off a smile as he nods, âI think I do.â
âTell her, you deserve to hear that someone loves you back.â
â
Sheâs anxiously tapping her foot as she waits for the elevator to arrive with the suspect, Rossi standing just behind her. Only 15 minutes after being on the news, the man that was in the security footage contacted them. Making his way over for a voluntary interview.
He looks Y/N up and down with a smile, âI heard you were looking for me.â
âI sure was,â she plays along with it, smiling and making him think sheâs interested as well. âI knew youâd get the message, we just need all the help we can get right now.â
âOf course,â he has his ego stroked so well that they can roll with it.
âWould you mind coming with me and Agent Rossi to talk about everything you saw?â She batts her lashes at him, really selling it.
âSure,â he follows them down the hall.
Rossi opens the door and lets them in first, letting her get him settled and a glass of water. âSo you can tell me everything from that night?â
âSure,â he nods, explaining his taxi job, his run for the night and his alibi.
âSo why did you step back into the doorway?â She asks as she sits in front of him. Straight-faced as she catches him off guard.
âExcuse me?â
âYou stepped out of the way to let her pass and then followed her, she made no motion to say she wanted your services, so Iâm just wondering why you would follow her before she disappeared?â
âHuh,â he suddenly feels played and his personality switches. âI thought this was just a chat?â
âIâm simply asking you questions? If you donât have answers that makes you suspicious. An innocent person would have given me an answer,â she fights back.
âSheâs right, you got very defensive very fast,â Rossi finally speaks up.
He shakes his head with a huff. âI was going to ask if she needed a ride, she looked pretty messed up. And then some guy came over and wrapped his arm around her and they walked off. They seemed to know one another. I thought she was safe in his hands.â
Only his tone doesnât match the words. He sounds jealousâ Itâs not like she would have been a large tab, he wasnât jealous because he lost a customer. No, heâs jealous like someone stepped in and prevented him from snatching an easy victim.
âFair enough,â she pretends to believe him. âThank you for your cooperation.â
âI can go now?â He changes right back to confused.
She nods, âIâll escort you down if youâd like?â
âThanks,â he stands and follows her to the door where Rossi stops her.
âAre you sure?â
She nods, âIâll be back up shortly.â
She catches up with him by the elevators, âdid you have to drive far to get here?â She makes small talk.
âNot really,â he shakes it off. âI like your necklace.â
She touches her necklace and her face drops, âthanks.â
âNecklaces are my favourite.â
âYou donât wear any?â She notices in the form of a question.
He shakes his head as the elevator opens at the ground level. âI think theyâre nice gifts.â
She nods along, pretending that didnât set off every ret alert and alarm in her mind, âwell here you are. Thanks again for all the help.â
âNo problem,â he goes to leave, turning to stop and block the doors from closing. âIf you want, later tonight I can show you everything I saw at the alley?â
âYeah, sure,â she agrees with no plan to go.
â8 pm? At Cafe Linda?â
âSee you then,â she agrees and he steps back letting the door close and then she loses her cool.
Feverishly smashing the floor 6 button, and begging to make it back up to Hotch to tell him everything. But she also just wants to cry but she holds it in as she makes it to their floor matching past Rossi and right into the briefing room.
âHe may not be our unsub but that man is a creep,â she announces. âHe not only complimented my necklace but he asked me to come to the alley tonight so he can walk me through what he saw.â
âYouâre not going,â Hotch announces.
âI didnât plan to,â she snaps. âI think we need to look into him because heâs either giving little girls necklaces to keep them quiet or heâs taking necklaces after he kills women.â
âKathyâs parents said she was in a necklace when she went missing,â Emily adds. âHis connection to this case and being at NYU right before she went missing gives us enough probable cause for a search warrant.â
Hotch sighs, âfine. Iâll call a judge, you and Y/N can go and search his place.â
âSo shouldnât we arrest him before he leaves the building?â Morgan asks.
âHeâs still in the garage, Iâve let the security know to stop him and arrest him at the gate,â Garcia adds, listening in and planning in advance.
âThank you,â Hotch smiles at her, âyouâre always reading my mind.â
Garcia smiles back at him, âalways, sir.â
âOkay, letâs go,â she looks at Emily and waiting for her to turn to leave the room.
âLetâs,â she motions for Y/N to take the lead and follows.
The drive to his house is so weird⊠she doesnât quite know how to talk to Emily, knowing only slightly about her and her knowing nothing about Y/N.
âSo how long have you and Spencer been dating?â Her first question just gets right to the point.
She laughs awkwardly, â3 daysâŠâ
âOhâŠâ
She hums as she nods along, looking out the window and avoiding Emilyâs eye contact. âItâs new, weâre both pretty infatuated with each other but weâre taking it slower than most people because Iâm afraid to let my feelings change how I do the job.â
âMakes sense,â Emily replies. Her voice is so sweet, she has an aura of calm that follows her and lets Y/N feel safe. She gets why Spencer said she was his best friend on the team before her.
âThe necklace comment⊠why did it make you so wary of this guy?â
âWhen I was in middle school a guy gave me a necklace while he was grooming me,â she whispers. Looking out the window and pretending it doesnât bother her now. âItâs fine, I donât have it anymore, but I knew this guy had that same vibe.â
Emily put her hand out, letting Y/N interlock their fingers and hold it. âI know I just met you, but youâre family now. Iâm here if youâre ever suddenly not fine with it anymoreâŠâ
âThanks,â she smiles. âLetâs get this fucker.â
â
By the time the warrant went through, Spencer and Elle had joined them to search the first suspect's house while Emily left to help the rest of the team with suspect two. Tracking all the license plates in the area like Spencer suggested lead them to a Chinese food delivery driver in the area.
That didnât stop Y/N from destroying her suspect's house. They tore the house apart, searching every nook and cranny for any answer that would make sense. She was tempted to lift the floorboards up, call in SCSI to run ground-penetrating radar and search the fucking walls if they had to.
But then she found it.
A small metal box in the laundry room contained some tools and when she lifted up the fake bottom, she found 5 necklaces.
âElle!!â She yelled through the house.
They both came running down the hall to her, âis this Kathyâs necklace?â
âOh my god,â she whispered with a nod.
âI want to kill this guy,â she mumbles under her breath as she places the necklaces back in the box and closes it up.
âSpencer doesnât need another girl he has a crush on to murder someone and get kicked out of the bureau,â Elle teases.
âWhat?â Y/N asks.
âWay to go,â Spencer nudges her.
Y/N stands up with the box and slides it into a large evidence bag before taping it up. âI guess he has a type then.â
âI donât,â Spencer tries to cover up. âI mean, if I do then itâs people who are nice to meâŠâ
She smiles at him, unable to even pretend to be jealous or mad. âItâs hard to be mean to you when youâre so cute.â
âEw,â Elle announces her disgust as she leaves the room.
âLetâs get out of here before I end up kissing you in a murderer's laundry room,â Spencer teases, taking her hand and leading her out of the house as the rest of the forensics team takes over the bagging of evidence.
âGuys,â Elle rushes back to them with her phone pressed to her ear. âWe have a bigger problem than we thought with Bahni.â
They rush into the SUV, putting the team on the speaker to hear the most unthinkable. âSo I did what Y/N suggested and searched every single driver coming in and off-campus and the last street she was seen on,â Penelope explains back. âAnd I came across a man who was delivering Chinese food under the name Tom Larson⊠and itâs ironic his name is tom because he has a plethora of peeping offences and general creepiness alongside a metric shit-ton of abuse from his dad and dead mother.â
âOkay?â Elle follows.
âTom Larson lives near Bahni,â Emily explains, âI was just at his house where I found him and his father had been murdered.â
âSo we have not 1 but 3 creeps in this case, and none of them are who took Bahni?â Spencer rubs his eyes. âPlease tell me we know who was in Tomâs car last night.â
âThatâs where it gets tricky,â Penelope says with the doles tones of keys clicking behind her words. âWe were just contacted by the fugitive Taskforce because they believe one of the murderers theyâve been tracking took Bahni⊠but he has ties to a much larger scale global sex trafficking ring.â
Elle flies through the streets with their lights on, pulling back into headquarters and right up to the security check. âSo who is this guy?â
âOnce you get back up here, Agent Simmons and Alvez will explain everything,â Hotch confirms. âIâm taking Derek to see Cruze, we need to tell him whatâs going on.â
âSounds good,â Elle hangs up and throws the SUV in park.
Y/N hesitates, staying put and taking a few breaths as Spencer watches. Elleâs left the car and is already on her way to the elevator. âWhatâs wrong?â
âCan I just have a hug real quick?â
âYeah,â he wraps his arms around her and holds her close. âAre you okay?â
She nods against him, âyeah itâs just good to have at least 8 hugs a day.â
âHug me whenever you need to,â he whispers against her hair, kissing the side of her head before she pulls back.
âKisses are helpful too?â
He smiles, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, mumbling against them, âhow many?â
She hums, â10?â
He pecks her lips 10 times and counts each one, making her giggle, it takes so much effort to hold her smile back to keep kissing him but she feels much better.
âThank you,â she beams and she can swear Spencer's eyes sparkle as he smiles back.
She pulls him into another hug, âI hate that we have to go catch a killer right now.â
âCome on then, as soon as we get him we can go on another date somewhere?â
She shakes her head, âafter this case I think we should take a nap together⊠Iâm exhausted and I donât want to let you go.â
Spencer shakes his head in amazement, âyou really like me?â
âYeah, maybe I do,â she teases him. âYou should get used to it because itâs only going to get more intense and I will smother you with love.â
He just shrugs, âitâs about timeââ
Theyâre startled with a knock on the window, âwe get it youâre in love, can we go now?â
âSorry!â Y/N calls back with a giggle, pulling him in for one last kiss before getting out. Spencer follows with a deep blush that everyone will see when they get back upstairs, but it looks cute on him.
Luke Alvez has been trying to catch one criminal for the last 2 years. Simon Garrett has been a pain in the ass for the FBI, the CIA and DEA. He first showed up on their radar when his DNA was found on 14 womenâs remains, all of who had been missing for at least 5 years.
His DNA was then traced to his son in the foster system, whoâs been off the radar for the last 10 years. Everette Garrett.
âNow heâs interesting because Iâve been investigating his sex trafficking ring between Canada and the United States,â Matt adds. âAll 14 women his father's DNA was found on were thought to be in his ring, which means when they get too old he hands them to his father to take care of.â
Y/N shakes her head as she listens, âso if youâve been looking for them for this long what makes you think we can find them in time to save Bahni?â
âWeâve been tracking him for a while, we knew that he had a new girl on his radar and when we heard it was Bahni Desai we knew it was time to get you guys,â Matt explains.
âSo far we know that she has to be taken to this warehouse in Alexandria before she goes any further, weâre going to intercept them before they make it to the warehouse and then use their car to gain access to take the whole thing down,â Luke rolls out a map of the facility then.
âWe need to have the place surrounded for any runners, SWAT is getting prepped, weâre going tonight at 3 am,â Matt adds. âMorgan, Hotch, Prentiss, Alvez and Myself will be running a team at each of the 5 exits. Once inside, each team's swat unit will deploy gas to carefully knock everyone out, from there we need someone to cuff everyone at least until we know who is a victim and who is working there.â
âWeâre taking everyone alive?â Spencer makes sure he hears them right.
âWe need to know what the step after this warehouse is if we want to rescue more victims,â Lukeâs voice is gentle yet stern as he explains. âIâve seen this man take too many women from good homes and ruin their lives, Iâm not letting him slip out of my fingers.â
âWeâve had this planned for months, we just needed to wait for the next confirmed drop-off.â
âWhoâs driving?â Y/N asks, having a feeling it was her and Spencer.
âHeâs Reids age,â Hotch announces from the door as he walks in with Cruze, âso weâll replace Everette with Reid and Bahni with Y/L/N.â
âRossi and Elle will be there to apprehend Everette, weâre setting up a fake traffic spot to irritate him and inhibit him from running. You two will be in a duplicate car arriving at the warehouse at the arranged time,â Emily confirms. âWe just have to prep SWAT and then we can leave.â
âAlright, letâs get ready.â
â
Pretending to be kidnapped in the back of a car driven by her boyfriend was possibly the weirdest way to spend a Tuesday morning. Driving the exact make and model as their unsub, her heartbeat was loud enough to cover the sound of the engine and distract her from the long drive. She was overly anxious, and rightly so, it was her first sting.
And she was doing it all without coffee. Tired but full of adrenaline, she wanted to close her eyes and drift off but she knew she needed to be ready to apprehend the men at the gate with Spencer.
She feels the large bump, indicating they just went over a speed bump and she knows what that means. The car slows and she can hear the muffled talking before swat steps in, soon enough Spencer is cracking the trunk open and reaching in for her.
âAre you okay?â He helps her to her feet and makes sure her bulletproof vest is on right before handing her, her gun and watching her clip it on.
âYeah, what happened?â
âThe guards are down, Swat moved in as soon as we arrived, now we have to stand here and wait for them to clear the building,â Spencer explains as they walk to the front of her car.
She draws her gun and keeps it pointed low, guarded as they watch the front entrance for anyone to escape. âDo you know if Bahni is okay?â She whispers towards him.
He nods, âthey radioed in that they got her, sheâs being airlifted to the hospital with JJ right now.â
She nods with a deep breath, âokay good.â
âItâs going to be fine, we have enough SWAT here to take the government,â he tries to joke, getting a laugh from one of the officers⊠very strange to see someone laugh while holding an assault rifle.
One of the swat side steps towards Spencer, âIâm hearing on the line that theyâve cleared every room. Theyâre cuffing everyone, youâre free to enter.â
âThanks,â Spencer replies.
The high-pitched screech rubber gripping asphalt in an attempt to stop draws their attention backwards. Elle and Rossi jumping out with their guns drawn, ready to join even though the exciting part is long over.
âNo runners?â Elle asks, holstering her weapon. âAw man, I was excited.â
âNot a one,â Y/N adds, watching the front entrance for the rest of the team to start funnelling out with the unsubs.
Luke exits first with a big smile on his face, Simon Garrett cuffed and barely stumbling out the door in front of him. He finally got him.
âwell done,â Elle congratulates him. âLet me help you get him in SWAT van.â
âI think she has a thing for Luke,â Rossi leans into Y/N to gossip. âshe wouldnât stop asking about him on the driveâŠâ
âOoo,â Y/N teases, getting more and more tired as her adrenaline drops. Her eyes are heavy and Rossi can tell.
âWhy donât I bring you and the good doctor home, I donât think they need all of us for the wrap-up,â Rossi pats her back. âYouâve had a long night, kid.â
âThank you,â she smiles, holstering her gun and turning with him towards the SUV. âIâm so exhausted.â
âWell youâve been on the job for almost 24 hours now, youâve officially made it through your first overnight sting op,â Rossi congratulates her like heâs her grandpa.
She turns back when she doesnât hear Spencer following her, âSpence? Are you coming?â
âUm,â he has something to ask as he follows then but he doesnât say it. âYeah, sorry.â
âItâs okay, come sit with me in the back?â She asks, sliding in beside him and resting her head on his shoulder as soon as their seatbelts are on.
âDid you still want to have a nap together?â He whispers, feeling her nod against his shoulder before she pulls back.
âCome here,â she tugs him in against her chest, snuggling in as best as she could in their sitting position. Holding him close and feeling him drift off in her arms. She has no problem following suit.
When she wakes, Rossi is parked outside of her apartment, âhere you go, Y/N.â
She hums as she comes to, shaking Spencer awake too, âSpence, come on, letâs get to bed.â
âHeâs going with you?â
She nods, âdonât tell Penelope. Sheâll have a field day, I just want a nap.â
âYou better get more than a nap,â Rossi orders. âYou guys need to actually rest before you come back to work on Wednesday.â
âThanks, Dad,â she teases him. âWe will.â
âBye Dave,â Spencer whispers as he gets out of the car. âThank you for the ride.â
âAnytime kid,â Rossi waves them off, waiting for them to enter the building before driving away.
âFinally,â she sighs, dragging Spencer down the hall and towards her apartment. âIâm so fucking tired.â
âme too,â he barely says.
He follows her inside like a lost puppy, taking off his vest and shirt, slipping out of his pants until heâs in an undershirt, boxers and his mismatched socks. Sheâs amazed by how comfortable he is with her, but she has known him for 3 months, itâs enough time to fall in love with someone⊠right?
Sheâs loved him since she started working with him. When she realized he valued her opinions, he looked at her as a person and he genuinely loved her company. She felt a real connection with him, not just childish infatuation. He was everything to her.
She slides into bed beside him and snuggles in, wrapping an arm around his middle and resting her head on his chest.
âI guess I really can do everything,â she smirks.
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
She pokes his chest and giggles away the awkwardness, âthe thing I wanted to do most, the thing that I couldnât do⊠that was to fall in love with you, but I did it anyway.â
âWell, then I guess I can do everything too.â
She pulls away to look at him, âI love you, Spencer. I donât know if itâs too soon, but Iâve loved you for a while.â
He pulls her in for a kiss, shocking her as he breathes her in and holds her there. âI love you, more Y/N.â
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iâll always come back to you - cth
summary: Calum wore a skirt. A stage reveal happens.Â
authorâs notes: I have no excuse but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.Â
warnings: Cal in a skirt (please itâs too good), car sex, PIV, calum blanks out a little, sheâs back and better than ever!
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âWhat do you think I should wear?â Calum asked softly, his hands running through the different items in his closet once more, âItâs a pretty big show, I canât just show up in something shitty. All Iâve worn for the past two years is either baggy jeans and a t-shirt or shorts and no shirt.âÂ
It was true, ever since the world had shut down and the bandâs tour had been put on hold more times than Calum could count, his passion for fashion and finding new clothes to wear had been put on hold as well. Comfort and trying to stay sane in the middle of a worldwide pandemic had left him reaching for any signs of comfort to hold on to and keep him sane. But with the bandâs first show slowly approaching and Calumâs nerves returning in the form of playing a fake bass while he tried to calm his racing mind, he knew heâd have to find an outfit sooner or later, and itâd have to be one to make him feel good about himself on stage once more.Â
âI mean, I donât think anyone would personally complain about you showing up shirtless to a show,â Dovey teased, her eyes tracing the muscles in Calumâs back as she sat on the edge of the bed, âI certainly wouldnât.âÂ
âYeah, but youâre a pervert so you have no choice,â Calum chuckled and threw another shirt towards his loving wife.Â
The days had gone by and Calum had been stuck at rehearsals, trying his best to find the groove the band had long for ever since the start of the shutdown, but eventually, Calum found himself at home the morning of the show watching from the green room as the concert went on around the world. His bag, which heâd packed and unpacked multiple times that morning, laid on one of the couches. He knew heâd made the right choice, the look on Doveyâs face when heâd packed away the black fabric before she could get a peek of it enough of a reaction to make him smirk before he had rushed out the door at the sound of Ashtonâs horn.Â
âSo, did you decide on an outfit?â Michael asked as he sat down next to him during a break in their soundcheck, watching as Calumâs leg swung along to whatever beat Ashton was trying to work out with Luke, âDovey has been texting me all day asking if Iâve gotten a peek at it.âÂ
âTell her to fuck off,â Calum chuckled, âI told her she had to wait like everyone else did to see it.âÂ
âAlright,â Michael huffed, nudging him playfully, âBut weâre going to be the first to see it then.â
âYeah, yeah, and sheâll manage to bully you into telling her somehow.âÂ
Calum looked in the mirror, inhaling a shaky breath as he fixed the collar of his suit jacket once more as he heard his bandmates chuckling outside of the bathroom door. With one final look at his outfit he opened the door and stepped out, goosebumps covering his skin as the cold air of the dressing room brushed against his legs.Â
âWoah! Calum!â Ashton grinned, his eyes wide and his head nodding, âNo man, that looks sick! I love it!âÂ
âOh man, your dad is going to freak once he sees you on stage!â Luke nodded, âYou look so good!â
âGuys, Dovey is literally going to kill us all,â Michael whined and clapped Calum on the shoulder, âYou look fucking awesome, dude.â
Calumâs cheeks flushed, turning hot as he chuckled and shook his head, letting the curls heâd been growing out swish against his forehead while he tried his best not to push away his very excited and very supportive bandmates. It wasnât until the room, which consisted of the four of them and their photographer started chanting for him to do a spin that heâd finally told them to fuck off. But with a spin, and a small bout of giggles that left him when the material of his skirt brushed against the back of his knees, Calum had never felt more prepared to play a show in his life, especially when he knew that Dovey would be in the crowd singing her heart out along with them all.Â
Doveyâs eyes watched the crowd around her grow restless as time ticked slowly, minutes dragging on until the show would start. Her adrenaline was high as she heard an announcer overhead shout that the show would start in one minute, the pit in her stomach thrumming with excitement and the thought of seeing her husband and his best friends on stage again after so long. She knew how much Calum missed being on stage with them, how much he missed performing to a crowd of people singing the lyrics back to them, and so she knew that tonightâs performance would be nothing but perfect. The hum of a guitar backstage and the sound of cheers around her had Dovey on her feet before she even knew it, her wide eyes searching the stage for the man sheâd married.Â
âOh my god, he did not,â she gasped, her cheers and clapping drowned out in the rest of the crowd as she saw Calum walking out on stage, âThat bastard!â
On stage, under the shining lights and for everyone to see, Calum Hood stood grinning as his fingers moved easily over the strings of his bass. The silver chains, which hung across Calumâs waist, shone like his eyes as the set started. Doveyâs eyes tried their hardest to focus, her vision blurred by the tears that sprung out as she watched the love of her life sing his heart out on stage after too many months of being away from the one place he was able to lose himself in. The skirt, which Dovey was already drooling over, swayed along with every movement Calum made as she found herself swaying along with it, stuck in a never-ending dance she wasnât sure sheâd ever want to end. But when Ghost of You played out and Doveyâs eyes found Calumâs it was like the large crowds that had given her anxiety ever since Calum had mentioned the show and the loud music had all disappeared.Â
There was no one but her and Calum standing there, swaying to the song that had meant more to them than anyone could have ever imagined.Â
She knew their kids were watching from home, giggling and dancing along in the safety of their living room while the sitter recorded them for Dovey and Calum to cry along to later that night. But right now, in the moment, all she could think about was how despite all the things that had gone wrong and how scary the world had turned, she still had her family and the love of her life was singing to her in a room full of people once more. The set was over before Dovey even realized, her legs carrying her back towards the dressing room sheâd left not too long ago and towards her husband and his amazingly talented friends.Â
The night had become a whirlwind of events, Doveyâs arms wrapping around Calum and stuttering through her praises as her hands and eyes took in his after-show presence. Her mind was distracted throughout the rest of the promo the band had gone to do with the view of him in the skirt and mesh shirt that kept peeking in and out of view from where she stood with the rest of their team. Her eyes never left his as she watched him smile and laugh with the band and it wasnât until the car door closed next to her and she watched Calum walk in front of the car before sliding into the driverâs seat that she let out the soft breath she was holding in.Â
âSo, what did you think of the show?â Calum asked as he pulled off the highway, his grin wide as his eyes glanced over at Dovey, âDid you like it? I think we did great. Yeah, the set was short but I think it we-â
âCalum, if you donât pull over right now I will literally crash this car,â Dovey breathed out, her hand reaching out and squeezing Calumâs thigh gently.Â
The car screech to a halt, Calumâs soft gasp lost on Doveyâs lips as she pulled him into a kiss, Calumâs body leaning over the console to pull her even closer to him. He and Dovey might not have been a couple of a thousand words, but he knew exactly what she was doing when her teeth pulled gently at his bottom lip. He also knew that they didnât have much time before their car was steamed up and their moans echoed against the tinted windows, so Calum had to work fast.Â
âBack seat, baby girl,â he breathed out, his forehead resting against his wifeâs for just a second before she sprung into action, her soft laughter music to Calumâs ears.Â
âI am. So proud. Of you.â Dovey mumbled in between the kisses she was leaving on Calumâs skin, her hips rolling against his and pressed up silver chains of his skirt, âYou looked so fucking amazing on stage I couldnât help but think about all the things I wanted you to do to me tonight.â
âYeah?â Calum breathed out, his hands squeezing Doveyâs thighs as he helped her push up the hem of the skirt she was more than likely soaking through if his leaking cock wasnât already at fault for it, âGonna show me all those things you were thinking of?âÂ
âMhm, only have time for one of them right now though,â Dovey smirked, her hand taking his cock and stroking it a few times, listening to the soft whimpers that left Calum as her own hips rocked against his solid thigh, âHave to wait until weâre back home for the others.âÂ
Calumâs eyes opened enough at one point to see the steam from their act fogging up the windows, the beads of moisture dripping down their foreheads matching the ones racing down the window next to his head. Above him, Dovey looked like an angel, her closed eyes and barely opened mouth making Calum think he was the luckiest man alive. His fingers had dug into her hips, soft whimpers leaving them both with every rock of their hips and Calum wasnât sure if heâd ever want this feeling to end. He wasnât sure if heâd ever get tired of the way Dovey felt wrapped around him. Heâd happily get lost in her warmth and never find his way out again if he could, but the coil in his stomach kept stretching and stretching, threatening to snap as he listened to Doveyâs moans grow louder and louder as her hips rose and fell with every one of them.Â
âCalum,â she gasped out, one of her hands finding comfort in the soft curls sheâd been playing with ever since theyâd grown out and coiled against his head.Â
âI know, Iâve got you,â Calum choked out, his own high speeding towards him as he felt Dovey clench around him as her hips paused and her whimpers were soaked into by Calumâs skin, âOh fuck, baby, I-â
âCalum,â Dovey whispered, her soft kisses on Calumâs skin making the blinding white stars beneath his eyelids clear slowly, âHey, come back to me,â she mumbled, the feeling of her fingers running through his hair grounding Calum back to the backseat of his car.Â
His lungs hurt, the panting breaths he was taking sounding over the muffled music playing from the radio in the front, and his vision was still blurred as he watched Dovey leaned back against his thighs, her hair tousled and her dress still rucked up over her hips. It took him a couple more breaths, the thick air coating his lungs until finally, Calumâs hand found Doveyâs in the darkness of the car and he smiled lazily.Â
âYou back with me, Hood?â she asked softly and smiled, the gentle squeeze she gave his hand making him nod.Â
âI always come back to you,â Calum whispered, âAlways.âÂ
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Could you write about slash's family finding out slash Is dating axl? Thanx :)
Thank you so much for your request, I hope you will like it :)
Axlâs leg didnât stop bouncing since the flight took off. I mean could you blame him? They were coming back from their first tour and he had to stay with Slashâs family, which only made him imagine the worst case scenario, especially since the grandma accident he had when he lived at Slashâs place for a while.
Probably the fact they were secretly together wasnât helping either.
 âBut my mom already knows you and we lived together before this, if she didnât suspect back then she wouldn't do it now!â Slash reassured him over and over, however it didnât ease his worry.
Axl was still navigating this all being a couple situation, if in a way it felt amazing being finally liked back by his crush, on the other side years of religious trauma just made him feel dirty and a sinner because he loved a man. And also what if things went south? What if he and Slash broke up because of him ? Would the band be over too, just after their first big tour?
âYouâre lost in your head again, arenât you?â Slash wore his sunglasses but Axl could tell he was casting him a knowing look.
âHow can you not be nervous about it? Some many things could go wrong.â The redhead pointed about, moving around the straw of his finished drink.
âAxl you are overthinking this. Itâs my mom, sheâs the most open minded person I know. She wonât care if my best friend and I spend time in my old room.â
The singer decided to stay silent, the other option was to scream and jump off the plane but it didnât seem like a good idea, well he wasnât that desperate to try, yet. Honestly he wondered if maybe his paranoia was taking the best of him, maybe Slash was right? Slash was mostly right when it came to his worries, besides the times he wasnât and everything went to hell. But this didnât have to be the case, right?
âWe just have to say hello, have dinner with them and say we booked a hotel to stay in for the night. No big deal.â
âSo youâre on with not telling her everything? Because I swear to God if you pull a stunt like you did with Duff, I will kill you.â
Axl remembered too well how Slash casually told Duff âOh by the way me and Axl are fucking, like we are togetherâ Â one time he was drunk. It wasnât a nice experience even if the bassist was incredibly supportive.
âGod Ax, I was drunk and you canât tell me it didnât turn out fine, Duff loves us as a couple!â Slash argued with a smirk. â But sure, I wonât tell my mom my best friends kiss my lips goodnight.â
âIâm serious, Saul. You promised it.â
âDamn, I didnât know you were so ashamed of us being together!â
He knew it was a provocation but Axl couldnât help but feel a pit of guilt forming in his stomach. How could he be ashamed of Slash? Hell he was the best thing about himself, if he had the courage he would kiss him right there but it didnât work like that.
âItâs not that and you know it!â Sadness glazed his eyes and he looked outside the window to avoid the guitaristâs eyes.
Slash slowly but casually put his hand on the arm rest so that his and Axlâs hands were slightly touching, while still looking like something innocent. He started to play with one of the singerâs rings because he knew he liked it.
âI know, I was just messing with you.â
â Well donât or Iâll leave your sorry ass, you motherfucker.â
âHereâs the Axl I know.â Slash smirked, gaining a light punch on his shoulder by Axl. âBut seriously we donât have to rush it, if youâre not ready we wonât tell my parents.â
The other man stayed silent, still too annoyed and worried to hold up a conversation without destroying the plane, but how he decided to return the favor by playing with Slashâs rings. They stayed silent for most of the ride, occasionally trying to sneak in a few touches and ordering a couple of drinks ( mostly Slash did).
When they announced the plane was about to land Axlâs worry didnât ease one bit, if possible the idea of the imminent meet up only made him jittery and cranky like a baby who didnât get to nap. He tried his best to shove the feeling deep down but a part of him kept going off like an alarm.
âCâmon, how bad can things go?â Slash said to him once they landed.
He just hoped these werenât their famous last words before the storm.
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Slash got his keys in and he opened the door to find an empty house. He expected it, Ola was a very busy woman and it was very common for her to be out working or meeting people, itâs the reason why she felt the keys outside for him.
âNobodyâs home. You can stop hiding behind me.â Slash joked and Axl flipped him the bird.
âI wasnât hiding behind you, asshole. Donât make me grab those keys and lock you out of your own house!â
The guitarist laughed. Sure an angry Axl Rose wasnât someone who you want to deal with but he knew what to expect at least, as long as he pretended to kill him it meant that the red head felt confident enough. When he started to get silent and to isolate, that was when things would have gone south.
âLetâs just stay in my room until my mom comes back. I know I still have some records that I want to bring home.â
The idea of spending some time alone and postponing the meeting with Ola seemed to calm Axl down, who was more than content to just lay on Slashâs bed as he used to when he lived there. He looked at his boyfriend going through every drawer and shelf to collect as many things as possible,a part of him couldnât help but find that adorable. Disgusting.
âWoah look what I found!â Slash showed an acoustic guitar, a little beaten up but still good enough to be played.
He uncerimonely threw himself on the bed and started strumming. They were sitting very close and Axl couldnât help but worry if someone walked in and found themselves like that, it didnât help that Slashâs thighs were brushing against his.
âYou gotta relax, Rose. Câmon if someone opens the door we will hear it.â
Maybe it was having Slashâs warm skin against his that caused his brain to short-circuit or the slow notes coming from his guitar, but soon Axl found his heart slowing down and his eyes observing the guitarist, which was too focused to notice it. During the jam session the singer took out of his pocket a small piece of paper and a pen, brainstorming some lyrics that they could use in a future song.
For a minute everything seemed perfect. There was no worry, no guilt or shame, just him, Slash and the music. Eventually Slash laid down and invited Axl to do the same, which surprisingly he did and the playing continued. Sometimes it was a famous song, others one of theirs of a melody Slash came up with at the spot to which Axl would add some random humming and more lyrics to his paper.
âI wanna kiss you so bad, now.â Slash announced like it was the easiest thing for him and Axl froze.
âNo, we canât do it.â
âYour mom can walk in.â
âItâs too risky.â
âIïżœïżœm scared.â
That was what he was supposed to say, he knew the other man would understand a no yet thatâs not what came out from his mouth after seconds of pure silence.
âThen do it.â
His eyes grew bigger at the realization of what he said. What the fuck was he thinking? He hated when the emotions got the best of him because it meant he had no control, and when he had no control he ended up getting angry, crying, destroying stuff or behaving like a fucking teenager.
But it was too late to turn back now and his body was yearning to be touched. Slashâs lips touched his in a gentle yet hungry way, they were passionate and starved because the opportunities to secretly kiss were few and they wanted to make sure to make them all mean something. Soon Slashâs hands found their way in Axlâs hair and the redhead nibbled Slashâs lips in response, it was always a battle for power where most of the time Slash would give up and let Axl have the upperhand, but this time he was more adamant on winning and the singer didnât seem to be too upset about it.
Time stopped in their blessed paradise and their senses were too overwhelmed to hear the front door opening as well as the bedroom one.
â Hi Saul, I see you and Axl are already hereâŠâ Olaâs voice made both boys stop in their tracks but it was too late.
Axl didnât dare to turn towards her, leaving Slash to see the surprised look on his motherâs face. He was panicking but there was no turning back, so he searched his brain to find the right words to explain why he was kissing his best friend.
âOh yeah, he was fainting so I gave him CPR.â
âWe were not kissing, I swear.â
âThatâs not Axl, itâs a girl I met.â
But lies didnât work with his mom and the only thing he could have done was to face reality and hope for the best.
âMomâŠâ His tone sounded hesitant maybe for the first time in his life. He was never scared of consequences, not even when he spent his teenage years being a wild card and getting in trouble, yet this was a whole other story.
He was tempted to squeeze Axlâs hand because by looking at him he seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack, but not always physical touch made Axl calmer and definitely it wasnât the case at that moment.
âIâm gonna give you a momentâŠâ Ola stated, exiting the room.
âMom, wait !â Slash quickly followed her, leaving the singer all alone in the room.
Ola stopped in the living room and turned around to face his son. The guitarist was not ready for the talk but he owed it to his mom ,who always loved him and to Axl, who spent time and energy to let Slash in his heart. He wanted to smoke so badly to ease the anxiety but probably it wasnât the best idea, so he played with his rings instead.
âOkay, I know what you have seen and I know how it might look but I will explain everything.â
He paused for a minute but his mother signaled him to continue.
âI care for Axl, a lot. I canât even explain how much, you know Iâm not good with words. I want to tell you more but itâs up to the both of us to do that and heâs⊠well, kind of freaking out at the moment. Just please mom keep an open mind and donât assume the worst⊠Iâm fine, weâre fine and we are happy andâŠâ The words died in his throat. It was so out of character for him but he couldnât help it, it was the primordial fear of disappointing your parents that paralyzed him.
Ola seemed to understand because she squeezed his hand tightly and her eyes got softer.
âItâs okay Saul. I will always love you but I think you need to calm Axl down and bring him here, so we can all talk.â
A small smile appeared on the guitaristâs face. His mom wasnât angry but the coaxing Axl out of the room would have been a hard task, especially considering the state he was in. What if Axl refused to get out? Or worse, what if he already jumped out of the window?
âYeah, at least this time he wonât jump off a moving car, I hope.â
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A soft knock echoed through the room but Axl didnât move. Slash wasnât surprised, he knew that Axl preferred to be alone when he was in a bad mood but a part of him would always worry, this time wasnât any different in fact was even worse considering how Axl felt about the whole situation.
âAxl, itâs me. Can you please open the door?â
First time was always nice, getting aggressive only made the singer shut off even more and turn him violent. His question was left unanswered but this didnât make Slash give up.
âLook, I know youâre scared but things are not as bad as they seem. I promise you my mom wasnât angry.â
A small sniffle was heard from the room but beside that the door stays locked. Slash never thought of himself as a patient person but he quickly learned that when he started dating Axl, generally he treated him like he would with his snakes : give him the time and the space to get used to him and then gently get him out. It didnât always work but it was better than nothing.
âWhy donât we go downstairs and talk to her? You donât even have to speak if you donât want to⊠just stay there for me, itâs our story and I need your moral support tooâ Saul laughed nervously, even if there was a part of truth in what he said.
Everything stayed still for the third time which disappointed Slash a bit. He was ready to go back to his mom and say that Axl wasnât coming out anytime soon, when he heard the door unlocking and soon he was facing his boyfriend, who had wet eyes and bruised knuckles.
âSheâs not angry?â The redhead asked as he couldnât believe Ola wasnât crying or insulting them.
âNope, she just wants to listen to us. I can do the talking if you want.â He slowly wiped Axlâs tears and felt relieved when the other man accepted the comfort.
âOkay.â Axl sounded unsure but he was already drying his tears the best he could.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah. I think we own them a little. Itâs your parents, you deserve to talk about it with them if you want.â
Slash stuck his hand for Axl to take as he led him to the living room.
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Axl kept repeating himself that it was just Slashâs mom, she was open minded and had to deal with worse things involving him. Worst case scenario is that they hated them, which would have resulted in Slash losing his family and Axl being treated like a plague. But what if they accepted Slash liking men but just not Axl? I mean he was a runaway who told Slashâs grandma to fuck off so how high were the chances they wanted him to be with their son?
Right when he entered the living room, he realized that he didnât need to worry about that⊠because there was another problem : a man sitting next to Ola, who Axl assumed had to be Slashâs dad.
âDad?â Slash confirmed his suspicion and seemed very surprised. It took Axl a minute to remember that Ola and Anthony ( he thought thatâs how he was called) had been divorced for quite some time.
Now he knew a bit of Ola but he had no idea of how Slashâs dad was about to react, he just hoped he was as open minded as his ex wife.
âSorry Saul, I forgot to tell you I invited your father, too. I wasnât expecting what happened.â She shot an apologizing look to both of them.
âWhatâs going on, son?â
âI⊠I hid something from you two. I did it because I was scared of your reaction and also because it wasnât just my story to tell⊠but well I care for someone very much and as mom could tell this person is Axl. I love him and I know itâs a guy. It might look unusual for everyone else but it works for us. He makes me happy and thatâs what matters, right?â
Slash only dared to look at Axl, hoping the other man would give him an encouraging look but his eyes were stuck to the floor. The silence seemed to stretch forever even if it had passed just a couple of seconds. Were they too shocked? Or too busy finding the right words?
Finally after another couple of agonizing seconds someone spoke up, but not who the guitarist was expecting.
âItâs my fault if Slash didnât tell you. I was scared even ashamed I guess because I know what you might think. I know Iâm not the best fit for your son but he helps me so much, probably I suck at showing it but I appreciate him, I love him. Iâm going to try my best to treat him like he deserves so if you have to be angry at someone, well thatâs me because he doesnât deserve it.â
The curly manâs eyes widened in surprise. Axl rarely dropped the âL wordâ or talked about his feelings like that, it was sweet and heartbreaking at the same time because it was a reminder of how the redhead thought he was hard to love.
Often Slash asked himself if it was worth it, if maybe they were better alone than together but then he saw Axlâs smile, the one only reserved for him or he would magically find that random object he put his eyes on in a store, bought by his boyfriends just to make him happy. He was glad he was helping the other man too.
âSaul, we will always love you, doesnât matter what. I have to admit that it is a surprise but also I should have known sooner, the door of your room was always closed when Axl used to live here.â
Both Axl and Slash felt embarrassed by Olaâs insinuations but only the older one found the courage to whisper an answer back.
â We werenât still together back then.â
âPoint is we are happy for you, right Anthony?â Ola nudged Slashâs father.
âYeah yeah. If you two love each other then go ahead, do what makes you happy.â He added calmly.
The guitarist felt a huge weight being lifted off his shoulders, maybe it was because they were artists or because they genuinely cared for him but he was happy enough with it. On the other hand Axl seemed so confused as it was impossible for parents to behave like that, however he decided to accept what the destiny was throwing at them but looking visibly more relaxed.
âOnly one last thing. Since youâre part of the family now Axl, I guess itâs time to show you some lovely photos I found of Saul!â Ola said with a smile.
Slashâs small smile turned into an expression of pure fear meanwhile the singer was grinning, clearly enjoying the moment. Axl would never let this die and the guitarist wasnât fully ready for that.
âOh Iâd love to, Mrs. Hudson!
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Many embarrassing photos of young Saul later, which made it very difficult for Axl to hide the warm feeling in his heart at the sight of the cutest Slash, they had dinner. What seemed to be an awkward conversation at first turned into pleasant stories about all the crazy clients Ola worked for or the very interesting artists friends of Anthony, Slash decided to add some stories from tour ( of course heavily censored for their sake) and Axl added all the missing details.
Even if they were supposed to go to their hotel room, Slash couldnât resist the idea to sleep with Axl in the same bed in his old room as he always thought of at the time.
âDamn, were you pining already back then?â The singer teased him but couldnât fully hide his excitement at the suggestion.
âYouâve been a pain in my ass as soon as I laid my eyes on you.â Slashâs comment gained him a smack with a pillow from Axl.
âThank God your parents like me know and I canât kill you.â
âSee told you were worrying over nothing!â
Slash was about to get undressed and under the sheets when Axlâs expression made him freeze. It was a dangerous expression.
âI have an idea. What if sleeping isnât the first thing in your old room?â
Sneaky fucker. Of course Axl would want to fuck right when his mom was in the other room! But the curly man would lie if he didnât find that extremely hot.
âThen I say itâs better we lock this door, because I already saw my mom and David Bowie fucking and I donât need her to see us!â
Axlâs grin got bigger and soon Slash joined him in bed.
âDid you mean all that sappy stuff you said? How I make you happy, how much you love me.â
Typical of Axl asking existential questions about their feelings right before sex, but the other man couldnât blame him since they werenât the best with words. Honestly Slash is surprised with himself too for what he found the courage to get out.
âYup, everything. You know I love you dickhead, I didnât expect you to get all sappy on me though.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Axl asked, half confused and half upset.
âJust I know itâs hard for you and you think you are hard to love or something, but youâre not. Sure, when you get late on stage I want to kill you but youâre not as bad as you think you are.â The guitarist was a bit scared of crossing a line but the other man seemed happy enough with the answer.
âI feel safe with you.â The redhead stated as he started to make his hands wander all over Slashâs torso.
âWell Iâm glad because now that I presented you to my parents youâre stuck with me.â Slash shot back, also getting his hands on Axl as the battle of power slowly began.
It was so weird to think about how they got to that point but Slash wouldnât have it any other way and he was pretty sure Axl was happy as well to be free of such a weight and be embraced by the feeling of being accepted.
#lol it came out long I hope that's okay#I can't believe I'm back with Slaxl I missed them#axl rose#slash#guns n roses#80srock#80s rock band#fanfiction#guns n roses fanfic#slaxl#my fanfiction
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Sandwiched
Meian x Fem. Reader x Adriah
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: mentions of crimes (including and not limited to: murder, armed robbery, illegal drug use and grand theft auto), oral sex (m!receiving), threesome (mmf), unprotected sex, creampie, throatpie, face fucking, rough sex, mating press, tummy bulge, throat bulge, multiple orgasms (f!), slightly possessive Meian, mentions of size kink, brief mention of full nelson, hint at a possible poly relationship
A/N: this is for @iwas-babyâs Crime & Punishment Collab! I enjoyed writing this a lot and yâall should check out the other works here! Now, for the title you may wonder âvenus why this titleâ well, my curious friend, itâs because youâre about to be sandwiched between two big beefy men
Tagging: @hqintheclub @hqmafia
Blaring police sirens, sharp turns from high speed chases, the pungent smell of gunpowder filling your nostrils. It was everything you were used to.
Living this life meant that you had to do things that were questionable, things that made you toss and turn at night. You saw sides of people that you never thought they had.
Your boyfriend and your best friend were the two that shocked you the most. How they could easily pull the trigger of the gun that was put against someoneâs head, no matter how much the person cried, begged or pleaded.
Your boyfriend, Meian Shugo, always had a tough demeanor. Had the strength to back up his overwhelming confidence. No one wanted to mess with him before but now? Now he was beyond what you could ever imagine. He loved living a life filled with crime, doing all types of drugs, killing whoever was in his way.
It gave him a rush.
The kind of rush that always had you on your back with your knees pressed to your chest or bent in half in a full Nelson while you cried out his name.
But there was also your best friend, Adriah Tomas, nicknamed Happy by the media. The warm smile on his face that had always given you a sense of comfort now sent a chill running down your spine. It was the same smile he wore while pointing a gun to a hostage during a bank robbery, even putting blanks in the gun he used to fuck with the other hostages even more simply because he loved hearing their screams and pleas.
The same smile he wore while shooting at officers during a chase, yelling curses and shooting haphazardly not caring who gets hit.
More importantly, it was the same smile he wore while watching you get split by your boyfriend's cock.
You werenât a goody goody either, using your looks, body and feminine charm to your advantage to get your way. Like the getaway car you three are in now, it wasnât that hard to seduce the owner while the other two robbed the bank.
It was laughable how quickly he gave you the keys to his car and the face he made when you sped off was even better. You wished you could take a photo of it but you had to meet your accomplices.
Now the three of you were swerving from police Meianâs hand on your thigh squeezing it tightly while Adriah was half out the rear seat window shooting at the officers chasing you, laughing the entire way.
It wasnât hard to lose the officers, especially when Adriah shot half of their tires out. You drove to one of the hideouts only known to by the heads of the mafia you all were associated with, showing the guard at the front the tattoos on different parts of each of your bodies.
Once you all were inside you went to the basement where the three of you stored your things whenever you did a local job.
âAlright boys, I donât know about you all but I need a shower. We can stay here until the heat dies down and plan our next hit.â
You showered and walked out clad in a towel, skin still damp from the shower. Once Adriah caught sight of you a pink blush spread across his cheeks, his cock twitching at the thought of your naked body under the towel. He quickly got up and excused himself to the bathroom knowing what was going to happen next.
You walked to a dresser and bent over searching for something to wear, you didnât even notice your boyfriend looming over you. The adrenaline in his veins making all the blood shoot straight to his cock.
He picked you up and laid you on the bigger bed making you yelp.
âA warning wouldâve been nice.â You sigh in feign annoyance while his large hands remove the towel around you and roamed your body.
âDo you think I care about giving you a fucking warning? You should know what happens after a job by now, princess.â
Meian lowered his head taking one of your pebbling nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, after a few whimpers of his name left your lips he pulled off with a pop. He easily manhandled you up from your position while he sat against the headboard of the bed and pulled you on his lap, your back against his chest.
âYouâll be good for me and let me do as I please right?â He nipped at your neck as you let out a breathless moan of agreement. He chuckled against your skin before biting down and spreading your legs with his own, letting one of his hands tease your clit while he used the other to circle your entrance with one of his digits.
Once you were wet enough he slid one finger inside of you making you roll your head back moaning his name. As he continued his movements it was unbeknownst to you that the two of you had accrued a one man audience.
Hearing you moan Meianâs name Adriah knew what was going on. He peeked in watching your chest rise and fall, hearing your slick sounds each time Meian thrusted his finger in and out of you. Adriah was so focused on you he didnât even notice the smirk growing on Meianâs face.
âHey, why donât you come get a closer look?â Adriahâs face flushed at Meianâs words and you were pulled from your pleasure filled trance. Adriah slowly walked out from his poorly chosen hiding spot and moved closer to the two of you.
âYou donât think Iâm stupid do you Adriah? You donât think I donât notice how you look at my girl? How you watch me fuck her, hearing her cry out my name. Last time I checked I wasnât a fucking idiot.â
âI-I donât think youâre an idiot man, I-Iâm sorryââ Adriahâs face flushed more and more by the second afraid of the next words that would fall from Meianâs lips.
âI didnât ask for an apology, I thought Iâd do you a favor and if it all goes well then maybe we can do this again.â
All Adriah could do was nod at Meianâs proposition. While he couldnât have you to himself sharing you with your boyfriend was much better than watching you two fuck from the sidelines. His eyes went back to your pussy, watching the way it swallowed one of Meianâs thick fingers.
âPrincess, look at Adriah, he canât even help but palm himself over his pants. Poor guy, why donât you ask him nicely to take his cock out? He must be so uncomfortable.â
You bit your lip nodding and looking at Adriah with big doe eyes, a seemingly innocent look that countered the situation at hand. You batted your eyelashes at him and stuck your pretty pink tongue out to wet your lips.
âAdriah, can you please take your cock out? I donât want you to be uncomfortable.â
In that moment he understood why you always got what you wanted, why it was always so easy to trick others and by the smirk on your face that grew with each movement of him taking his pants off, it looked like you knew he just made this realization.
As Adriah was taking his pants off Meian thrusted his finger faster inside you, easily adding a second one inside you scissoring them to stretch you out for his cock, not like that did much anyway.
You were small compared to your boyfriend and he took pride in this obvious difference especially when it came to the bedroom. He loved the tears that brimmed your eyes and the way you would cry out that it's too big that it wonât fit. He loved using the size difference to his advantage especially when it came to putting you in all these different positions, no matter what you were just so small.
Once Adriah pulled his pants and boxers down your eyes widened and your mouth watered. His cock was almost just as thick as Meianâs and the only difference was that your boyfriendâs cock was slightly longer but still had a good effect on you nonetheless.
Meian caught the way you were staring at Adriah so he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact but it quickly turned into a surprised gasp when he flipped you over on your back pushing you up so your head would fall off the bed.
âWell, you get her mouth because no one gets to fuck her pussy but meâ your boyfriend spoke as he was getting undressed, his thick heavy cock slapping against his abdomen once it was released from its confines.
Adriah quickly moved to your mouth stroking his cock still in shock that this was really happening, this was something he had only dreamed of. Seeing you naked like this, your mouth open and ready for his cock, your eyes glazed over already fucked out, he felt like he was gonna cum already.
Right as he was going to put his cock in your mouth you jerked forward from Meian thrusting his entire length inside you without any warning, making you cry out.
âF-fuck! Too much! Too big!â
Meian looked over at Adriah with a smirk on his face snaking a hand down to rub your clit.
âWell, what are you waiting for? Her mouth is open, youâve seen me fuck her enough to know that she always cries out like this but her greedy little cunt always swallows my cock so well. Isnât that right princess?â
He gripped your hip with his free hand and started thrusting your cunt already creaming around his cock, not giving you time to reply. Moans poured from you with each thrust, your tits bouncing and you stretched out your arms to Adriah, your small hands grasping at his thighs beckoning him closer.
Adriah hesitantly moved closer, placing the tip of his cock in your open mouth almost pulling out completely when you wrapped your soft lips around it. With each of Meianâs thrusts and the hesitant inching forward from Adriah you took inch after inch of his cock in your mouth. A bulge in your throat slowly forming, almost mirroring the bulge that showed in your belly whenever Meian thrusted into you.
Groans and grunts from both men filled the room along with the wet sounds of your battered pussy and the muffled moans coming from you. You couldnât even announce your orgasms or cry out from overstimulation, even if Adriahâs cock wasnât in your mouth the way Meianâs cock was dragging against your gummy walls was suffocating you with pleasure.
âCome on Adriah, you could use her mouth better than that, fuck her mouth like you would fuck her pussy. Grab her tits, the bed and just fuck her throat. Sheâs clenching around me so tightly, how many times did you cum around my cock princess? Five? Six?â
Adriah followed Meianâs instructions reaching down to grab your tits as he started thrusting in your mouth, hesitantly at first but feeling the way your throat tightened around his cock he picked up the pace moving in precision with Meianâs thrusts.
Meian lifted your legs and pinned your knees to your chest fucking into you even deeper than before, he groaned at your tightness already feeling his orgasm build. Adriah was no better, unhinged moans and whines leaving his lips, sounds he would normally save for when he was in private, stroking his cock to the thought of you crying out his name.
You clenched around Meian tighter as another orgasm washed over you moaning around Adriahâs cock making him cum right after you and Meian following in suit. Both men groaning your name deeply as they filled your mouth and cunt up with their cum, marking you from the inside as theirs.
A few more pumps and both pulled out, Adriah lifted your head and wiped your tears away and Meian leaned down to press his lips against yours quickly deepening the kiss and swiping his tongue over yours tasting remnants of Adriahâs cum. He slid his fingers over your sensitive pussy collecting some cum that spilled out and put them in your mouth.
âThatâs it princess, clean them offâ he pulled them out of your mouth satisfied that the taste on your tongue now is his cum. He brought you close to him in a hug and laid down with you rubbing your back, Adriah fixed himself and went to go to another room.
âHey Adriah, where are you going?â
âI-uh since this is over I was going to leave you two. Uh thanks.â
âNo way, come, the princess loves cuddles after sex. You donât want to leave without doing that.â A deep blush grew on Adriahâs face as he moved to the bed, laying down on the other side of you, a content sigh leaving your lips as you relaxed between the two.
As the three of you fell asleep holding each other, there was one thought swirling in all of your minds: none of you wanted this to end, not caring about what change that meant for your relationship, you all were willing to make it.
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"Share Your Burden" Daryl Dixon & Daughter!Reader
Request From Anonymous: "Your writing is the best! You probably have a lot of requests, but if you wouldn't mind I'd like to request some more dad Daryl fics where he basically adopts the reader. Those are just always so good. Not sure I have a specific story in mind, just more dad Daryl and Daughter reader in general please. You're the best! đ"
Summary: The reader is like a daughter to Daryl. When she sees him taken by the saviors, she will get him back and keep him safe even if it means losing some of her humanity.
Word Count: 4933
Warning: Violence, Swearing
Song I Wrote To: âCarry You" by Fleurie and Ruelle
Note: Figured considering our show is coming back this month, I should get some stories in, huh? There are parts in this that are lightly inspired by Ellie in TLOU2.
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It had taken every ounce of strength not to move as you watched the man known as Negan brutally murder two members of your family.
Abrahamâs blood was ingrained into your mind and Maggieâs screams echoed through your skull like bats in a cave. You wanted to scream, cry, and launch yourself at your new enemy to save those who you loved but you remained in the shadows of the tree you had climbed and waited. The group known as the Saviors milled around the clearing as Negan hauled your leader into the RV and drove off.
From your vantage point, you could see Daryl fading as he stared at the bodies of his brothers. Blood was dripping down his arm from the gunshot wound he had sustained from the blonde man above him. Looking at the way the sneering man held Darylâs bow made you so angry it was hard not to drop down and plunge a blade into his pale neck.
Carl was with Michonne, trying not to look anywhere but the enemies that surrounded them. Carl was your age and he was also the person who you trusted the most to keep it together in situations such as this. You pulled your strength from your friendâs resolve and continued to wait.
Maggie was getting worse and that was why you had ventured out of Alexandria in the first place. Spencer had spotted you heading for the gate when he had tried to stop you. Ignoring him as always, you pushed past him and began the trek to Hilltop. It was on that journey that you came across the first roadblock and so you followed it.
You had never imagined that it would have led to the gruesome scene below you. Your knuckles strained around the handles of your knives, a pair that Daryl had given to you himself when you had settled at the prison. It was only after Terminus that he began to properly train you to use them. Right then, they had never felt more useless.
Daryl was your protector and he was the closest thing you had to a father. He had found you running from Walkers when the group was settled on the Greene farm. You had been alone for weeks and from then on, it was the two of you.
Daryl had been the one to protect you from Shaneâs scrutiny, the piercing gaze of the Governor, and the cannibals of Terminus. In turn, you became his shadow, having his back wherever he went, always ready to defend him while also learning everything you could. Now, you felt as powerless as he looked. It had been a long while since the group had been this broken-looking.
It was heartbreaking.
It wasnât long before Negan returned with Rick and after almost making your leader cut his own sonâs hand off. Negan ordered his men to leave not without making demands of your family and hauling Daryl along with him.
Staring after the caravan of murderers, you weighed what you were going to do next. A weight was heavy in your packâs front packet and while you knew it was risky, a plan began to form. One that would either get you or Daryl killed or perhaps even both. Still, you had to try.
Dropping to the forest floor, you took one last look at your people through the trees before taking off in the opposite direction and towards the main road, pushing your legs as fast as they would go.
âHold on, Daryl,â you whispered in between haggard breaths, âIâll be there soon."
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Daryl was in the back of the truck trying not to grimace every time the vehicle rolled over an uneven section of road.
Everything hurt and nothing felt right. He felt sick and above everything, he felt guilty.
The shock was still coursing through his veins as he heard Negan laughing in the cab upfront but he tried to tune it out as he thought of Glenn. It was instinct to go after Negan. Daryl hadnât even thought about the repercussions that might happen as he got to his feet and charged the larger man.
It hadnât occurred to Daryl to take a breath and think about what would happen next. They had never faced a menace like Negan before. Daryl thought he had seen the last of the bloodshed when they had escaped Terminus. At least, escaped the violence for a while before it caught back up to them again.
It wasnât long till Darylâs pain began to increase as the adrenaline wore off. Dwight was sitting across from him, holding his crossbow and Daryl wanted to strangle the man.
He had helped Dwight with Sherry and Tina. He had tried to keep Tina alive when he returned the insulin. Daryl couldnât help but be enraged while looking at him, but he understood the betrayal in a way. He knew what people became in the new world and according to Dwight, Negan was the lesser evil of trying to survive on his own.
Daryl then only wondered what happened to Sherry.
They were going down another road as Daryl leaned to the left as the truck turned sharply. He blinked away the sudden twinge in his shoulder and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning in discomfort. He wouldnât give these bastards the satisfaction.
Suddenly, from the front of the cab, Negan shouted, causing Dwight to jump in his seat. âShit!â Negan swore and then there was a flash of light, a loud bang, and then they were airborne. Daryl had barely a second to brace his hands on the roof of the truck before it slammed into the road, the metal exterior shredding sparks along the neglected asphalt.
Smoke and dust filled the air as Daryl tried to get his bearings. He could hear the muffled shouts of Negan and his men followed by a few gunshots but his ears were still ringing.
Across from him, Dwight was groaning in pain as blood dripped from his brow. His hands had let go of the bow and in a sudden surge of energy, Daryl dove for his loaded weapon.
Clutching his hands around the crossbow, Daryl scrambled for the back door, trying to get to his feet. A hand then circled around his ankle as Dwight realized what was happening. Turning around, Daryl blindly fired a bolt and it struck Dwight in the shoulder, mirroring Darylâs own wound for good measure.
Dwight went down in pain and Daryl continued to move. As he fumbled for the door that was hanging half open due to the crash, he could hear yells of pain out in the warm air followed by the sound of someone choking as if they were drowning. Even half-aware of what was going on, Daryl could recognize the sound of someone choking on their own blood.
Daryl slammed his good shoulder against the broken door with a frustrated yell and finally felt the sun on his face. âDonât kill her!â Daryl heard Negan scream. âJesus fucking Christ, Arat!â Daryl tried to get back on his feet but everything was too bright and he was still trying to figure out what had happened and who Negan was talking about.
It wasnât until he felt a hand around his arm that he seemed to snap back into his body. Aware that he hadnât reloaded a new bolt into his bow, he swung his arm, trying to clip his assailant in the head with the bow. âFuck! Daryl!â a familiar voice exclaimed to his right. The arm around him tightened as Darylâs eyes finally focused on the person at his side.
â(Y/N)?â he breathed as he took in your face that was covered in blood and a wild look echoed from your eyes.
âWe have to move,â you said earnestly. âNow!â Not questioning your demands, Daryl nodded and allowed you to take his bow as you grabbed for it. Slinging the bow onto your back, you grabbed the lighter Daryl had given you and he watched as you took a breath, no doubt sending some kind of prayer to the universe before you threw it into a pool of gasoline, igniting it and sending Saviors diving for cover.
Bullets flew by you as you hauled Daryl to the woods. âDonât fucking shoot her! Sheâs a goddamn kid!â Negan screamed at his men.
Daryl leaned heavily on you as you dragged him towards the treeline. He didnât hear much of what you said after that as his feet blindly followed you. âNegan,â Daryl choked out, trying to get you to understand.
âLeave him,â you said, trying to carry both of your weights. âCome on, Daryl, I canât carry us both,â you pleaded, trying to get his mind to catch up with his body. It took another minute or so before the ringing subsided in his ears and the world got back into focus. Taking a few deep breaths, he got back into his normal gait and began speeding up his steps as he followed you through the woods.
You kept the crossbow on your back but he was soon able to walk on his own. âWhat did ya do?â Daryl asked as you stumbled down an embankment and carefully crossed a stream.
âWhat I had to to get you away from them,â you said as you helped him over the slippery rocks. âWe can talk about this later. Right now, I need you to keep moving. Thereâs a town just through these trees, we can hide there for the night.â
âTheyâll find us, (Y/N),â Daryl said as he pressed his hand against the bullet wound that was bleeding again. You looked at him, your eyes still wide from the fight.
âThen Iâll handle it,â you said. âIt's my turn to keep you safe.â
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The heat was horrid by the time you and Daryl arrived in the abandoned town.
Even with Daryl still in pain, you made the two of you circle back three times in order to cover your tracks. However, eventually, you knew he couldnât take more before he finally keeled over. Keeping the crossbow loaded, you moved silently through the back alleys of the small town, looking for both Saviors and Walkers alike.
After the quarry horde had been redirected, the larger groups of the dead had been far and few between but that didnât mean Walkers were gone altogether. Silently, you took down four Walkers before you found the destination you had in mind.
The old town library was something you and Sasha had found when you had accompanied her on a hunt one day. The latches on the doors still worked and it had enough blindspots inside to hide from the Living and the Dead.
You stood watch as Daryl wrestled with the doors. The Southern heat warped the frames a bit but eventually, Daryl was able to push one open and slip inside. You followed quickly and shut it behind you. Placing down the bow, you shoved a fallen bookcase in front of the double doors before collapsing against it for a second.
âOkay, this should hold,â you said with another breath. Daryl was swaying on his feet when you looked back at him. âCome on,â you said, picking up the bow and leading him into the main area of the library.
For such a small town, the library was a decent size. You figured that it was probably the main community hub for the neighborhood. It made its untouched books and abandoned keycards that much more sorrowful. Depositing Daryl on one of the lumpy couches, you grabbed your flashlight from your pack and clicked it on.
âIâm going to go make sure thereâs no Dead in here,â you said. âStay here and Iâll be back to take a look at that shoulder.â
â(Y/N),â Daryl said, grabbing your hand before you could move.
âIâll be fine,â you promised. Daryl seemed to be wary but he was also exhausted so he relented and let go. You gave him your canteen, ordered him to drink, and then you began your search.
The dried blood on your skin was driving you crazy as it itched with every second. When you had set out after the Saviors, clutching the grenade you had stolen from Spencerâs stash a few days before, it hadnât occurred to you that there would be a before and an after.
Before you managed to get to Daryl and after you got him.
Now, it was all about survival. You knew what you had done. Negan was pissed and if you knew anything about his temper solely based on the clearing, then you knew he wasnât going to let this go.
You feared for your family back in Alexandria. If he wanted to, Negan could go and terrorize your family, perhaps kill more of them. None of that had been on your mind when you began your rescue operation. You werenât thinking about anyone but Daryl. You had to save him and you were willing to risk your life. Though, now, you realized it wasnât just your life you were risking.
Shaking the thoughts out of your mind, you finished your rounds through the two stories of the library. You were surprised to only find two Walkers who were less than âaliveâ. Both were barely hanging on and you figured one of them had been the librarian at some point. You took them both out to end their suffering and then headed back to Daryl.
Daryl was still awake when you joined him on the couch and helped him out of his shirt. The gunshot wound was getting worse and you could tell he was trying to put on a brave face for you. âYou donât have to do that, you know?â you said as you dug through your bag for the alcohol and bandages you always had with you.
âDo what?â he asked.
âAct as if nothing is hurting,â you said, pouring some of the alcohol on a rag. Not giving him a warning, you pressed it against his shoulder and Daryl swore as it burned the wound. âSee,â you said with a smirk.
âYa shouldnât have done it,â Daryl said after a second.
âIf I hadnât, then you would be dead or worse,â you said. âI wasnât going to let Negan take anyone else from me. Not after Glenn and Abraham.â
âYou saw,â Daryl said and it wasnât a question. You began cleaning the excess blood off before finding your suturing kit.
âI was in a tree,â you whispered, threading the needle, suddenly very grateful for the lessons Herschel had given you. âI thought he was going to kill you.â
âMaybe he should have,â Daryl said and your hands froze. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you could see the emotions that were raging in him.
âDarylâŠâ
âHe said not to move, kid,â Daryl said. âI lost it after he killed Abraham. If I hadnât⊠Glenn would still be alive.â
âYou donât know that. We slaughtered that outpost, hell, Iâm surprised he didnât take more people out. I know you and the others think Iâm just some kid but I notice more than you think and I have learned to read people. Negan is⊠I donât think heâs some kind of deranged maniac but heâs ruthless and heâs not going to stop until he feels as if he has all the power again. At least I can see that heâs not willing to kill kids. Guess that means Carl and I are gonna be on the front lines this time,â you finished with an attempt at humor.
âNot funny,â he said.
âDaryl, you and I both know that this isnât going to end without a fight.â
âYou ainât fighting,â Daryl said sternly. You ignored him and began stitching up his wound, careful not to pull too much.
âConsidering the way Rick was looking at Negan before I left, it doesnât look like he had much fight left in him. Someone has to do it.â
âRick has a lot of pressure on his shoulders,â Daryl defended but you just shook your head.
âI watched him tear a manâs throat out with his teeth, Daryl,â you said. âThis was different. I warned you about his pride and how it was going to be his downfall. He just needs to be reminded of the leader he is.â
âSince when are ya so mature?â
âSince I watched the people I love get killed again and again,â you said as you tied off the last stitch.
âYou blame Rick,â Daryl said.
âI blame all of us,â you said, picking up the clean bandages. âWe believed that moron at Hilltop⊠We never should have gone after the Satellite Station, Daryl. We keep doing this, getting involved in fights that arenât ours.â
âWe have to help people,â Daryl said. âItâs what we do.â
âWhy? Why do we have to? Why is it our responsibility? Why canât we just survive like everyone else?â
âSomeone has to be the good guys,â he said, though it didnât sound like he believed it.
âIâm sick of being them,â you admitted, finally sitting back.
âYa really mean that?â Daryl asked as he shrugged his shirt back onto his shoulder. You sat there for a minute before sighing.
âNo,â you whispered. âIâm just sick of the death.â
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Daryl was asleep finally and you became the sole protector.
It was odd, the role reversal. So many times you had been the one hurt and cowering as Daryl protected you. Now, after seeing all the horrors you had since Terminus, your skin was stronger than stone. It was going to take a lot more than a bastard with a bat to break you.
You could hear Darylâs soft snore from the lounge as you scanned the darkness. You stayed there, watching until the soft rumbles of a truck echoed through the night. Ducking down, you watched as a pickup truck drove slowly through the town, a spotlight scanning the empty storefronts.
"Fuck," you whispered. Glancing at the bow by your side, you made a quick decision as the truck came to a stop and three men, Saviors, jumped out.
Sneaking back towards Daryl, you left his bow, loaded, by his side. Taking one last look at him, you slipped your jacket over your shoulders and headed to the second floor. An open window welcomed you near the back exit. Being an avid climber it was easy to maneuver out onto the slanted roof and grab onto the drainage pipe to take you to the ground.
Muffled voices reached your ears as you kept to the shadows. "Spread out, kill the man, take the girl," a man said, a voice you didn't recognize.
"That girl nearly killed Negan," another said.
"We are Negan," the third said. "And we do what he orders. Saviors don't kill kids. Find her." While it was a bold statement, you knew it was false. Hilltop had said, a boy was murdered. None of that fit.
Trying not to overanalyze anything, you focused on the task at hand. Picking up a large rock, you threw it as far as you could. The sound of breaking glass shattered the air and a set of boots took off in that direction.
As the second man went West, you focused on the solo scout who headed towards the abandoned police station. As you got closer, groans reached your ears. Spotting the Walker first, you snuck up behind it and slit its throat with a single slice. The gargling of Dead blood and empty lungs perforated your surroundings but it was enough to call attention to the Savior.
"Ugly motherfucker," the Savior said, not yet spotting you as you stood behind it. As the Savior drew his blade to silently end the creature, you shoved the Walker forward onto the man.
Stunned by the sudden momentum, he cried out as the Walker bit into the face before it. The Saviorâs scream was cut off short as the Walker found its next meal. As soon as the damage was done, you finished off both, making sure to stifle the sounds that would pull your other two targets closer. Dragging both bodies out of sight, you slipped back into the shadows.
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Moving West, you avoided any other Walkers who were wandering.
Not looking to be tracked by the Walker equivalent of breadcrumbs, you made sure to stay hidden for the most part. Finally spotting your next target, you began wishing you had grabbed Carlâs gun with his silencer before you had followed after the caravan. Only armed with knives now, you had to make do.
The Savior was looking through a desolate pet shop as you snuck in through a broken window, careful not to make too much noise with the shattered glass.
Picking up a tennis ball that had been neglected, you rolled it towards the aisle the Savior was looking in. Just like a curious golden retriever, the man followed the little ball right into your path. He barely had time to shout a warning before your knife was embedded into his carotid.
His eyes were wide as blood poured onto your hand. Keeping your nerve, you twisted the knife and fully severed the artery. The man fell to his knees as you pulled the blade free. Clutching his throat, he tried to speak but no sound came. âYouâre not going to find him,â you whispered as he fell back and his eyes rolled back into his head.
Quickly, you shoved your blade into his brain before grabbing his weapon. It wasnât silenced but it would have to do if it came down to a firefight. Turning back towards the main street, you ran from the store in hopes of catching the final Savior before he sounded the alarm.
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The truck was still there but its driver was nowhere to be seen.
Noticing the keys were still in the ignition, you rolled your eyes. Pocketing them, you waited in the cab, hoping the final man would return soon.
Fatigue was starting to set in as you waited and you began to think of when the last time you slept was. Before the turn, you had imagined your teen years to be full of parties and late nights studying for tests in high school. You did not envision you would be waiting in the dark of a truck, ready to get more blood on your hands.
Unlike Carl, it hadnât been at the prison when you first killed someone. It had been before you had even met Daryl. Before you wandered onto the Greene farm and Daryl and Carol had found you, you had been traveling with your aunt and uncle when bandits had attacked you and killed both before turning their sights on you. Not knowing how to use a gun, only ever seeing your uncle use it and of course, in films, you blindly fired and killed one and then the other. The third, who was just a teenager, had runoff.
After that, you felt ashamed at how you didnât feel bad about doing it. Shane had explained that it was okay because you did it out of self-defense and Daryl and Maggie had agreed.
Now, as fresh blood joined the flaking blood on your hands, you tried to rationalize that what you were doing now was in defense of another. If the Saviors got Daryl back or killed him, you would not have been able to handle it.
âFocus,â you whispered to yourself. âHandle this and get back to Daryl. He needs you.â
It didnât take long for the man to return. The man was speaking into his radio and it had never occurred to you to take the other walkies off the other bodies. However, now you knew you werenât leaving without this one. If Rick wanted to fight and you were hoping that he was, then having a Saviorâs radio, attuned to Neganâs base of operations would be a great start to gather intel.
Angling yourself in the front seat, you waited for him to open the door. Steadying your hand, you took a deep breath in, leveled the stolen gun, and just as the driverâs side door pulled open and the overhead light clicked on, you fired one bullet, hitting the man in the head.
Surprised by your own accuracy, you shuffled out of the cab, grabbed the radio, and shoved the body underneath the car. You waited then, for either more Walkers or the cavalry but when none came, you ran back to the library, hoping the shot didnât wake Daryl. You werenât in the mood for a lecture.
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âAre ya really that reckless?â Daryl said as soon as you snuck back into the library.
âI donât know what you're talking about,â you said, nonchalantly.
âBullshit, I can practically smell all the blood on you,â he said, folding his arms. His bow was still by his side and after the small amount of rest, he was clearly not in the mood for your aloofness.
âI told you I would protect you,â you said as you moved to your pack and grabbed the discarded canteen, and poured some water on your hands in hopes of ridding yourself of the sick smell of iron. "Now, we need to figure out what to do," you said.
"We need to get home," he argued.
"We're going to Hilltop," you said. "They'll be looking for you at Alexandria and you know it."
"Both of us," he pointed out with a slight glare.
"Negan doesn't scare me," you said to him.
"He should."
"We've seen worse," you countered.
"You're too young for all this shit," he said, running a hand through his hair.
"So you've said before," you reminded him.
"(Y/N)..."
"If you're about to say that I need to distance myself from you. You'd be a moron. I'm not leaving you. If you donât like it, any of it, then you never should have taught me to fight.â
âThatâs right, I taught you to fight, not to kill,â he argued. Throwing the water bottle down, you turned on him.
âWhat is this about? Iâve seen you kill people. Iâve seen you do worse than taking a few people out to protect someone in our family. What is actually going on here and donât say that itâs because youâre feeling guilty. It's more than that.â
âEver think I donât like seeing you like this," he gestured to your bloody clothes. "Do ya think I want ya to become someone like Negan? Ya act like taking a life ainât that big of a deal!â
âWill you stop shouting,â you hissed, moving closer to him. âDaryl, I did what I had to. I am so sorry that you think you are the only one who is allowed to cross lines to protect us. I think you forget all the times we have had to save you.â
âThatâs not fair.â
âNo, whatâs not fair is you getting mad at me for saving your life. Do you not realize how much you mean to me? I lost my parents before the turn and then my aunt and uncle and I had nobody. Nobody until you found me in that field. You are the closest thing I have to a father, Daryl and I donât care what I have to do to make sure I don't lose another parent. I canât handle it, okay? Please, just let me protect you for once!"
The emotions were taking you over then and it was hard to control them. âI donât mean to cry and all that,â you said, sniffing back the tears, âbut you canât expect me to just sit back and do nothing when people keep trying to take you away from me.â
Darylâs stern look dissipated then and it made you feel a bit worse. Wiping at the tears on your face, you turned away from him. Soon, you felt his arms around you as he pulled you into his chest just as he had earlier.
âIâm sorry,â he said. âYouâre right, you were just tryinâ to help. Okay, I ainât mad.â
âDoesnât sound like it,â you said into his chest.
âI just worry about ya,â he said. âYa know why?â Shaking your head, he tightened his hold. âCause I see ya as my kid, too and I would do anythinâ to keep ya safe. I guess I gotta accept youâre going to do the same." Stepping back, he wiped the tears off your cheeks. âJust no more sneaking out, alright?â
âAlright,â you agreed. "Daryl, just know you don't have to carry it all. You can share your burden."
"I thought I was the parent here," he said.
"Family works both ways."
"Yes it does," he said.
Then with a bit more of a smile, you produced the keys you had stolen from the car. âI got us a ride cause you're still stuck with me."
"You're so stubborn," he said.
"I got it from you," you said with a gesture to the street. "You're going to have to drive."
"Right, no need to almost die twice in twenty-four hours," he said and you offered him a small smile. Daryl then took your hand in his as he gathered your pack. "I ain't leavin' you. You're stuck with me, too. I got you, kid,â he said. "And thanks for cominâ to get me.â You looked up at him and nodded.
âAlways.â
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Donât Mess With The Queen
Characters: Klaus Mikaelson x Hybrid!Reader
Word count: ~1.7k
Warnings: none
Request by anonymous: Could u do a imagine where the reader is friends with the mystic falls gang and is a werewolf and finds out that she and klaus r mates?
Summary: People who you want to call your friends are planning on killing the love of your life. Itâs your job to show them whoâs really the boss.
Authorâs Note:Â This is a female!reader. I did change this request a tad, but I hope you like it! I havenât written for TVD in a while now, so please bear with me on this. After asking a few people, I have decided to end this on a fluffy note. I did write an angsty alternate ending, but I donât know if the anon who requested wanted that or not.
No one knows why youâre really here. They all think youâre their friend, so they feel comfortable disclosing their plan right in front of you. You want to be friends with them because they seem like genuinely nice people, but they are so fueled by rage and revenge that theyâll do anything to get it⊠even plotting against your mate, your sire, the love of your life.
Stefan and Damon have spent their entire life fighting each other and putting their noses in places where it doesnât belong. Elena and Caroline have always been the people who want to fix others, to make them better even if there is nothing wrong with them. Bonnie is always stuck in the middle of everyoneâs problems, putting herself and others in danger for no reason.
âSo, whatâs the plan here?â Elena asks, taking out the last bit of weapons she has stashed in the Boarding House.
âFirst thing we need to do is pick a location. When is Klaus most vulnerable?â Stefan asks.
âYeah, the last time we did that, Elijah betrayed us. That moonrock or whatever was our only chance to get him at his weakest.â
âYou were one of Klausâ bitches. What do you think?â Damon asks and turns to you.
âWhat?â you ask, pulling back from your own thoughts.
âYou spent over two years sired to him before Tyler saved you. You must know things that can help here,â Elena says.
What she says is true. You were sired to Klaus for two years, but not in the way they believe. You were sired to him in the beginning when you were first turned by Klausâ mother. You were a werewolf that was in the same village as Klaus and his family. You two became fast friends, always leaning on each other whenever his abusive father and your abusive mother decided to make you two their toys.
Everything was going fine until one of your own decided to kill the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. There was a family friend of Esther, Tatia, that she used her blood in a spell that would make them the Original vampires. Klaus wanted you to have the same thing, so without his parents knowing, he gave you some of that wine. You were the first-ever turned hybrid that came from a spell.
You and Klaus have spent every moment together ever since. What the gang of Mystic Falls doesnât know is just how old you are. They think you were just another hybrid that he made with Elenaâs blood, stuck with him against your will. Tyler found your pack in the mountains and proceeded to unsire every single one of Klausâ hybrids. When Tyler got to you, thatâs when you started to catch onto what he was doing.
If Tyler wanted to desperately to save you, then you were going to act like you wanted to be saved. You came to Mystic Falls and befriended the vampires in the town. Now, they all think that you hate Klaus as much as they do when really, youâre just as in love with him as you were when you first met him.
âHe really liked hiding out in the woods, though, theyâre usually on werewolf territory, so good luck trying to get there. Itâs probably why you can never find him. The werewolves will get to you before he does. He hears chatter in the wind and he moves to another pack site.â
âThatâs smart,â Caroline comments.
âYeah, so youâre not going to find him there.â
âGuys, we need to figure out something, or else more people are going to get hurt,â Elena says. Sometimes, you really want to kill her so you donât have to hear her speak. âKlaus needs to die.â
Hearing them talk about killing the love of your life enrages you a little bit. You could take every single person in here without breaking a sweat, but you donât turn to violence just yet. You take out your phone to let Klaus know exactly what theyâre planning. Youâd be a bad girlfriend if you let them attack without warning him.
Theyâre planning on killing you, my love.
Itâs cute if they think they can.
They seem hell-bent on figuring it out.
Iâm not afraid of them if thatâs what youâre worried about. They canât hurt me even with their best player.
Iâm worried someone is going to get very hurt. What should I tell them?
Tell them where I am. Let them come. If itâs a war they want, Iâm only happy to provide.
Are you sure?
Iâm always sure, love.
You put your phone away and look at the small group, getting up to join the elite circle.
âI do know where Klaus lives.â
âThat would have been nice to know a little earlier, donât you think?â Damon sneers.
âDamon, donât,â Stefan butts in. âWhere is he?â
âNew Orleans. That place is crawling with witches and vampires, but he and his family are stationed there.â
âHow do you know this?â
âBecause he took me there once. The witches will know once you arrive, but most of them are scared of Klaus anyway that theyâll help you blend in. Everyone from that town knows the Mikaelsons are royalty, but their castle doesnât have a lot of guards protecting it. If you want to get to him, thatâs where you want to do it.â
âHow do you know all of this? This seems awfully suspicious for someone who isnât sired to him anymore.â
âHe still thinks I am. Heâll call me every day and ask for something. He figures if he has a hybrid in another state that I can do his dirty work for him elsewhere. You want to get Klaus? Thatâs how youâre going to do it.â
âShe does have a point. Better to take this fight to his turf than ours. Heâs more comfortable there,â Stefan points out.
Now that they know a location, it didnât take long for them to come up with a plan of attack. Of course, you told everything to Klaus as soon as you were on the plane to get to New Orleans. He told you not to worry about a thing because heâll plan a little something for their arrival.
No one messes with the King and his Queen.
When you land in New Orleans, the gang is eager to carry out their plan of attack. Just like you said, the town is crawling with witches who sense you the minute you landed. Every single witch knows you by heart, so theyâre confused why youâre with them and not with Klaus. Your love must have only told them the basic information instead of what was really going on.
âOkay, where is this son of a bitch?â Damon asks.
âThe French Quarter is where he likes to hang out. Youâll want to start there. Caroline and Elena will blend in more since theyâve never been here, but you two might stick out like a sore thumb. Just be prepared. If anything, I know these guys so let me do the talking.â You pause right in front of the group and turn to Bonnie. âAnd Bonnie? These guys know youâre a Bennett witch. Try not to do magic unless absolutely necessary. Klaus has a thing with witches.â
You lead the group into the French Quarter while keeping your head down to avoid conflict. The group follows your lead until you reach the middle of the place you call home.
âStay here,â you say and leave the group on your own.
You approach the small bar within the Quarter, and lean over the counter a tad, looking at the bartender.
âIs Klaus here?â
âIâm right here,â you hear your loverâs voice. You and the Mystic Falls gang turn to see him standing in one of the many doorways that enter the French Quarter. âI hear youâre looking for me?â
âWhere in the world did you hear that?â Damon asks, giving you a side glare. You step away from the group and speed over to Klaus, standing just a tad behind him. He smirks and doesnât break eye contact with the older brother. âTraitor.â
âIt isnât a betrayal if I was never on your side to begin with,â you state.
âWhat are you doing? Youâre not sired to him anymore,â Stefan tries to appeal to you.
âMy sire bond wore off in the tenth century. Iâm a lot older than you think I am. I really did want to be your friend, but youâre all so driven by rage and revenge that you canât leave us alone until weâre fixed to the standards set by you. Next time you plan to kill someone, you should think twice about who you let into your home.â
âWe should get going,â Elena whispers.
âAlways the level-headed one, Elena. Too bad you canât,â Klaus grins.
Stefan and Damon try to leave using their vampire speed, but they are blocked by the spell put there from the witches in this town. Itâs like a big spell to trap the four vampires and the one witch inside. Caroline steps into the sun and immediately screams in pain, seeking the shade to calm her burning skin.
âMy daylight ring isnât working.â
âYes, youâre all trapped here. For how long is still yet to be determined. Welcome to the French Quarter ladies and gentlemen,â Klaus chuckles.
âI canât use my magic,â Bonnie panics.
âThe next time you even think about going after Klaus, I wonât be so nice,â you say.
Klaus wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, whispering something into your ear.
âPardon us, we have other business to tend to.â
Klaus leads you away from the group, and only when you two are alone, does he turn you so that youâre facing him.
âYou can relax, Klaus, no one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I am alive.â
âI can take care of myself, love,â he chuckles.
âYeah, but isnât it better when I do it?â
âTenfold.â
âAlways and forever, my love,â you whisper.
You lean in and press your lips to his, showing him just how much you love him.
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