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monzamash · 7 months

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tears and scraped knees — daniel ricciardo

fatherhood is about learning the art of letting go. dad!daniel ricciardo x you | 2k warnings – cute shit, mentions of injuries and swearing. masterlist

She was the light of his life the moment she entered it, screaming the house down and crying her lungs out. Pure love personified. She was the apple of his eye, the most precious gift he had ever been given and simultaneously the reason for the grey hair speckling his dark curls; the ones identical to hers. Like him, she was a firecracker, the joker, and the life of the party everywhere she went; smile bright, eyes warm. A rich chestnut brown, flecked with yellow, charming and stunning just like his.

To Daniel, she was your little twin. Your beauty was reflected in her in different ways – in her long locks and dark sense of humour, her tenacity and moral compass. She was strong like you, stoic in her beliefs and confident in her skin.

Smart, magnetic, a bit book-ish like you.

Sporty, energetic and kind like him.

Looking at your daughter was a daily reminder that he was half him and half you – a beautiful symbol of your love, your miracle.

“How ya doin’ back there kiddo?”

“Fine,” She mumbled under her breath, eyes focused on the perfect distraction from the morning ahead – her phone.

You and Daniel shared a knowing glance; traffic building at the lights as you waited for the signal. There was no doubt in your mind that your daughter was saving herself from a stirring speech by bottling up her feelings. Her father was basically a glorified inspirational speaker in his retirement and she had been on the receiving end of too many over the years – each one cheesier than the last, she would confess to you whenever he was out of ear shot.

“Does Dad realise that I’m not one of his rookie drivers? Like, I know what I need to do to win.”

Strong in her convictions, just like him. A carbon copy.

“Remember to keep your elbows out today, especially around that Maddy girl. I know her dad and I reckon she’s dirty like him so watch her at the sta – ouch.”

Your fingernails digging into his forearm cut off Daniel’s spiel, his eyebrows furrowed and silently asking, ‘what the fuck was that for’.

“Just have fun out there, sweetheart,” You interrupted, saving your daughter from her father’s pep-talk, “Keep your elbows tucked in, shoulders with the part like you were taught.”

Daniel sighed and turned his attention back to the busy streets of Fremantle, weaving his way through the traffic like he was back in Monaco, living out the glory days. He was the first to admit that he was living vicariously through her and passionate about what the world had in store for his not-so-little girl. He saw so much of himself in her now, sixteen and on the cusp of what could be.

But you saw things differently to him. Her path wasn’t paved so clearly in your eyes and you made sure that she remained open to whatever life had to bring. She had it all in front of her; possibilities endless with opportunity and success but that didn’t have to be racing. Your dreams for her weren’t as rigid as Daniel’s; his plan to move the family back to the UK had been vetoed by you when your daughter came to you in tears, begging to stay in school and graduate with her friends.

“But babe, those friends don’t last. It’s all just in the moment when this could be her chance at getting her foot in the door,” He argued until he was red in the face.

“Says the guy who just had Blake and his wife around last week for dinner? Come on, Dan – it’s only a year away.”

“Realistically we should’ve moved when she showed an interest in bikes…” He grumbled, frustration simmering behind his closed eyes.

“What? When she was four? Baby, she’s only sixteen but still, she has her dreams set on riding and when the time is right, we will do everything we can to help her make that a reality…”

Your voice was soft; calming as you rounded the dining table and nestled into the open arms of your husband, “Just let her take the lead.”

Daniel dropped his head onto the top of yours and sighed, “You’re right.”

“I almost always am.”

That wasn’t the last conversation you and your husband had about Joey’s future, her grandfather and namesake chiming in with what he thought was the best thing for her budding career. She was the pride and joy of the whole family; everyone saw her talent from a young age but that kind of pressure had to be managed and that had become your life’s work. Her youth had been so hyper focussed on honing her craft that sometimes you felt like she had lost her childhood to the trials and tribulations of racing.

So you put your foot down where you could; namely saving your daughter from having to sit through another car ride hearing all about her dad’s accomplishments and mistakes – hoping she would learn from him but you both knew better than that. She was so young and so ready to make her own mistakes to learn from, like it should be.

She was stronger than both you ever were – a perfect amalgamation of your love.

One of hardest part about race day for Daniel was taking a step back. Of course everyone knew who Joey’s dad was and of course she copped shit for it. Your dad’s a flog and the only reason you’re here is because of him, had been a couple of the unsavoury post-race reports your daughter eventually confessed to you – teary eyed while she begged for you not to tell Daniel but you did because if anyone knew the power of harnessing negative energy, it was your husband.

But the hardest part of all for Daniel was controlling his emotions. He had Italian blood coursing through his veins after all, passionate and fiercely protective of both his girls. Once Joey came along, you knew the papa bear within that had been lying dormant would arise and alas, you were right. All of those crazy nights in bars all around the world, fighting off sleazy men had prepared him to be a girl-dad.

That side to him was glorious to you, endlessly sexy and usually rendered you useless when he decided to bust out the dad moves but to his teenage daughter, he was a total embarrassment.

“Racing under number 33 is Joey James Ricciardo.”

“Give ‘em hell, JJ!”

Daniel’s loud woo echoed through the small crowd, heads turning in your direction including your daughters and you could sense her scowl under the helmet – mortified.

“Daniel,” You scolded, smacking your husband gently, “She’ll kill us both.”

“I know I know,” He grimaced, “Fuck, I’m sorry – I can’t help it... That’s our baby girl out there.”

The image of your daughter, barely two years old, always flashed in your memory when he said things like that. It reminded you of the weeks spent teaching her how to walk. She was so small but so tenacious and you could see that same proud glimmer in Daniel’s eyes now as he did watching her take her first steps. It was mixed with the same wash of fear he had when he let go of her bike seat down that old gravelled road for the first time, praying to god she didn’t hurt herself and end up with tears and scraped knees.

And sure, that happened. Many Band-Aids and tubes of antiseptic were applied to her bloodied elbows and knees but she was a kid after all, feeling every bump in the road until she found her strengths and soared above the rest. She was as quick as a whip and even faster on track – destined to be her own hero but always inspired by her first.

“I’m gonna be sick,” Daniel mumbled as the two of you waited for the race to begin, his foot tapping on the dead grass and nails already chewed down to the skin.

His white cap was still pulled down, disguised as a promise to his daughter who wanted him to just blend in. Wishful thinking. But there was a time that she didn’t want him to come to her meets, insisting that her life would be so much easier if her dad wasn’t ‘the Daniel Ricciardo’ but you couldn’t buckle on that one.

“Your dad is a strong man but that would kill him, J.”

“But he yells out and brags to all the parents about me and the other kids bully me for it… He doesn’t understand how hard it is being a Ricciardo.”

“Hey,” Daniel’s soft voice startled you both, heads flying towards your daughter’s bedroom door, “If that’s what you want, honey I can stay home.”

She sighed heavily and clutched the lilac pillow on her lap, “I want you there, Dad but people are so mean to me and I just want to be normal for once.”

The mattress dipped as Daniel sat down beside you and reached out for his daughters hands, “You can be anyone you want to be, darlin’ – just say the word and we’ll make it happen. We can be normal… or try to be normal.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at your husband and give him a teasing nudge, “Try being the operative word.”

Daniel smiled and shrugged, “I’ll even wear a disguise. How about that?”

And here you were, hidden behind a couple of gum trees watching your daughter flying through the air and making her fathers hair greyer with every passing second. She was a force to be reckoned with and karmic retribution for all the years you spent white knuckling in garages across the globe.

“Now you know how I felt back when you were racing. Karma is a bitch, my love.”

“Maybe encouraging her to do this was a bad idea after all…” Daniel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with his shaky fingers as you slid an arm around his waist and pulled him close.

“This is sleepover camp all over again. You have to learn how to somehow let her go and spread her wings. That’s all she ever says to me, you know? I wanna be like dad – not afraid, free.”

“I didn’t even realise she felt like that…”

You softly smiled at your husband and pressed a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek, “Don’t tell her I told you.”

my hope for this little story is to build a cute world around it. i have a really nice outline for another part of this story so let me know if that's something you would like. and thank you to @vetteltea for her supportive nudge to post this x

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dicknouget · 4 days

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Twins Au: The Revelation

Presenting my addition to @pilot-boi's Twins AU. This was a section that they already wrote about but I wanted to turn it into a full piece.

Enjoy!

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There it was again. The faint sting that haunted her since childhood. This time it was on the left side of her face, across her cheekbone. Along with the pain, Yang felt a slight anger build up inside.

Why? Why was she angry?

Was it because of this phantom pain that’s followed her for all these years? Or was this even anger, was it just frustration?

Leaving the Public Relations elective, she chose at the recommendation of Professor Goodwitch and her team, Yang made her away, alongside her partner, Blake Belladonna, to the cafeteria. While it was a useful class, and one that she had openly admitted to needing, one con she faced daily was the journey across the Beacon campus to the lunchroom. Mentally she was praying that Ruby, or their sister team, JNPR had found a place for both teams to enjoy their food.

“-ng. Yang.”

Yang snapped out of a daze she didn’t even realize she was in. She turned and saw Blake with a concerned expression.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah.” Yang replied, rubbing her cheek. “That stinging pain came back.”

“Ruby mentioned that it’s been with you a while, is it related to your semblance?”

“I doubt it,” Yang sighed, looking forward again. “I’ve felt it even BEFORE dad unlocked my aura. Originally, I thought it was growing pains, but now it HAS to be something else.”

The pair rounded a corner into the main hallway of Beacon. Students were still flowing out of classrooms, signalling to the pair that they still had time before the lunch line closed.

“You might want to consider checking in with Beacon’s aura specialist.” Blake suggested. “Like you said, you had this before you had your aura unlocked. It isn’t that far-fetched to say that those were actual growing pains. This could be something related to your aura or even your semblance.”

“How could this be attached to my semblance?”

“I’d recommend going to the specialist to get a better understanding, but from what I remember, semblances can evolve, by either adding onto or changing how they behave.”

Yang stayed silent, considering that option. It never crossed her mind that it could actually be aura or semblance related. Anytime it was mentioned, it was dismissed due to the pains she felt when she was aura less.

Yang winced again. The pain struck her right hip. Determination was soon mixed in with the previous frustration.

“There it is again,” Yang shot out. “It’s like I’m getting slammed in a brawl.”

“Do you want to head to the infirmary? I could grab you some food?”

“I might go after lunch. The pains don’t usually last long anyway.”

The two were closing in on the entrance to the Beacon cafeteria, when they started to hear a roar and saw other students rush in. The pair looked at each other and followed suit.

Pushing through the crowd, Yang spotted Ruby, and vaguely heard her yell something towards the spectacle. Making her way over she saw what, or rather who, was at the center of attention.

It was Jaune and Cardin.

Of course it was. Conflict followed those two like bad luck to her uncle.

Off to the side of the semi-circle sat the rabbit faunus that Cardin and his lackey’s routinely tormented, Velvet, Yang remembered.

“Vomit boy finally snapped huh?” Yang asked her sister.

“Yeah, although Cardin’s landed a couple hits on Jaune.” Ruby answered, before cupping her hands around her mouth. “KICK HIS BUTT JAUNE!”

“ARC YOU BETTER NOT LOSE!”, came an authoritative voice from beside Ruby. Yang looked over her sister, and saw the Ice Queen herself, hands acting as a megaphone around her own mouth.

Noticing the new arrivals, she dropped her hands, and turned to face them.

“Just because I keep rejecting him, doesn’t mean I want him to lose. Especially to Cardin of all people.”

“What ever you say Weiss.”

Weiss stomped and pouted, causing the blonde to snicker. Yang was pulled from her laughter when Ruby grabbed her and pointed back at the brawl.

“Yang… Look at Jaune.” Came an almost whisper from her sister, as Yang followed her gesture.

Taking a proper gaze at Jaune it was plain to see he was getting his ass handed to him, and someone, either from his team or outside, would need to help him. But that’s not what caught her attention, nor was it what caused the siblings to freeze.

Jaune’s face was bruised, and by the looks of it, Cardin landed a hit on the left side of Jaune's face, judging by the discolouration. Yang raised her hand to touch her cheekbone and pressed on it. The knight winced and Yang pulled away, before following Ruby’s finger and the air escaped her lungs.

It was his eyes.

The ocean blue eyes that both teams were used to, were no longer there.

They were filled with determination, rage, and confusion. Confused as to how someone could hate another based off their race, especially at an institution where they were learning to fight creatures of darkness. Rage at the injustice performed against a classmate and a soon to be comrade in arms. Determination to live up to his family’s heroic legacy, and end the injustice brought on by a fellow classmate.

The ocean blue eyes of Jaune’s kindness, dorkiness, and goofball appearance was replaced by those of fiery passion, to aid in his ability to fight for what’s right.

His eyes…

His... eyes…

His... eyes...

Had turned red.

Not just any red.

HER red. The red of a Branwen.

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cinnamongorll · 4 months

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a fragile line - chapter 12

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.

Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Word count: 6k

Chapter 12: 'The Night We Met'

Juliet’s POV

Their food ran out that morning.

Juliet sat huddled under a tree in the small patch of forest within the town they currently passed through, her teeth almost cracking as she bit into her remaining piece of jerky. She cringed as it slid down her throat, then swallowed some water and moved to stand, eager to continue their journey.

She was brushing the dirt off of her trousers when a ziploc bag suddenly hit her torso and dropped to her feet. Juliet’s eyes shot up to Joel who stood against the tree opposite her, his hand still outstretched from his throw. Her eyebrows shot up and she reached down to pick up her gift. It was the last piece of Joel’s jerky.

Juliet’s hand curled around the food like it was a piece of precious metal. “Thanks,” she whispered, still too shocked by Joel’s action to find other words. He just grunted in response and turned away from her. Juliet savoured the food this time, thankful for Joel’s curious gesture of kindness.

Later, as the chilly morning transformed into the heavy heat of late afternoon, they made their way through the middle of town, hugging the sides of buildings they passed, fearful of any watchful eyes. Joel led the way, always a few steps ahead of her, no less and no more. He was careful to keep his distance while always making sure she remained close behind. It was maddening. Since the run in with Blake and his lackeys at the gas station a few days ago, Joel’s walls had shot straight back up again, not that they had ever faltered really.

He refused to meet her eyes, always darting away from her intentional gaze. He was mad at her, Juliet was sure of it, he was unbelievably angry for the situation she got them in. Juliet had seen it in his eyes when he wiped that tear from her face, as if he was disgusted by her guilt. Now he couldn’t even look at her.

Juliet reached her fingers up to her cheek. She could still feel the warm brush of Joel’s careful touch.

She winced.

Juliet was always running from her past, it made sense that another part of it would catch up with her. Her time with Blake was torture, but necessary. She wouldn’t have made it across the country alone, she needed a group, a leader to clear the way. Juliet was barely a person three years ago when Blake had found her under that tree. The memory made her stumble, tripping on a cracked piece of pavement. Joel’s head turned so fast he didn’t have time to avoid her eyes. He blinked and looked away, his steps quickening.

Juliet had spent the past couple days going over and over the events at the gas station. Guilt, anger and embarrassment swirled around inside her, a tornado churning in her gut. Her own bad luck and poor decision making forced Blake back into her life, for however brief a moment. Bile rose in her throat when she thought about how he had touched her in front of Joel, his fingers trailing memories down her shivering body. Joel must be so disgusted by her. He was probably sickened by the revelation of what she had done, what she had given, to get to Boston in the first place.

Juliet didn’t even know why she cared, it’s not like Joel had to like her, or even respect her, to get her to her father. But it hurt, something inside her seized up at the thought of his judgement and the knowledge of his repulsion.

Juliet stared down at her feet, her shame falling over her like a dark veil.

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“Uh, Joel?” Juliet called, her steps slowing as she looked up at the sky where dark grey clouds descended upon the town. They were on the outskirts now, shops and houses had slowly descended into deep patches of forest with minimal properties.

Joel turned around to face her, stopping in the middle of the muddy path they crossed as he followed Juliet’s gaze to the storm clouds moving across the sky, dimming the light around them. Joel grunted at the sight.

“We’ll keep movin’, don’t think it’ll come to much,” Joel decided as tilted his eyes back down to his feet and fiddled with the strap of his bag. Juliet was unconvinced, but she shrugged and motioned with her hand for Joel to continue his rigorous stride.

Minutes later, the dark clouds had fully eclipsed any remaining light in the sky and Juliet felt the first drop of cold rain fall onto her head. The feeling instantly transported her body back to the night at the gas station, her clothes soaked through with the pouring rain while her skin had never felt hotter. Juliet shuddered.

Another drop hit her head, then another, then the whole sky opened and rained down upon them. They staggered to a stop, mud already caking their boots. Joel cursed under his breath, his head moving to scan the path they walked, looking for any place they could take shelter.

Joel began to jog towards a signpost at the end of their path, muddy water splashed against Juliet’s trousers as she followed. When they approached, Juliet used her hand to shield her eyes from the rain as she attempted to read the faded letters.

“Highschool,” Joel shouted over the sound of the rain. “A mile that way,” he added, pointing to the road on their left. Juliet nodded and braced herself to run, they had to get out of this rain before it got any worse. She could already hear thunder echoing in the distance.

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When they approached the high school, Juliet stumbled to a stop, her mouth dropping open despite the rain rolling down her face. She had never seen a high school in real life before, only ever experiencing it through the old movies her and Ethan secretly watched. Joel’s steps pounded behind her as he approached her frozen form.

“What are you doin?” Joel bellowed, his hair was soaked, parts of it sticking to his damp forehead. His eyes blazed as he stared down at her, frantic and confused as he struggled to catch his breath.

“It’s just like Scream!” Juliet explained, raising her voice over the pouring rain, still staring at the towering building they stood in front of.

“What?” Joel called over another crash of thunder, he was getting impatient now, not understanding why Juliet was so transfixed.

Juliet turned to him, blinking the rain off of her eyelashes. “Woodsboro High! It looks just like it,” she laughed, a look of pure amazement radiating from her face as her arm pointed towards the school.

Surprise flickered across Joel’s features and for a brief moment his eyes softened as he met Juliet’s warm gaze. Lighting cracked in the distance and they blinked, severing the connection. Joel’s eyes were stone again.

“Don’t care what it looks like, we need to move,” he grumbled as he stepped in front of her and started jogging up the steps towards the school.

Juliet’s ghost of a smile faded.

When Joel reached the stop of the stairs he immediately moved towards the front doors, the wood had decayed badly, leaving severe cracks down the middle of the double doors. Joel’s hands gripped the handles and pushed hard. The doors opened and a cloud of dust poured out towards them before it was swallowed by the brutal downfall of rain. Joel stared down the dark hallway beyond the doors then swung his backpack around and took out his torch, banging it on his hand to get it started. Juliet copied his movements.

Juliet began to feel a sense of fear settle across her cold skin. The last time she walked into an unknown building, she was ambushed. Juliet dreaded what she might find beyond those double doors. Her hand tightened around her touch and she looked behind her at the forest surrounding the school. The building was quite far out from the town but that didn’t mean they were the only ones to ever find it. Juliet’s eyes darted about the small courtyard, searching for any sign of people through the rain.

Her head whipped back around when a large hand settled on her shoulder and dark eyes captured her gaze. Joel’s brows furrowed as he scanned her face, his hand didn’t leave her shoulder. The heat from his body scorched her skin, Juliet’s eyes fell closed as she inhaled the damp air and exhaled her panic.

Her eyes opened at Joel’s hushed words: “Stay behind me and stay quiet,” he said with a soft voice as he removed his hand from Juliet’s shoulder.

His hand flexed when it settled back against his thigh.

Juliet took one more deep breath then nodded. This time, she was entering an unknown building with Joel by her side. She would be okay.

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They moved silently along the dark hallway, the harsh light from their torches bouncing off every wall. Juliet’s steps slowed every time her torch passed over a poster or a trophy cabinet, her fascination overpowering her fear. She couldn’t believe she was actually walking through the halls of a real high school. It was crumbling and every surface she passed was coated in twenty years worth of dust, but in Juliet’s mind, she had stepped into every 90s highschool movie she had ever watched. She could almost picture Sydney Prescott and Billy Loomis haunting every corner she passed. The storm raging outside was definitely not ideal, but if she had to hold up somewhere for the night, she was thankful to have the halls of a real highschool to explore.

The longer they walked, the safer Juliet felt. Everything was practically untouched, there were some rooms nearer the entrance which were ransacked but the further they moved into the building, the school became a well preserved time capsule. For a moment, as she shined her torch into every room they passed, Juliet forgot why she was there. She forgot that a storm forced them into the school, she forgot why she was even travelling with Joel, she forgot what was waiting for her back home. Juliet allowed herself to be excited, to actually embrace the emotion without guilt. She was in a real high school with real classrooms and real desks and chairs and real pictures of real people. Juliet could almost imagine herself walking these halls with her books tucked against her chest, building up the courage to talk to the cute guy by her locker. Juliet would be too old for high school now but she wished her younger self was able to experience that beautiful normal life she had only seen on a blurry screen in Ethan’s basement. What would have been her favourite subject? What friends would she have had? What clubs would she have been a part of? A sudden rush to inspect every part of the building took over her.

“Joel,” she whispered, her steps quickening to walk beside him. “I think we should split up, you scope out one side of the building, I do the other?” Juliet plotted, keeping her voice serious so Joel didn’t suspect her giddiness.

“Absolutely not,” Joel instantly replied as he continued to stare straight ahead. “We stay together,” he added.

Juliet knew from his tone not to argue, so she rolled her eyes and continued walking.

“Do you think this place will have any food?” she asked after a moment, her stomach rumbling at the thought.

“Maybe,” Joel said. “If we can find the teacher’s lounge, there might still be some cans of stuff,” he continued.

“Teacher’s lounge,” Juliet whispered under her breath, tucking another bit of information about the building away in her mind.

“How will we know once we’ve found it?” she asked, looking up at Joel.

“It’ll have a bunch of sofas, maybe a kitchen,” Joel answered in his usual deep voice as he pointed his torch in another room they passed.

“What about this one?” Juliet wondered as she walked into the room on their left, her torch braced in front of her, illuminating the space.

“Shit, Juliet,” Joel cursed under his breath as he quickened his steps to catch up with her.

“Wow, okay. I don’t see any sofas but look at all this,” she exclaimed, her voice a shocked whisper.

Joel had caught up to her, his body now positioned behind her own as the light from his torch blended with hers and lit up the abundance of instruments surrounding the space.

“Must’ve been a music room,” Joel marvelled while standing so close behind Juliet that she could feel his hot breath on the back of her head. Her body shivered in response.

Juliet walked forward, out of Joel’s orbit, towards the piano at the back of the room. When she reached it, she sat down on the bench and tapped a couple random keys. It was horribly out of tune, of course. Juliet looked back at Joel who was now scanning the room with his torch, searching for any signs of trouble. Juliet wasn’t worried about anyone hearing them anymore, they had cleared enough of the building to calm her nerves and the sound of the storm roaring outside would mask their voices if anyone actually lurked in this school with them. Feeling emboldened by this realisation and the continuing thrill of being trapped inside a high school, Juliet made another attempt at testing Joel’s capacity for conversation.

“Did you go to a high school?” Juliet asked, while tapping another couple keys with her pointer finger.

Juliet could feel Joel’s eyes on her, his mind was most likely going back and forth on whether to answer. She remembered his words in that dark shop a few weeks ago: “we keep our histories to ourselves.” Juliet bit her lip as she waited for Joel to make his decision.

“Yeah,” he finally responded, then looked away towards the collection of guitars that sat against the far wall. “Mostly everyone did,” he added.

Juliet nodded, desperate to know more.

“What was it like? Did you have a favourite subject?” Juliet asked, the questions rushing from her in a single breath as her eyes locked on Joel’s back.

Joel turned around to face her, giving her a once over before he moved back around to shine his torch on the guitars. His expression would have looked murderous to anyone who hadn’t spent a significant amount of time analysing the subtle changes in his hard features. Joel had looked at her with a curious expression, where the hard set of his jaw indicated more shock than anger.

He waited a moment before replying, as though he was carefully considering each word of his answer.

“Was busy,” he started as he reached his free hand out to hover over the head of the guitar. “And loud.”

“Didn’t have a favourite subject,” Joel finished after a moment, his voice becoming softer. His fingers now brushed against the strings of the guitar, emitting a soft sound into the still air.

“Music,” Juliet breathed. “Music was your favourite.”

Joel stilled, his fingers frozen against the guitar strings as his head dipped to stare at his feet. He stood there in complete silence for several long seconds before he quickly turned around, his hand falling from the guitar as he walked towards Juliet, his torch facing the ground.

“Yeah,” he said as he reached the piano and stared down at her. “Guess it was.” His voice was so low and quiet, the sound caused a shiver to glide across Juliet’s arms, under her jacket.

Joel reached out his hand and gripped the corner of the piano, the weight of his grip and the white of his knuckles told Juliet that he was using the piano to stabilise himself. Or hold himself back.

Joel’s eyes didn’t leave Juliet’s face as she built up the courage to meet his gaze. His stare was heavy, intimate, exposed. Juliet’s question had stripped back a layer of Joel’s emotional defence and his answer had created a visible crack in his armour. A slow breath escaped Juliet’s lips.

“Do you play?” Juliet inquired, experimenting with Joel’s shaken defences, as her eyes left his face for a brief moment to gesture towards the guitars. When she looked back, she immediately found his dark gaze again. He was magnetic, Juliet was lost in Joel’s orbit again.

Joel didn’t pause this time, his chin instantly dipped in response.

“Do you?” he murmured as his eyes trailed down Juliet’s neck, along her arm and down to her trembling fingers still hovering over the piano keys.

She nodded, “A little.”

“Who taught you?” Joel questioned, his stare still latched onto her hands.

The question struck Juliet like a blow to the chest. That rotten feeling in her stomach started to simmer, churning Juliet’s memories around. She swallowed, hard, the lump in her throat joining the mess in her gut.

“My father,” she replied with a wince.

Joel’s eyes flew up to meet Juliet’s and he squinted slightly, his eyebrows dipping when he noticed the expression on her face. Her features were tight, gripped by a painful reminder of her father’s pounding voice in her head and the blaze of pain across her knuckles every time she missed a note. Juliet squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her free hand, resting it on her lap, against the cold metal of her torch.

“Sorry, bout’ your dad,” Joel murmured.

Juliet’s eyes flashed open, meeting his curious gaze. Confusion pulsed through her body for several seconds before she remembered the lie she had told Joel: that her father was sick and that’s why she had to return home. Juliet released a heavy breath and transformed her expression into a startled sadness, then looked down at her hands so she didn’t have to meet Joel’s eyes again and see the concern that now radiated from his dark gaze.

“Thanks,” Juliet whispered, then she stood up, wiping her hands on her trousers, severing the connection between her and Joel.

“Hey, I think I see a kitchen over there. I’ll go check it out,” Juliet croaked out, injecting as much energy into her tone as she could and pointing her torch towards the doors across the room.

Juliet took off towards them, not waiting for Joel’s permission. Her eyes burned as tears threatened to blur her vision. Juliet shook her head, what the hell just happened? Joel had gone from refusing to meet her eyes for the past two days to standing so close to her that she could smell the rain dampening his clothes as he gripped her within his merciless stare.

“Don’t go where I can’t see you,” Joel called after her. Juliet just threw up a thumbs up before she swung open the wooden doors and entered the adjoining room. There was a fridge in front of her and some cupboards, and when she turned to the side Juliet realised that the room stretched far beyond the small kitchen area, with at least a dozen sofas dotted about. It looked like the teacher’s lounge Joel had mentioned, the music room must have been one of the entrances into it.

Juliet went to the cupboards first, opening the doors, searching for anything resembling food. No luck.

She sighed and gripped the edge of the counter to pull herself up, her knees stiff from all the walking over the past couple days. God, she missed that truck.

Juliet gripped her torch tighter as she shined its bright light further into the room, her steps quiet as she weaved her way through the sofas and metal chairs, searching for more cupboards. Juliet thought she spotted one in the far corner so her steps quickened, hope filling her chest. When she reached the middle of the room, her foot snagged on the corner of a rug and she tripped. Her free hand flew towards the back of the nearest couch, stabilising herself. Juliet’s breaths were fast and rough, her heartbeat hammered against her chest as she looked down at what tripped her. The rug was folded over, revealing a square with a small hole along the edge closest to her. Juliet wiped her hand over her sweaty forehead and bent down before it, inspecting the strange piece of dark wood contrasting against the linoleum floor.

It looked like a door.

Juliet’s head turned behind her, searching for any signs of Joel coming her way. She knew he wouldn’t approve of what she was going to do, but she had to open it up, there could be food down there. Her stomach rumbled again.

Juliet sat her torch down beside the door and hooked two fingers through the hole in the wood, then pressed her other hand against the floor to stabilise her as she pulled upwards. Eventually, the door popped open and Juliet shone her torch down the gaping hole in the floor. Cold air rushed from the space and chilled Juliet’s skin.

There was a metal ladder leading down to what looked like a store room at the bottom. Juliet angled her torch to scan the sides of the room, the light bleeding through the dust coated darkness below her.

Her torch finally roamed over a structure against one of the walls and she realised with a gasp that it was a shelving unit. This looked promising.

Juliet did another quick scan for any signs of Joel before she gripped the cold metal of the ladder and descended into the dark room, her torch between her teeth. She was almost certain that there wasn’t anything to worry about down there but she was still careful to keep her steps as quiet as possible. When she got to the bottom, Juliet placed her foot gingerly on the dirt covered stone floor, holding onto the ladder with one hand and moving her torch to her other so she could swing the light about before committing to her decision.

The room was empty apart from the shelving units against the wall, so Juliet placed both feet firmly on the ground and strengthened her grip on her torch. On her walk over to the shelves, Juliet’s heart began to hammer again, hope and fear mingling together.

Maybe if she could find food, her guilt would ease a little and she could look at Joel again without seeing the repulsion in his eyes when Blake was wrapped around her.

Juliet’s steps faltered at the memory.

When she reached the shelves, her breath caught, there were boxes lining the bottom and inside were cans of food which were long since expired but some luckily didn’t have dents or bulges, meaning they were safe to eat. A smile threatened to appear on Juliet’s face.. She placed her torch in her mouth again and swung her backpack off her shoulders before stuffing as many as she could fit in the bag. She didn’t have enough space to take them all so she would have to go get Joel to carry more. Juliet reached for one more can to squeeze into her bag when her hand knocked against one of the boxes and a few cans tumbled to the ground at her feet, rolling in different directions.

“Shit,” she whispered, cursing her own clumsiness. Juliet fastened her backpack and put it back on, flinching when one of the heavy straps pulled against her bad shoulder. She was trying to ease the weight a little when she heard it: a gargling, croaking sound.

Juliet’s entire body seized up, her hands stilled on the strap she was fiddling with. Her legs were tree trunks rooted to the ground. Her breathing slowed, stopping altogether. She didn’t even dare to blink.

She heard the sound, louder this time, getting closer. Juliet couldn’t figure out what direction it was coming from, she couldn’t decide which direction to run in. Then she heard it again, and she realised her mistake. The shelving unit wasn’t against a wall, it was the wall separating two parts of the same room. Meaning that whatever lay behind it had just heard Juliet drop those cans.

Juliet’s fight or flight response finally kicked in and she made her choice: flight. Her legs gained their movement again and she stepped backwards, intending to take off towards the ladder. But of course, it wasn’t that easy. Juliet’s foot caught one of her dropped cans and she fell to the ground, the back of her head smacking against the stone floor with a disgusting cracking sound.

Juliet’s worldview tilted, her torch had rolled somewhere across the room, its light pointed towards the ladder but had left her in total darkness. At least she knew where she was headed.

She rolled her body to the side, intending to push herself up, but the weight of her backpack dragged her back down. The gargling was getting closer now, the infected behind the shelving unit was definitely aware of her and Juliet heard its body thumping towards the metal frame holding up the shelves of food.

Juliet let out a frustrated moan, her head pounding as she rolled over again and used all the strength remaining in her arms to push herself off the stone floor. When she was on her feet, the dizziness washed over her and she stumbled, her hand fell to the shelves. She couldn’t move, it was like her brain wasn’t in control of her limbs anymore. She was operating in survival mode, her body was just desperately trying to keep her upright.

Her caveman brain didn’t know about the infected now pressed against the other side of the shelving unit, rattling the structure. She jumped back, but not before the infected could grab hold of her arm, its decaying fingers attempting to tear into her flesh which was luckily covered by the material of her jacket. Juliet let out a blood curdling scream as her other hand tried to pry the infected’s arm away from her own, but she couldn’t get a good grip. Its flesh kept peeling off into her hand.

The strategic part of her brain recovered and Juliet reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out her gun. But with only one shaky hand, she couldn’t get the safety off. So she did the next best thing and started pounding it against the infected’s arms, loosening them enough for Juliet to pull her arm free.

The infected didn’t like that and pushed harder against the shelving unit, the strength it displayed was staggering in Juliet’s weakened state. She fumbled with the safety, finally flipping it off and started shooting. The infected had pushed against the structure so hard that the shelves started tipping towards Juliet, forcing her to stumble backwards but her feet kept staggering on the rolled cans.

With the angle of the unit, the infected’s head was protected by a chunk of metal so Juliet could only shoot its torso, which didn’t seem to be doing much. Juliet was pretty sure her heart had stopped beating, such intense horror had seized her body as the infected’s hands kept clawing at her, just narrowly missing her face. She could feel hot tears start to burn down her cheeks.

Juliet screamed when a strong arm gripped her shoulders and swung her backwards towards the ladder, kicking the fallen cans away.

Joel had found her.

Juliet was so lightheaded that her vision began to narrow as she backed herself against the wall and watched with tunnel vision as Joel moved forward and kicked the shelving unit with a strength Juliet could never mimic. It tipped backwards, pulling the infected down with it. Unfortunately, now that it was on the floor, the infected was able to crawl its way through the gap in the shelves and started to wriggle out of the rubble.

Joel was prepared for it. Two shots later, the infected was on the ground again. It’s body completely still.

Joel didn’t say a word, he just rushed towards Juliet. He bent down to pick up her torch and shove it in his pocket, then he gripped her by the shoulders and practically dragged her up the metal ladders. The pain in Juliet’s head was unbearable, white hot fire had consumed the whole back of her skull, darkening her vision again as Joel pushed her back up into the teacher’s lounge and rolled her body onto the floor next to the trapdoor.

Juliet’s eyes were closed but she heard Joel slam the door shut and drag one of the couches over to cover it.

Then his hands were on her.

“Are you hurt? Did it get you?” Joel asked frantically, his voice thundering around her.

Juliet couldn’t answer, her words didn’t exist anymore. She just moaned in response.

Joel’s hands found their way down her arms, her legs, across her chest, searching for any bites. His touch was quick, clinical, frenzied.

“Juliet, fuck. Baby you gotta answer me,” Joel demanded, his voice dangerously soft as his hands cupped her cheeks stained with hot tears.

“My head,” Juliet moaned, reaching her hands up to grip Joel’s wrists.

Juliet heard Joel’s sharp intake of breath as he slid one of his hands to the back of her skull and felt the hot wetness sticking to her hair.

“Tripped over one of the cans, smacked my head against the ground,” Juliet explained, her voice a croaky whisper.

“You’re not hurt anywhere else?” Joel questioned.

Juliet’s mind immediately went to her arm and the feeling of the infected’s grip. She lifted her arm up and Joel caught it, his touch was so gentle. He slowly peeled back her sleeve and Juliet heard his breath catch in his throat.

What was left of her mind began to spiral. She didn’t remember the infected biting her but what if that’s what Joel just saw on her wrist? What if the infected had bit her without her knowing? What if this was it? Was this where she would die? Would Joel put her down or would she have to do it herself?

Juliet’s heart started to pound against her chest, her breaths came out short and ragged.

“You’re fine,” Joel soothed. “Just some major bruising but no bites,” he confirmed, sensing her panic.

A tear leaked out of the corner of her closed eyes and a sob left her mouth.

“I need to get you up, get you onto one of the couches,” Joel informed her.

“I’ll do it,” she said, moving to sit up despite the pain still radiating through her head with another harsh wave of dizziness.

“Don’t even think bout’ it,” Joel cautioned, as he slipped his arms under Juliet’s limp body and stood up, groaning as he tucked her against his chest.

He moved her to a couch up the back corner, far away from the trap door, and set his torch on the table next to it to provide some light. Once Juliet was on the couch and her backpack was on the floor, he helped her sit up, positioning her back upright against the cushion of the couch. Juliet suspected that he was fearful that she would fall asleep, she remembered Ethan talking about how dangerous it was for people with concussions to sleep straight away. Juliet tried to blink away the tiredness clinging to her eyes.

When she opened her eyes properly again, they immediately landed on Joel's face. He sat on the table in front of her, his hard gaze scanning her body again, seemingly unconvinced that she was otherwise uninjured. When he met Juliet’s detached stare, his jaw hardened and his hands clenched against his dark jeans.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just wanted to find us some food -”

Joel raised his hand, silencing Juliet’s explanation.

“Do you have any idea how stupid that was?” he challenged, his voice low. “Could’ve got yourself killed,” he continued, shaking his head.

Juliet’s chest tightened at his harsh words, she blinked and looked down at her hands. “I know” she replied, not meeting Joel’s eyes.

Without warning, Joel stood up, now towering over Juliet’s seated form.

“No, you don’t,” he seethed. “Or maybe you do, but you just don’t care.”

Juliet stilled, the shock of Joel’s words attacked the remaining energy in her body, draining her of any will to argue back. Juliet didn’t want to admit it, but Joel was right.

Shame consumed her. Her decisions lately had been reckless, idiotic, doing things she would never have imagined back in the QZ, when her life was still her own. Separating from Joel, letting her rage control her decisions, getting herself shot. Juliet had left her self-preservation back in the dining room of her QZ apartment with her father’s letter.

Juliet squeezed her hands together as her face began to burn, blood simmering under her skin. Her reckless actions didn’t bother her, but every time, it was Joel who was left to pick up the pieces. Guilt lay heavy on her chest. She couldn’t meet his eyes.

“I know” Juliet breathed. “You’re right.”

Joel sighed and shifted his stance.

“If I’m gonna get you there, you gotta work with me,” Joel pleaded, moving to run a hand over his face, his eyes refusing to leave Juliet’s still form on the couch.

“I can’t see you get hurt again,” Joel murmured, his palm muffling his words.

Juliet felt something inside her crack at the sound of Joel’s gentle pleading. It almost sounded like he cared. Joel’s concern was such a foreign concept that Juliet instantly went into denial. She had given him a mission, a goal, and he was only trying to complete that. Joel would drop Juliet at her father’s, get his supplies, then go save his brother. If Juliet died, then he didn’t get his supplies.

Joel was only protecting his investment.

Juliet allowed herself to wallow in the reality of her situation for several moments before she tilted her chin up to meet the eyes of the man who couldn’t look away.

“You won’t have to, I promise,” she whispered.

Joel held her stare, a muscle jumping in his jaw, then he nodded and moved to sit next to her on the couch. Juliet shifted over to give him some more room, another wave of dizziness washing over her as she did so.

“Careful,” Joel breathed, his hand hovering over her head for a second before moving back to his lap, his hand flexing once more.

The air felt heavy, unspoken words floating between them. Juliet’s stomach rumbled again.

“Don’t you want to see what I got us?” Juliet asked, a tiny bolt of excitement flooding back through her.

Joel raised an eyebrow.

“Take a look,” Juliet said, gesturing towards her bag on the floor, a sly smile approaching her mouth.

Joel held her gaze as he reached below them and pulled her heavy backpack onto his lap without effort. The quiet reminder of Joel’s strength made Juliet shift on her seat, a blush darkening her cheeks again.

She watched as he opened it up and pulled out a can of semi-edible food. His eyes met Juliet’s, a look of reluctant approval warmed his face, Juliet bit her lip to keep a smile from forming.

“So?” Juliet asked, a playful mischief dancing in her eyes.

Joel caught on and rolled his eyes, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he breathed out the tension in his body.

“You did good,” he murmured.

The smile that had been threatening Juliet’s face all day finally took over.

Joel’s body froze. His eyes widened. Then the corner of his lip curled slightly and Juliet’s whole face beamed.

They sat like that for a moment, both Joel and Juliet refusing to release each other from the grip of their mutual gazes.

“So, is it everything you hoped for?” Joel asked after a long moment, his voice deeper than usual.

Juliet tilted her head to the side, confused.

“Is what?” she replied, her own question sounded far away to her ears.

Joel reached a hand up and gestured around them. “The highschool,” he confirmed in a hushed tone.

Juliet’s smile hadn’t faltered, she was beginning to think it was a side effect of the probable concussion she had. But the more she looked at Joel, the wider her smile grew.

She nodded, not breaking eye contact.

“It’s perfect.”

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Teased (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Alex decides it’s her time to do some teasing

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+, bondage, mommy kink, praise kink, teasing, edging, swearing, begging

AN: This is a follow up to Matched but could be read as a standalone.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes darted over to Alex, widening when you saw the smirk on her face. All you’d done was find the missing snooker ball nestled in the grass just feet away from the body left on display in the park. Every single body in this case had one. Still, any chance Alex could, she would praise you to see the way your eyes would darken and your pretty mouth would fall open.

It was the power of knowing she was able to make the fire ignite in your veins with so little effort.

Her hand on your waist gently moved you back. Crouching with the evidence bag, she knew you were watching her, your gaze like a heated caress over her skin. She liked that, knowing she captured your attention so easily. There was something so sexy about knowing she was desired.

“You’ve done well,” she said, as she rose.

Your lip was between your teeth as you stared at her. Her fingers brushed against the back of your hand. There was a part of her wanting more, loving the response she got from you when she touched you.

“Thanks, Alex,” you said, voice soft, just for her, the pride in it so obvious to her.

Over the last few weeks she’d been discovering all the ways you could say her name. Her favourite was the way you’d whine it as she was teasing you mercilessly, refusing to let you cum until you were a writhing mess for her. That level of control was addictive. Having so much control over your body made her want nothing more than to never let you leave her bed.

“I think this guy might be working out of one of the ranches,” Spencer said, approaching you both.

You sprung away from her, turning your eyes back to the horizon. She let her gaze linger on you before turning to Reid. He was still glancing over his shoulder, looking at the road behind him.

The two of you had agreed to not let the rest of the team know yet. Not that she was sure there was anything to tell them. Two people sleeping together didn’t make it a relationship, no matter how easily you could turn her to a melted emotional mess. She knew her feelings, but not yours. She didn’t want to bring it up, knowing it could mean the ending of what little she already had.

Because for her, it wasn’t just the sex, although she was greatly enjoying that. It was all of it. The way you’d always bring her coffee. The way you looked at her when she was curled up in bed reading. The way cooked her dinner. The way you complimented her. The way you seemed to see all of her.

“What makes you say that?” she asked but she only half listened to his answer, nodding along.

With her sunglasses on, she could watch you. You still weren’t looking at either of them, but your fingers tapped against your thigh. She knew that sign. She knew that rhythm. You were trying to stop thinking about her between your thighs.

She was also thinking about getting between your thighs.

“I’ll call Garcia on the way,” Spencer said, bringing her back to the conversation.

You were still staring out, your mind a millions miles away. She chuckled, wandering up to you.

“Boo,” she whispered in your ear.

You jumped, spinning around to look at her. Clearly you weren’t expecting her to still be so close, stumbling back a step. Her hand shot out, catching you before you tripped over a rock nestled in the grass. She dragged you closer, out of harms way, and she could see your eyes flicker to her lips. This would, typically, be the moment she would kiss you if company was not present.

“We’re heading back,” she said.

“Ah, right, yes, good,” you replied.

She placed her hand on the small of your back, guiding you back towards Spencer and the car. Relegated to the backseat, her eyes kept seeking you out in the rearview mirror. Your eyes were always waiting for her.

The precinct was busy when you returned. Alex did not appreciate the way you were dragged off immediately upon walking through the doors, wanting to reach out and drag you back to her. She did, however, appreciate watching you hold court with the police officers, so in charge of the room. Pride welled in her chest watching you so in command.

That sent heat over her skin.

Even when you weren’t trying, you managed to make desire curl in her stomach. You were nothing but temptation to her. It had been so long since she’d felt like that, like a horny teenager who wants nothing but sex. But it was only directed at you. It was as if no one else existed.

It felt like you were always the only one in the room.

She waited until you were sitting at the table, staring up at the map on the board, before she approached you again. Her hand rested on the back of your chair, leaning forward as she placed a cup of coffee in front of you. You looked up, smiling so brightly it made her heart thump loudly in her ears.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice so soft, so intimate.

“You’re going to need to keep your energy up,” she replied, waiting for the moment your eyes would dip down her body. It was like an automatic reaction with you.

Your eyes darkened when you saw the small amount of lace peeking out from her shirt, viewable from your position as she lent over. She’d been so inspired by how many lingerie sets you had that she wanted to show you something pretty too.

“Alex,” you groaned, eyes trained on her chest.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You can’t do this to me,” you said, still not looking her in the eye.

“Can’t do what?”

With her finger she tilted your chin up until you were looking her in the face.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” she said, “or I can’t help you.”

“You’re teasing me,” you said, “Alex, you’re doing this on purpose.”

“Aren’t I allowed to have some fun, sweet girl?” Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“Alex,” you whined.

“Be a good girl and I might let you see exactly what I’m wearing under these clothes,” she said, letting you go.

She liked the way you watched her walk out of that room, equal parts stunned and needy. She knew that look. It was the one you tended to give her before she found something wonderful to taste. She found herself to often giving in to you. She couldn’t help herself. Not when you gave her those eyes.

She gave you a while to yourself, part of her hoping you would manage to get yourself under control and part of her hoping you wouldn’t. She wanted to make you such a needy mess you were begging her to drag you into a cupboard and fuck you. She loved when you begged.

Returning back to the table, she sat down across from you, legs spread as she rested her chin in her palm. Leaning back, she let her eyes sweep over you for a moment before returning her attention to Hotch. You had been looking at her from under lowered lashes, bottom lip caught between teeth in the way that she always wanted to mimic. You always made such a delicious noise when her teeth sunk into your lip.

It was clear that you had stopped paying attention. Alex could feel you watching her and more than once you missed a direct question being asked of you. The sun was still high in the sky outside and Alex felt her stomach rumble.

“Sorry guys, I think I’m just a bit tired,” you said after the third missed question.

“How about we go and get some lunch, try and get your head back in the game?” she suggested.

Your eyes dragged over to her, getting stuck on her legs. You nodded, visibly swallowing as she shifted backwards in her chair, pelvis pushing forward. She rose from the chair, holding her hand out to pull you from your own chair. She let her thumb graze against the pulse pounding in your wrist as she withdrew her hand. She could see when your breath stuttered in your chest.

Sitting beside you in a diner, it was easy for her hand to find your thigh. The way her hand slowly dragged upwards had your legs falling open again. She paused, just before reaching the apex of your thighs, fingers pressing into the bruise she knew was right there. Your sharp inhale was like music to her ears.

With careful hands she brushed your hair over your shoulder, leaning forward. Her breath ghosted over your skin.

“When I get you back to the hotel, you better be a good girl for me,” she said, “I have so much planned for you, my darling, but you have to be good. I wouldn’t want it all to go to waste.”

She could feel you shift in your seat.

“I’ll be good, mommy,” you replied.

“That’s my sweet girl.”

Getting up from the table, she had to suppress her smile at your answering whine with the loss of her touch. On the walk back to the precinct, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Your fingers grazed the back of her hand. She chose to ignore it, knowing that would make you only more desperate for her attention.

Which explained how she’d gotten into this position in the first place, if she was being honest.

For the rest of the afternoon you kept trying to get her attention. Sliding coffees over to her, the brush of fingers along her shoulder, saying her name in that tone of voice that had desire curling in her stomach. She loved the sound of her name on your tongue.

But she held strong, not giving you an inch, knowing you’d take a mile if she did. She focused on the case, knowing the sooner they caught the man, the sooner she could have you alone in a hotel room.

And of course Spencer was right. The unsub had been working out of one of the ranches, and Garcia was able to track down which one.

Which led to her cornering you on the jet as you made yourself another cup of coffee to survive the flight home.

“Do you want one?” you asked, looking up at her with a tired smile on your face.

“I suppose I’d better if I plan on doing all I want to do to you when we get home.”

The tired slope of your shoulders straightened, interest entering your eyes.

“I thought that was just for the hotel,” you said.

“I can have you wherever I want,” she replied, letting her eyes sweep over your body, “unless you’re too tired, sweet girl.”

“No, I-“ You knocked over the mug.

She chuckled, leaning across your body to right it. Your eyes had widened and you looked so sweet it was a struggle to keep herself from leaning forward and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. She dreamed of a day when she might be allowed to do such a thing. When it was more than a dirty secret for the two of you.

She wasn’t sure you’d ever want that.

“Please let me come home with you,” you whispered, ducking your head.

“Whatever my sweet girl wants my sweet girl gets,” she replied.

“Thank you, mommy.” Your voice was so quiet she almost missed it. She glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one had been close enough to hear your quiet discussion. They were up the other end of the plane, leaving the two of you to relative privacy.

“I have something new I think you’ll enjoy, sweetheart,” she murmured.

Your eyes lit up and she saw you trying to suppress a grin. Her fingers gently grazed the top of your jeans, pressing against the warmth of your stomach.

“Just have to be patient a little longer,” she said, “then mommy will take care of you.”

You nodded and when you passed her a cup of coffee it was with a secretive smile.

Upon landing she specifically got into the other car from you. You’d kept shooting her glances on the jet and if she was going to do what she’d planned she needed a moment alone to collect herself. You’d almost pouted at her through the glass of the SUV you were sitting in when you noticed. She was sure she could make you a whiny mess before you even arrived at her house.

It was easy enough to engineer a reason for her to hang back after you’d left, shooting you a text that she’d been held up. You’d sent back a picture of you pouting with your shirt off. It was cute, your attempts to tempt her. It didn’t hurt that it worked.

She didn’t bother warning you that she was on her way, wanting to find out what you’d been doing in her absence. She was glad she had.

“Aw, are you that desperate for me, sweet girl?” she asked.

Your hand stilled in your underwear as your eyes snapped open. She lent on the doorframe, letting her eyes linger on the place between your legs where your fingers had been having fun from the noises you’d been making.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she said, “I’m enjoying the show.”

You were slow to start up again, hesitant while her eyes were on you. She waited, not backing down. She knew the moment your fingers found your clit, the noise you made like music to her ears. She maintained eye contact as she stalked towards you. You moaned her name.

“How about we get you out of these garments?” she suggested, “let mommy see how gorgeous you are.”

You let her pull the pretty lingerie from your body, helpless to her touch. Her fingers curled around your ankles, pulling your legs apart, tongue dragging over her lower lip as she let her gaze settle on your slick heat.

“Want you, mommy,” you whined, reaching out to her.

“I think you’re doing a fine job on your own,” she replied.

“Please,” you whined again.

“You couldn’t wait for me, sweetheart. You don’t really need me.”

“I do,” you said, hands still reaching towards her.

Her own hands were keeping your legs pinned to the bed. You sat up, trying to tug out of her hold. She tightened her grip, tilting her head to the side, freezing you in your tracks.

“You’ve been teasing me all day, Alex,” you said, “you said you’d take care of me.”

“Only if you were good, sweetheart,” she said.

“I’ve been good,” you whined.

“You couldn’t even wait for me to get home, darling girl,” she said, “that’s not very good.”

“Just needed you so much,” you said.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, “of course.”

“Then you’ll take my punishment without complaint.”

She let your ankles go, straightening up as she sauntered towards her wardrobe. You waited, like the good girl she knew you were deep down. Returning, your eyes widened with what was in her hands.

“Do you remember the safe word, sweetheart?” she asked as she grabbed your ankle again.

“Uh huh,” you said at the click of the lock.

“I need you to tell me what it is, darling,” she said, grabbing the other ankle.

“Donut,” you said.

She looked down at your legs spread, chained to the bed, keeping them held open. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, clearly not breathing.

“Good girl,” she said, finger running through your folds, feeling how wet you were.

She popped her finger into her mouth, rounding the bed with the taste of your arousal on her tongue. She took your arm, pulling it above your head. You willingly gave her the other one, the cuffs leaving you on display for her.

She took a moment, just appreciating the view of you bound for her, unable to move. You whined, straining against the restrains. She merely chuckled.

Her hand ghosted over your body, stopping for a moment between your breasts. She climbed onto the bed, straddling your waist, enjoying seeing her clothed thigh next to your bare skin. With a featherlight touch, she began to circle both your nipples, already hard in the cool air. You arched up, whining when the restraints kept you from rising as far as you wanted.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” she murmured, leaning forward, “I’ve got you.”

You were always so responsive to her. When her lips wrapped around one hardened nipple, you gasped. You moaned when she began to suck. You whimpered when she sat back, admiring the beginning of her work. There was nothing so lovely as mirroring her work on her other breast.

You squirmed underneath her, trying to get more from her. She sighed into your skin, teeth sinking into the flesh of your breast. You tasted so delicious, she could spend hours just dragging her tongue over every inch of your skin. It wasn’t as if you were in a position to distract her from that mission.

She took her time, feeling you beginning to tremble underneath her. But this was your punishment for not being able to wait for her to get home. She was going to savour you, not just give in to your desires as she usually did. You could hold on a little longer.

Finding the heat between your thighs, she could see how much you wanted her. You were dripping.

She groaned at the taste of you. Your breath caught in your throat, your answering moan cutting off. She knew she would never grow tired of your taste. Nor the feeling of you pressing against her.

There was something so joyful about brining you right to the edge then kissing back up your body. She would blame it on how tempting your tits were, just begging for her attention. And they really were, so tempting to her.

You were a writhing mess underneath her, pinned to the bed and unable to stop her from her continual teasing. You were begging her, your words garbled and nonsensical, but your desperation clear as day.

“You’re going to be good and patient for me from now on, aren’t you sweetheart?” She murmured against the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Yes, mommy, please, I need…” You trailed off as she decided there should be a pretty bruise on your skin, “need you.”

“I’ve been here all night, my darling,” she said when she was done, admiring her handy work.

“Alex,” you whined.

“We’ve been over this before. Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Need to cum,” you whined, “please, mommy.”

Who was she to deny you when you asked so nicely?

You cried out when her mouth found your cunt again, pressing forward, tongue lapping at you. You made such pretty noises for her, still begging her. She hummed, turning her licks soft, coaxing you back to the edge. There was nothing about you she didn’t enjoy, nothing about this moment that wasn’t perfect to her.

When you fell over the edge, you tensed, before trembling uncontrollably. She considered continuing, dragging another from you but you were gasping and shaking and straining against the restraints. She licked you clean before sitting back on her heels, looking down at you.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart,” she said, “you’re wonderful. Took your punishment like such a good girl.”

“‘Lex,” you mumbled.

“Let’s get you out of these, huh,” she said.

“Kiss first?” you asked.

She crawled up your body, giving you a soft kiss. You sighed into her mouth, eyes fluttering closed. You whined when she drew back but she merely chuckled, reaching up to removed the cuffs from around your wrists. You tried to snag her before she could reach your ankles.

“One more,” you mumbled against her lips.

She’d always had trouble saying no to you.

You crawled into her lap the moment she let your ankles go. She wrapped her arms around you, pressing kisses to the top of your head. You sighed against her neck, melting against her. She loved when you were soft like that, clinging to her, not wanting to let her go.

“Do you want to shower, sweetheart?” she asked.

“I’m not sure I can stand right now,” you chuckled.

“Bath it is.”

She stood, lifting you with her. You squealed, arms curled around her neck tightly. She sat you on her lap as she ran the bath, fingers trailing over your skin, murmuring your praises into your ear. You kept pressing soft kisses to the skin you could reach, featherlight but it still made her heart skip a beat.

She lowered you into the hot water, the steam curling around your body. You relaxed back, letting her drag the cloth over your body to ease your muscles. You reached out to her, hovering close to her thigh, but not quite making contact.

“What is it, darling?” she asked.

“You’re still dressed,” you said, pouting up at her, “and I didn’t get to touch you.”

“Tonight was about you, sweetheart,” she said, “I didn’t spend all day teasing you for me.”

“So you were teasing me,” you said, sounding put out.

“Of course I was,” she laughed.

“You promised I could see what you’re wearing under your clothes.”

“I suppose I did,” she said, standing up.

With slow fingers she began to unbutton her shirt. Your eyes were trained on her, slowly darkening as she saw more of the black lace underneath. She shrugged the shirt off at the same time as her blazer, kicking away the pile of clothes. Bending forward, she unzipped her boots, pulling them off and putting them to one side.

When she stood up again she found your eyes feasting on her. Warmth spread through her. She wasn’t sure anyone had looked at her the way you did. Like you couldn’t believe you were so lucky to be there with her. Like there was nothing else in the universe. Like there was nothing you wanted more than her.

Pushing her slacks down her legs, it was the perfect time to regain her own composure. If she wasn’t careful she’d fuck you in the bath, and she needed to take care of you now, not let her own desires run wild.

“Do you like it, darling?” she asked, after straightening up and letting you look at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” you breathed, eyes wide.

“Stop it.” She felt her cheeks flush.

“So gorgeous,” you said.

She hadn’t expected to feel so self conscious in front of you. She’d picked out the set, expecting you to find her sexy or hot, not beautiful. She wasn’t sure how to respond to it.

“Alex.” You were holding your hand out to her, “I wish you saw yourself the way I saw you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, sitting on the side of the bath again.

“You’re amazing. Inside and out. Really Alex,” you said, “I’ve always thought so.”

“You have?”

“I know this is just, I don’t know, friends with benefits or just sex for you, but I don’t think it’s fair for me not to tell you that I have feelings for you,” you said, looking up at her from the water.

“That’s just the orgasm talking,” she said, laughing off the hope.

“Wasn’t the orgasm talking all day. Or last Tuesday. Or before we began sleeping together,” you said, “I want to be your girlfriend. Not just your sex partner.”

“You… want to be mine?” she asked, “in every way?”

“I do.” You were looking up at her with those big sincere eyes.

“But you can do so much better,” finally burst from her.

“I can’t,” you said, voice turning soft, “there is no one better than you, Alex.”

She let herself look down at you, taking in every ounce of honesty in your face. Her fingers gently brushed against your cheekbone. You smiled up at her, not even an ounce of self consciousness at telling her your feelings.

“I suppose that would make me your girlfriend then,” she said, “if you’re sure.”

You surged out of the water, shocking her as she was splashed. She spluttered but then you were kissing her and she forgot about the water soaking her skin.

“Are you sure?” she asked when you finally drew back.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” you replied.

You kissed her again until she was dragged into the bath, lingerie and all. She couldn’t even care when she had you, officially, in every way that mattered. It was worth the money spent.

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storiesofsvu · 11 months

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Love Comes Quietly Ch 9

*not my gif* Alex Blake x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, usual BAU/unsub type case work, flirtation. chaotic emily.

“I think I have a crush on Alex…”

“And you’re just realizing this now?” Emily groaned, letting out a laugh, “Jesus Christ I thought this was about work! Do you know what time it is?”

“I couldn’t sleep!” You shot back.

“I don’t know what this is about.” Rossi’s tired voice broke through the conversation and the two of you jumped, looking toward him as he wandered down the hallway toward the two of you, “but this,” he raised his phone, “is about work. We’ve gotta get back to D.C.”

“Alright.” Emily sighed, squeezing at your arm, “I’ll drive you, go wake up Blake, we’ll get the rest of the team.”

“I can feel you fucking vibrating from here.” Emily grumbled, her eyes moving from the road ahead of the SUV over to you, “you gonna explain now?”

“I thought I already did?” You practically shrieked and she laughed, “I think I’m crushing on Blake!”

“Oh because this is some wildly new development that none of us could have seen coming!”

“Stop!” You shot her a glare.

“At least we’ve finally got some fucking progress.” She teased, “so what sparked this?”

“Oh I don’t know!” You rolled your eyes, dropping back into the seat, “maybe just fucking waking up curled in her arms close enough that her shampoo was invading my fucking senses.”

“What!?” Emily’s eyes shot to you, her hand shooting out to punch you in the shoulder, “you two already fucking slept together and you didn’t tell me!!”

“Eyes on the road!” You punched her back, “you just missed the exit.”

“Fuck.” She muttered.

“And not like that!” You groaned, grabbing the coffee from the cup holder to take a swig, “we… may or may not have been sleeping in the same bed for like, the past… two weeks?”

“Are you kidding me?!” Emily gaped before turning the car into a parking lot to turn around, “how the fuck did you not mention that earlier!?”

“It wasn’t important!”

“Oh sure!”

“We both have bad insomnia, figured it would help and it turns out it did.”

“Okay so what makes you think you’ve got a crush now?”

“Remember the warehouse?” You asked, your voice quiet and Emily’s gaze softened as she looked over at you, “I think it really started that night. I was in a bad place, Alex… she helped me through it. She was there for me when I was trying to turn everyone else away. And that kinda made me realize that she had already always been there! She’s supported me since the day we fucking met, she gave me a place to live, she helped me with the job, she’s… a fucking gem. And after that first night? Falling asleep in her arms? Holy shit Emily, I mean, I didn’t think it would spark shit but like, I haven’t slept that well in forever.”

“God you really are smitten.” She teased with a grin.

“I fucking hate you.” You scowled in her direction and she cackled, “I thought it was just like, appreciation and friendship at first. And then… something shifted, suddenly it felt like butterflies and I had a very vivid sex dream last night. I couldn’t be in the room any longer after waking up with her in the next bed.”

“Sharing bed at home but not on the road? God, I wish we had more time to unpack this.” Emily muttered, pulling into the parking lot.

“I am not telling you what happened in the dream.”

“Oh c’mon! Why not?! It’d be fun!”

“We’re at work right now.” You pointed out, unbuckling your seatbelt and opening the car door, “you are my boss, this is wildly inappropriate!”

“Oh what, you gonna call HR on me?” Emily called after you with a laugh, a wicked grin on her face.

The team debriefed on the jet on the way back to Quantico, reading through case files, picking through crime scene photos and tossing ideas around. Two weeks ago the body of a woman in her thirties had been found abandoned in an alley way, she’d been dressed like she was having a night out on the town, alcohol in her system when they did the autopsy. It had been presumed that she’d just ran into a bad apple sometime during her night and dealt with by the local police. When the second body was found there wasn’t anything to connect the two, local pd brushed it off on a one time murder and moved on with their lives. The only connection was that they were in an area of town that night clubbers frequented, easy targets, that was it.

It was when the third and fourth bodies were found, these two together that the locals realized there was likely more to it. The last two were both female, after talking to family and the friends they had been with that evening it was discovered they were a couple, they’d been out celebrating their engagement.

“What’re those marking on their wrists?” Spencer asked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make it out on the crime scene photos. Emily leaned over, looking to where he was pointing, “it looks like it could be an apple?”

“It’s a peach.” Emily replied, sitting back in her chair, “A League of Her Own.”

“That old baseball movie?” He asked, looking over at her and she laughed.

“Well, technically yeah, but it’s also a lesbian bar over on eighteenth. Their admission stamp is a peach.”

“All these bodies were found early Sunday morning.” You pointed out, flipping through a file.

“So the unsub’s got a schedule.” Morgan commented and you nodded.

“And it’s Saturday.” Emily sighed, “which is why we needed to get back right away.”

“It’s not as clear but the first two bodies have the same stamp.” Alex glanced up from the file in her lap, “our unsub is definitely hunting at this bar.”

“The question remains,” Rossi started, “are they targeting the bar itself, or queer women?”

“I’ll have local pd start to canvas the bar,” Penelope commented through the screen, “find out if there’s any bigger connections between the victims, maybe one of them worked there?”

“See if we can get a guest list for the last few Saturdays.” Emily instructed, “and scan through social media tags and geotags to find witnesses, if there was someone lurking around they would’ve noticed it.”

“Talk to every one of their bouncers, if someone was kicked out on any of those nights it might’ve been a trigger.” Morgan commented.

“On it.” Penelope cut out of the screen with a smile.

“So what’s our plan?” JJ asked, looking across the jet to Emily.

“I think the best thing we can do right now is make sure to have someone in there tonight undercover.” She replied, eyes drifting over to you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked immediately, your eyes widening, “I don’t like it when you look at me like that.”

“You’re in the right age range of the other vics.” Emily shrugged and your eyes narrowed at her, “Blake, you’ll go with her.”

“I will?” Alex’s head shot up, praying her cheeks weren’t turning as pink as they felt as she silently begged Emily to not play this game right now.

“Look at the age gap of the couple, maybe this unsub has mommy issues.” She said it casually enough no one else would pick up on it but all you wanted was to disappear into your seat, glaring her down hard enough that if looks could kill, she’d be incinerated right there on the jet, “c’mon, you two are the most comfortable with each other, you spend enough time together, you’re practically married, you could fool anyone. Murphy, didn’t your jacket say something about excelling in undercover work?”

“I guess it did.” You dropped back into your seat with a sigh.

“Blake, any issues?” She glanced her way and Alex cleared her throat.

“Nope.” She shook her head, purposely avoiding your gaze, knowing her cheeks would absolutely burn if she looked your way.

“Good, then get cozy.” Emily smirked one last time in your direction before glancing down at the file in her lap.

Tonight it was your turn to be the one tearing up the coaster as you stood at a high top table waiting for Alex to come back with drinks. Your fingers drumming on the table as you chewed on your lip, nerves trickling their way through your body. A drink was placed down to your side and you felt her hand on the small of your back and tried not to jump as a drink appeared in front of you and her hand slid down your arm, interlacing her fingers with yours and her lips practically brushed against the shell of your ear.

“You need to calm down.” She murmured, her free hand coming up to brush your hair behind your shoulder, “the unsub will either make us or get scared off and go for someone else.”

“Fuck, sorry. I know.” You let out a huff, turning your head to smile softly at her and Alex couldn’t help the instinct to lean in and press a kiss to your cheek before she settled perpendicular to you, leaning against the table. “I guess it just feels weird.”

“Spending time with me?” Alex teased with a laugh, though she was currently completely on the same page, this whole faking it thing certainly wasn’t helping the conflicting arguments in her brain.

“No.” You laughed, “being on a date.” Your voice lowered to not be overheard, “pretend or not.”

“When was your last one?” She asked, her hand remaining linked with yours on the table top, thumb rubbing over your knuckles as she picked up her drink.

“Bout a year ago.” Your brow scrunched as you tried to remember a proper timeline, “I was complaining to Daniela about how horrible tinder was and she tried to set me up.”

“Ever the matchmaker that one.” Alex laughed and you couldn’t help but smile, thinking about yet another connection you had, and the one that had technically brought you together in the first place. “I take it, it didn’t go successfully?”

“Have you seen me parading any girlfriends around the house?” You replied with a laugh, picking up your drink to take a sip, “mmm, is this—”

“You’ve been on a gin kick recently.” She smiled with a shrug and you did your best not to blush.

Outside in the van Emily had to hold back a groan, rolling her eyes at the two of you.

“I didn’t realize you’d noticed.”

“You tend to change your drink with the season.” She explained, “gin or mojitos when it’s warmer, cooler weather it’s more red wine, maybe a nice bourbon, and you always opt for more complicated drinks when you’re out.”

“Okay I don’t need you to profile my drink menu.” You muttered softly with a laugh and Alex couldn’t help smiling across at you, “have you ever noticed you crave Indian food on cold nights?”

“I—” Alex stopped, ducking her gaze while she laughed again, looking back up at you, “I hadn’t made the correlation, no.” You chuckled, feeling the familiar sensation of warmth blooming through your veins as you gazed across at her, wondering if somehow this could be real.

Before you could speak again, Emily’s voice nearly jolted you out of your daydream, echoing through your earpiece, knowing Alex was hearing the same, “potential unsub number one just walked in the door, you two may need to amp it up a bit.”

You had your back to the door but Alex’s eyes flicked in that direction, giving you the tiniest nod to confirm what Emily had said and you wordlessly slipped closer to her. Her hand moved from yours to rest on your thigh, her thumb stroking at you softly and you did your best to keep your heart rate under control.

Alex watched as the man made his way through the crowd, her eyes darting between him and you, keeping a grin on her lips as you continued your small talk. He picked up a drink from the bar before he began his own searching through the crowd. She felt her heart leap in her chest, so much of her wishing this was under a different circumstance, but she reached out, brushing your hair back behind your ear mid conversation, letting her fingers trail down your jaw, thumb soothing across your cheek and for a moment she could’ve sworn the blush on your cheeks was real. She leant closer to make sure your conversation wouldn’t be overheard,

“He’s got eyes on us and if you ask me he’s about to make a decision.”

“So what’s your play?” You murmured back, glancing up at her with a raised brow.

“Follow my lead and don’t hate me for it.” She muttered back and before you could even think her hand was back on your cheek and you were surging forward to meet her lips in a kiss.

A kiss that you were certain you would never forget, your own hand quickly coming up to the back of her neck, wishing you could pull her closer to you. Your lips moved gracefully in a dance it felt like you’d known forever but never gotten to perform before, like it was exactly where they belonged. Alex felt the burst in her chest, unable to control it, running her tongue along the seam of your lips and you eagerly opened them, letting her tongue surge into your mouth. It was as if she sucked all of the oxygen from your lungs, everything in the world disappeared except for her, she invaded every single one of your senses and you never wanted the moment to end. Alex couldn’t help it, her other hand coming to rest on your waist, practically wanting to yank you off the stool so she could feel the press of your body against hers. She never wanted to stop kissing you, you were without a doubt her favourite kiss, the one she wanted to experience over and over again, the one that she wanted to wake up to, to go to sleep to and she was completely lost in the moment.

That was until you were both wrenched back to reality at Emily’s voice in your ear’s, “good work. He’s headed your way.”

You very reluctantly pulled away, lips curving up into grins against each other as Alex stole another kiss and you prayed you weren’t blushing as much as you thought you were. Her hand came up, smoothing back a piece of your hair and you giggled, a sound that made her nearly melt. You reached out for your drink, taking another sip before the two of you managed to control yourselves back into the mindless pretend conversation. You felt a presence at your back, an arm nearly wrapped around you before the unsub came into your vison on the other side, placing himself between the two of you.

“Evening ladies.” He greeted with a smug grin, “don’t suppose I could steal this one away for a dance or two?” His arm squeezed around you and you let out an uncharacteristic giggle “maybe buy you a round of drinks?” You glanced towards Alex as Emily’s voice rang through the ear piece again.

“Murphy he just spiked your drink. Pretend to finish it but do not swallow a fucking drop, then accept that dance and let him get you outside, play the part, we’ve got him.”

“As long as it’s okay with her, sounds great.” You smiled back at him, glancing towards Alex again.

“Rental only, you have her back to me after two songs.” Alex teased with a grin, placing her arm on the table in front of her drink as you pretended to suck yours back, adding on a fake wince at the taste of booze before you let the man drag you onto the dance floor.

It didn’t even take two songs for the unsub to convince you outside, dragging you away from your pretend partner, baiting Alex to follow you out to find out what was going on before he attempted to blitz attack you and the team moved in. It was nothing new, nothing intense, just a regular day at the office for you, minus the kiss of course, though Alex’s hand found yours, squeezing softly to reassure you. You weren’t sure if it was supposed to help calm your heart rate, but it certainly made it sky rocket as you shot her a warm smile.

Emily complimented the two of you on your work and considering you’d gone directly from an out of town case into this one, once your statements were down, she sent you on your way. Alex had driven so you slipped into the passenger seat, letting out a soft sigh, dropping your phone down into the cup holder.

“It’s not too late, did you want to pick up food on the way home?” Alex offered.

“Honestly McDonald’s sounds fucking amazing right now.”

“I was thinking the same.” She chuckled, daring a glance toward you as she tried to untangle the thoughts in her brain.

It wasn’t much longer before she was pulling into the drive thru and you were both very satisfied with the food on the way home. You had started to completely forget about work until your phone began to buzz in the cup holder.

‘I assume you’re getting busy tonight?’ You rolled your eyes at Emily’s text.

‘No. That was work. She would never.’

‘Oh come on! She fucking likes you!’

‘No she doesn’t.’

‘Really? Cause I was just watching that kiss and I would say otherwise. Plus… as a profiler… she was jealous as fuck when you left with him.’

‘Oh, okay, so what do you suppose I do?’

‘Enjoy the pool’

‘What?’

‘Okay, or hot tub. Put on that red suit you like to thirst trap with and say you’re going to relax.’

‘Have you been stalking my Instagram?!’

‘I’m just saying… respectfully… if you showed up in that suit I would have no choice but to immediately bend you over whatever the closest surface was. It makes your tits look incredible.'

‘I’m calling HR in the morning.’

Emily outwardly laughed, rolling her eyes at your continued denial as she tossed her phone down onto her desk. There was no way what happened tonight would be brushed under the rug and she knew it.

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that-one-random-writer · 1 year

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That's My Kind Of Night Chapter 3 *Mature 18+*

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin x (Southern!F)Reader

*Rough!Jake* *Protective!Jake* *Shower scene!Jake* *little bit fluff!Jake* just all of the Jake

Summary: Jake takes leave and goes back to Texas. His friend is now married with a woman. This woman's friend gets under his skin, and he loves it. Word count: 3,439

Warnings: cussin', flirtin', heavy banter, guns, party with alcohol, Straight Smut 18+ for sure, a different party man that is too touchy.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Southern Masterlist

Jake looked back through the window, Blake leaned against his ax. "I think that's enough. So Jake..." He trailed. "You know my wife is trying to set you up with Honeybee."

Jake glanced back at Blake after chopping the last piece of wood. "Yeah, your old lady isn't exactly stealthy." He chuckled, leaning against his own ax.

Blake laughed, "Yeah, she's about as subtle as a frieght train."

"I've seen you two sneaking around keeping up with what we were doing." He smiled up at Blake.

"You got them trained eyes, don't you?" He chuckled nervously.

Jake nodded. "Well, yeah, when I'm in the air, I have too." He picked up his ax and put it away.

Blake smirked up at Jake. "So what do you think? Spitfire, ain't she?"

Jake chuckled, "You're scheming with your woman. You'd better be careful, Blake." He paused, shifting his eyes back to the window and then back to blake. "She's definitely a firecracker."

The party begins, and the new and old friends are all showing up. Big boy toys are being taken off trailers and put into the water or on the muddy tracks. Four-wheelers, gators, and dirt bikes are being raced around the trails. Poles are in the water, from boats and on the dock, pulling up catfish, brim, and bass saved to be cooked in the fire later.

Jake sat on the diamond plated tailgate of his truck. Unfortunately for all the women he had threw his shirt back on when people were arriving. He raised his beer as he saw one of his buddies reel in a huge catfish. "Hell yeah, Florence. That's a nice size cat!" Florence, an old buddy waved in appreciation and held the fish up.

Jake took a sip of his beer. He looked towards the shooting range. You stood there with a double barrel shot gun laid against your shoulder lined up for the target. You had on the same muddy pants, only teasing him with holes to show your legs underneath. Your top had changed. It was a tiny black tanktop that dipped low enough it showed your lacy, black bra underneath. There was fringe that fell around your breasts. The fringe stopped where the shirt cut off just below your bra line. He watched your arms as you held the gun. Your sun-kissed skin teased him under the sinking sun. You took your shot, the knock back was there, but nothing you couldn't take. Jake had to admit. He was impressed.

You stood there reloading your weapon. You felt a hand reach to your back and down to your hips. You felt uneasy and folded the gun back together slowly, not being able to load the barrels. You could smell hard liquor on this man's breath. "You look real cute, babe. Do you want me to show you how to use this thing?"

"Get the fuck off of me." You were rough with your words. You pulled away from him and he tried once again to put his hands around you. "I said, get the fuck off of me!" You jerked away turning towards him and kicked faster then he could react due to the intoxication. Your boot connected with the bare flesh on his stomach. He was knocked back and on the ground.

He started to get back. His world spinning around, and it showed as he struggled to get back up.

"You fucking bitch." He screamed. You could see people gathering, one person walked up calmly. He made his way in front of you. You could tell by the cocky walk, the tight ass in his jeans and the bulk in his arms who it was. Jake stood tall in front of the man. "Look what we have here. Dustin Jones, as I live a breathe. Looks like you've done well for yourself. You look great man. I love the missing tooth. Was it the meth or did you just pick the wrong woman to fuck with and she knock it out for you?"

Against Dustin's better judgement, he finally made it to his feet and ripped his fist at Jake's face. Jake caught it in his palm and twisted just enough to make a statement shoving him back to the ground. "Let's face it Dustin, you weren't shit back then and you still ain't shit now." His voice held power, it was slow, deep, smooth. His voice never broke and never faltered. His voice never raised above a talking tone. "I suggest you get on outta here before you get yourself hurt." The group that brought Dustin as an acquaintance grabbed him and dragged him out of view. They were loading his flailing body into a car.

"I'm gonna whoop your ass, Jake!" His voice then got quiet, a car door shutting in his face. The crowd cheered and continued their activities from before.

"I could've handled him." You directed your attention back to the gun in your hand. You hit the release for the break action and quickly replaced two shells. With a quick flick of your wrist you folded the gun back up ready to fire. Jake watched you maneuver the gun with ease, it was hot to see you handle such a powerful weapon. "That's a strange way to say 'thank you'." He watched you shoot both targets and hand the gun back to Damien.

You started walking away from Jake. He followed behind you. "I didnt ask for your help." Jake smirked down as you both stopped.

"You don't have to." He was so reassuring. You almost felt like you could rely on him. A certain level of trust was building around the walls that guarded you. "Thanks, Jake."

You spoke softly.

Jake lifted his brow and his laugh lines lifted with a smirk. "Anytime, Honey"

"Bee." You finished. He had dropped the bee in your nickname, the sting had vanished in your tone of voice so the 'bee' should vanish for him too. "How about we get on the gator? I tell you what..." He trailed. His face softened. "You can drive." He wrapped his arm around your waist and he led you to the track.

The truth was you had decided to give him the chance you promised Vanny. As much as you hate it she was right. He needed a chance in fighting hell, and if you didn't open up at least a little then there was no way you could convince her you at least tried.

He let go of your waist walking to the other side and sitting on the passenger side. "How many times have you been here at the lake house property?" He looked over at you while you turned the key starting it up. You turned on the headlights with it being so close for the moon to start its rise.

"More then I can count in the six years Blake and Van have been together, why?" You shifted to drive, you accelerated and chose the trails at random. "Take me to your favorite place here. You have to have one. I do." He leaned back in his seat while you thought about your favorite place.

You changed course and took the trails. "Why did you join the navy?" Your genuine question took him by surprise. He was expecting your attitude to come back just as fast as it disappeared. "It's been something I wanted to do for as long as I can remember. My family has a military background, and I like the look in peoples eyes when they see me in uniform. The military has its risks, but also has its perks. What about you? Why did you want to be a stylist?"

"I like brightening someone's day. I have women and men come in, their day, week, month even year is absolute shit. They sit in my chair and walk out happier feeling more confident then they did when they walked in." Jake leaned his arm over the seat behind you.

"You've definitely got plenty of confidence to go around." He chuckled. You slapped his leg softly with one hand on the wheel. "You're one to talk." He continued while laughing. "Damn right have you seen me?" You rolled your eyes. "Yeah I have. I see a cocky, arrogant, smoking hot ken doll with a vanity problem" He flashed an award winning smile.

"You think I'm smoking hot?" You glanced at him then turned down another trail. "I'm not saying it again. Your ego is big enough with me saying it once."

"Oh come on, just say it one more time. I'll tell you what I think." You were honestly curious. You weren't insecure. You had your flaws of course, but you knew you had some features that were desired. One great thing that came out of aging is realizing that rule 34 in porn applied to people, too. Someone out there would always find you beautiful, no matter your shape or size. It saved your confidence a lot. You might not be one man's cup of sweet tea, but another would drink you to the last drop happily.

"Jake, you know that you're smoking hot, I don't need to say it." He wrapped his arm around you.

"Yeah, but it sounds so much better coming from a gorgeous woman."

Your Eyebrow raised. "Is that what you think of me, Im gorgeous?"

"Yes. I can't tell you all that I think. It's filthy in there..." You laughed, he reciprocated your laugh with his own. "The mud honey. I've only seen you covered like you just got done taking your four-wheeler out for mud bogging."

"Good thing you asked me to take you to my favorite place..." you trailed as you pulled up to the river that feeds into the lake. There was a sizable waterfall ahead.

"You can't take this one. This is my favorite place." He said, looking up at the water falling. His eyes followed the water pattern.

"Shut up and come on." He looked back at you. His eyes widened. Your shirt was already on the seat. Your lacy bra was squeezing your chest in all the right ways. You unbuttoned your pants and shaked them down your legs. Jake would pay all the money in the world for you to do that again, just this time he wanted to be behind you.

He didn't question you. He just followed your lead. "You are wild, honey bee. I'll give you that." You grabbed the eco soap from your purse.

"I always come here and take a shower in the water. I was going to do it when everyone went to bed tonight, but it's going to be a little harder sneaking out this time..." you trailed unsure if Jake knew the two of you were sharing a room in the cabin. You continued "normally, I dont have anything on but youre not getting a full show." He pulled his shirt over his head.

"You are wild." He was lost for word, speaking the same sentence again. He continued trying to find the right words to say. He loved this embodiment of pure freedom you seemed to have. He just couldn't find a way to tell you how much he liked that about you. He took off his clothes leaving his boxers. You took a heavy flashlight and set it on the hood of the gator. It shined like a spotlight on the water flowing off the mountain. You made your way to the flat rock that created a nice floor and stood under the water.

Jake stopped watching as the water flowed down your hair and skin. Each drop of water seemed to be slow motion. Your lips spilt into a gasp as the cool water teased your neck. You lifted your hair drenching it in the liquid. Jakes eyes trailed down your body. He wanted to soak up every inch in fear that it was the only time he would see it. His eyes connected to your ass as you turned your chest to the water. He realized you were wearing a g string. He couldn't stop the bulge from forming. His hands begging to give the swelling some relief. You turned back towards him. "You gettin' in or are you just gonna stand there in your boxers and watch?" The bubbles forming around your body with the soap being added.

He honestly thought about just taking the show. Jake decided a shower with a hottie in a waterfall would be some story worth telling the boys when he got back home. He walked up to the flat rock and the water cooled his skin.

You watched as the water hit his back. You traced down each muscle with your eyes. Your gaze peeked down to his boxers. You giggled. "God malibu. Your boxers are screaming 'Barbie'." He looked down while adding soap to his body. His pink boxers had palm trees speckled across them. He met your eyes.

"You checking me out?" Your eyes traveled down his strong legs. Then, back to his eyes.

"I'm just making sure you know what you're doing." You spoke softly.

He smirked. "You used that one already." He looked down at you, watching your eyes. You looked back down his body and noticed the growth in his palm trees.

"Oh, I know." You weren't focused out your words. You were focused on the sex appeal of this dream man. It had been so long since you've been touched. You could feel the warmth stirring between your legs. You wanted to hear him say your name in the dirtiest ways, forcing you into positions where you were most vulnerable, you wanted to smell his chemistry mix with yours, you could almost feel his fingers teasing your clit making you beg to cum. You broke from the daze. He was so close to you. His lips were inches from yours. You had been pulling like gravity closer to him, lost in the thought of his sex. If you just take this step. You know you won't turn back. You could feel his throbbing erection where his hand was in your daze. It had pressed perfectly against your clit. You moaned so softly. Just one step. Just one more move, and this could be it. "Jake I, I-" you shuddered as he stepped closer, his member pressing harder against your sensitivity. You wanted this so badly.

"You're driving this time, remember, you tell me where I'm going." He stated so simply.

"I'm - I'm sorry. I'm not the type to just sleep around." He stood still fighting off every nerve in his body.

"What if after tonight we go out on a date, just you and me?" You looked down at his lips looking for the lie, looking for the truth, looking for anything to tell you what his intentions were. Your hips jerked slightly as you tried to fight the urge yourself. You let out another moan as he rubbed unintentionally against your aching body.

"Then what? I move to California? Thats not realistic. I have a life here and we just met." He grabbed your hands pulling them to his chest holding them delicately.

"I have a month here, if you take a month's vacation, you can fly home with me. See how you like California. Ill pay for your expenses. You can run a business out of state. You can build a new life in California. You're free. We dont have to do anything tonight. Just say yes to a date. We can really give this an honest try." His word cut you like a knife. You were so close, your body was ready to take every piece of him. You just had to take one step. You had promised to give him a shot. Your pledge is your reason. You take the step closing the gap suddenly. The kiss is passionate and needy. He releases your hands and grips your waist firmly as if he is worried about losing you. He rocks back and forth teasing your clit with the tip of his boxer covered cock.

The cloth was giving you no protection from the teasing. "I can tell you what I think now." He mumbled into your lips. "Mmm" was all you could muster as your tongue danced with his. He picked your legs up with ease and guided your back to the smooth rock wall. You whined against his lips losing the feeling of his tip on your clit. He broke the kiss, released your legs, and rubbed his fingers up and down the folds of your warmth. "The waterfall wasn't exactly what I had in mind before now..." he trailed. "It wasn't mine either." You cried out as he rubbed softly on your clit again. "Please..." you begged bitterly.

"That was on my mind." He kissed you again and removed his hand.

"Please... Jake." you cried out again.

He rubbed again but it was so soft. You were aching for more force in his touch. "Scream my name as loud as you need to sugar, were miles away from the party. No one is going to hear you cum. I want you to beg for it. Scream my name and your pleads for what you want me to do to you."

"Jake, please touch my pussy." you screamed out as his hand added pressure to your sensitive clit. "Please Jake make me cum." He pushed your thong to the side and pressed his bare palm rubbing with intensity. "Please will you lick my pussy, I need you, Jake. I want to taste myself on your tongue." His laugh lines lifted into his signature smirk.

"You are so fucking sexy." He melted down to his knees. Wanting nothing more then to please you in whatever way you begged him to do so.

His hands pulled down the thong leaving it level to the ground. His tongue rubbed on your clit. You could feel the warmth. You screamed in pleasure as he quickened his pace.

"Please Jake, I'm so close." You could feel the rough texture of his tongue against the most delicate part of your body.

"Jake, I'm cumming!" You scream. He continues as your knees buckle beneath you. You scream in such pleasure. You feel euphoria course through your nerves. Each second feeling the sense of high reaching every possible area on your body.

Jake let you ride out the high against his tongue. He lifted to his feet and you immediately met his lips. Your tongue grazing across his. He gave you everything you asked for. The sweetness of your flavor on his lips giving you what you craved.

He grabbed a handful of hair at the base of your neck. He tilted your head back and sucked the bottom of your neck. He pulled back, letting go of your hair, and looked deep into your eyes. "Please let me make you cum, Jake." His eyes flashed with sheer pleasure. "I'm on the pill. I can take it. Please, Jake I'm begging you. I want your cum." He bit his lip and led you back to the middle of the flat rock. He laid down and you followed him. You straddled him and rocked your hips against his.

"Make... me... cum." He was direct with his order. His eyes rolled back. He could feel the warmth of your pussy rubbing against his throbbing cock. You stripped his boxers down and ripped off your bra. You slid the tip in and circled teasing him. He groaned breathing heavily.

"You're such a tease." He shoved his cock into you thrusting his hips. You screamed out in the sudden pleasure. He groaned as he could feel your walls wrap around his cock. You recovered then bounced up and down his shaft. "You're so tight" He bit his lip and groaned his lifted his hands rubbing you nipples. The cold water of the waterfall now closer, misting your hot bodies. "Jake you're going to make me cum again." Your fingers teased your clit. Your other hand was stabilizing your speed and balance.

"Cum all over me. Cum while I'm inside you. Beg me to cum inside you when hit that high." His thrusting paced matching yours.

"Jake!" You screamed as you clit tingled under your pressured fingertips.

"Please cum inside my tight pussy!" You felt the euphoria take over your body again. Jake sped up and suddenly was thrusting deeply. His eyes rolled back feeling his own high. You were riding it out together as his cum released filling you.

Chapter 4

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Shadow Knight, and Magic Girls Vi

Chapter 6

Red yawned. "Sure is quiet tonight."

"I know, right?" Yellow answered.

White looked around. "The Grimm aren't very active tonight."

"I'm not sensing anything," Black muttered.

Crimson nodded. "Well, lets call it a night, then. Unless, you four want to go looking for the Shadow Knight?"

Blake grimaced. "I'd like to, but he's been quiet the last couple nights, I wonder what schemes he's up to?"

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Jaune grimaced as he was shot with a hose of cold water and soapy bubbles.

It was pass midnight, and they had not gone to get anything to eat, yet.

Instead they had taken him to a car-wash, to clean up Amber's car, and Jaune.

That said, Amber hadn't been lying, she knew how to get blood out of the seats.

He had been nervous about cops for a moment, but Melanie sent a text, and said they didn't need to worry.

Then they sent him through the drier, and a fluffy pink bathrobe was pushed into his hands. "There, we've had enough of your fine ass for now." Militia added.

Jaune slipped it on, then moaned happily, feeling warm and dry and clean.

For some reason Militia blushed, then got behind him and pushed him forward. "Come on, lets go get breakfast."

Jaune nodded. "Sounds good."

The five of them then went into a nearby dinner, unnoticing of the four boys staring in awe at Jaune in nothing but a bathrobe surrounded by hotties.

Cardin dropped his fork. "My life is a lie."

Dove looked at him. "Cardin?"

"All this damn time, I've been playing the wrong game. Alpha this, Chad that." He put his hands in his hands. "Badass, or whatever. I need whatever he's got." Cardin jerked a thumb at Jaune who was looking at the menu.

Then noticing how tired and drained he looked, and how relax and satisfied the girls looked.

Seeing that, they could only salute in honor, then left. Giving him a pat on the back as they left.

Jaune looked confused.

"What was that?" Vernal asked, drinking coffee.

"I don't know, but I think I just made amends with my former bullies." Jaune said uncertainly.

"You get bullied?" Vernal laughed. "Yeah, right. I've heard you earlier, what are they made of steel?"

"No, flesh and bone, but I did say former, this was over a year ago, and I made my stance known on bullying since then." He smirked. "I almost got expelled when I did that."

Vernal leaned back, smirking. "Sweet." She then looked at Jaune's chest. "You ever think about getting inked up? Scars are sexy and all, but so is ink." She pulled down her shirt slightly, showing where her sleeve ended near her chest, Jaune getting a nice view was just a coincident.

Jaune turned away, blushing. "Maybe."

"Just think on it, Tiger."

Jaune felt a shove on his shoulder. "Move over," Militia pushed on him, but struggled to even make him budge, until Jaune obliged, and found himself pinned in the middle of the booth.

Amber and Vernal on one side, Melanie and Militia on the other.

Breakfast in the middle.

Jaune made his choice.

The girls then bonded in fascination as they watch Jaune put away enough food to feed a family of body-builders.

Though, soon as they were all done eating, reality made itself known.

"So, what now?" Vernal asked, holding her mug.

"What do you mean?" Melanie added.

"You came to our house and-" Amber caught herself. "You know, we might have allied for the moment, but it doesn't change what happened."

Militia shrugged. "That's true." She picked at her omelette. "I don't feel like killing anybody right now, though."

"Not when you don't have any men backing you up?" Jaune added, looking at her omelette hungrily, which she quickly surrendered.

Melanie scoffed. "Like that would help, our boys are dead for nothing, we saw your handiwork, what you deal with, we'd have to call in support from some PMC's that owe us if we wanted to put you down."

Amber bowed her head. "I'll go back, live in a compound if that's what you two want, just let them leave."

"Junior's dead." Militia said flatly. "We're going to have to tell Big Bear, he's not going to be happy."

"I know. But, just consider,-"

"Amber, I heard what you said to Junior." Jaune said piercingly. "Why did you want to die?"

The table went silent.

"Jaune, please-"

"You tried to throw your life away, if that's the case, I found it, it's mine now." Jaune said, he poked her chest. "You're don't have the authority to do give it to them, so tell me, so I can help you."

Amber bowed under his gaze. "I can't stand it. Couldn't stand it anymore. I'm saving people who make other people's lives a living hell. How am I supposed to live with myself?"

Vernal shrunk in on herself, Jaune noted that but said nothing.

"I've spent my whole life wanting to help people, and now, due to my own choices, I'm obliged to make other's lives hell by proxy, I couldn't live with myself Jaune. I've always heard, rumors, I guess, that thinks attack people out there." She paused, she shook a little.

"I thought, if I went out, maybe I could do some good, If I got killed by one of those things, maybe, it'd keep someone else alive."

Smack.

Jaune stared at Vernal, she had slapped Amber right across the face. "What the hell, are you thinking?! What right do you have to give up your life? Jaune's right, you should be his, because you can't seem to think at all!"

Jaune blushed.

Phrasing.

"Just because, they're bad guys, doesn't make you a bad girl, sure, they do bad things, but does that stop normal doctors from saving criminals, either? No! You're just doing your job, and if you feel so bad, go volunteers some fucking hours, you damn idiot!" She pulled her into. "What do you think I'd do without you?" Jaune heard her whisper.

He heard Amber start to sob, without thinking, Jaune started rubbing circles in her back.

"Ok, that's nice, but there are pretty good guys who work with us, that you saved." Melanie said sharply. "What? Do you think everyone who works outside the law is just a puppy-eating monster? No, they're just people like you, me, or him. It just so happens, this might be best way to pay they're bills, or the only job they can get."

Amber looked at her. "I know that, but it doesn't make me feel any better!"

"Then shut up," Militia said coldly.

Vernal looked ready to start a brawl, but Jaune put a hand her shoulder.

"Blondies right, you don't have a right to your own life anymore, but it's not his, or yours, or hers. It's ours, it ceased to be your own when you signed on with us to get out of Mistral," She shifted her finger to Vernal. "And, her away from the Branwens, we risked our lives, and connections in Mistral to get you two here." Militia sighed taking a breath. "The least you could do is honor that."

Melanie took over. "Look, I'll admit it, Junior jumped the gun, he shouldn't have done what he did, and we should have tried to curb his anger, but it's too late for that." She took a drink of water, side-eyeing Jaune.

"We'll just have to live with ourselves then." Jaune said tiredly. "Look, I'm not sorry, not at all, I like living, but more than that, I like other people living happily." He drank his glass of water to the bottom. "So, how are we going to solve this? I'm not dying, and I'm not handing them over, this the starting lines on negotiating."

Melanie gave him a brave look. "You and what authority?"

Jaune sighed, then casually pushed her. Melanie and her sister went falling out of the booth.

From on the floor, she looked up at him. "Ok, point taken."

"You were sitting next to me," Jaune pointed out. "I could have done any number of things, but that was it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever mister muscles." Militia said getting back in the booth.

Melanie sitting back down next to pink-robed boy, nodded. "Alright, but think about this from another point of view. They're homeless, you're a teenager, they have no job without us, or finances, and I doubt you have the means to support them."

Jaune nodded. "Yeah, that's true, but we could figure out something?"

"Look, we're the reason they even got into the Kingdom, without us, they'd have Kingdom Immigration forces breathing down they're necks. Even if you protect them from us, could you protect them from the taxman?"

"What if I marry them?" Jaune said idly, making them freeze up.

"First off, bigamy isn't legal in Vale anymore, second off, you're not of age, they're go to jail."

"Only if my parents don't consent, and they always want more grandchildren."

"That's true, but we're just talking about green-card marriage, getting them knocked up is a huge decision. Can you really afford to be a father, and do your heroing, Mr. Knight?" Melanie added more weight to her argument by the minute.

Jaune shrank.

"If you die, what then? They no longer have your protection, and the children grow up without a father. Your family has to take up the burden, and we are free to target-"

Jaune's hand ghost over her neck, barely stopping himself from snapping her neck. "You touch my family, fuck right or wrong, I will go to war with you. If I have literally tear myself apart to do so, I will, and I swear on my families name, I will leave you, your sister, your mother, father, and the rest of your gang nothing to be remember as but another bloody page in history, am I clear?"

Melanie stared into his eyes, and knew, in her soul, that he was telling her the truth.

"Yes." Jaune retracted his hand, but did not relax.

"Amber," He said calmly. "We're going to renegotiate the contract."

"What?"

The twins stared at him. "What?"

"Bring me to Big Bear, we're going to talk."

"Are you insane?" Militia asked.

"Probably, but, if he's going to find out his son's dead, it may as well come from the killers lips." He turned to look at the car. "And, if nothing else, I imagine he can wait to kill me a bit, if I give him some information."

Melanie leaned forward. "What could you have to offer him?"

Jaune smirked. "Well, you can't tell me, that you're not curious about those monsters, so, what makes you think you're boss wouldn't be either."

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"Red." Black said ominously. "Where's my books?"

"Ju-just give me a little more time, please?" Red squeaked, hovering back from the eerie presence Black was giving off.

"Oh ho ho, you want more time? What will give me for it?" Black held her hand to her mouth.

Red stiffened. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Black looked at her like she was a idiot.

"Ok, more than you already are!" Red huffed. "At this rate just go ahead and tell them! It can't be any worse, than -, What- what is that in your hand?" Red held a shaking hand at to what Black held.

In her hand, a scroll, it was playing a video of Red. It was a compilation labeled, Magic Red Fails.

It was over two-hours long.

Part 1 of 10.

Red's eyes began to water. "Please, don't." She asked sadly.

"Red." Black said softly. "I'm not Yellow, or Ms. Purple, that won't work on."

"Dag-na-bit!" Red sort of swore.

"Wow, why don't really let me know how you feel?"

"I'm sorry, I just don't like being backed into a corner, alright?!" Red then sighed. "What are your demands, oh great and awesomey, Magic Girl Black?"

Black reached behind her, bringing out a list. Red read it, then kept reading it, then paled as the scroll started to unfurl further and further down till it hung in the air ten feet down from where it started.

It was only after hovering down half-way down the list, that Red realized she couldn't actually read anything on it, as it was just shifting illusionary words meant to take up empty space.

"Did-did you use your magic just for a joke?" Red said confused.

Black didn't blush, but hurriedly rolled up the paper. "I'll just forward it to you later. Don't disappoint me." Then flew away as fast as possible.

Red hung there in the air. "She can make jokes?" Stupefied. "I can tell no one. They will never believe me."

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It was a generic office building, well-kept, but uninteresting, where the Xiong Family met. If one where to peer from the outside, they could never guess what was going on in the inside.

Jaune sat on the floor before a mountain of man, taller and broader than he was, with flowing grey and black mane of hair, and well-groomed beard.

His eyes were somewhat beady, but they're intense and focused.

Big Bear, Hei Xiong Sr. was dressed similar to Jaune in just a robe, but his was far more formal and expensive.

He was attended to by a dozen, pretty and young women, all barely dressed at all in short, thin silk dresses, and they all looked more than happy to be here with Big Bear.

With a gesture from the man's massive paw, one of them came over and poured them both a cup of some strong smelling fruity alcohol.

"Drink." The man said simply.

"No." Jaune responded.

"It's not poisoned."

"I don't drink. I'm not legal."

"Bufafafa!" The man bellowed, slapping the ground. The ground shook like a dump-truck hit the building. "You're a silly child. What are you? 18? 20?"

"17."

"When I was your age, I'd drink my own weight every night." Big Bear said reminiscing. "Though, I can't say I'm as wild as you are."

Jaune nodded. "I can't say many are." He looked at the drink. "I mean no offense, but I like to be clear as minded as possible, at all times."

Big Bear took his cup and drained in two gulps, his cup was the size of a mixing bowl. "That's not a slight is it?"

"Not at all, but considering I spend most nights on the streets fighting ... things, I try to not be drunk."

Big Bear chuckled. "Usually, it's the other way around, getting drunk most nights and then trying not to get into street fights, but it happens."

There was a pause, with only water trickling from a fountain in the back and the girls moving to fill the void.

"You killed my son," Big Bear said simply.

"I did."

"He was my only son."

"So he was."

"Drink." Big Bear said simply, pushing the cup to Jaune. "To his memory, oh, killer of my blood."

Jaune stared at cup, it was the same size as Big Bears.

Holding it, he held it out. "Cheers, to his memory."

Big Bear had his cup refilled, then met his cup. "To his life."

Jaune drank deeply from his cup, drinking till there was no more to drink. It burned going down, with a heavy musky taste, but it was also sweet and fruity.

"Not bad for a first timer." Big Bear said amused. "More?"

Jaune shrugged. "Why not?"

"Good." Big Bear said. "If you are to die tonight, die with warmth in your veins."

Jaune nodded. "If I am." He took another long drink after his cup refilled, he was starting to feel loose and warmer. He smiled, his eyes watery from the scent of the drink. "So, shall we get down to business."

Big Bear straighten himself out. "Yes." He said seriously. "You want to renegotiate for Ms. Autumn, and her friend? And, your own life, I suppose?"

"Preferably," Jaune said loosely, then smirked. "Or, if you wish, we could negotiate for yours?"

Big Bear blinked at him. "Daring aren't you?"

"Seven women, all with suppressors," He gestured to the scantily clad women, pointing out the hidden weapons on them. "All of them, aimed at me from the moment I enter this room, at least one might hit me, but not before, I can break your neck." Jaune laughed, the drink was getting to him. "Even if they do hit me, I'll make sure to take every one of you bastards with me." Jaune smiled, it was predatory.

Big Bear blinked again. He drank when he met with those that talk with him, to weaken the barriers between them, to lower inhibitions and make them expose they're truth.

He smiled, so this boy's truth was so bloodthirsty?

"Oh, you think you can take me?"

"Oh, definitely. You're bigger and stronger than me, maybe," Jaune sloshed his cup. "But, also bigger, slower, older, and ... and, well, I just have to break you neck once, right?" Jaune leaned back. "I mean even if I don't, you're what sixty? Seventy?"

"59," Big Bear added.

"Whoops, anyway, you're getting older, I don't have to kill you, if I hit you hard enough, you're not going to recover again. You're body is slowing down, and so is your healing. I break your leg, arm, ribs, it won't ever be back to 100%. Then what?"

Big Bear nodded. "Correct, but your point?"

"Might makes Right? I guess?" Jaune stretched. "Lets not play pretend, saying you got this far by being just a good business man and leader, though, I bet that helped, but you're such a big-mother fucker, that you could just throw most men out the door, if you get crippled, and you have no heir, then what?"

"I imagine, I'll be dethroned."

"Exactly, imagine if I kill you, then what? You're whole organization falls apart, decades of work gone in months, because every black-suited jackass here will be scurrying for the scraps you leave behind. No heir, no leader, then all your sub-bosses will think, 'My turn.' Wouldn't they? You don't get to the top by being a nice-guy, right?"

"You sure are threatening my life a lot, for a man here for peace talks." Big Bear said amused.

Jaune shrugged. "You're the one that made me lower my inhibitions, I know what drink does, doesn't make you do anything you wouldn't already do, it just makes you not think twice about it."

Big Bear smiled widely. "I love honesty, what I love about booze, always brings out the realness in people. Can't hide anything, much less anything to yourself." He then sighed. "I like you, boy. Shame though."

"Yeah, can't imagine you're just going to let me get away with everything." Jaune straighten up. "My deepest apologies for you loss." He kneeled till his head touched the floor. "I'd offer my life, but that will not make up for your pain."

Big Bear grunted.

"But, I can not offer you revenge, not yet, I have to give my demands."

"Which are?"

Jaune rose looking him in the eyes. "Move Ms. Autumn to an actually hospital, offer your continued protection to Vernal, do not hold any grudges towards the Malachite Sisters, harm my family, and finally," Jaune took a breath. "Please, do not let my work got unfinished."

Big Bear stared at him curiously.

Jaune stared him pupil to pupil. "The death of the monsters that hunt the night."

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"So, how's the crush, White?" Yellow asked as they flew over the park.

"How's the black-eye?" White responded.

"What black-eye, - ah!" Yellow then crashed into a ice-berg hovering in mid-air, crashing through it.

White watched as Yellow then slammed through several trees in her fall. "Hmm, they saw vengeance is empty, but I don't know, this feels pretty cathartic." A fire ignited on the ground catching on the broken trees like tinder, as from the ground, as a luminously angry Yellow soared up at White, who gulped and flew away as fast as she could.

"Not as planned, not as planned!" She muttered, as she heard Yellow roared behind her.

------

Big Bear was silent.

"You aren't blind, or deaf." Jaune accused. "You can't possibly think I was solely responsible for all the deaths of your men, do you?" He points to his teeth. "Do you think I am the one who ripped them apart with my great fangs?" He curls his fingers. "Or, do you think I used my sharp, long claws to cut them apart?"

"I know of them." Big Bear said after a silence. "These are what you go out at night to combat, Shadow Knight?"

"For as long as I have been able, for as long as they've existed."

"Hmm, I did not realize you have lived step for step with all of mankind's history. That contradicts your statement of being only 17, who's the real, old man here?"

Jaune's eyes widened. "They go back that far? I thought that they only showed up last year..." He searched Big Bear's face for any lies. "You're telling the truth."

"Yes. How arrogant you are."

"That means-"

"Tales go back as far as the dawn of man, telling story of monsters in the dark, of to beware the night. Tell me, do think they are all fable?"

"No, not now." Jaune stared at him intensely. "Then what do you know?"

Big Bear breathed heavily, his breath still smelling of they're drink. "Not enough."

Jaune smiled bitterly. "Isn't that the truth."

"But, I do know what my own father had told me, what his father told him, my family is old boy, dating back to the founding of Haven herself." His eye suddenly looked much older. "To not go wandering into that dark night, less you find yourself consumed by it."

Jaune listened.

"When I was a boy, around your age, I had everything I could desire. Money. Women. Power. Influence. Friends to drink with. I was the master of my fate, and was set to inherit this seat before you, which I did, but that's a story for another day." He breathed out, he started to tremble. "I thought, I believed truly, that I was unstoppable." He brought his head up, staring at Jaune with haunted eyes. "I met something that was truly unstoppable."

----

White met Black mid-air, stared at each other, seeing panic in one's face and embarrassment in the other.

"We never saw each other." White said quickly, looking behind her for any sign of Yellow.

Black nodded. "Agreed." She saw what looked like a small yellow bonfire approaching from behind White. "Good Luck."

"Thanks, I'll need it!" Then they separated. "Wait! Where's Red? She might be my only hope to calm down her sis-, I mean Yellow."

Black then disappeared, saying nothing.

"Well, that's a lot of help, you are!"

-----

"I had decided one night, to return to my motherland one summer." Big Bear said. "To go back to Mistral, to see the place of my grandfather's birth." He paused, thinking, smiling. "I had been young and full of myself, it was as you said 'a big-mother fucker,' " He smiles pridefully. "I could knock out any man I saw, and have any women I put my gaze on. It did not matter that I was a stranger in a old, old land. I was King. I could not be toppled."

He took a deep drink, his cup empty, he dropped it. A girl came over with a bottle, but he wavered her away. "No, not a drop more for me," He looked at Jaune. "You?"

"Do you want to see me drunk?"

"Bufafafa!" He laughed. "No, I don't think I do, you're bad enough tipsy."

He paused. "Funny, how the Gods write our fate, I only had the one child, and no woman has ever approached me with a bastard." He looked sadly. "I would never turn away a woman, either. Yet..."

Jaune scanned the women around him. Not a single belly-bump on any of them. But, it was obvious to him they're relationship, Jaune could practically smell him on them.

"Excuse this old man his rambling," Big Bear bowed slightly, there was a genuine sorrow in his eyes. "Back to my tale. I was young once, and proud too, I thought I was a master of all I saw. Despite my arrogance, though, I made many good friends in my time in the Old Land. We fought together, drank together, laughed together, I thought I had found by comrades that I could take back with me to Vale. One that would be with for the rest of my life as I tore a bloody swathe through our fair city, till I reigned as her master."

He looked out into the cities night. "It was not to be."

"This was some thirty years ago, the last free years of my life," Big Bear turned to a woman. "Bring me some water, please." She obliged. "I wanted to leave my mark on Mistral before I left, to take my place as you see here."

Jaune looked at him. "You met them didn't you?"

"A big one. I had heard rumors, of something in the deep country of Mistral, where they still practice the old ways, away from our living, they're very spiritual people, powerful too." He looked Jaune over. "But, not like us, brutes. They're power is more subtle and focused."

Jaune looked at him curiously. "How so?"

"They're a slippery people, impossible to touch or sneak up on, and strong enough to slip a boulder in two." He looked at his hands. "If you haven't seen it, you wouldn't believe it."

Jaune thought back to firing point blank into that girl, and not even phasing her. "No, go on, I believe you.'

Big Bear looked at him, then blink. "You've fought one, haven't you?"

Jaune nodded. "If I can help it, I'd like to never do so again."

Big Bear thought for a second. "In this city. Recently," The great man sounded shaken. "It's related to all the property damage isn't?" The man put two and two together. "They're fight those monsters aren't they?"

"You've seen the streak of light at night, haven't you? They weren't meteor, or swamp gas. They're powerful, but they're uncontrollable, unskilled. They're still plenty of monsters that they miss, possibly because of how unskilled they are."

Big Bear breathed slowly. "Bufafa," He chuckled slowly. "You just keep destroying my world, don't you?"

"Not destroying, just making room."

"I had heard stories about people like that too, back in Haven, in the Old Land. Stories of girls of great power?" He looked at Jaune's face. "I see. Back to my tale." He took a drink of water, then smiled. "I got my ass handed to me on a platter by one of those people, it was awe-inspiring. I was so confident, and that lost spurred a fire in me that I never knew existed."

"I know the one." Jaune agreed.

"It made me stupid." Big Bear continued. "I had lost to a person that was half my size, and old. It was embarrassing beyond belief, all my comrades rushed him, they got the same fate. We were fools, he had come to warn us. He knew what we were out here for.

"He knew of the beast out there, generations of his family knew of it, and none had bested it, only survived. The Nuckaleeve."

-----

Red was still hovering in the air, when White flew and hid behind her. "Red! Red! Save me!"

"From what?"

"That!" She pointed at fire-storm approaching them.

"Oh." She patted White's shoulder. "Nice run, kid."

"This is not the time for jokes!"

"Ok, ok!" Red said, then flew at Yellow. "Yellow! Stop, bad Yellow! Bad!" She said with a finger pointing at her accusingly.

"What?! White started it!"

"Did she?"

"I mean ... kinda?"

Red looks at the burning park in the distance. "Sure, she did."

"Argh, fine. Maybe, I over-reacted, just a little bit?"

"Yellow."

"Fine! I'm sorry, White for messing with you."

"Thank you." White said haughtily.

"White." Red said.

"And, I'm sorry for giving in to your provacation."

"Good." Red said, she jerked a thumb at the ground. "Because, we got company!"

Hundreds of Grimm were charging towards them, following Yellow's path.

Yellow punched her hands together. "Good, I could use some stress relief!" She threw a glance at White. "Be glad it's not you."

White smirked. "Want to make a bet? I believe I can slay more Grimm than you can."

"Oh, it's on, my sister from another mister!"

"I'm in too!"

-----

"We chased after it anyway," Big Bear continued. "I called in every favor I could, I had something to prove. I wanted this thing dead, if I couldn't beat that old man, I was going to one up him, prove myself superior, then return home a champion."

Jaune looked at him sadly. "I see."

"I had made many friends during my stay in Haven, many with connections to powerful forces. Millions of Lien spent in one night. Tanks, APC's, Experimental Weapons powered by Dust, Guns, Rockets, Jets, hundreds of men. All led by one brass balled idiot."

Big Bear gestured to himself. "I have never had one moment in time I wanted to turn back more than that night." He moved his hand as if winding back a clock. "We were slaughtered, it wasn't a fight, not even close to one." He shook. "I don't even know I how I survived. I just woke up the next morning, my leg broken, and the remaining men pulling me out. They said nothing to me, but I knew they blamed me, they wanted to kill me. But, for whatever reason, they choose not to. They're are nights I wish they had."

"Your comrades?"

"Dead. Not even enough to bury. Miles of beautiful old country gone, but It wasn't scratched. It rampaged for days, and when we went to where that Old Man lived ... The village was flattened, and he was a not much more than twisted bone and skin. Horrible way to go, the Thing seemed like it had a personal hatred for him, we just pissed it off enough to make it act on it."

"Did ... Anyone?"

"Yes." Big Bear answered bluntly. "A little boy. The Grandson of the Man. I took him in, you know, took him back with me, along with two little infant girls, the daughters of the former heir of ... Well, that's not for you know." He stared at Jaune harshly. "I imagine you can guess."

"I can."

His eyes softened. "I fucked up. Not just on that, but on being a father." He said hatefully, but not to Jaune. "I spoiled him, gave him everything he could have ever wanted, thinking that would make up for taking away his family." He slammed his fist on the floor. "It made him a conceited little shit, who thought the world owed him everything."

Jaune breathed out. "Shit."

"Yes."

Silence reigned.

"What now?" Jaune asked.

"I don't know." He looked at Jaune, eyes uncertain. "I truly don't know. I can't let you go, but I don't blame you either. But, you are a good man, better than me." Big Bear reached into his robe, pulling out a pair of twin axes. "Blood demands blood."

Jaune stood up. "Blood demands blood, however, my demands?"

"Granted." Big Bear said softly. "On my words, for all the meaning it may have to you."

"Everything." He looked away. "Could... You tell my parents I love them?"

"I could."

"In my room, if you search, you'll find everything I have on the Monsters, all my records. How I fought them, how I won, what I know."

"Bow, child."

Jaune knelt.

"Hand out."

Jaune put his hand out.

One of the axes fell into his hand.

Blood dripped down from Big Bear's other hand.

"Cut your hand, boy."

Jaune looked up in confusion.

"As I say."

Jaune made a line across his hand.

"Hold it out."

Jaune did so.

Big Bear, Hei Xiong Sr. Grabbed Jaune's hand, they're blood mingling.

"From this day on, you are a member of the Xiong Clan. Welcome, my heir to the family."

Jaune froze, looking dumb-struck. "You don't want me dead?"

"A little bit, but as you say, I'm old, I have no heir, my men are power-hungry idiots. But you? You're young strong, brave, and most of all, smart. You're what the family needs." He looked down at him. "What is your name, boy? Mr. Shadow Knight, sound a bit too title like."

"Jaune, Jaune Arc."

"Arc?" He paused. "Interesting. Regardless. From this day on, to replace the blood you have spelt, you will take it's place. Rise, Jaune Arc Xiong, my son. For where I have failed, you shall succeed."

Jaune rose up awkwardly. "I still have parents,"

Big Bear shrugged. "Then just call me Uncle Xiong, nephew."

"I'm not a criminal."

Uncle Xiong looked at him like a fool. "No one said you had to be... Well, you already kinda of are. But, that doesn't mean I need you to be a criminal, I have plenty. No, I want you to be my sword in the dark. Against the monsters out there."

Jaune nodded. "That I can be."

Uncle Xiong smiled. "Good." Then he looked down. "Have you not been wearing pants this whole time?"

#jaune arc #fanfic

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coconurt · 6 months

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WOOOOO MISSING SCENE TIME!! Wow, I haven't written anything since august, bout time, huh?

Yes, yes I very much know this is how it starts: I watch a new show, I lose my mind a little bit, I write a little drabble, and it's all over for me for 6 to 9 business months /pos

ANYWAY! VOL 9 BRAINROT, BABYYY >:D

(spoilers for rwby vol 9. obvi)

~~~

When the dam burst, it burst catastrophically.

Ugly words poured out in a torrent, aimed like bullets straight for her teammates. At the time, it had felt… well, not good, exactly. More like release.

"No time, right? Gotta get home. Gotta help Jaune. Gotta find someone who isn't just going to screw everything up."

When Weiss shrank back, she turned her anger on her sister. On her sister's partner.

"Gotta stay positive, right? Smiles all around!" She advanced on them, slowly, and Yang placed herself protectively in front of Blake. On literally any other day, that small action would've broken her heart. Not then, though.

Right then, she didn't care.

"Maybe even finally get our feelings sorted out." Something like a corrupted sort of jealousy surged in her chest. "Good for you, by the way—we're all

happy

for you."

"Hey," Yang had warned, her voice sharp. But Ruby had already moved on.

She made the mistake of bringing a grieving Jaune into it, then. He lashed out. Struck the killing blow, blamed her for the five of them getting stuck there, and that was it. There was no more for her to say.

She was empty. Empty of momentum, empty of words, empty of hope. Empty of everything except the overwhelming hurt threatening to tear her apart in front of everyone she loved.

So she left.

~~~

This leg of their journey had been quiet, which was a nice change of pace.

Sort of.

Good in the sense that it gave the five of them a well-deserved rest. Bad that it gave Ruby plenty of time to think about things.

About everything.

Something she really did not want to do.

And it must've shown on her face, because—

"Out with it, Rubes."

Yang's voice startled her out of her thoughts. She whipped her head to the side just in time to catch the tail end of the Look (patent pending) her sister was giving her right before she turned her attention back to the road in front of them.

She blinked, feeling like a deer that had just been spotted by a hound. Her mouth felt oddly dry, all of a sudden.

"G- uh. Out with… what?"

Yang shot her a second, even less impressed look. "Come on. I can tell when you've got something you want to say. You've been fidgety all day and silent for the last couple miles. So out with it."

Her stomach plunged, and an icy feeling spread through her chest. Biting her lip, she worried the edge of her cowl between two fingers. Now or never, she guessed. Might as well take advantage of the moment of quiet while it lasted.

They wouldn't be mad at her for bringing it up, right...?

"Well, I… I've been thinking… about the thing… about what I said. The… I just… I didn't mean it, any of it… I was just…"

"Deeep breath," Yang drawled. "Start over."

Blake peeked around Yang from where she walked on the blonde's other side. "It's okay, Ruby. Take your time." Her face held nothing but kind concern. "You know you can talk to us about anything, right?"

Ah. There that was again. She'd been hearing that a lot after their escape from the Ever After. She knew they were just trying to help. Turn over a new leaf, take some of the burden of everything off her shoulders instead of letting her carry it alone. It was sweet, but… it was taking a bit of getting used to.

Ruby released the breath that had gotten lodged in her chest. She closed her eyes, did as Yang asked, then reopened them and turned to face the other two.

"I didn't mean what I said. Back at the paper village. I'm sorry."

Blake got it right away. Her ears drooped with sad sympathy. "Ruby—" she started.

Yang gave her a strange look, just for a moment. She tilted her head, then realization dawned in her eyes.

"Ruby no, you— don't apologize. We put way too much pressure on you, and—"

"—you were just venting…"

She held up a hand to stop them. "Maybe. But it wasn't fair to bring you two," she gestured to their clasped hands, "into it. You make great partners, and you're gonna make a great couple, too."

We are happy for you. All of us. I'm happy for you." She offered them a small smile, hoping it was enough. "I mean it, this time."

Yang returned the smile and opened her mouth to say something, but Blake suddenly ducked in front of her and lunged toward Ruby, wrapping her into a tight hug. Ruby caught her with a small oof. Yang wasted no time piling on, easily enveloping the both of them.

Ruby almost melted into the embrace. Tears pricked her eyes. "Does this mean… we're good?"

They only hugged her tighter, and that was all the answer she needed.

#hhhhhng *tries to get over my phobia of posting anything less than 1k*#this was fun :3 #rwby #rwby volume 9 #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9 spoilers #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby fanfiction #my fics #my writing

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howlingday · 11 months

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Rivals

"Hey, guys?" Ruby asked as she lowered her comic book. Weiss was writing in her journal and Yang was beating her high score on the other end of the couch. "Does Blake have a rival for Team JNPR?"

"What?" Weiss turned to face her leader. "What are you talking about?"

"A rival." Ruby repeated. "Someone she can match up with and pit herself against. Like two heroes who are compara- comper- very similar in their stats."

"Well, it ain't me." Yang said, twisting as she narrowly ended a career ending blow. "Sure, we're both powerhouses, but she's way too strong. She's more of a wild-card who swings at whatever you tell her to- WHOA!" Yang's screen bleeped those ever immortal words in her face. GAME OVER. She set down her controller, took a deep breath, calmly stood up, and declared, "I need to go hit something very... VERY hard." She then left to do so.

"Unpredictable?" Weiss rolled her eyes. "Well, don't look at me. I'm the furthest thing from her rival. If anyone is my rival, it would be Pyrrha Nikos."

"Or Jaune." Weiss shot a cold glare at Ruby. "It's true, though. He has a sword, you have a sword."

"Pyrrha also has a sword, and is world renown athlete."

"Were you a world renown athlete?"

Weiss flinched. "N-No, I was a singer."

"You know who else sings?"

"Puh-lease!" Weiss stood from her chair. "That buffoon's caterwauling can hardly be considered singing!"

"Sounds like he needs a rival to teach him." Ruby teased.

"Argh! You are so infuriating!" Ruby watched as Weiss stamped off in a huff.

"Hm, but if Jaune is her rival, then who's my rival?" Ruby pondered aloud. "Maybe we're all sort of each other's rivals? Like, we're all equally good at what we do, but in comparison, there's room for growth?" Ruby smiled at her very mature thought. "Ack! There's a rip in the page! Oh..." Ruby whined as she looked at her comic.

Nothing good lasts forever, it seems.

---------------------------------------------------

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Nora shouted as she slammed her palms against the table.

"It means your dialogue lasted only two paragraphs before becoming smut." Blake replied, pushing Nora's notebook away. "Your lewdness lacks story."

"Huh?! I'll kick your ass!" Nora shoved Blake's script across the table. "Your book is too dang long! I was excited to read something juicy, but it took so damn long to get there, you might as well have put a gun to their head and told them to make out!"

"It's called 'pacing', Nora."

"It's 'padding' is what it is!"

"There's no point in writing a story if you can't set the scene and give the readers details on what they need to visualize." Blake countered. "Who are these characters? Why are they meeting? What drives them to give in to their carnal desires."

"People don't care about that!" Nora waved her off. "Just put two people together, and they'll either bone or not bone!"

"Stop saying bone."

"No!" Nora jumped on the table. "BOOONE!"

"Stop it."

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!"

Blake huffed a sigh. This was a pointless argument. Nora and her were clearly two different writers. Blake invested her time in her story telling, whereas Nora put all of her energy in the details of the art of smut.

"I liked what you did with the finger and thumb."

"BOOO- Huh?" Nora crouched. "Really? I just threw that in because I thought it would feel good."

"It did." Blake nodded. "I imagined myself in her place."

"Ooh~!" Nora placed a hand over her mouth. "Getting naughty thoughts, are we~?"

"And you weren't?"

Nora was quiet for a moment. "Touché." She hopped down from the table, facing away. "I like when they cuddled afterwards and talked about the future." She smiled. "It made me hope for another chapter." She turned to Blake. "There is another chapter, right?"

With a cheshire grin atop folded hands, Blake gave Nora that little, addictive word every reader wants to hear. "Maybe."

#rwby #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie

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devilbrakers · 26 days

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oc in 15 (also lying)

hehe was tagged @aztarion to do this >:))) thank you jez <33

Rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

i also ended up adding context/details bc i didn't think a lot of these stood well on their own? idk!! dialogue is not my strength but i thought this was fun fjdsklf. these are all for gray ofc across a few fics

1.“So you went to the store, bought this, and came back just to feed me? And you didn’t think to get orange juice?” They ask, a smile stretching across their lips. The first genuine one in a while. - 2. “Why are we even doin’ this?” Gray moans in exaggerated despair, dramatically dragging their feet across the tar. - 3. “There are easier ways to get in my pants, sweetheart. All you had to do was ask.” They say with a forced smile before setting their shot glass down with a loud clack. - 4. “Don’t see why not.” They reply. “A little extra cash never hurt anybody.” - 5. Gray forces a stilted smile as they turn away from him, adjusting the straps across their chest. “Doubt you’ll have to wait long. Still haven’t found the other nests.” - 6. "Because you're an insufferable fuck. But you're my insufferable fuck." - 7. “I just… nobody’s said that to me in so long. It was always better not to hope for it and then I met you, and I never thought you’d feel the same way. Felt like too much to hope for.” - 8. "Shooting me would be kinder, no?" - 9. "What, so you think you can just waltz back into my life like nothin' happened? Like you didn't fucking abandon me?" - 10. “It’s half past smooching time.” They whisper to which Dante barks out a laugh. (i hate them sm <3) - 11. “Fuck, it’s worse than the last one.” Gray grumbles with a scowl, slowly bringing the glass to rest against their lips. - 12. Miko's mouth goes dry as the lie leaves her lips, her stomach twisting unpleasantly as she struggles to relax the tension in her muscles. It's the last thing on Earth she should be lying to his kid about and yet here she stands, keeping her word to that jackass so he can feel better about himself and his shitty fucking choices. They deserve better, better than Blake, better than her, better than this bleak, unstable life. And, fuck, the look on their face makes her wish she could've dragged him back here. "It's alright. Maybe he's with mom now..." They croak out, their anguish barely concealed. - 13. "You should be with someone else. Someone... normal. You don't deserve this life, don't deserve to die like... like some brute." 'Like everyone else' they wanted to say, that familiar sadness creeping back into their expression. Their shoulders tense, like the anticipatory grief is physically weighing on them. - 14. Gray laughs a little bit at that, much to Dante’s relief. “I guess I am. God knows she’s gonna be kickin’ my ass when I tell her everything I’ve done. ‘Guess I deserve it.” - 15. “I can handle myself.” Gray mutters, turning back around and not bothering with their own weapons. “Doubt anything’s even here anyway, this is a waste of time.” (said moments before disaster)

tag list (opt in/out): @numbaoneflaya @katsigian @dmc4 @opaleyedprince @mrs-theirin @celticwoman @vvanessaives @theonlyadawong @quickhacked @ebongrove @gothimp @pitchmoss @hibernationsuit

#haven't written in so long but i don't hate most of these 🤔#a lot of their fics don't have much dialogue especially if there aren't other characters since they don't tend to talk a lot otherwise. plu #i enjoy writing their inner monologue and details n shit like that wayyyy more than i do dialogue fjdkslfj #tag #my ocs #gray

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knight-dwx-09 · 1 year

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Return

After a long comfort from Juniper and the young girls including the still confused reaper and trying a different method to separated them like the boost himself and used the leaf which merely lead him to find himself once again. They were ready to went back to Remmant.

Oh yeah, Neo chose to stay there to fix herself. Nothing he should worry about, though he wishes the best for her.

After departing through the door, the five of them meet with the tree in her human form.

She began to retell the story of the god of brother, where two beings were created in the ever after for the purpose to take care of the place. Soon enough, they started to create a living being like the Curious Cat to fulfill theirs and even more. But their experiments became too much for the tree to handle, so it constructed a door to the greater beyond, allowing them to create even more.

She also say that how a dishonest path could cause a unfortunate change, and the horrible things about broken hearts is that there’s nobody send them back for the repair while holding the wooden statue of the cat.

The said cat suddenly hissed in his mind at the comment, seemingly irritated by what she just said.

He had asked if she can remove the cat from him. However, she told him that it was beyond her power, saying the cat and his soul had completely fuse together. If she severed it by forced, his soul will be damaged permanently, worst he could die.

Great, there’s nothing he could do to kick the cat out without gambling his own life.

She also give him Alyx’s knife and he became young again when he grabbed it, joy spread through him as he hold his own young face. He never thought he will never see it ever again, although he was dumbfounded by his own voice when he speak.

CCat: I prefer the old you. It’s much cooler and got the mature aspect around it.

And just like that, his happiness get wash away into the sea.

Soon after, the blacksmith open a portal behind them, a doorway back to Remmant.

CCat: Ohhh, This is so exciting! I can’t wait to see your world. I have been wondering the food there, how is it taste? sweet? Salty? And does the nugget really look like a dinosaur? I also want to meet your friend, especially this Oscar boy who have a old man inside of him. I have a ton of questions for the wizard like how it feel to inhabit the boy body or where the other soul go after he absorbs them. Agh! There’s simply too much I wish to know and see.

His eyes twitch in annoyance, letting out a sigh.

Weiss: Are you really fine?

Jaune: I… not really sure. Not only he irritated me to no end with his questions, I’m still afraid what’s this would do to me, how will it affected my mind as time goes by…

He turned back to Weiss with a confident smile that showed his resolve hadn’t falter.

Jaune: But I won’t let this stop me, I will find a way to get this bastard out of me if that’s the last thing I do.

Seeing him so lively in spite of his condition, all of them smiled.

Yang sling her arm around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing him against her chest and ruffling his hair.

Yang: That’s what I’m talking about! You can’t let that lying pussy win, we are gonna kick that kitty butt as soon he leaves you!

Blake didn’t say anything, merely giving a supportive smile as she place a hand on his shoulder.

Weiss: I can ask for the scientists’s help in Vacuo. I don’t know if they can do anything, though it’s still worth a shot.

Ruby: Don’t worry Jaune! We, team RWBY, are going to help to split you and the cat apart even if it takes years.

Jaune smiled at the young girls, proud for having a great friends around him.

Jaune: Thank guys

CCat: How can you say that Jaune? After everything we have we went through, we are practically a best friend.

Jaune promptly disregarded it.

Blake and Yang were the first to leave as they hold hand, follow by Weiss and then Ruby after she said thank you to the lady. Being the last one to leave, he started walk towards the portal, looking forward to reunion with his team and everyone after years of living alone.

Blacksmith: Wait!

He halted and face back at her.

Jaune: Do you need something?

Blacksmith: Can I request you a favor?

Jaune: what’s that?

Blacksmith: The cat, I know he can be very handful and immature.

Jaune: That put it Lightly.

Blacksmith: But he used to be kind hearted, he simply walk down the wrong path… And he need a good guide like you in his life to help him through. I know this a bit much of me to ask, but... Please, be at his side no matter what.

Both stared each other, not utter a single word for a moment. He turned back and marched into the light as he gives his answer.

Jaune: I will try.

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useless - B. Blake x reader

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Bellamy Blake x reader - Arkadia.

You're a coder, but what's a coder without something to code? Bellamy had instructed you to keep watch of the guns and ammo instead of going out with the guard on a hunt. You feel useless to the people of Arkadia, maybe Bellamy could help with that.

cw: cursing, small kiss scene, sfw

"I shouldn't be watching the guns, Bellamy!"

I shout from inside the main room where we kept the rovers. Bellamy had ordered me to stay in Arkadia while the rest of them went on a hunt, rations had grown scarce since Kane ordered the guard to go out less with the threat of grounders. This was a rare time when people got to go beyond the gate.

"We don't need a lot of people for this, okay? So just stay here." Bellamy argued back, it made sense, only a few people were going with him. Clarke, Murphy, Miller, Harper, and another from the guard. I never got around to knowing everyone's names.

I just knew I felt trapped being behind these walls, I was starting to feel useless to the people around me as well, it's not like I could code anything to help us with the grounder attacks, all I could do was sit with Monty and try to contact other stations with radios. Which always ended up in radio silence.

I could feel my blood boiling, "Well why Harper? It's not like I can't handle a gun, swap her out with me." I hadn't known Harper was leaning on a rover near Bellamy and me.

"Gee, thanks." I heard Harper chirp up in a sarcasm-filled tone. I'd have to apologize later, she knows I didn't mean it.

Bellamy sighed and placed his hands on his hips, looking at me sternly. It was only then I got a good look at him. His curls were more defined today, for once not littered with blood and dirt, you could see his freckles more clearly as well. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't dreamt of him once or twice.

"We need Harper, she's been training with Miller and has become a good shot," Bellamy turned towards the first rover, setting his gun down in the back as Miller climbed in, Harper following after. "This isn't up for discussion." He finishes off with his back turned to me.

Clarke had come up from behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder, attempting to comfort me. "It'll be fi-"

I had cut her sentence short by jerking my shoulder away, I wasn't just mad at her, I was mad at the world. I hadn't said anything further and took one last look at Bellamy before storming off to the armory.

It had been a few days since that last encounter. The group had come back with plenty of food, a successful mission with only a few scrapes and cuts. They didn't even encounter any grounders.

Since they had come back I made no move to talk to any of them- or anyone for that matter. Only speaking to Monty when I had to, which was only once.

Bellamy had tried to speak to me, he tried to sit with me during dinner, tried to speak to me at the bar, and even tried talking to me on the radio stations. Which made a part of my heart flutter at his attempts. It almost made me forget why I was even mad at him to begin with.

I was at the computer, sitting and waiting for anything to pop up about the radios when Monty said he had plans with Jasper to help cheer him up, I made no move to stop him. What's more time alone with my thoughts? They were all of Bellamy. Replaying the few moments he'd try and talk to me in my head.

Me and Bellamy weren't as close as the rest of the group was. It isn't that he didn't try and talk to me, it's just ever since we landed I've viewed him as a player who only had one goal in life; to get into girls' pants.

It's safe to say he's been growing on me- well he was. I had been starting to miss his shitty jokes, how the light from the fire would illuminate his face in the best way, how his smile looked, how it was like he got stars in his eyes every time he laughed. I always tried to impress him, so why wouldn't he let me go?

My thoughts were cut short when I heard a pair of footsteps, which I just assumed were Montys.

"Hey, Monty." I greeted in a monotone voice, not caring to check.

"It's not Monty." I heard the other voice say, a voice I knew too well. What did he want now? I spun around in my chair, seeing how Bellamy toward over me. I simply tolled my eyes at him.

"What do you need," I said flatly

"Why're you ignoring me? Avoiding me?" He asks, care lacing his voice.

I took a moment to think about my reply, why exactly was I? He made me feel useless, I can't do anything to help Arkadia besides sit her in this fucking chair.

"Why didn't you let me go?" I countered his question with a question.

I was met with a scoff, "You're still on this? I told you it wasn't up for discussion."

"Yes, I'm still on this! I do nothing for Arkadia besides sit here and listen to a radio nobody talks into!" I shout, standing up abruptly, and walking closer to him.

Bellamy crossed his arms, unmoving. "What if something had happened to you?" He spoke, trying to remain calm.

"Then so be it! I feel useless Bellamy." My voice wavered, tears threatening to spill.

"You're everything but. At least here, you'd be safe." We were now inches apart.

"Why do you even care." Tears began crawling down my cheek, I couldn't believe I let myself get so vulnerable with him.

"Because I just do," He paused, debating if he should say what he was thinking. "And I'd never forgive myself if I let something bad happen to you."

His arms were now uncrossed and resting on my forearms, a touch that practically melted me. His words brought a deeper blush on my cheeks, my tears slowing their roll. I felt myself moving closer every second until finally, his lips were on mine.

It wasn't a kiss of lust or craving, it was a kiss of passion, a kiss that made me feel warm all over, it was a feeling I wanted to last forever. Bellamy was kissing me like I could break at any minute. His hands went up to cup my cheeks and wipe away my tears.

He had pulled away with a smile, leaving my lips feeling lost.

"I've wanted to do that since the day we landed," Bellamy admitted, a faint pink tint lining his face. Bellamy, blushing, something I never thought I'd see. A goofy smile made its way onto my face at the sight.

"Being useless doesn't seem so bad now."

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Unwanted Attention

Fallon Carrington x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 663 words

You have attended many gatherings at the Carrington Mansion, and somehow they outdo the last. It's that time of year where employees, investors, family and everyone in between come together and have a night to remember. As glamorous as these nights sound, there are always hiccups along the way. For instance, tonight a employee of the family stood across the room from you. Their eyes wandered the length of your body, a sly smirk perched on his lips. He believed he looked appealing, while in reality, he looked like a predator wishing to devour his prey. This prey just happened to be you, what an unlucky turn of events for both of you. When he was ready to make his move, he slinked his way through the crowd until he was in your space.

Without sparing him another glance, you stated your intentions. "I would suggest, you move away from me, if you'd like to keep your job". The tone in your voice should have scared him away but this man liked a challenge.

"Like you have the power" he fought back, another belittling man to assume your worth.

"No I don't, but my partner does"

"Don't tell me you're with Blake"

"Ew, god no!" The look pure disgust would have offended the man in question. Instant relief flooded the mans features, clearly afraid of what Blake could do and would do to him.

"Steven?" This was more of a long shot, he knew Steven was otherwise inclined but he needed to be sure.

"He's gay" the statement was drawled out, like you couldn't believe what you were hearing. This man was dumb and blind, like he had a chance with you.

"I would turn for a woman like you" his sickly sweet tone made you shiver, his insinuation was more than disgusting. He took this opportunity to move closer to you, your arm grazing his, his fingers smoothing out the edge of your dress.

"Again, no"

"Well wh-"

Just as you were about to move from his grasp, a voice appeared behind you. "Is this man bothering you?"

"Yes, actually" Instinctively, you moved closer to the person behind you, grateful for the safety net. The man watched with curious eyes at the action, wanting to reach out and pull you closer.

"Miss Carrington, it’s just a little disagreement, my girlfriend can get a bit outspoken" Fallon scoffed at his pathetic reasoning, her glare never wavering.

"And here I thought she was mine" Fallon snaked her arm around your waist, resting her hand comfortably on your hip. His eyes followed the motion, growing wide at her strategically placed hand.

"Run" you mouthed, a sinister smile replaced its previous form. It was with pure joy to watch as the man opened and closed his mouth. Before scattering amongst the crowd in fear that Fallon would catch him. Little did he know, she would do far worse to him than catch him, she will ruin any chance of a professional life as soon as the night was over.

With her hand, she spun you around, her hand now placed on your lower back. Concern swirled behind the chocolate brown, she couldn’t stand the idea of someone touching what’s hers. "Did he touch you?"

"No, he was just disgusting"

"I'll make sure to wash you clean of him" she offered a wink, paired with her classic smirk.

"Can we add the bubbles that I like?" Her smirk melted into a smile at the excitement that vibrated off you. She couldn’t deny how it made her cold heart skip a beat, she just had to accept that she was putty in your hand.

"If you're lucky" Fallon traveled her hand up your body, creating goosebumps where her fingers touched. She cradled your cheek, before leaning in, her lips melting with yours. For you it was a moment of bliss, for her it was a statement. If they want to get to you, they’ll have to go through Fallon.

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year

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Undercover (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You don't quite understand how you ended up playing the role of Blake's girlfriend, but your heart is too invested in the fantasy

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of homophobia, swearing, mentions of alcohol

You were fucked. It was that simple. There was no other way to put it other than you were completely and utterly fucked.

“Seriously Morgan, why do I have to do it?” you demanded, despite knowing the answer.

“The unsub wants age gap lesbians,” he said, “we’ve already been over this.”

“So send JJ. She’s young and hot and amazing in the field,” you said, wheedling him, “come on, please.”

“Oh no, we’re not doing this. If you can’t handle the heat you shouldn’t be our best undercover agent,” he said.

“You know I can’t do this,” you replied, following him.

“Can’t? Or don’t want to?” He flashed that infuriating grin that always made you want to strangle him.

“Morgan, you know why I can’t,” you said.

“An extra layer of realism isn’t going to hurt,” he replied.

“Morgan-“

“Oh look, there’s your hot date right now.”

You snapped your mouth shut, turning on your heels to smile at Alex as if nothing was wrong. She raised an eyebrow at you, pressing her lips into a straight line.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Fine and dandy,” you replied, letting your arms swing down to your side.

“What was that about?” she asked, eyes flicking over to Morgan who was talking to JJ. They both looked away when they noticed you glancing over.

“Morgan’s just being a pain in my ass like usual,” you said.

“We should head back to the hotel and get ready,” she said.

“Right. Yeah. I’ll meet you there. I need to… buy some date appropriate clothes.”

“I’ll meet you at 7:30.” You ignored the wink she shot in your direction.

Shopping was your idea of one of the circles of hell. Trying things on, figuring out if they looked good, if they fit you, it made you want to tear your hair out. It didn’t help that there was a part of you that wanted to look particularly hot for Alex, just in case there was even a sliver of the possibility that she might suddenly realise how much she wanted you when she saw you.

And if it meant you spent extra time getting ready, well, no one had to know about that.

You pulled the door open when you heard the knock at 7:30 exactly. You tried to smile to keep the butterflies in your stomach from overwhelming you. The smile slipped when the entire team was standing on the other side of the door.

“I don’t think we’re all going to fit at the table, guys,” you said, letting them in to your room.

“Damn girl, where you been hiding those legs?” Morgan asked.

“Behind office appropriate slacks,” you replied, “I save them to impress the girls.”

“Blake is a lucky woman.”

You let yourself look at her for the first time since everyone entered the room. Her blazer was the same from the last few days but her trousers were tighter than you were used to, showing off the long line of her legs. Her blouse was unbuttoned a few more buttons than she wore at work, showing just the hint of lace. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Indeed I am.” Her own eyes lingered on your body.

“Alright, you know how the night is going to proceed?” Hotch asked.

“Yes Dad.” You rolled your eyes.

“Morgan and JJ will be in the restaurant with you and Dave and I will be outside in the van,” he said, ignoring your snark, “use the codeword if you need to be extracted.”

“Of course,” Alex said.

“Now you’d better go if you want to make your reservations,” he said.

Alex held the door open for you and you ducked your head as you passed her. You weren’t properly alone with her until you were in the car, the rest of the team following you into the lobby of the hotel. She flashed you a smile.

“You really do look wonderful,” she said, “the girls you go out with are lucky.”

“Not so many of those these days,” you replied.

“That surprises me.” Her eyebrows drew together.

“I suppose I’ve been too busy to think about it,” you said, “this job is pretty hectic.”

“Mm,” she hummed.

She pulled up to the restaurant, throwing the car into park. You didn’t have time to blink before she was out of the car and opening your door. She extended her hand, threading her fingers through yours as she helped you out. You couldn’t help the smile at the feeling of your hands palm to palm.

“Sorry, could we have somewhere a bit more… private?” Alex asked the maitre d’ when you were shown to your table.

She shot you a look filled with intent. You didn’t even have to try at the flush on your cheeks, catching your lower lip between your teeth as her hand rested on your lower back. She led you towards a secluded booth. You slid in beside her, close enough for your thigh to press against hers.

“Should I order for you, honey?” she asked.

“You always know exactly what I want,” you replied, fluttering your lashes at her.

Her eyes dipped down, lingering on the plunging neckline of your dress. You arched your back, just a little and the smirk she gave you let you know she’d noticed.

“And do you know what I want, sweet girl?” she asked.

You shook your head. Her eyes glanced over the menu for a moment before dragging back to you. Her hand landed on your bare thigh, thumb brushing over your soft skin. You shivered, fighting against the impulse to press your legs together.

“I think you do,” she said, drawing closer to you until she was all you could see.

“Are you ready to order?”

You startled, jerking away from her to look up at the waiter. You looked down at your lap, not bothering to listen as Alex told him what you’d be having. You had to calm your heart. This wasn’t real. She was just playing a part. She didn’t feel the same way. No reason to get worked up over nothing.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” she said, tugging on the end of one of your curls.

You looked up at her. Her eyes had grown molten but the sex that had been rolling off her only moments ago had disappeared, replaced with concern.

“I suppose I’m not used to restaurants as nice as this,” you replied, “too many late night runs for burritos and meals consisting of instant ramen.”

“I remember those days,” she chuckled.

You reached out, lacing your fingers through hers, shifting yourself closer to her again. The smile on her face softened into something fond that had your heart beating faster than when her hand had been on your leg. Her arm was resting along the back of the seat, almost curling around your shoulders, fingertips brushing along your shoulder. You did shiver then, letting yourself press a little closer to her.

“Why do I doubt you were ever really bad enough with your money some days you had to choose which meal was the easiest to steal off someone else?” you asked.

“Are you just using me for a free meal?” You loved that smile on her, like the two of you were sharing a private joke.

“And a free place to sleep tonight,” you said.

“Sounds like I’m going to be getting lucky.” You didn’t know when her face had grown so close to you. You liked the way she was looking at you. You could quickly become addicted to it.

Her eyes darted up to something over your shoulder. The waiter was back, placing your food down, wine poured to compliment it. You felt yourself light up at what was placing in front of you.

“My favourite,” you said, looking at her.

“I know.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, soft and gentle. Her look of delight was enough to make your heart sing.

“Thank you,” you said, “for all of this.”

“I have to spoil my special girl,” she replied, voice surprisingly husky.

“So that I can spoil you later?” you asked, widening your eyes in mock innocence.

“Is that what you’re going to do, sweet girl?” She picked up her fork, shifting her attention off you.

You lent forward, lowering your voice as if sharing a secret. She ignored you until your lips brushed against the shell of her ear.

“Imagine I said something about seeing the lingerie I’m wearing underneath my dress just for you,” you murmured, too quiet for anyone but her to hear.

“Dirty girl,” she mumbled, eyes sweeping over your body again.

You felt a warmth flush move through your body, knowing that comment wasn’t for anyone’s ears but your own. You took a shaky breath and began eating as well.

And for a while it was easy to slip into the ruse of a date. Easy conversation, good wine, laughter. Soft touches, hands on your knee, fingers tangling. Kind smiles, sparkling eyes, shared warmth. It was the exact thing you’d dreamt about with this woman. The kind of romantic night you’d imagined over and over again. Your heart was fluttering the entire time.

The waiter cleared the plates and offered you dessert.

“Please?” you asked, pouting at her.

“Can we have a slice of the cheesecake with two spoons?” she asked the waiter, “and two coffees.”

“Of course.”

“How’d you find out I love cheesecake?” you asked.

“Believe it or not, I do pay attention to you,” she said, drawing closer to you, shifting until your bodies were practically pressed against one another.

You turned your body, shifting until one of your legs draped over hers. Your lip caught between your teeth again. She pushed your hair off your shoulder, her breath ghosting over the skin of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Laugh like I’ve just said something salacious to you,” she murmured, lips practically brushing against your earlobe.

You chuckled, a little self conscious, the flush on your cheeks not pretend. She drew back, just far enough to look in your eyes. Breath mingled together. Her eyes darkened as she looked down at your lips, still caught between teeth.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispered, “is that okay?”

“I’ll have to reprimand you if you don’t,” you breathed.

You were surprised by the heat in her kiss. She stole your breath, her hand coming up to curl around the back of your neck, holding you in place. You moaned when her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, her tongue soothing over it before there was a sting. Her tongue brushed against yours and you were ready to fall to your knees at her alter.

Your own hand slipped under her blazer, seeking out her waist, wondering if you could get closer to her. Her other hand landed on your thigh again, thumb brushing the hemline of your dress, flirting with the possibility of dipping under.

“So sorry.”

You made a small whining noise as she pulled away, looking up at the waiter over your shoulder. She looked back, her thumb running along your bottom lip.

“All that pretty lipstick ruined,” she said, “I’m sorry, darling.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for a kiss like that,” you replied, offering her a small smile.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been together?”

You both looked up at the waiter still hovering at the side of the table. His hands were clasped in front of his body and he was smiling down at you.

“Three and a half years,” you replied, “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You looked back at her. There was such tenderness in her gaze.

“You seem to still be so in love,” he said, “I’m hoping to find that.”

“I’m sure you will,” you replied, feeling the way Alex’s fingers dug in just a little harder in your thigh.

“I’m beginning to think so too. Enjoy your dessert.”

He slipped through the tables, disappearing back into the kitchen. You turned, catching the look Alex was giving you.

“I plan on enjoying something,” you said, winking at her.

She chuckled, scooping up a bite of the cheesecake.

“Open up,” she commanded.

You did what she asked, closing your lips around the spoon placed in your mouth. She slowly pulled it from between your lips, eyes darkening again. You moaned at the taste, enjoying the way there seemed to be a flush growing high on her cheeks.

“Good?” she asked, voice low again.

“Sorry, I’m just going to have to propose to this cheesecake,” you said after swallowing.

“Three and a half years and you leave me for a dessert,” she laughed, “I should have never brought you here.”

She stole a bite of her own of the cheesecake, eyes closing in bliss. You watched as her tongue darted out, catching a stray crumb on her lower lip and the fire within you ignited again. You were still able to feel that tongue brushing against your own.

“Never mind,” she said, “I’m leaving you for the cheesecake.”

“How about we share?” you suggested, “I hear throuples are all the rage these days.”

“Deal.”

You weren’t expecting the chaste kiss but you also weren’t complaining about it. The only disappointment was when she moved back from you. You traded bites of the dessert and slowly drank your coffee, Alex continually glancing over your shoulder at the waiter, keeping eyes on his movement. You kept leaning closer and closer to her until it was time to go. She signalled to your waiter, bringing him over.

“Could we have the cheque please?” she requested.

“Of course.”

You giggled into her ear, her fingers slowly trailing up and down your back. When he returned he tapped the front.

“I’ve uh, left you a little something in there.”

Alex opened it and you glanced down, finding a Polaroid of something you definitely hadn’t wanted to see. Scrawled on the bottom was a phone number. He was hovering, just a few steps away, as if hoping to gauge your reactions.

“Well, that is certainly him,” you said.

“Yes, definitely the one we’re looking for,” she murmured.

From there it was easy enough to finish up. She placed the money on the table as Morgan arrived to arrest the man. She slipped the photo over to JJ who wrinkled her nose when she looked it over. The four of you escorted him out under the watchful gazes of the restaurant guests, ignoring his protests.

His confession came quick once he was seated in a police cell, talking to Morgan. Standing on the other side of the glass, arms wrapped around yourself, you felt disgusted at the words he was saying. Just another man feeling entitled to a woman’s body, angry at queer women for removing men from the equation completely. You didn’t even see Alex until later, once you were already back at the hotel, Hotch having made the call it was too late to fly back home by that point.

Showered and in your pyjamas, you were sitting on your bed, the TV playing quietly in the background as you stared out over the city. You had to keep trying to calm your heart and remind it that Alex had been playing a part, undercover, that none of it was real and it didn’t matter how much you’d enjoyed being hers for the evening.

A knock sounded quietly on your door. You got up, tugging on your shorts, trying to make them a bit longer for company. You peeked through the peep hole, not sure what you were expecting. The answer still left you confused.

“Hi.”

“Can we talk?” Alex asked.

You help the door open wider for her, letting her in to your room. She walked in, her back to you as she stood in the middle of the room. She turned with the quiet click of the door closing, her arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s pretty late,” you said when it became clear she wasn’t going to say anything.

“We can do this later if you want to sleep,” she said, stepping forward as if about to leave again.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked, stopping her with both hand on her shoulders.

“It’s…” she trailed off and you watched her eyes trail down your body again, throat bobbing as she swallowed.

“For a master linguist, you seem to be having some problems with your words, Doctor Blake,” you said, giving her a half smile so she knew you were teasing.

“Don’t.” Her eyes squeezed shut, “don’t call me that.”

“Why?”

“Because I like it too much,” she whispered, “when you say it.”

“Alex, look at me.”

She opened her eyes, looking unsure of herself. You tried to give her a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you come see me?” you asked.

“To…” she trailed off, “oh fuck it.”

She tugged you to her, one hand splaying on your lower back, the other tangling in your hair until your head was tilted up to her. Your breath caught as her lips pressed against yours, insistent and needy. Your own hands slid around your shoulders until your arms were wrapped around her and you could press yourself against her without restraint. She hummed into your mouth, keeping you pressed against her as her tongue swept in, making you lose all thoughts from your head beyond the feeling and taste of her.

She pushed you back until you were stumbling towards the large bed. You fell backwards, squealing into her mouth, pulling her with you. Her answering chuckle had a heat spreading through you. You kissed her again, turning that chuckle into a soft sigh.

She shifted until her knees were either side of your hips. You gripped them, tight enough to leave bruises as she kissed you so thoroughly there was nothing but her. Her hair fell around your faces, like a curtain blocking out the rest of the world.

Her lips trailed down your neck and you arched up, seeking her out. You gasped her name when you felt the scrape of her teeth, the flick of her tongue. She sucked on your pulse point, hands beginning to skim down your body.

“Wait,” you gasped, “wait, wait, wait.”

She drew back, sitting back, her weight comfortable on your pelvis. Her eyes were bright and her lips were kiss swollen but there was worry marring her features. You reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her skin.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“What’s… what’s going on here?” you asked, trying to catch your breath.

“I should have asked first,” she said.

“Asked what?” You blinked, not sure what was going through her brain.

“To kiss you.”

“Alex.” Your voice turned gentle as you sat up, shifting her to sit beside you, “tell me what’s going on in there.”

She bowed her head. You ducked your head to look her in the eyes, placing your hands over hers to stop the way her fingers were tapping against one another.

“I really enjoyed pretending to be your girlfriend,” she replied, “more than I should have.”

“You did?”

She looked over at you, bottom lip caught between teeth. She gave a slow nod. You couldn’t stop the grin spreading over your face.

“Thank god I wasn’t the only one,” you said, a small laugh at the end of your sentence.

“What?”

“Alex, you must be the only one on the team who doesn’t know about the massive crush I have on you,” you said, still laughing, “Morgan called it within the first five minutes of my meeting you.”

“The first five minutes?”

“And tonight you were just driving me crazy in all the best ways,” you said, “the way you were touching me? I was ready to ignore the rest of the team and just demand you bring me back here.”

“I can’t imagine anyone not giving in to the impulse to touch you in that dress,” she said.

“Oh, you liked it did you?” you asked, swinging your leg over her body to straddle her lap.

“Honey, I loved it,” she said, fingers beginning to trail over the bare skin of your thighs.

“What did you love so much about it?” you asked, brushing her hair back. She inhaled sharply when your lips pressed to the soft spot on the underside of her jaw.

“Well, I thought the colour was very pretty on you,” she said, head tilting back to give you better access.

“And?” you asked.

“And I especially enjoyed how.” She made a small noise in the back of her throat when your teeth scraped along her skin, “how low cut it was.”

“Mmm I hoped you’d like that,” you murmured, “anything else?”

“I like being able to get my hands on these legs.” Her fingers dug in, that damned thumb running over your skin again, “I like these shorts too.”

You kissed her again, swallowing her moans as your fingers tangled in her hair, gently tugging. The feeling of her hands on your bare skin was making you squirm, her thumb brushing higher and higher, finding the soft skin of your inner thigh. You whined.

“How about I take you on a real date?” she murmured against your lips, “just us, no team listening in, no unsub to find.”

Your kiss was answer enough.

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Cardigans in August Pt.4

(Bruce Yamada x Reader x Vance Hopper)

Summary: During the summer after a fight, (Y/n) cheats on Bruce with Vance. When school starts again Vance thinks he finally has (Y/n) until she tries to win Bruce back.

Warnings: Angst, Love triangle, Cheating, Breakup, Emotional breakdown, Sad!Bruce, Swearing, (Y/n) isn’t a very good person

Word Count: 2.4k

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7

(I changed up the ages for the characters. So while Vance, Bruce and (Y/n) are highschool seniors, Finney and Robin are sophomores and Gwen is a freshman)

“Chase two boys, lose the one”

“Slept next to him, but I dreamt of you all summer long”

“'Cause you weren't mine to lose”

Finney Blake walked side by side with his little sister Gwen once they left school grounds after the school day. They talked about the latest things happening in town like how they were replacing everyone’s favorite bookshop with a seafood restaurant, how Gwen’s math teacher was a total know-it-all, how one of the girls in Finney’s grade was already pregnant, and eventually about Vance Hopper’s latest fist fight.

“-and Vance hadn’t even touched that pinball machine all summer. So I guess that guy, Kevin, thought it was okay to use it yesterday. But of course he chose the day that Vance came back. He looked to be in a way worse mood than usual, like he seemed to be fuming about something.” Finney continued his story of his eye witness report. “Then Vance lifted him off the ground and threw him to the floor, it was like WWE wrestling.”

All the talk of Pinball Vance reminded Gwen of the rumors she overheard in her homeroom. Her eyes lit up and she looked over to her brother. “Oh my god, speaking of Vance, did you hear that he’s with (Y/n) (L/n) now?”

Finney’s brows furrowed, trying to match the name with a face. “Bruce Yamada’s girlfriend?” “Mmhm.” Gwen hummed in confirmation before making a face that basically said she didn’t know as much as she let on. “Well… or that (Y/n)’s cheating on Bruce with Vance.”

Finney frowned at Gwen’s words. He didn’t know (Y/n) very well but she came to baseball practice a couple times with Bruce. He’d awkwardly talk to her a few times and she was always super nice and friendly, and based on how he saw her act with Bruce she seemed to adore her boyfriend in every way. So he tried to give her the benefit of a doubt. “How do you know?”

“Everyone’s talking about it.” Gwen shrugged. “Some girls in my homeroom were talking about how they heard that they were all over each other at the carnival.” She said, moving her hands around to put emphasis on what they were doing at the carnival. Finney opened his mouth to refute but was cut off by another voice nearing from behind them. “Finn! Gwen! Wait up!” The siblings stopped to turn around to see Robin running up to them. Once caught up, the three began walking together.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Robin asked straight away. Gwen answered before Finney had the chance to change the subject. “How Vance and (Y/n) are hooking up behind Bruce’s back.” “It’s just a rumor though.” Finney shot down, shaking his head at Robin.

Robin chuckled. “No way, dude. I saw them over the summer with my own eyes.” He said, pointing two fingers at his eyes. Gwen’s face lit up in curiosity, practically dying for the gossip. “Really? What were they doing? Did you see them at the carnival too?”

“When my family and I went to the beach, I saw them kissing under the docks. Hands rubbing all over one another, total french kissing, and practically dry humping each other.” Robin laughed a bit after he said the last part. “And I also saw them kissing at the park while I was walking home one night.” He added with a matter-of-fact tone.

Finney looked to the ground as his eyebrows curved up with sympathy. ‘Poor Bruce…’

Bruce tucked his mitt under his arm as he walked across the baseball field during practice. Out of the corner of his eye he saw several of his peers staring, snickering. He glanced down to make sure he didn’t have some stain on his uniform he didn’t notice. He didn’t.

Maybe it was just him being paranoid but throughout the whole week people have been giving him weird looks, some looked pitiful and some looking humorous. Groups would eye him then whisper to each other as he passed. It was like everyone in the school had some inside joke about him. He hated it. What did they put in the Denver water during the summer while he was away?

The second half of the baseball team who sat on the bleachers for the first three rounds switched with the second half who were on the field. Even as he passed his own teammates they would give him lingering, knowing looks. He walked up the bleachers to take a seat as the new people on the field set up their positions for practice.

Finney took a seat just one row down from him. “Hey, Finney.” He greeted. Finney turned to look over at him. “Oh, hey.” He greeted back before looking back away. An awkward silence invaded them as Finney rubbed his knees, trying to think of a conversation starter. He impulsively chose the first option that sprung into his mind.

Finney turned in his seat to look up at Bruce with a consoling expression. “Um, sorry about (Y/n). I heard about what happened.”

Bruce rose a bewildered brow alongside an unsuspecting frown. “What do you mean?” Finney tensely shrugged, slightly shaking his head trying to jog Bruce’s memory. ‘Poor guy’s so heartbroken he’s trying to play dumb.’ “You know, with Vance over the summer?” Bruce’s brow lowered to shift into a glower, slightly getting irked over how lost he was. “What are you talking about?”

“Them hooking-” Finney stopped himself abruptly. After seeing Bruce’s clueless reaction, Finney’s face slightly cowered and he began to regret his words. Bruce didn’t know. For a fleeting second, he saw an out and considered immediately bolting from the area. But instead he quickly said, “Nevermind, it’s just a rumor.” He pondered if that made things better or worse. But Bruce already caught onto what Finney was saying.

Bruce’s lips parted from each other, feeling his chest tighten around his quickening heart rate. Was Finney really saying that- Is that why everyone had been giving him weird looks? He almost felt humiliated over how much ground the rumor spread to. Would you really…? He felt his face sink into the appearance of a sad clown but he donned a poker face as quickly as he could manage. He could be upset later, in private.

He cleared his throat and stood up from where he was sitting. “I… I gotta go. I can’t be out past curfew.” He blankly said despite not even having a curfew. He felt lightheaded as he walked down the steps so had a hand on the railing for support. He hopped off the bleachers and immediately started walking away from the baseball field, ignoring his coach calling out for him.

Finney bit the inside of his cheek and felt guilt wash over him as he watched Bruce walk away. He regretted opening his big mouth but tried to comfort himself by saying he had a right to know.

After getting a call from Bruce saying where he was, that he needed to see you and that it was urgent, you biked over to his location. He was close enough to not drive but far enough to not walk so you resulted to biking. You hopped off your bike once you reached the road and walked around the corner to see Bruce in his baseball uniform sitting on the curb next to the phone booth with his head hung low.

A foreboding feeling creeped into your stomach but you quickly smiled and called out to him. He lifted his head to look up to you. He didn’t smile. That feeling began to feel haunting. He stood up to walk over to the brick wall of the small shop that was beside the phone booth, you rested your bike against the wall. You both leaned on your sides against the wall, facing each other.

“So, how was your summer?” Bruce simply asked. You felt a nervous, sick turn in your stomach but you forced yourself to think logically. If you and Vance didn’t tell anyone, how on earth would he know. “It was good. Went to the beach once and went to the carnival.” You said, trying to make it vague yet casual. “Cool.” Bruce said, nodding. A fog of silence passed before he dropped a haunting question.

“What’d you and Vance do together?”

Your heart dropped right down to your stomach, your senses spiking so alarmingly fast you felt as if you had been tased.

Bruce studied your reaction and by seeing your pupils shrink and your smile twitch downwards, he knew the rumors were true. “Oh my god.” He breathed out, horror gripping him tightly. He began to lose balance on his feet as he swayed and stumbled. “Oh my god. I didn’t want to believe it.”

The look on his face as he stared at you hurt worse than that one time you got a huge, nasty gash on your thigh when you slipped down a hill during a hike. Bruce cradled you so warmly that day as he gently treated your wound, kissing your cheek every pained sound you let out. But now he wouldn’t be kissing your cheek as the pain engulfed you. But you knew better than to think you were hurting anywhere near worse than Bruce.

Bruce slowly backed away from you with a look of utter betrayal and heartbreaking shock. You’d take a step towards with a hand reaching out for his arm but he took another step back. His eyes looked blurry as they became glossy with welling tears. His waterline was holding the tears up in his eyes for dear life.

“(Y/n)… did you.. cheat on me?” His voice broke, a fitting reflection of the way his heart was feeling.

“No!” You impulsively yelped but then retreated to a weaker tone. You didn’t have it in you to tell a pretty lie to his face but you also didn’t have it in you to tell the ugly truth out loud. “Well, I-I just-”

“Don’t lie to me, (Y/n). Please don’t lie to me.” He asserted, his voice falling apart into desperation as his frown quivered like a leaf.

You pursed your own lips together, guilty tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “…It’s true.” You said just above a whisper. Bruce stared at you as an exhale escaped his throat, like he had been stabbed. Figuratively, he was; stabbed in the back. “We’re done.” He glumly said with an aghast undertone. He turned around just when a tear finally escaped and rolled down his cheek as he began to walk away.

You tried to ask him to wait, but your words caught in the back of your throat, unable to be heard. You tried to mentally and ignorantly tell yourself that he might be fine, that he would likely bounce back as he always does, and things would return to normal the very next time you see him on Monday. But a haunting feeling deep in the pit of your nauseated stomach told you you were terribly wrong to assume that…

Bruce’s pillow became wet very quickly from his tears. After all that time he had just been fooling himself. He wished he could go back to when he thought he knew everything. Because now he was starting to think that everything he thought he knew was a lie.

He thought you were in love with him just as he was with you. Were you actually just stringing him along all this time?

“What a sick joke!” He spat bitterly. If you even gave a damn about him, you could have told him yourself in private. Or better, break up with him before deciding to run off with another guy and save him the humiliation of being cheated on after mountains of effort to get you into a relationship with him.

He sat up to his knees on his bed, his hair was a mess and his eyes were red and puffy from continuous tears that left streak stains on his cheeks. He threw a punch at his pillow. Then another. Then another. Then another until he grabbed his pillow to repeatedly slam it on his mattress. “Fuck you, (Y/n)! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! And fuck Vance!” More tears streamed down his grimacing face. “Fuck all your lies! Fuck your promises! Fuck your ‘I love you’s! Fuck your fake kisses!”

He wished he could break your heart the same way you shattered his. In all honesty, he would never actually do it. But just to have the option is all he really wanted, to know that you even cared enough to be bothered by his absence. But you didn't...

“Fuck your stupid, pretty face! Fuck your soft eyes! Fuck that cute, ugly laugh you only do around me! Fuck how supportive you are! Fuck your good time management! Fuck your stupid clothing style! Fuck your dumb jokes!”

His voice was shaking and breaking as he cursed all the things he loved about you. These thoughts were like pieces of glass inside him, cutting him deeper every time he breathed. The wound was flowing like a flood from his heart and he had no way to ease the pain.

All he could do was imagine what could have been if he had that ability within him. But no matter how he tried to comfort himself with fantasy, the only thing his mind would replay is the heartbreak he was subjected to. He was a record player, thrown away and stuck on the same song, repeating over and over. There weren't words to describe how he felt. What you did... it was just-

“Cruel…” You squeezed your eyes shut from the emotional turmoil. “God! What I did was horrible! And so stupid!” You wished you could take back what you did. You were just in a touch starved and weak state of mind and acted on foolish impulse. Not in a million years would you purposely try to alienate someone who cared for you so deeply. You were stressing the entire weekend, even wondering if you should call him to explain yourself but you knew he would just hang up as soon as he heard your voice.

You knew you had crossed the line, and you had no idea how to go about making it up to him.

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