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oosleepyfaeoo · 2 months

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A Kiss Is All I Need

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Chapter One

Summary: 2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. 2 months crying and feeling like shit but that all stopped when he meet you on that dreadful clothing store.

Warnings: Some angst, Aegon being the wingman, she/her pronouns, slow burn, eventual smut

Words: 2k

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A/N: English is not my main language so i apologize for bad grammar but i hope you still like it! Feel free to reblog and comment! It would make me really happy to know you guys thoughts (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

“Seriously, Aemond. Relax a little.” Aegon drawls, eyeing his little brother carefully.

Aemond stood beside his brother, tense as a rock, contemplating his surroundings while his long pale fingers toy with his old, stained t-shirt. They currently stood in the middle of the clothing store, waiting for their sister Helaena while she chose some new and clean clothes for Aemond.

His siblings finally, after a month of rotting in his penthouse, dragged him out of the house to get some fresh air and apparently, some new clothes.

Aemond just shot his brother a glare and continued nervously toying with his t-shirt. Aegon rolls his eyes. “She did a number on you, didn’t she?” He says with a small frown.

2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. He still remembers how his heart beat so fast against his ribcages while he searched the whole house for her, noticing that all her clothes and jewelry (which he gifted to her) were gone.

He met her at one of his family company parties. Alys was the secretary of Lyonel Strong. Aemond was completely in awe with her when his eye landed on her, the way she moved so gracefully, and how her green eyes sparkled with mischief and wisdom.

When they made their relationship public, it was quite a shock for everyone, especially his mother. He was 23 and she was 35 at the time which was entirely understandable since they had a big age gap, twelve years to be precise.

“I don’t want to talk about her.” Aemond murmurs, trying his hardest to not think about Alys.

Aegon sighs and wraps his arm around his brother's shoulders. “I know you don’t... But try to loosen up a little.” He looks at Aemond worriedly. “Everyone is worried about you... Seven Hells, even Jace, and Luke are worried-”

Aemond looked down with a frown when suddenly he felt a gentle pull on his jeans. By his feet was a little girl dressed in a princess costume, full of pink and sparkly glitter. Her black hair hangs in two cute pigtails and a small simple tiara on top of her head.

The child looks carefully at Aemond, her eyes fixed on his eyepatch. “Are you a pirate?” She asks with an excited grin, her big round eyes shining in mischief.

Aegon burst out laughing while Aemond just stood there, looking down at the small girl in shock.

She huffs in annoyance and pulls the fabric of his jeans again. “Well?”

Noticing that Aemond does not intend to answer the poor girl, Aegon kneels beside the girl and gives her a kind smile.

“Sorry kid but he’s no pirate.” His answer made the girl frown in disappointment. “But he’s a Prince!” Now that made her look at Aemond in surprise and then back at Aegon, eyeing carefully.

“If he’s a Prince then why he doesn't smile?” She asks.

That pierce a little Aemond’s heart. Kneeling, he grabbed her small hand and gave her a small smile. “I’m sad... So that’s why I don’t smile much, little Princess.”

The girl giggles at her nickname but quickly disappears as she frowns, looking into his eye intensely. Then she took a step forward, placed her tiny hands on his cheeks, and kissed the point of his nose. Aemond stood very still, his eye wide in surprise at the girl's gesture.

She pulls back and smiles in excitement. “There! A kiss always pushes the sadness away!” The girl says proudly. “My mommy always kisses me whenever I'm sad or hurt.”

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“Em!” You call while looking everywhere in the clothing store for your daughter. “Emily! Where are you?!”

You can’t take that girl anywhere without getting a panic attack. You love to the death, she was your sun and moon but sometimes you wish that your daughter wasn't so adventurous. You were finishing a client order when you noticed your daughter leaving the bakery and running into the clothing store right in front. This made you leave everything that you were doing and run after her.

Sighing in relief, you spot her by the men's section talking to 2 silver-headed men. “Emily!” You breathe out as you kneel and pull her into a hug. “Don’t you ever disappear on me again! Mommy’s heart can’t handle any more surprise adventures.”

Your daughter grins at you and points to the man with an eyepatch. “Mommy I found a Prince!” She says excitedly. “Don’t worry, he’s not a pirate.” She whispers that part to you which makes you chuckle.

You stood up, holding Emily in your arms. “I’m so sorry. I hope my daughter didn’t bother you too much.” You apologize.

The handsome eyepatch man stood still looking down at you. A light blush appears on your face as you study his face properly. He was tall, really tall, with beautiful silky long silver hair that was loosely braided. His features were sharp which made him even more attractive. His eye was colored in a lovely ice blue shade with a hint of light purple. A black eyepatch covers his other eye, and you notice a long scar coming out of it down to his cheek. He was dressed in a simple green t-shirt (which seems to have seen better days) some black jeans, and black Doctor Martens.

He seemed nervous as he began playing with his fingers. “Huh... It’s no problem. Your daughter is a very sweet child.” he smiles softly.

“Mommy! Mommy! The Prince was sad so I kissed his nose like you do to me when I'm sad or hurt. And now he’s happy!” Emily giggles while resting her head on your shoulder.

“That’s very sweet of you, Em... But you can’t go wander off and kiss strangers.” You sigh while giving an apologetic look to the silver-headed man. “You know that while mommy is working, you need to stay with Maria.”

Emily rolls her eyes and pouts. “Ugh, but Maria is boring! She stays in front of the computer all day and does nothing... I much prefer staying at home, at least I could play with Pumpkin.”

You adjust her tiara on her head and kiss her forehead gently. “I know but I can’t let you be at home alone, sweetheart.”

While you scold your daughter, trying to convince her to stay with your employee. Aegon stays silent studying the scene before him. He had noticed how Aemond suddenly couldn’t take his eye off you or how his pale cheeks suddenly turned pink when you smiled gently at him.

Aegon also noticed you eyeing his little brother which made him grin mischiefly. Oh, he had a plan forming in his head. A BIG plan.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude but it seems you are in need of a babysitter for this lovely Princess,” Aegon says while smiling at Emily who grins at him. He wraps his arm around Aemond’s shoulders and pulls him to his side. “My baby brother, Aemond, is in need of a job and he’s great with kids. He usually babysits our nephews. So, he knows how to take care of children.”

Aemond shot Aegon a glare and opened his lips to disagree with whatever his brother had in mind, but Aegon just smiled at him and stepped on his foot to silence him.

“So, what do you think?” Aegon grins down at you.

You frown gently. It’s true that you seriously needed a babysitter for Emily, but you don’t have time to look for one since being a single mother and owning a bakery occupy your days. Also, it’s hard to trust a stranger to look after your kid. Your friend, Nat, tried to convince you to hire a babysitter after Emily turned one year old but you quickly refused, saying that you could perfectly manage taking care of Emily and your business alone.

Oh boy, how wrong you were. Since Emily started walking, your life has been a nightmare. She was like a ninja. One minute she was there and the next, she was gone. Every day you would have to run off from your work to go find her. She loves exploring and she makes sure you know that, every, single, day.

Maybe Nat is right.

“Okay,” You sigh. Aegon clapped in victory and smiled at his brother. “But I will be needing an interview with Aemond. To see if he has the training that is needed to look after a child.”

“Of course! When?” Aegon asked while Aemond just stood there petrified.

“Tomorrow at 2 pm.” You took your business card and gave it to Aemond. “You will find me in my bakery shop. It’s right in front of this store.”

Aemond nodded and took your card. “Thank you... I’ll be there.”

You smile gently and say your goodbyes, taking Emily back to your shop. “Bye Bye Prince!” The girl waved to him with a toothless smile which made Aemond smile gently and wave back.

When you and Emily are out of the clothing store, Aemond turns to his brother and slaps roughly on his shoulder. “What in the actual fuck was that, Aegon?!” He growled.

Aegon hissed in pain and pouted. “Ouch!... Is this how you thank your big brother for getting you a date with that hot girl?!”

Aemond rolls his eye. “By making me a babysitter?” He sighs. “Look Aegon, I'm not ready to be with someone yet... Also, did you not think that maybe she has a husband?”

Aegon grins at him. “No ring on her finger so she’s probably single. And you are more than ready to be with someone... It’s been two months since you and Alys broke up, you had your time weep and now it’s time to go back into action.”

Helaena pops beside Aegon with her arms full of clothes that she chooses for Aemond. “Our little brother has a date tomorrow!” Aegon claps excitedly.

Helaena gasps in surprise and then looks back to the clothes in her arms and back to Aemond, frowning gently. “We need more clothes.” She whispers while going back into the clothing store with Aegon on her trail.

Aemond sighs in defeat but a tiny smile appears on his thin lips. He’s not going to lie, you seem really interesting.

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mamas-ethereal-gun · 3 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

Trafalgar Water D. Law x single mother!fem reader

"Mr. Law?" You called out to him, breaking him out of his train of thought. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" you asked ever so softly, careful not to startle him any further. "N-no. What did you need, (y/n)?" he responded, his voice a tad gruffer than usual. "Monkey D. Luffy is here waiting for you," you informed him. Law sighed, remembering that he had just seen Luffy yesterday when Luffy had claimed that he had heart problems.(he was fine) "What does he want now?" he groaned, his annoyance evident."He apparently needs to get another check up." you replied, letting out a soft chuckle at Law's visibly annoyed expression. He rose from his seat, making his way towards the door.

"Also," you said, handing him some papers, "I'm going to leave work early today. It's my daughter's birthday, and I still have a few things to get for her!" Sometimes he forgot that you had a child. With a warm smile, you wave goodbye and disappeared before he could respond.

You and Law had been coworkers at the same hospital for around three years now, with him as a cardiologist and you as a nurse under his wing. Over time, it became evident to many of the people in your firm that Law might have a little crush on you. His subtle glances and occasional nervous stammers whenever you spoke to him didn't go unnoticed by your colleagues.

For example, one day, Law and a few other doctors and nurses were cleaning up for the day. They talked about many things during this time, but it soon turned into a big conversation about Law's love life. "I have many other things to focus on," he would say, rejecting the topic as a whole. "Like (y/n)?" Shachi teased playfully, causing Law's face to flush crimson in response. His attempt to hide his feelings was evident to everyone present, causing a wave of amused glances exchanged between the staff. Despite his efforts to maintain a professional demeanor, it was clear that his thoughts often strayed to you, his nurse colleague, in ways he couldn't understand.

There have been times when Law has seen you outside of work. Like this one time when you and your daughter were out grocery shopping, and you needed help getting something from the top shelf. You kindly asked the tallest person you saw for assistance, and you instantly recognized the black-haired man.

"Excuse me?" You tapped the man's shoulder. "Hi, can yo—oh, hi, Mr. Law!" you exclaimed, your face lighting up with excitement as you recognized your coworker. Law turned towards you, his expression softening into a small smile as he took in your presence. "Hello," he greeted.

During this little encounter, Law was introduced to your little girl, Amora, who stood beside you, clutching onto your hand. She looked up at Law with wide, curious eyes. "Hi, Mr. Law!" she greeted with a toothy grin, her enthusiasm contagious. Law couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him at the sight of her, his usually reserved demeanor softening. "Hello, Amora," he replied warmly, crouching down to her level to meet her gaze.

After a few minutes of more conversation, you suggested that Law could come back to your place. At first, he hesitated, thinking that he might be intruding or burdening you, but you insisted with that tooth rotting smile. "It's no trouble at all," you reassured him. You had been carrying the conversation from the walk to the store all the way to your home, but eventually there was a moment of silence between the two of you.

“…”

"You look really good today, (y/n)," Law remarked, his head turned away from you, his words tinged with a hint of shyness. "I've been meaning to say that." "Aren't you so sweet, Law!" you exclaimed, a soft smile gracing your lips. He couldn't help but admire how genuinely captivating your smile was. "I just bought this dress, actually!" "Well, I think it looks pretty on you," Law replied.

Law couldn’t understand why he felt this way. From your pretty eyes to your relationship with your daughter, he loved every part of it. He loved every part of you. He couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to give up on you like your baby daddy did. In his eyes, you were perfect.

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A/n🧸- sorry how rushed the ending is😣 also I’m thinking about starting a taglist lemme know if I should 😚

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reminiscingtonight · 8 months

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Everything Has Changed

Ana-Maria Crnogorčević x reader

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Love You More (Part Two)

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Finishing your fourth ice cube, you look at the clock again. It’s the fifth time you’ve looked at it in the past couple minutes, impatiently awaiting the return of your wife.

Lia had all but dragged Ana out after practice, saying something about how she needed the blonde to go shopping with her for some new furniture in her apartment. So pouting and feigning annoyance, you returned home alone.

While you were slightly peeved at Lia for depriving you of some quality time with your wife, there’s a part of you that appreciated it all the same. It left you plenty of time to finally wrap up the gift that you had been waiting to give Ana.

It’s been sitting in a spare duffle of yours, tucked between a couple old shirts and stolen hoodies. You bought it earlier in the week, immediately after you went to the doctor’s office to confirm the result of your at home test.

It isn’t until you’re nearly all the way done with your next ice cube that you hear some muffled words through the door. Like a puppy to a bone, you perk up at the sound of keys in the lock.

This is something you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. Up until last year, you and Ana have never played for the same club team. Lia’s the one who introduced the two of you to each other all those years ago. Having taken a quick liking to the Swiss when she first joined Arsenal, Lia took it upon herself to be your wingwoman until it became apparent that the blonde was the one for you. Countless blind dates set up by the brunette all seemed for naught when you vacationed with Lia and a couple of mutual football friends and instantly hit it off with Ana. Dating was superseded by an engagement, and a wedding came not long after.

So yes, most of your relationship was spent balancing long distance, but after her contract in Spain ended, Ana decided to come to Arsenal to be with you. You had already decided a while back that you’d play out your last couple years in England at a club that’s become so dear to you, and Ana took it as a win to go play for a club where her wife and best friend both played at.

So now you get to wake up to the love of your life, pull faces at each other as you scramble to make it out the door to trainings on time, dance around the kitchen as you try to make dinner (which will inevitably result in Ana stepping in when you burn it), and bask in all that domestic bliss the two of you missed out on in those early years of your relationship.

“Honey, I’m home!” Ana shouts, a goofy grin on her face as she rounds the corner to the living room.

You have a similar smile on your face, tilting your head up to receive the kiss Ana presses to your lips in greeting. Letting out a relieved sigh, Ana all but collapses onto the seat next to you. Chuckling, you give her head a couple scratches as she launches into a rant about Lia’s indecisiveness.

“After my fourth sigh Lia nearly shoved me over and said all I wanted to do was go home and cuddle with you, which of course was what I wanted to do, but I couldn't let Lia of all people be correct, you know? So I had to walk a couple more laps with her around the store until she decided she didn’t want anything from that place.”

“Number one best friend right here,” you chuckle, expertly slapping away Ana’s hands as she tries to tickle you for your jest. “Hey, hey! I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Huffing, she rolls her eyes good heartedly at you. Though the pout on her face becomes real when you move to get out of her arms. “Where are you going?” she whines, hands scrambling to pull you back into her side.

“Calm down, Ana. I’m coming right back,” you shout over your shoulder, quickly running to the closet to grab your gift. It takes some digging, but eventually you find it.

With a skip in your step, you return to a sullen looking wife. Ana perks up at your return, hands instantly making a grabby motion towards you.

“To reward your patience, I got you a gift.”

Ana blinks in surprise, mouth dropping open into an ‘o’ at the sight of the wrapped box in your hands. “A gift? For me?”

You laugh at her dumbfounded look. “Yes, I’ve got a present for you,” you repeat.

Eyebrows scrunching up, you can almost see the gears turning in Ana’s head. “I didn’t forget anything did I?”

Laughing, you press a kiss against your wife’s head. “No, babe, you didn’t. I just wanted to spoil you today.”

Settling into her side, you watch as Ana begins her careful work of unfolding your gift. Unlike you, Ana treats all wrapping paper with care. You’re the opposite, much more likely to tear and rip at anything placed in your hands. Now the impatient one, you start tapping your foot on the ground. You really hope Ana’s going to like your gift, but when it comes down to it, you can’t really predict the way she’s going to react.

Finally finished unfolding, Ana pulls out a tiny jersey, eyebrows furrowing as she takes in the Arsenal logo on the front. You can tell she’s still confused as she flips it over to see the name on the back.

There are so many letters there that the font is smaller than it normally is, the letters still nearly curling their way to the front. The two of you had hyphenated your last names after marriage, but professionally you still wore your own. When given the choice between which jersey to get, it wasn’t really a competition.

Wracking her mind, Ana tries to think why you got her this shirt. The last shirt you got your cat led to hours of glaring and hissing, even after you took it off her and gave her cuddles, so Ana knew it wasn’t for her. And the dog you shared was definitely too big to fit into something this size.

It’s at this moment Ana realizes the shape of the jersey. Or more specifically the way the ends meet together with a click, giving way to two tiny leg holes.

“Is this…” Ana trails off, fingers absentmindedly tracing her last name as she tries to calm her racing mind.

“I wanted to get one of my jerseys for the baby but for right now I’m more than happy to give them a jersey of the best player I know.”

Ana whips her head around, eyes darting between your face and your stomach. It’s obvious she doesn’t really know where to look, eyes a little wild. “Baby? Are you… is it… did it work?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod. “I’m pregnant.”

It’s silent for a minute as Ana takes in your words. Her eyes have started watering, bottom lip quivering with the beginning of a sob.

This is something the two of you have been waiting for for years. Of course your careers are important to you, but you both agreed that a successful career meant nothing without a family to share it with. After an injury took you out for the majority of last season, the two of you decided there was no time like the present and began looking into IVF treatments. However, despite all of your hardwork and prayers, nothing took.

The two of you had just begun discussing alternative methods for expanding your family when you took your last pregnancy test.

And it was positive.

Ana’s still trying hard not to cry when she cups your face, pressing her forehead against yours. “You’re pregnant?”

Nodding, you gently grasp Ana’s hands before directing them onto your abdomen. It’s this action that causes the dam to break, and Ana begins sobbing, quickly pressing her face into the side of your neck to muffle her cries.

Soothingly rubbing your hands up and down her back, you whisper how much you love her and how amazing of a mom she’ll be. It takes a couple minutes before her cries die down, the blonde overwhelmed by the news of your expanding family. Eventually she pulls her head up, allowing you to wipe the tears from her face.

“We’re having a baby,” she wetly laughs, pressing a kiss to your fingertips when they brush past.

Grinning, you murmur those words back. Ana lets her eyes drop back down to her hands, to where they are still pressed against your stomach. Her eyes are full of wonder and love as she takes in all in.

The two of you are having a baby.

You’re going to be parents.

“I love you,” she whispers, voice full of emotion as she presses a kiss to your lips. Giving your hand a light squeeze, Ana leans down, lifting your shirt so she can press a light kiss against your bare abdomen. “And I love you too, my little dove. Your mama and I can’t wait to meet you.”

You don’t think anything can beat this moment--

(You didn’t think anything could beat your first date.

Or your first anniversary.

Or your second.

Or Ana asking you to marry her.

Or your wedding.

Or Ana moving to London to be with you.)

--at least until you see your precious daughter staring up at you with wide eyes, dressed in her little Crnogorčević jersey.

#ana maria crnogorcevic x reader #ana maria crnogorcevic imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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We'll Always Protect You (Yandere Strawhats x reader)

So, I just finished the Skypiea arc, and I wanted to write some blurbs on how each of the strawhats would protect you. Remember to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this. Thank you so much.

At the end of the day, Luffy is a child, or at least he acts like one. He thinks he deserves everything, including your time and attention.

"Come oooonnnn (Y/N)!" Luffy droned, grabbing your arm in an attempt to pull you away from the fruit you were inspecting. "I'm bored."

"You didn't have to come, Luffy." You say as you pay for a melon and gently place it in your basket. "Either way, it was my turn to shop." Luffy ignores your words with a frown, continuing to pull you away.

With a huff you face him, "Look Luffy, there's like, two more things were need." You show him the shopping list, pointing to a few more spices you needed. "Why don't you go get the last few spices and I'll get the rest. We can meet back up at the ship when we're done."

Luffy thinks about it for a minute before smiling, snatching a few barries from your bag. "Alright, as long as it means we'll be done sooner." Quickly, he's bolts off, running towards the other stores and stalls.

You let out a breath, happy to get a few seconds alone. You look back at the list, just a few more things left, you should finish shopping before afternoon if you find everything you need quickly.

"Hey, watch we're you're going!" You let out an oof on impact, bumping into some random man. He looks, and smells drunk, and his face looks anything but pleased as he stares down at you in anger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't..." Your words are caught in your throat as you feel the hand around your wrist tighten painfully, he must've grabbed on to you when you ran into him.

"Don't you know how rude it is, you could've hurt me." You were doubtful that was true, you were much smaller than him, you're surprised he even felt you. Shaking your head, you stare at the man in fear.

"I really didn't mean to." You said meekly as you try to stop the shaking in your body. The drunk man eyes your bag, which was filled with food, and of course, berries. The man smirks and grips you tighter as he slowly reaches towards your bag.

You heard the punch before you actually saw it, the man falling to the ground with a hard thud, the people around you gasp in fear as they stare at you. You had which was now free was shaking as you back away slowly from the now unconscious man.

"(Y/N)!" You hear Luffy yell, watching as his arm retract back to a normal length. He runs up to you, eyes wide as he looks all over you for any injuries. Luffy was panting, panic all over his face and unaware of the fearful people around him. When his eyes meet your wrist, a scowl decorates his face, holding onto you gently.

"He hurt you...I'm sorry." He whispers, chest heaving as the man groans, blood dripping down his nose. Luffy give him a blank stare before taking your hand.

"Come on, let's go."

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"Zoro, where are you!"

Not too long ago, you helped said child find his mom after he got lost in the forest while playing. You found him while exploring the island, all scared and helpless. What were you supposed to do, not help him?

Well, apparently not, since helping the kid meant abandoning your traveling partner, Zoro. You left him so you could safely get the kid out of the forest, which meant leaving Zoro to get lost.

Now you're forced to look for him afterwards. You knew when you found him, he would be pissed, but you were too tired to think about that in the current moment. You yawn as you yell for Zoro again, looking around for any signs of him.

"Zoro, come on!" You yell, groaning, "I'm tired, I want to go home."

Crack

You turn you head, heart beating out of your chest. You slowly move closer to the sound, carefully peering into the bushes in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself for what might come, annoyance crawling up you as you come face to face with Zoro.

Marching up to him, you cross your arms and snarl, "Jeez Zoro, where have you been, it's dark out." Zoro looks unfazed at your clear irritation, simply staring at you with a raised brow.

"You left me." He said, slightly smirking as you huff.

"Yeah, to help a kid." You waved your arms around for emphasis, "I didn't expect you to get lost for the rest of the day."

Zoro takes his place beside you, looking at you with a sharp stare, "Don't leave again."

Your role your eyes, "It was for a kid."

"Don't care."

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Sanji loves cooking for you, always trying new recipes and learning new things just to impress his favorite person. He loved cooking for anyone, but it was different with you.

However, he absolutely hated when you ate something anything else made. He always thought the worst would happen, what happened if it was poisoned, or you were allergic, or rotten?

So, when you were offered a chicken skewer from a food stall, it took everything in him to not slap it out of your hand in disgust. It looked good enough, nothing compared to his cooking, but it looked edible. But nothing could calm the beating of his heart as he watched the food get closer and closer to your mouth.

"(Y/N)! Wait!" He quickly took the skewer from you, watching as you became confused at his action. Sanji laughed nervously, adverting his gaze from your questioning look.

"It's just...you shouldn't take food from random people." He quickly regained his composure, moving to throw the skewer away. "I wouldn't want you to get sick or anything."

You nodded, though it was hard to ignore the loud grumbling of your stomach, "Come on, why don't we go back, and I'll make something for you."

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"Checkmate."

"Darn 'it, you beat me again." Robin laughs as you let out a breath of frustration. You've been wasting away time on the ship by playing chess with Robin. While you weren't as good as her, it was fun to play.

"Would you like to play again?" She offers, already reseating the chess bord. You nod, seeing that she's gotten everything ready to play. As Robin readies the next round, you hear someone run up towards your table, seeing both Usopp and Chopper smiling at you.

"(Y/N), we're playing hide and seek with Luffy. You wanna play?" Chopper giggles, jumping up and down in excitement. Before you could get a word out, Robin is speaking for you.

"Sorry, they're already playing with me." Robin says, watching as Chopper's face falls. You give him a sorry look as Robin makes her first move.

"Your turn." You wave bye to the two, turning your head to make your move.

Many minutes past but of course, Robin wins. As you end, Robin asks if you would like to play one more round, but this time you refuse. Her face falls for a second, before quickly becoming a small smile, which was obviously fake shown by her tense demeanor.

"Alright." She says as she slowly picks up the pieces, "Luffy's been pretty bored lately, you should go check up on him." She mentions off handedly. At the mention of Luffy's name, you tense up, looking around nervously.

"Um...actually, why don't we play just one more round." She smiles, raising her eyebrows in mock surprise.

"Oh, change of heart?" She starts putting the pieces back in place, preparing for the next game.

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"(Y/N)?! Oh, (Y/N), you're awake, great." You're awoken to Chopper's worried voice, which is surprisingly soothing. He's hovering over you, looking at you with intense eyes.

"What happened." You had little memory of the previous night.

"You came to me complaining about a cold and then later that night, you fainted." He looked down, ashamed, and you could tell tear were forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I should've helped you sooner."

You sit up slowly, removing the cold towel from your forehead. "Don't worry about it, Chopper, at least I'm better now."

Chopper looks up at you, large tears streaming down his face, "You're not mad at me." He whispers desperately. Your nod causes him to jump up onto your bed, hugging you as best as he could.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much." He snuggles into you as pet his head. Suddenly, he shoots up, jumping down from the bed and rushing towards his cabinet filled to the brim with medicine.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you need to take this." He hands you a small vile filled with some green liquid. It looks thick, and definitely not like something you want to consume. "It doesn't taste good, but it'll help."

You take a deep breath before gulping down the strange concoction. It goes slowly down your throat, causing you to nearly choke. It takes a while before it goes down, the taste remaining stuck in your mouth.

Chopper takes the vile back from you, smile at you like you accomplished something great. "Good, good." He nods to himself before sitting down at a chair near your table.

Your eyes become droopy, and a yawn overwhelms your senses. You just woke up; you shouldn't feel this tired. Chopper urges you to lay back down, moving your blanket up and smoothing it out nicely. Before you know it, you're out like a light.

"Don't worry (Y/N), I'll keep you safe until you better."

---

Usopp couldn’t say no to you. None of the Strawhats could. But it was much harder for Usopp.

While Usopp would consider himself a master liar, any lie he attempts to weave gets forgotten when it comes to you.

However, desperate times cause for desperate measure.

“The world without us is dangerous.” Usopp words are quick, a mixture of nervousness and urgency in his voice. Whenever you even mention the idea leaving Usopp is quick to get the thought out of your mind.

“It’s filled with monsters and villains beyond your wildest dreams.” He raises his voice for dramatic effect, ashamed of the please feeling he gets at your obvious fear.

What Usopp is saying isn’t entirely a lie. The world is dangerous, and you most likely wouldn’t survive a day without them. However, the world is also filled with great people who wouldn’t waste a second helping you if needed.

You sigh, looking down at the water below you, “I know Usopp, it’s just I don’t want to weigh you guys down.”

Usopp gasps, eyes widened in shock. He shakes his head, giving you a comforting pat on the back. “Don’t worry (Y/N), you’ll never weight us down.” He gives you a happy smile, “We’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

Usopp knew that wasn’t a lie.

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Nami is who you usually spent your night with, reading and relaxing before bed was something you loved.

However, some nights you’d talk, and talk, and talk. The conversations ranged from boring and monotonous topics to something’s more deep.

“I hope we can have many adventures together Nami.” You say quietly, not really talking to her but to the world around you. You look longingly at the sky, the stars shining beautifully up above. “I want to travel the entire sea with you guys.”

There shouldn’t be a pit forming in Nami’s stomach, she should be happy you want to spend time with them, especially compared to how you used to act. But she didn’t like your distant look and your hollow smile. There was no passion behind your words, only a fading and distant hope.

A hope for something long gone, true unhindered freedom. The freedom to go where you want, meet you you want, be who you want. The Strawhats were keeping you from that, and Nami knew it.

She wanted to feel bad, but she couldn’t, and a dark part of it said it was because of love. She and her crew mates love you and want to see you happy and healthy. You can’t be that without them, without their protection.

A similar hollow smile graces Nani’s face as she looks up at the sky. Her eyes close as she silently wishes for you to one day understand why they do what they do, and for you to not hate them.

“I do too, (Y/N).”

---

A/n: Some of these are more possessive than protective but welp.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #yandere one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece strawhats #yandere strawhats #fanfiction #fanfic

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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Aita for not getting my roommate a birthday gift and insulting them when they got mad about it?

I don’t really think I’m the asshole (or at least the only asshole) but it’s become such a Situation I need some outside input.

So I and my roommate Ollie (both 18, gender irrelevant) have been living together in a college dorm for a couple months now. We aren’t friends, but we’re friendly. We talk a little in passing but nothing more. We get along for the most part, but my main issue is that Ollie has so much stuff.

I’ve lived with it for months but it’s always a mild annoyance. There’s stuff on our bathroom counter, the kitchen counter, always dishes in the sink and their desk is always a mess. We have separate sides of the room and separate spaces for our food and dishes in the sink and for our shower stuff and bathroom stuff but it still drives me crazy because there’s always clutter around. I haven’t talked to them about it because I don’t want them to get mad at me for trying to micromanage them—I don’t know if they would’ve but now they definitely would.

Also, I think we have a pretty big gap in how much money we have. We both have a meal plan so we can eat at the cafeteria on campus but their part of the fridge is always overflowing. They have a ton of expensive and what look like kinda redundant products, like five bottles of perfume on their desk, and I even saw cotton candy grapes in the fridge?? I haven’t been to the store in a while but I don’t think those are cheap. There’s also a ton of Starbucks and takeout food in the trash too. I on the other hand have to save the money I have (a couple hundred) to put towards a summer class. Even if I wanted to get them a birthday gift, I think it would come down to that or, like, gas money to go home for a weekend

Ollie’s birthday was a little over a week ago. They spent the day out with their friends from what I could tell off social media and when they came back they had a few grocery bags and an Amazon box or two, and once they set them down they asked me what I’d gotten for them.

I asked what they were talking about, and they said for their birthday. I told them I didn’t get them anything and then they started mumbling about fake friends and how they were nothing but nice to me and I couldn’t even give them anything in return. I’m not great on social cues so they might have been joking or sarcastic here but I told them they were crazy if they thought I was gonna add to any of their piles of useless stuff around here and called them a hoarder (that may be too harsh but I mean, I saw a Wendy’s receipt from October on their desk last week. It’s February.) They got really pissed and started swearing at me and I forget most of what was said after that but it escalated, we ended up screaming, they left for the night, it was bad.

Since then their friend from high school, we’ll call her Ruby (21F I think) has been blowing up my phone. Telling me I have no right to talk to Ollie like that, that I’m a shitty friend and she ought to just block me (we aren’t friends so idk where this one came from), and told me that apparently Ollie’s mom was some kind of a reclusive hoarder and Ollie has been crying and worrying about becoming like her. I honestly don’t believe this last one because I met their mom when we moved in last September and she seemed like a completely nice person.

Ollie hasn’t been back here. I think they got their essentials while I was in class and is staying with Ruby now, she lives in a building just off campus. I reached out to make sure they were okay and, you know, alive, and they just said “don’t fucking text me I’m fine don’t worry about it.” I have pretty bad anxiety, it’s been six days and it’s still almost all I can think about. I feel like I should apologize but I’m honestly not sure if I’m in the wrong or not. So, aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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phfenomena · 5 months

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❝soon you’ll get better. ❞ william h. bonney x f!reader

| A/N- just imagine billy taking care of you when you’re sick <33 he’d be so sweet i’ll literally cry

| WARNINGS- sickness, talk of death,

william h. bonney x reader fluff

your throat burned when you attempted a deep breath, and your nose felt like you were breathing through a wall. your body temperature was too hot but you felt entirely contrary to that. as you lay shivering and complaining in your mind of the pure unbridled annoyance you feel that out of all people you got sick.

billy had stepped out almost an hour ago saying he needed to grab some more things for you, but you couldn’t care less about what he thought you needed. you just needed him.

he comes in clumsily setting each bag and box of food you apparently needed. you slightly smile at the sound of things falling and his boots quickly moving around the wooden floor. you hear boxes and cans opening, and him swearing after he touches the boiling pot on accident.

you laid there on your side phasing in and out of consciousness as you wait for billy to be done with whatever he thought was important. you hear his boots approaching you and you lift your head up. he squats next to the bed and shows you his creation.

“it’s a potato and carrot soup, my ma used to make it when i got sick as a young’n. it’s like magic, just helps you recover real quick. the doctor said you’ve got a common cold, and i’d like to keep it common.” he brushes hair out of her eyes and sets his hand on your head. “i don’t know what i’d do without you, darling. sickness has taken away everyone from me and i won’t let it take you too. i’d go to the ends of the earth if there was an instant cure.” his eyes were soft and his eyebrows were furrowed. he laid a gentle kiss against your forehead.

you began to slowly sit up and let billy feed you small spoonfuls of the ‘magic’ soup. his gaze never leaving your face and his eyebrows never relaxing. you begin to feel guilty because he was doing something important, he wanted you to get better so he made you soup. a true gentleman. you thought.

“thank you, it’s really good.” you manage to croak out before he shushes you and comfortingly rubs his hand over your back. “save your voice, angel. it’s not good to be talkin’ in your condition.” you nod and continue eating the soup when his hand offers it.

“i ran into jesse when i was at the store, he said this colds been a real problem lately. most of the towns got it but it hasn’t taken anyone away yet, and you’re the strongest person here so i’m sure you’ll be alright, doll.” he sounded like he was comforting himself more than you but nevertheless you still nod and offer a small smile to him.

the next morning after a restless night full of billy holding you close, not caring if he got sick, you open your eyes and momentarily forget you were even sick the previous day. feeling alert and not freezing, you sat up and stretched. billy instantly following suit and eyeing you over. “how you feeling, angel?” his worried gaze studying every bit of you. “i feel fine, billy. stop worrying so much. stress isn’t good for you.” you quietly say, not used to talking, as you rub your thumbs over his furrowed eyebrows smoothing them out.

he chuckles and you’ve never been happier to see his smile. “cant help it when it comes to you, and i did tell you the soup was magic, did i not?” he says quickly forgetting the tender moment and instantly wanting his gratification. you narrow your eyes and look unamused. “yes billy. you did. i’ll have to make it for you the next time you get sick, you don’t get sick very often but i’ll have it on stand by.”

you come inside after wiping your boots off and heaving heavily from the heat. you were outside picking weeds and planting carrots and potatoes in the garden from the soup leftovers. there billy lay on the bed, groaning.

“i’m so damn cold and my head hurts. what’s wrong with my throat it feels so itchy.” he complains in an almost whining tone. you laugh as you approach him and press the back of your hand to his forehead.

“well, cowboy. you’re sick. seems you’ve contracted that common cold you talked about, get under the blankets and i’ll make the soup.” he dramatically turns over and looks at you with a grumpy facial expression. “this is your fault.” you hum and pat his head before stepping into the kitchen, laughing at how dramatic he is.

#billy the kid x reader #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #william bonney smut #william bonney fluff #william bonney x reader #william bonney #billy the kid fluff #billy bonney x reader #billy the kid #tom blyth fluff #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus fanfiction

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rookthorne · 1 year

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬

Blood was thicker than water, but no bond was stronger than the one you shared with two of the fiercest and most savage protectors that stalked the earth, and when someone dared threaten what was theirs? Even the devil himself couldn’t save them.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ➣ Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x Model!F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ➣ 5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ➣ Fluff, angst, whump, swearing, panic attacks, gun violence, hostage situations (insults are used towards reader), tending to wounds, polyamorous and secret / forbidden relationship ➣ Protective!Bucky and Protective!Winter Soldier is an understatement, they also speak a lot of Russian

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ➣ I had the thought of why not have two Bucky's... and yeah, I ran with it. ➣ A very special thank you goes to @sgt-seabass for her help in looking for ways I could oomph this up, and thanks to her, a certain scene made an appearance!

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ➣ Deadwood by Really Slow Motion ➣ Seven Nation Army (The Glitch Mob Remix) by The White Stripes, The Glitch Mob ➣ Sweet Dreams (Slowed / Reverbed by siasme) by Eurythmics, Annie Lennox, Dave Stewart

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ➣ @the-slumberparty's Week 3 Creator's Challenge — Masterlist ➣ @allcapsbingo ჻჻჻ 𝗕𝟱 — Model AU ჻჻჻ 𝗜𝟰 — "Not without you!" ჻჻჻ 𝗡𝟯 — Free Space — Bodyguard AU ჻჻჻ 𝗚𝟮 — Times Square ჻჻჻ 𝗢𝟭 — Vulnerability — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The big show had finally arrived–after weeks and months of preparation, you were about to take your place centre stage on the catwalk for something you could have only dreamed of doing.

Having been raised in a family not sore for funds, you knew what it was like living in the lap of luxury; people waiting on hand and foot to serve you, extravagant and lavish shopping trips that would make any ordinary person’s eyes water at the total. It wasn’t necessarily a hindrance to your outlook on life — but you woke up to just how lucky you were.

You were walking down the streets of New York with your bodyguards at your father’s insistence, and you came across a family dressed in ragged clothing and begging on the sidewalk. It was like the veil had been lifted and you could see clearly for the first time, not through the rose glasses you had worn since you were a child.

It was at that very spot you had ordered one of your bodyguards to stand with the family while you ran to the closest store to buy the family some dignity, much to the faux annoyance of the bodyguard that followed close behind you.

“I think that’ll be enough,” he said, smiling when you carried an arm full of food products and toiletries to the counter. “They will appreciate it but I can’t have you buying the whole damn store, they won’t know what to do with it all.” You pouted at him and he chuckled, taking the bags of goods and offering his arm for you to take.

You could have sworn that since that moment, your two brooding followers looked at you with an unfathomable softness - a feat that you were sure was impossible from the smaller of the two, but nonetheless, it was there. Just like it was there now, the two of them stood in your dressing room with you while you got ready with an infinite number of stylists bustling around. Their reflections gave away that they were watching like wolves in wait, their teeth only baring when someone burst through the door unexpectedly.

“You two have to calm down,” you started, swivelling in your chair to face them, ignoring the way that the wardrobe crew grumbled. “You’ll have a heart attack otherwise.”

Bucky laughed, his broad shoulders shaking in apparent mirth before they abruptly stopped, his face falling deadpan. “Not a chance.”

The guard next to him, James, stared at you, his face in shadow so you only just made out the slight eyebrow raise. He might have said something, though it was lost behind the black mask he wore.

“C’mon, guys,” you whined. Nerves were making you fidget and you continued to ignore the scowling of the nail tech. “Humour me, I’m already nervous enough.”

If the room were not crowded with staff, you would have been wrapped in Bucky’s arms with soothing words, while James stood to the side and offered you a soft smile that brightened his eyes, his hand taking hold of yours.

But you weren’t alone, you were amongst people that would have no qualms about throwing you to the wolves — the head of the pack being your father, who would downright turn into a monster if he found out the arrangement you had with his two best men.

The secret had to be kept at all cost.

“You will do fine.”

You looked at James and smiled. Out of the two, James struggled the most with displaying any kind of care or outward softness — entirely opposite to his partner. Though he had his moments when he managed to soothe you in his own way. “Thank you, Jamie,” you whispered, and he nodded once, his curtain of dark hair shifting with the sudden movement.

“They won’t know what hit ‘em,” Bucky said, smiling widely and dare you say it, proudly.

“Ten minutes!” A voice called from behind the closed door, and you sighed heavily.

The makeup team did their final touches and cleared away swiftly under the piercing gaze of James, while Bucky watched the stylists move in and adjust your clothes. It was all so much - even after all the rehearsals it still felt like you were walking out there like a fawn, too weak and stumbly on heels that were too big with predators nipping at your heels. The wolves that protected you felt too far away.

“Hey, hey,” a muffled voice said, a blurred face hovered in your sight and you blinked. It was Bucky, and his voice was so low only you would hear him. “You with me, doll? ‘M here, c’mon. Deep breath for me.”

You startled and gasped sharply, the sudden expansion of your lungs making you cough.

“Are you done?” Bucky asked the room at large, his gaze focused on the styling team who nodded quickly. “Get out.”

Shoes scrambled over the linoleum floor and James’ heavy boot falls followed before a slam of the door echoed. “They’re gone,” James said simply, walking back over to stand next to Bucky. “You will do so well, kisa,” he whispered, kneeling down so he could look up at you. His hands were cold when he grabbed yours, but you squeezed them back while taking a deep breath. “And we’re so proud of you, our girl, hmm?”

Bucky’s hand rested on your shoulder as James spoke and he squeezed.

“Yeah,” you breathed, trying your hardest to stem the tide of tears so your makeup wouldn’t be ruined. “Yeah I-I will, I want you to be proud-”

“We always are, sweetheart,” Bucky interrupted. He kissed your forehead softly while James placed a hand on your thigh. “Always proud of our girl, aren’t we, James?”

“Navsegda i vechnost',” James replied.

Bucky snorted and ruffled James’ hair, who let out an indignant huff. “Such a sap.”

A loud knock at the door made the two men turn around quickly, and it opened wide enough for Tracey, your favourite assistant, to peek her head through. Bucky and James relaxed at the sight of her, and you met her eye. “You’re up next, love,” she said before looking between your wolves. “Hey James, Bucky.”

“Thanks, Tracey, I’ll be out there in a second.” Tracey nodded and shut the door softly. You stood and brushed down your outfit, sighing softly.

“You look stunning, doll,” Bucky whispered, cupping your cheek.

James nodded and his eyes brightened above the mask. “Krasivaya, moy kisa.”

You smiled widely at their attention and you started walking forward. In an instant, the soft and comforting aura was dropped, replaced by one that billowed like smoke of fierce protectiveness while they flanked you. Staff gave you a wide berth and you were relieved; you needed the space.

Bodies were flocking to and fro from the stage and amongst them, you spied Tracey standing by the stairs, clipboard in hand and a calm smile on her face amongst the chaos. “Hey,” you greeted, coming to a stop just before her. “All ready to go now, when am I on?”

Tracey glanced down at the clipboard and hummed. “Erica and Sophie need to do their thing, and then it’s you.” She glanced back up and pointedly stared at Bucky and James, who, naturally, didn’t flinch. “You boys can wait just here,” she said, pointing towards the steps. “Mind you don’t get in the way of everyone else.”

You heard James scoff and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yes, ma’am,” Bucky said, saluting.

“Thank you.”

James and Bucky didn’t leave your side, however. They stuck like glue to you until it was your turn to make your way onto the catwalk, and always the gentlemen, they held your hands on the way up. “Can’t have you falling down. Now, go get ‘em,” Bucky said, beaming.

The stage was bright, the cameras blinding with their constant flashes. A calm settled over you and the catwalk became an extension of your being — it was time to work. People and camera men clamoured at the base of the raised platform as you strutted to the end, and you ignored them, your eyes focused on a point at the far wall.

You imagined Bucky and James waiting for you at the end at the stairs to keep your breathing even, your expression blank and calm. It worked a charm, until a loud shout rang out over the chaos.

There was a man beside you suddenly, waving a Glock and a manic glint in his eye. “There ain’t enough fuckin’ money to save you, bitch!” Cold dread flooded your stomach and then his hand grabbed your bicep hard, the grip bruising.

“Let me-”

“Let the girl go!” Bucky. He was standing on the catwalk, gun drawn, and face carved from stone. “You let her go, and I won’t shoot to kill.”

People were screaming behind you, and you winced, your vision blurring from the tears that burned your waterline. You didn’t want to die. The sudden cold bite of metal hit your temple and you whimpered — the gunman had you in his grip and he wasn’t going to let go, he wasn’t going to release you back to your wolves.

The predatory glint in Bucky’s eyes told you all you needed to know; this was it. He wasn’t looking at you and the silent tears that fell unbidden down your cheeks, he was watching the gunman with such lethal vitriol it was a wonder he didn’t drop dead on the spot.

“I said, let her go, and I won’t shoot to kill.” Bucky’s voice was low, a deep growl from the belly of the wolf. “You don’t want a third eye, do you?”

“Not until her bastard father-” You began to squirm, desperate to get away and back to Bucky and James, even though you couldn’t see the latter. “Stand still, bitch!”

You froze, and so did the world around you. The muzzle of his Glock pushed into your temple again with such force it made you grit your teeth. People were still screaming around you and there was shouting, pleas for safety and to lower weapons.

Where the fuck was James? You sobbed and looked around frantically, there was no sign of him, but Bucky had changed his stance; shoulders straight and legs spread, it was as though he was preparing to pounce.

“Get her father on the phone and maybe I won’t fuck her face up too badly,” the gunman yelled, pulling you close against his chest and wrapping the hand he had around your arm around your throat instead. “She can have an open casket, isn’t that what you want?”

He squeezed and you choked, staring wide-eyed at Bucky. Scrabbling against the man’s arms was doing nothing, but you kept trying — I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die — you begged, a continuous chant.

Bucky’s lip curled in a snarl, and he glanced at you, eyes not softening, before staring back at the gunman. A chill flew down your spine at the absolute fury in his eyes. “I warned you.”

A quiet whoosh sounded far away, the grip on your throat lessened, and a wet splatter echoed right next to your ear, followed by the loud thump of a body hitting the floor.

“DOWN!” A pair of hands grabbed both of your arms and pulled you forward into a hard, broad chest. Screams from the people echoed around you and more gunshots cracked the air.

“Oh my-” You gasped, staring down at the body that once held you like a bargaining chip. It was surreal. The person holding you ran, and you watched in shock as a pair of legs clad in tactical gear appeared beside you — James.

“Dvigat'sya!”

“What-”

“Fucking move, you bastard!” A voice ordered above you over the screaming of the gathered spectators and you realised it was Bucky — Bucky was holding you to his chest in a kind of side hold while he pushed through the crowd, gun in hand.

Someone managed amongst the fray to rush Bucky from the side and you screamed — he had a knife- “No, you fucking don’t!” Bucky roared, the hand with the gun somehow whipped up in time to roundhouse the man in the head, the crack of his skull loud enough to be heard over the chaos around you.

“Hold on, doll, you’re safe,” Bucky continued, his voice sharper than a knife in your ear. Fear spread like wildfire through your entire body and you seized up, the instinct to freeze setting in before you could comprehend his assurance. “Fuck, James, prikroy menya!”

“Idti!”

Arms swept under your knees and behind your shoulders, and you were resting against Bucky’s chest — eyes still wide with fear and confusion. People were running and scattering in their haste to get away, and gunshots still filled the air. You could see James behind Bucky with his Skorpion drawn, the muzzle flashing with each shot he took.

There was no way to make sense of what had happened — you were just on the catwalk, doing your job, your passion, and now you were in Bucky’s arms while James slaughtered the remaining gunmen with no care for taking them alive. A switch had been flicked between the two of them, and you were helplessly struck dumb with the absurdity of it all.

The night air was cold against your already goosebump stricken skin and you gasped, flinching instinctively and curling closer into Bucky’s chest. “I got you, sweetheart, hang on,” Bucky rushed. He was looking around with narrowed eyes, looking for something, when they widened. “James! There, go!” He jerked his head towards what he was searching for but James stood stock still, gun trained on the entrance of the venue.

“Go, take her and get out of here!”

Bucky growled, a snarl on his lips and you whimpered. “I will not leave you the fuck behind, get your ass in the car and drive!”

“Ty, blyad', idiot, ya skazal tebe poyti, i vot ty prosto-”

Hearing them fight was worse than a knife to the guts, and you whined, reaching a hand out to James. “Please, I-”

“You heard her,” Bucky yelled over his shoulder while he stalked to what you saw was a car, the black SUV they had driven you here in. “Popast' v chertovu mashinu.”

The cold night air vanished when Bucky placed you on the back seat. “Bucky, what happened, I-I don’t-” You tried, but you were silenced when he sat next to you and pulled you close so your head could rest on his shoulder.

“You were targeted,” Bucky explained hastily. The sound of the driver’s door slamming shut made you flinch, and the car rumbled to life. “I fucking knew something wasn’t right-”

Tires squealed against the pavement and the car jerked forward, pushing you harder against Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m sorry- Hang on,” James said loudly, and the car swerved around a corner. “Bezopasnyy dom, Bucky?”

“Da, tikhiy,” Bucky replied. “Vy videli, kto yeshche eto bylo?”

James and Bucky were still talking, but their voices were becoming muffled, and you started to breathe heavily — the tides of panic were starting to pull you under. You were attacked? Targeted? The concept would be laughable if you were in a fit state of mind, who would want to attack you, it was fucking absurd.

“Sweetheart, stay with me,” Bucky whispered and you sobbed. His hand grabbed yours and placed it over his chest against the tactical shirt. “Breathe with me, in and out.” The steady beat of Bucky’s heart grounded you and you tried pulling in a lungful of air, but it caught on a sob. “I know, I know, sweetheart, you’re alright,” he soothed, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Bol'she vragov yeye ottsa, bez somneniya,” James said, his voice still loud and you opened your eyes, not realising you had closed them. Bucky growled low in his throat at James’ statement.

“Prosto voz'mi nas tuda i bystro,” Bucky then said, his voice low and his grip tightening. “Doll, look where we are.”

You looked up from his shoulder and gasped softly. The bright lights of Times Square shone in the night and into the back seat of the car. Bucky loosened his grip slightly so you could turn and watch the lights fly by; it was no secret that you loved the the area, both James and Bucky had accompanied you on every impromptu trip, and seeing it at such a desperately fearful moment instilled a calm unlike any other — it flowed and ebbed through the panic and loosened the vice around your chest, and the warmth of Bucky’s presence only made it easier to breathe.

“Are you okay, kisa?” James asked from the front, glancing at you in the rear mirror when you met his gaze.

Nodding slowly, you glanced back out the window. Bucky pulled you close again and you followed, not willing to be far from him for long at all. “We need to do another impromptu shopping trip,” Bucky offered, his voice quiet. The sigh from behind James’ mask was almost inaudible. “What, you love seeing her light up just as much as I do, punk.”

“You are not wrong,” James replied, and the car was cloaked in darkness again, the lights of Times Square long gone.

The inside of the car was silent for a little while, filled with the occasional slight sniffle from you, and the hum of the car engine. It was broken when James turned the wheel and hissed quietly. “James?” Bucky asked, sitting ramrod straight.

“It’s nothing-” James tried, but Bucky was having none of it. The concern rolled from him in waves and you began to grow worried, too.

“Like hell it’s nothing, you idiot,” Bucky said, his voice sharp with worry. “Can you drive?” James nodded, though Bucky didn’t relax. “When we get there, I’ll sweep the place and you stay with her.”

A stormy look pinched James’ brow and his eyes darkened, and if he wasn’t wearing his mask, you knew you would have seen him scowling and gritting his teeth in frustration — he didn’t take well to being ordered around. “James,” you said softly, and he looked at you briefly in the mirror before focusing on the road again. “Please let Bucky look at the wound when we get- Where are we going?”

“Safe house,” Bucky answered.

You nodded. “Let Bucky look at you when we get there, please, for me.” It seemed to take all the effort in him, but you watched James’ shoulders sag as he nodded once.

Half an hour later, the car pulled into a home nestled deep amongst trees, the long driveway passing in a heartbeat. Bucky shifted on the seat and kissed you on the forehead. “You wait with James,” he said, then he looked towards the front. “Give me the Skorpion.”

James’ hand reached back with his favourite weapon and Bucky took it, pulling out the clip and replacing it with a fully loaded magazine. The car came to a stop, and Bucky jumped out immediately, focus entirely honed on the unassuming house.

“Come, kisa,” James said, opening the door. You followed and gasped at the cold air of the night. James’ door shut quietly and he beckoned you over. “C’mere.”

Warmth enveloped you when James pulled you close, and you shuffled closer so you were plastered to his front, soaking in the offered act of comfort like it was your last. “I was so scared,” you mumbled, tearing up again.

“I know, kisa,” James rasped. His voice was muffled by the mask and you pulled away slightly, reaching up and around to the back of his head. It came away with a click and James sighed. “Thank you.”

“I know you like wearing it, but I want to see my James now,” you whispered. James smiled and one of his hands held the back of your neck, and pulled you closer.

Footsteps sounded from the front of the house. “It’s clear. Get inside, come on.” With Bucky’s command, you grabbed James’ arm and walked forward, wincing in sympathy whenever he grimaced. “Where did you get hit?”

“My side, I think it just grazed-”

Bucky scowled. “Doll, take him straight to the bathroom, it’s the first door on the left in the hallway.” You nodded and started walking when Bucky stalked towards what looked to be the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “You better do as you’re fucking told, punk.”

You would have rolled your eyes as James’ heavy sigh had you been in a joking mood. Exhaustion settled heavy in your mind, weighing down your body with the realisation of what had just happened.

“Stay with us, kisa,” James breathed, watching you as he entered the surprisingly large bathroom. “Don’t get stuck in that pretty head of yours.”

“Sorry-” You tried, but you were cut off by James’ lips on yours. It was a soft kiss, sweet and giving, and it had you almost weak in the knees.

James pulled away first and shook his head slightly. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” he ordered gently, holding your face between his hands. “I will not have it.”

“Stop pulling moves on our girl and sit your ass down,” Bucky said suddenly, appearing in the doorway, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips. “Go on.”

With a huff, James sat on the bench in the shower, moving to take off the tactical gear when you rushed forward. “No, no, let me,” you said, fingers already moving to undo the buckles. James looked up at you with wide eyes, your urgency rendering him speechless.

Metal clinked behind you and you figured Bucky was preparing the med kit, but you didn’t rush, every move seemed to irritate James’ wound and like hell you would cause him more pain.

A few moments later, James sat on the bench shirtless with the wound in his side on full display. It was a bullet wound, though thankfully it was only a graze; like all three of you had hoped. “Alright,” Bucky said, sitting next to James and facing him with a grimace. “This will sting.”

“Hang on,” you said. The two of them watched you curiously as you darted out the room, coming back with a small stool from the kitchen you had passed by just a few moments ago. You placed it in front of James and sat down. “Come here, baby,” you whispered, and James immediately obeyed, his eyes clouded with unshed tears. Bucky watched sadly while James got comfortable, your hand on the back of his neck and your fingers in his hair so you could scratch his scalp, while the other rested against his shoulder. One of his hands rested on your knee, the other on your thigh, and he squeezed whenever a sharp breath of pain left him.

You had learnt through trial and error — mostly error — that James wouldn’t let his guard down around anyone bar the two of you, and while he was hurting… it was even harder for him to maintain that facade.

“Okay, go ahead,” you whispered, looking at Bucky who nodded once, and got to work patching the wound.

“You did well today, doll,” Bucky began, the needle in his fingers moving with precision. “Even though it all went to shit.” A subtle shift against your neck told you James was nodding his agreement.

“What happened?” You asked, still maintaining the soothing motion of scratching James’ scalp. “I was out there and all of a sudden it just… blew up. I didn’t know what the hell was happening.”

There was a pause and you watched Bucky’s expression remain carefully neutral. “I honestly don’t know who the fuck it was that attacked you tonight,” Bucky said. “You know your father isn’t exactly a saint-”

You knew that for a fact. He was a dirty CEO, probably worse, and it was why you decided to split from his ‘ideal daughter’ and pave your own way. No way did you want to be involved in dirty money.

“-And we,” Bucky gestured to James and then himself, “believe someone wanted revenge for something that he’s done, one way or another. It’s the only thing that makes sense right now, anyway.”

Silence fell while you considered his words. And then, you sighed heavily at the sudden weight of the world on your shoulders. “Well, fuck.”

Bucky snorted and continued to bandage James’ side. “My thoughts exactly.”

“Wait- How did- Who killed the man that had me-”

“James did,” Bucky answered, not meeting your eyes.

You gaped at Bucky and your hand tightened in James’ hair. “How? That was not a typical gunshot wound.”

“There has always been a case in your dressing room with one of James’ snipers,” Bucky went on to explain, eyes still trained on the wound. James was stiff in your hold, bracing himself. “The case and gun only unlock slash operate when it is his fingerprints. When you went up the stairs he doubled back and assembled it, and then hid in the rafters to watch you and the crowd. I knew he was going to take the shot,” he gestured to his ear. “Thanks to that device.”

“You what?” You asked, astonished. “There has been a sniper rifle in my fucking dressing room this entire time? How did I never see it?”

“I am good at hiding,” James whispered against your neck. “You never saw it because I was the one that hid it, the staff didn’t know.”

“What the fuck.” A quiet laugh left both James and Bucky at your surprise.

“You know we’re nothing if not thorough, doll.”

A few moments had passed when Bucky finally shifted in his seat and placed the unused supplies back in the med kit before running a hand up and down James’ back. “It’s done, you did good.”

“Thank you,” James said quietly, his voice slightly muffled by your neck. He placed a soft kiss there and then sat up, wincing from the pain.

You smiled sadly and stood from the stool.

“Wait, wait,” Bucky called, hand raised. “How’s your arm?”

“It’s fine, I think it’ll only bruise a little bit,” you assured, looking between the both of them who were staring up at you. “James stopped him just in time.”

They both looked displeased but you walked out of the bathroom. It felt like you were just going through the motions, operating on autopilot as you took the stool back into the kitchen. It was all too much. Your father, the attack, the realisation that no matter how hard you tried, the trail of sin would follow you and endanger you; maybe even for the rest of your life.

“Sweetheart?” The voice was soft and you turned to see Bucky hovering behind you, a slight frown that was the final nail in the coffin. “Oh, babydoll,” Bucky breathed, rushing forward and throwing the med kit onto the counter when you shuddered, a heart wrenching sob wracking your chest. “C’mere, I’m here.”

The sudden embrace broke the floodgates and you wailed - overwhelmed and so, so afraid. Bucky held you against his chest in a crushing grip, willing it to ground and soothe you, when James poked his head out from the bathroom. They must have shared a silent look because you felt James against your back, his bulk just as warm and comforting as Bucky’s.

“We’ve got you, kisa,” James whispered while Bucky began to rock you gently side to side. “You’re safe.”

A moment later, Bucky shifted you slightly in his arms, and James let go. You whined at the loss of contact but Bucky hushed you. “Let’s get into bed, you need your rest, and so does this punk.”

James huffed and led the way towards a closed door.

“Please lay with me, I don’t want to be alone,” you whispered, clutching Bucky’s shirt. “Please.”

“Of course we’re gonna stay, sweetheart,” Bucky offered, walking you to the bed and placing you on the edge. “We wanna hold you.”

James made a hum of agreement and moved onto the bed, kneeling behind you. “Arms up.” You did so and James pulled your shirt off, his touch lingering on your skin. Bucky made short work of your shoes, socks, and pants with minimal help from you. The weight behind you shifted and the sound of more buckles unfastening made your skin warm.

“No, not tonight,” Bucky said, reading your mind. “Just wanna hold you.”

You nodded and then James’ hand pulled you back so your back was flush with his chest. Thinking of his wound, you opened your mouth to protest when his hand rested against your stomach and he tucked his chin into the crook of your neck. “It’s fine, don’t you worry. Just relax for us.”

The bed bounced when Bucky sidled up to your front. You looked up at him, feeling safe and content while between them. “Well, hey there, sugar,” Bucky purred, smirking cheekily. “You come here often?”

You giggled and James made a quiet noise of protest. “No funny business.”

“Bite me,” Bucky retorted, looking affronted.

“I am tempted-”

“Boys,” you interrupted. Bucky stared at you and you could just feel James’ annoyance. They were so petty. “Cuddle me.” Instantly, James’ arms tightened around your middle and Bucky slung his leg over your thigh, moving so close you could rest your forehead against the juncture of his throat and you rested a hand against his chest, right over his heart.

“Didn’t have to tell us twice, sweetheart,” Bucky said, the rumble of his voice against your palm soothing.

The three of you laid in silence until a wave of exhaustion suddenly hit you, a wide yawn leaving you before you could stifle it. “Go to sleep, kisa,” James whispered, and Bucky kissed your forehead. “We’ve got you, you’re safe.”

Sleep pulled you under before you could reply, and you missed the way James and Bucky looked at you; so tenderly and with a fierce protectiveness, unmeasured and untamed. They would protect you, no matter the cost.

navsegda i vechnost' = forever and eternity krasivaya, moy kisa = beautiful, my kitten dvigat'sya! = move! prikroy menya! = cover me! idti! = go! ty, blyad', idiot, ya skazal tebe poyti, i vot ty prosto- = you fucking idiot, I told you to go and there you are- popast' v chertovu mashinu = get in the damn car bezopasnyy dom = safe house da, tikhiy = yes, the quiet one. vy videli, kto yeshche eto bylo? = did you see who else it was? bol'she vragov yeye ottsa, bez somneniya = more of her father's enemies, no doubt prosto voz'mi nas tuda i bystro. = just get us there, and fast.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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they-call-me-emmy · 6 months

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The Past is The Past 3

Part 1 and 2 on my account <3

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

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Tara pushed the food around her plate using her fork. She'd barely eaten a bite all dinner, busy glaring at Sam and avoiding any sort of eye contact with Y/N.

"So." Sam began, putting a hand to her mouth and pausing, to finish chewing. "Y/N. How's life been treating you? I haven't seen you around in a while."

There was a second of silence as Y/N finished her food.

"Fine." She stated, setting her fork down on her napkin. "Work's been rough, but nothing besides that."

Sam nodded. "You work at that bookstore, right? The one with the bunny in the window? I drive by it on my way to the grocery store."

Tara had no idea what they were talking about. She hadn't gone shopping since she'd come home. What bookstore? What bunny? It was like listening to people speaking nonsense.

"Yeah. That's the one. Shifts have been longer recently, we're low on staff."

Sam nodded, continuing to eat. Y/N cleared her throat.

"Tara," Tara startled from her daze at the sound of her name, in Y/N's voice no less. "Sam's been telling me your getting back into horror? Is that true?"

Tara glared at Sam.

"I've always been into horror."

Y/N nodded, pursing her lips, sensing the tension in the room. The need to just...not talk.

"I was-" Y/N cleared her throat and took a sip of water. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to watch some of your favorites...y'know, the few we watched in the last year you really enjoyed? I wouldn't mind re-watching them with you."

Tara couldn't help but feel weird. She's watched movies with this girl. She'd watched horror movies. She'd watched horror movies and enjoyed them. With this girl? This girl she hardly knew now?

"Maybe."

Y/N nodded.

"I've been busy lately." Tara pushed a cooked carrot into her napkin. She didn't like those.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Tara, you've been sitting on your ass for the past week-"

Tara suddenly stood up. "I'm finished. I'm going to go wash the dishes." She took Sam and Y/N's plates and left without another word.

Tara knew they'd talk the moment she left. She hovered at the door, running the sink in the background so they'd think she was cleaning. Maybe they'd mention the big thing tonight. Maybe they'd say something that would finally help her understand her past.

"I'm sorry she's being an ass." Sam's voice was muffled through the kitchen door.

"It's fine. I wasn't expecting a heartwarming welcome. I mean, come on, I'm practically a stranger to her. And it's hard on her too, Sam. Remember she's struggling too."

Tara would have felt mad if anyone else had said this, as if they pitied her and felt sorry for her state of mind. But hearing those words, those words in Y/N's sweet voice...felt like reassurance that someone understand how she'd been struggling.

"I know...I'm trying to get her to...connect. Y'know? Re-enforce those bonds...god, you two were like peas in a pod. I can't imagine how long it'll take for that to be back, especially with her new...attitude." Sam sounded empathetic, but there was still a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

"I'm not expecting it to just click again...but I can wait. I'm assuming you haven't told her?" Y/N asked.

Tara could feel her heart beat a little faster. Was this it? Was she about to learn what this secret was that everyone seemed so desperate to avoid?

"No. I don't feel like it's the right time. I mean, you see the way she is. Putting that much more pressure on her is bound to do no good."

"You have to tell her at some point." Y/N said. "You and her would both prefer you telling her rather then her randomly learning one day, or even worse, getting a flash of memory from it. The doctor did say those happen, especially with traumatic experiences, at least in her case."

"I don't feel like now is the right time."

"Soon, Sam. Please. The girl deserves to know. This is important."

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starlostt5 · 8 months

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Jeans

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

summary: you have a breakdown over finding new jeans

a/n: hello! my first fic on this acc I have a marvel acc that I have neglected so I'm starting fresh! This is for the girlies with killer thighs who I assume have had the same problem as me finding the jeans that fit properly!!!!

warnings: probably mistakes English isn't my first language and also I haven't written anything for months so I'm rusty

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"Fuck!"

Spencer pokes his head from the bathroom at your profanity, checking to see if everything is okay.

"Sweetheart, you okay?"

You look at your boyfriend and he can tell something is wrong, not because he's a profiler but because there's tears threatening to spill.

"These are the fourth jeans this month alone."

The jeans you've just now ripped were the last ones you've had, which only could mean one thing. Jean shopping was necessary.

"Baby, that's okay I'll take you to get new ones. It's okay."

Spencer knows he said something wrong when you give him the look - annoyance and frustration in your eyes.

"You just don't get it."

Maybe you sound dramatic, and yeah, you know he wants to help, but that wasn't what you wanted to hear so you dramatically flop on the bed and sigh.

"Okay, tell me what can I do for you?" You groan into your pillow.

"Nothing Spence, let's just go get new jeans."

Spencer texts Emily that there has been an emergency and he won't be able to come to work today, which you tried to stop him from doing because this could wait - apparently not.

"Let's go." Spencer grabs your hand and leads you out.

Spencer severely miscalculated the amount of time it would take you to find jeans - you did tell him this is a process, but he didn't expect that after 3 hours you've gotten 0 jeans.

"I give up. This is hopeless. " You walk out of the fitting room trying so hard not to cry, but this always happens.

"They don't fit properly everywhere. They are either too tight on thighs or they are too wide on my hips or both, or they're too long or short, they have no pockets and if they do they are too small. Oh and get this, when you go to the plus-size store, they get more expensive. Why?I can't even order anything online because the sizes are different everywhere and I-" Spencer pulls you into his chest and caresses your back, drawing circles trying to calm you down.

He never thought about this because he's never had that issue and now it makes sense you've been upset this morning. Now he was even upset at himself for not understanding earlier.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry I didn't understand. Tell you what, let's take a break for ice cream or whatever you want."

Sometimes, you don't believe Spencer is real and even better he's yours.

"Okay sounds good."

While taking a break, Spencer has been thinking about you and how stressful this is for you both physically and mentally.

"What you thinking about so hard, Doc." Spencer chuckles at your pet name for him, you love Back to The Future and Spencer, well he has some issues with how time travel was done, but he likes the pet name anyways.

"I'm thinking how to fix this. Why are jeans so hard to find? That's not fair."

"Spence, you can't just fix the system. This is just how it is. Besides, this wasn't so bad you were there."

Spencer frowns. How many times have you gone on a hunt for jeans without him, if this was "not so bad" how does it look when he's not here.

"Baby, that doesn't help. Is there anything I can do for you?" Spencer asks, holding your hand.

"Uh, you're the fbi call every single company that makes jeans and tell them to make better jeans." you joke, but Spencer gets an idea.

"You know what you're right."

You look at him quizzically, trying to figure out what your genius is going to do.

"Don't worry about it let's go home we're done for today."

*some days later*

Spencer gets the notification that his package is almost home, and he's genuinely excited for you to get this gift. Unfortunately, he won't be there to open it with you, but he's sure you'll love it.

As if on cue his phone rings.

"Hey, Spence, something arrived in your name, I didn't know you ordered anything?" you look at the box in your hands trying to figure out what it is.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you." you scoff, Spencer is literally unable to forget anything.

"Okay, I lied, that's a surprise for you, but promise not to open it before I'm able to face time you okay?" Spencer can feel your excitement and impatience from miles away, but after some sweet talking, you finally promise not to even take a peek.

"Loverboy, the surprise go well?" Derek asks, ruffling Spencers hair.

"I don't know yet. I am like 90% sure that she'll like my surprise but there's always a chance she doesn't so." Everyone rolls their eyes at his reply and continue talking about the case.

Finally, after getting to the hotel, Spencer showers and calls you, excited to have you see the surprise.

"Hi, honey." Spencer chuckles at seeing you with a box opener in your hand and box inches from you.

"I wasn't gonna open it."

"Sure you weren't. Go on, baby." You huff and open the box carefully, hoping there wasn't anything breakable. You might have shook it a couple of times but he didn't need to know that.

Your eyes open wide in surprise, you look at the box and then at Spencer and then again at the box.

You pull out the pair of jeans from the box and look at them.

"Try them on."

"Spence what is this?" you ask looking through the box counting 6 pairs of jeans with no tag or size on them.

"They're jeans for you! Remember how you said I'm the fbi and I should call everyone and tell them to make better jeans?" the disbelief on your face makes him smile.

"Well I didn't do exactly that. But... I did use some connections in the fbi. Anyways try them on"

Not knowing what else to do, you just do that.

"Spencer."

"These are perfect like they fit like they were made for me."

"It's because they were, and if some of them don't fit, let me know if I need to have a talk with the person to fix them."

You can't believe your boyfriend literally went out of his way and had someone make you a perfect pair of jeans.

"I... I don't know what to say. You're literally the best and no these are perfect. How?"

"Well, I had Garcia research some people and then I found them and then had Derek meet some of them to threaten them to do a good job and yeah."

He says that like it's the most normal thing to say, like he's listing groceries.

"I love you. Not because of the jeans just-"

"I know, I know, but try all of them on. Also, I personally wouldn't mind if you lost the shirt you know because it's gonna overshadow the jeans you know?"

"Spencer!"

[the end]

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hope you enjoyed.

likes comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

#spencer reid #cm #criminal minds #mgg #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader #spencer reid fic

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naboman · 3 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

synopsis: The tale in which the honorable and once contemptible secretary of the student council ends up getting more involved than she would like with the respectful Mitsuya Takashi. But there's just one problem—he is part of the group of people the girl detests the most.

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi + Fem!Reader.

Genders: Drama and tragedy, Angst, Comedy, Romeu and Juliet trope, (Predominantly) enemy to lovers.

Start Point [Next]

"Have you heard? There's a guy looking for [Name]-Senpai!"

Three days. It had been exactly three days of hearing the same whispers through the school corridors, punishing her with indiscreet glances and barely suppressed suggestive tones. She felt flattered by this sudden wave of popularity that covered her like the cloak of a king - beautiful and relentless. However, the crown of her reign was starting to weigh on her head like lead.

Anyway, [Name] had no idea who this person was or what they wanted, and as much as it bothered her, she was far from taking any initiative to confront the situation.

She took the last sip of the orange juice from the tiny carton, promptly tossing the juice box into the trash can next to the table. The school was a war zone - club assistants coming and going at an absurd speed, even though she had made it clear that they should consult their respective advisers. But it wouldn't be a mere misunderstanding or more than one that would stop her from continuing with what she was doing. In no way, she continued cleaning the camera lens. The Nikon D3100 also known as the 'Starting Point for Imminent Discord' - a loving nickname given by some kind members of the Student Council.

Speaking of the Student Council… The Counselors' room generously offered its valuable space to store some of the materials crucial for the school newspaper - needless to say, most were against the idea, but given the situation the journalism club was in, all that remained was to accept without hesitation.

Point for the Journalism Club. (Yeah!)

However, unforeseen events could not be avoided. That being said...

"What the hell are these boxes doing in here?!" The strident voice crossed the room seconds after the door was opened, unfortunately, she knew the owner of the voice well enough to know that he wouldn't be pleased with the news. He already wasn't, apparently.

"Oh, Yuuma!" she greeted with a false air of friendliness, which didn't go unnoticed by the brunette, who furrowed his eyebrows. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"These boxes weren't here earlier today, what happened? No one informed me in advance."

"Look at that coincidence; I can relate quite well to your mood," she replied without looking away from what she was doing, but felt the annoyance manifesting on her colleague's face within seconds. "My freshmen informed me that the table we received arrived today, and we need to remove our materials from the club room. Isn't it hilarious?"

"And who's going to sort this out? You can't just leave this lying around without a plan!" he said as he navigated between the boxes, as if treading on a floor made of glass.

"Don't despair; some of my assistants will come later to sort this out," she shrugged.

"Okay, and what about you?"

"Me? What about me?" she blinked repeatedly, feigning innocence.

"Don't you have your own pending commitments, [Name]?"

The girl raised an eyebrow, then shifted her gaze to the camera in her hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, really?" he laughed sarcastically. "Because there are some well-informed girls outside looking for you. You should talk to them to refresh your memory."

'Every day is a lousy day to be in the student council'. She sighed.

"Tell them I had to leave, or... I don't know, make up something else. I'm busy," she finally said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand and a yawn.

The guy felt a vein popping seeing the girl's nonchalance, but it quickly passed - much to [Name]'s surprise - and he soon returned to the door with his warmest smile.

"Of course she came!" [Name] widened her eyes, leaving her comfortable seat to press her fingertips into the arms of the well-padded chair. "Sorry for the delay, just a second."

He hissed a "Come here now!" with a nod and a scowl on his face. Frowning, she reluctantly snapped her camera shut and stowed it back in her bag, heading to the door with quick steps, hands tucked into the pockets of her college jacket. With her sweetest honey-eater smile, she declared:

"Contact the president, he knows what to do and can provide a copy of the notice board if you're interested," she warned, even before allowing the girls to take the initiative. Catching them off guard with her excessive, almost suffocating friendliness, she continued, "I can schedule a time or even—"

"No, it's not that!" Her harmonious smile felt a hiccup with the interruption. "We're looking for the chief editor, Kawaguchi [Name]-senpai!"

The short girl with glasses waved repeatedly, carried away by nervousness, while her short-haired companion nodded and patted her shoulder as encouragement.

"Yes, yes, we need to talk to you about the retrospective fair. We already have an idea to document the club events!" the short-haired one said, proud and exuding confidence.

"Retrospective fair...?" she pondered, scratching her neck in search of an answer. Then, an embarrassing memory about the club's proposal to the council for an event to conclude another school year by documenting extracurricular activities came to mind. This proposal seemed intentionally shooting oneself in the foot, aware of the consequences. "Oh, yes, I remember that well. You could have contacted the other secretary."

"We came to you because you're the chief editor. Is there anyone who understands your project better than you?" she asked.

'A valid point, but let's ignore that for now just to mask my disinterest,' she thought.

"And also..." the girl with glasses began quietly, "we want you to confirm our idea to make sure it won't be plagiarized or something. I-I'm not accusing any other club; I just..."

"I think I understand what you're trying to say," she waved her hand calmly, calming the exasperated girl. With not much else to do, she glanced briefly back at the table inside the room, only to have the displeasure of finding Yuuma comfortably leaning on one of the chairs, helping himself to a disposable cup of coffee. What a nerve!

She internally sighed, finding it hard to maintain the facade of a good Samaritan near the freshmen for such a significant amount of time.

She cleared her throat, dispelling the reveries and the bitter voice that had been stuck in her throat.

"I'm a bit busy taking care of some things right now. If you don't mind... Can you ask your representative to meet me during the last periods of class?" she asked, gentle but firm, with the patience of a saint. "I have a hectic routine, and I don't have the whole day." She pretended, but it didn't take long for her to resume her usual tone, with a suspicious itch in her mind. "By the way, who is your representative?"

"He's the leader of the Home Economics Club!" the short-haired one replied almost immediately.

"Alright, I think that information will be enough," she smiled, pleased with the information. 'Let's see, my good sir, what kind of person you'll be?' she thought in a mischievous tone. The smile might have gone unnoticed by the girls, but the way her lips curved suspiciously amused didn't escape the notice of the veteran still in the room. "Well, now I'll be finished my works. It was nice talking to you."

"Thank you, [Name]-Senpai!" they said their goodbyes with waves and wide, warm, and enthusiastic smiles.

"Bye-bye~" she said slowly, with a low wave, then disappeared with the loud bang of the door as the two freshmen walked away in the long school corridor. "Well, back to what matters..."

"What do you think you're doing? You have work to do!"

He watched incredulously as the girl circled the table completely devoid of her previous persona. If he didn't know her habits, would never believe she was the same person from a few seconds ago.

"Okay, and so what?" she asked, dismissing it.

"You can't just wander around like this!" he complained, frustrated with the secretary's indifference.

"I'll send someone in my place," she said, glancing away to the disorganized papers outside the folder, picking them up one by one. "Besides, it's not even your problem. I don't know why you bother so much."

"I don't want you tarnishing our reputation," he replied bluntly, pouring more coffee into his cup. "I work hard to give the impression that I do anything, unlike someone like you."

"Why all this disdain in your voice?" she suppressed a humorless laugh with the back of her hand.

"Even so!" he quickly changed the subject. "You don't even know what he wants. You can't just send someone in your place, or it'll be an endless game of indirect messages!"

"The messenger boys are precisely for that. I don't mind sending my assistant if necessary," she shrugged, impassive. "And we can always resort to bribery. Or blackmail."

"What a great example you set. If all honor students were like you, schools would be a perfect illustration of how the Cold War happened," he retorted.

"Come on, don't you have anything better to do?" she raised an eyebrow, annoyed.

"Besides scolding you? No."

"If that's the case, you could go in my place, since you're so idle," she prodded.

"No way."

"Really? What kind of honor student are you?" she asked, feigning hurt.

"Get real."

She grumbled discontentedly, almost offended, as she sighed in deep resignation.

"So, I'm out."

"Wait, are you serious?"

He looked at her in disbelief, but the girl maintained a serious expression focused on the materials she was storing in her bag. Almost professional - Yuuma dared to say.

"Meanwhile, wait. Some of my freshmen will come to clean up this mess," she said calmly and steadily, unlike her usual self. He knew her personality was challenging, but even the few times he saw her like this, he knew she was putting effort into with something in mind. "I'll talk to Mizushima; he needed to edit the material."

And she left, giving one last look at the guy in the room, Yuuma, he was shocked and wide-eyed like saucers.

'Your coffee is getting cold.' She said and indeed, the coffee had been cold for a while.

Almost 4:30 PM. Most students were putting away their shoes and belongings, ready to head out, finding their groups of friends for a leisurely walk home. However, [Name] was reviewing her homework, oblivious to the hurried steps and the commotion outside the school.

A waste of time and energy. Just carefree people spending their youth on fruitless things.

"Aren't you going home, [Name]? You're usually one of the first to leave," the vice-president asked, her gaze somewhat concerned as she rubbed her forearm, apprehensive.

It was noticeable that her side bag hung on her shoulder, and the usual animal-themed folder from some TV program was absent from the grip of her arms. She was leaving too.

"Sorry to be insinuating, Suzume, but... was that a criticism?" she asked, giving her a suggestive, meticulous look.

"No, not at all! I just thought something might be wrong," she mumbled, lowering her gaze to her shoes. Disconcerted.

'Spare me your concern - your pity'. She almost rolled her eyes. 'I don't need this.'

"No, it's okay," she sighed, lowering her eyes to the newly completely filled sheet. "I promised to wait for someone here after class, but I'll lock the door when I leave, if that's what worries you."

"That's a relief, thank you!" she said, clasping her hands, releasing a sigh filled with laziness and serenity. "Since everything is fine, I'll be going. See you tomorrow!"

She waved enthusiastically, leaving and closing the door slowly. She mimicked the gesture but lacked the Suzume's enthusiasm.

The room lacked its absolute silence when a faint knock sounded, several minutes after the vice-president left. Lazily, she murmured a "come in" the sound of her voice as she uttered the word was so low and weak that it would have been a frivolous action if not for the silence - disturbing.

Soon, the sound of the door slowly opening filled the quiet atmosphere. Not that she would openly comment on it, but for God's sake, someone urgently needed to put some lubricating oil on that door! That screeching noise was ear-piercing. Setting aside the thought, she raised her eyes from the homework notebook. Shamelessly giving a good look at the person - read: 'Troublemaker' - in an attempt to find out more about that... extravagant figure from the neighborhood.

'Eyebrow cuts and an earring... Let me guess, you have a tattoo? If so, where? - Maybe I can report him to the administration for breaking some dress code.' She thought to herself.

"You can sit there if you want," she indicated the front chair, adjusting her posture in the seat.

"No, thank you. I don't plan on taking much of your time," he politely declined, a small smile forming on his lips, convincing. "But I appreciate the gesture."

Muttered a prolonged "Hmm," almost judgmental. But she corrected that attitude with a light and casual smile.

"All right, let's get going then," she whistled in understanding, pulling out some newly acquired papers from the folder that until recently was an irrelevant item on the table. 'Here's my trump card.' "Takashi Mitsuya-san, correct?"

From the corner of her eye, she saw him raise his eyebrows - or what was left of them - in surprise. Without giving any cues to the subject, she continued:

"The leader of the Home Economics Club, and..." she put her index finger on her lips, making a dramatic and unnecessary pause.

"Did the girls tell you that?" he asked intrigued, but [Name] noticed how his shoulders relaxed with the mere possibility.

"Indeed, yes. But I have my sources," she shrugged, and for a moment, the boy felt insulted by the secretary's intrusion, but only a little. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything too personal. I just took a peek at your academic record."

"Isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

She almost wanted to laugh.

"Please, I'm part of the Student Council; invading other people's personal space is precisely my job," she mocked, as if it were obvious. "Besides, as the president says: 'It's all for a good cause.'"

She threw her forearm over the chair, turning a bit to face the figure standing a few steps from the door.

"But, putting the conversation aside, what do you want, really?" she finally asked. "forgive me, we lost track of the subject."

She could swear she saw him offer a brief prayer before responding.

"A portfolio."

Extending with one hand the authorization form that the secretary had assigned to the club representatives, lacking only the signature of a Student Council member.

"Excuse me?" Now she was genuinely confused, for the first time that day.

"I need your signature," he said straightforwardly, "right here."

"I can read," she grumbled, pulling the sheet from the guy's delicate hands to read it carefully, while he stared back at her with his dead-fish eyes (courtesy of the secretary's nickname).

"I can see," he teased, putting the playful banter aside, clearing his throat before continuing his speech. "As you can see, all the club members agree with the idea. We just need approval."

"What are you trying to saying?" She had to pretend not to be surprised by the information.

"That you are promoting the project," he deduced, making her widen her eyes with the irritatingly accurate accusation.

She gave a humorless laugh, almost as if she were raising a white flag of surrender. 'Looks like you got me.'

This is what happens when you work in the advertising field. Damn!

"All right, it seems there's nowhere to escape now," she admitted, looking away to the table, crossing her legs with a vacant look wandering around. "But... What makes you think I'll accept something like this? The school can't finance the materials, and don't even think the photography club will lend their things. If you want, you can talk to our treasurer, but I warn you they'll prefer to stick to the traditional yearbook."

"The project was independent from the beginning; the school won't spend anything on any of the other projects, and you know that," he pointed out. His patience was wearing thin. "Besides, some of the school's assets can be used by students; providing assistance during the project is a school obligation."

He's right again. So right it's annoying.

She took a deep breath without any shame before facing him with one of her smug smiles. Malicious, unfair.

"And what do I gain from this?" she sounded arrogant, almost a threat to the ears of others, resting her hand on her chin, seeking some composure after being unmasked, stripped, with her selfish exploits exposed.

Takashi looked at her with wide-open eyes, or maybe shocked?

"Let's suppose that, by chance, I help you... Do you know the precious time I'll lose providing assistance on your project? The newspaper won't write itself. As the president of the school newspaper, I say that this won't progress, and we'll all be disappointed in the end."

Spoke with her eyes fixed on the clear orbs of the delinquent.

"We can't abandon our priorities; I advise you to give up." She finalized.

"Since I came this far, I don't think giving up is an option," he countered. "And trust me, i can be persistent when I want."

"What do you plan? Remember that organizing something without the Student Council's authorization is equivalent to breaking the rules," she stood up, staring deep into his eyes. "But that doesn't affect you, does it? As a delinquent, you must be used to breaking the rules."

She practically spat out the word "delinquent."

"You really delved into my record, Secretary," he teased carelessly.

"As I said, and I'll repeat: it's part of my job."

"Is it also part of your job to dismiss any idea that doesn't suit you?" he raised an eyebrow with a small mocking smile. "Your attitude is a bit tyrannical, don't you agree, [Name]-san?"

He said, displaying his indifference, shifting to a sarcastic, almost mocking tone.

'This delinquent is laughing, laughing at me!'

'This can't happen, I can't allow this to happen!'

If one could describe the scene, it would be Takashi smiling while taking a selfie in front of a volcano erupting. Because one could never accurately describe with words how irritated - or offended? Or maybe both? - the girl was.

He was a bit surprised when he saw her lower her head, biting her lower lip. For a moment, he thought she was crying when he heard a low grumble. That's when she approached, marching in her shiny shoes, fists buried in the jacket pockets. With the look of someone about to commit an atrocity.

And she kept advancing. And advancing. To the point where he had to step back, only to hit the back against the corridor wall, realizing he had retreated all the way from inside the room to the corridor.

He was snapped out of his light reverie when he felt something hit violently against the wall. That's when he saw the secretary's shoe stuck in the wall, at the curve of his waist. Shocked, he couldn't help the surprise on his face. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised if she decided to punch him.

That's when she decided to break the silence:

"Exactly," she said, at a dangerous distance, blocking the delinquent's passage with her right leg. Takashi swallowed hard, staring back at her. "And what are you going to do about it, Sir?"

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onepiecepetalfanfics089 · 9 months

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Hellooo! Im so happy you opened your request 😩Can i request something for platonic Yandere strawhats (zoro and luffy really) with a teen! Reader who acts snarky and bold but they’re scared of everything form a butterfly to a emperor of the sea so they refuse to join the crew?

Bratty~..

On your peaceful and beautiful island you were currently wiping tables, life was a bit quiet and easy but you liked it that way..though you would never admit it of course. Taking your apron off and hanging it up you were just about to leave until you heard two of co workers walk past.

They seemed a bit frightened but very intrigued about what they were gossiping a lot and you couldn’t help but listen.

“Have you heard about the pirates who just docked on our island yesterday??…”

“Yea apparently their some favorite pirate group called ‘the strawhats..’ I heard their captain took out Kaido! He’s an emperor of the sea!”

Your eyes widen and you bit your lip. Kaido?..one of the strongest emperors of the sea?..you gulp and truth be told was frightened to death like you were with a lot of things..

Truth be told, you secretly hated anything that had to do with adventure and danger..but you couldn’t let anyone know that so it’s better to just put on a tough face..right?..

Taking a deep breath and gulp you quickly scoffed and put your hands on your hips, adding a snarky expression on your face as you pointed to the two girls who worked with you.

“Hey you two idiots! Stop chatting and take your shift already!! I wanna go home!”

The girls blinked and glared at you but said nothing and just walked past you, taking their shift so you could clock in. You sighed softly in relief as you got your belongings and left out the store, closing it and walking home.

Your thoughts were wondering about those straw hats..you definitely seen them on their wanted poster and the news paper, gulping with a sigh you quickly hurried to your house. Decided to just avoid them and try not run into them as best as you could. Leaving it at that you started to do your night routine and trying to let the thought settle out of your head.

But you couldn’t help but have feeling that wasn’t going to be the end of it..

The next day, you woke up and yawned heading out to the diner you worked at and started to do your job of course. Your back was turned when you heard what sounded like ten people entering. Quite rowdy and loud but you used to it since you’ve been working a long time.

Putting on your customer service smile and cheery voice you greeted them.

“Hello everyone welcome to Jax’s Steak house! What can I get for you today?-” when you opened you your house you couldn’t believe what you saw. There they were the straw hat pirates..

Your eyes widened as you gulped and tried not to hide your fear and surprise, it was painfully obvious though that you were started.

Cute..

You noticed all ten of them staring intently at you..especially the boy in the straw hat and the one with green hair..

‘Brush it off..make it seem like you don’t care!!’ You shouted in your head and quickly put your smile back on your face. Smiling almost sweetly you took them to your table and tried to pretend you weren’t scared as hell.

“YAYY I WANT MEAT!!”

“What kind of boos do you guys have here?..”

“Oh my lady you sure are beautiful..did you know that??”

“WILL YOU TWO IDIOTS SHUT IT?!”

Their loud behavior and attitudes were quite unusual for pirates..at least that’s what you thought..still keeping your distance you gave them the menu nonchalantly and went over to the counter to continue your work.

While you were wiping tables, sweeping and doing your regular duties you felt eyes on you..multiple of them..the Pirates eyes were practically all over you! You huffed a bit in annoyance but of course didn’t dare to to speak to them.

When they finally ordered their meal which was practically the whole menu, you wrote it all down and tried to leave them alone again but of course..you were stopped.

“Hey waitress lady! What’s your name?! I’m luffy and this is my crew!”

You blinked and gulped, why on earth would they want your name..?

Trying to act nonchalant and snarky you placed your hand on your hip and turned around. “What’s it to you?..oh whatever it’s Y/N..” you said softly but still keeping a straight face, ignoring how your heart was pounding inside of your chest.

You saw the green haired man smile and the boy know as ‘Luffy’ grin at you. The rest of them smiled and even chuckled at your behavior which has never really happened before..

“Cool name! That’s zoro and Nami!” He goes on to introduce his whole crew without even thinking about the fact that you’re a complete stranger. You didn’t really have choice and just listened to him while you did your work, even talking and engaging in the conversation.

Though you couldn’t get over how their eyes followed you, how the one named Robin always formed her gentle but somewhat devilish smile when you walked past or face her tea. How Sanji you presumed kept complimenting you non-stop and seemed to love staring at you.

Zoro would just simply stare at you and seemed to drink his sake faster just so you could pour him more. They all in fact enjoyed your snarky comments and jokes, even laughing at them while some even chimed in and gave some back. They all seemed so intrigued with you, ever since you walked in that door.

Too intrigued…

You were almost done with your shift but they were still there for some reason but you felt quite comfortable now so you didn’t really care that much.

Luffy was currently chewing on a hunk of meat he ordered and zoro was leaning back in his seat, both were staring at you intently as usual.

“So Y/N! You’re pretty nice and cool! Wanna join the crew?” He asked with a grin and a mouth full of meat, swallowing it down and taking another bite. Zoro just took another swing of his sake and stared at you expectedly, you blinked and as your eyes widened in surprise. Join their crew?..were they crazy?!

All the time they were here luffy kept going on and on about his adventures and how he saved numerous kingdoms by fighting incredibly strong foes. There was absolutely no WAY you would survive.

You snorted and placed a hand on your with a joking smile. “Join your crew? Yea right I wouldn’t be caught dead with you losers..” you joked as you turned your back to them and went put away all the cleaning supplies.

Luffy chuckled and zoro smirked they both thought you were joking..no they knew you were joking because there was no way you wouldn’t join.. “Shi shi shi! okay whatever! But really, join the crew it would be great to have aboard!!” Luffy said cheerfully and you sighed as you felt the whole crew turn to you. How we’re you going to tell them..?

You slowly shook your head and leaned against the counter. “Sorry guys..no can do..you guys are pretty cool..for pirates..but I have a life here and I just can’t abandon it..”you said while looking away with another sigh.

The crew went silent and saw zoro narrow his eyes and huff in annoyance. “Are you saying that or are you just scared?..you know we won’t let anything happen to you.” He said nonchalantly while crossing his arms. You raised an eyebrow and laughed, they didn’t seem to find anything funny though..

“Yea you wish..but really I just can’t come with you guys..sorry..” you said softly, suddenly you saw luffy stretch his arm towards you and wrap his hand around your wrist without saying anything. His eyes were covered by a dark shadow as the crew went silent still and looked down.

“Sorry Y/N..we weren’t asking..” he said cockily as he grabbed a drink in which you saw chopper put some type of pill in earlier.

Your eyes widened and you gulped, this wasn’t part of your peaceful life..you tried to pull away but to no surprise luffy was too strong and held on to you tighter as he then raised his hand up and forced the drink down your throat. A few minutes later you started to feel drowsy, the world seemed to spin around you as you clenched the table and looked up at them with confusion, fear, sadness and even a bit of anger.

You mumbled something incoherent and gulped. Without a word, Zoro lifted you up and swung you over his shoulder like you were nothing. Giving a few pats on the back he made sure to be gentle with holding you. If you didn’t cause a fuss that is…You heard Nami whisper “relax..we’ll take good care of you..promise..” in a soft voice as you stared into her dark chocolate brown eyes.

You closed your eyes and eventually lost conscious. The straw hats carrying you on their ship to set sail to a new island and on the seas and have many fun adventures on the way.

They didn’t really know why they took such interest in you…they just seemed to love your Bratty attitude…

I really hope you liked this one because I tried my best on it, also I know it’s a bit short but I honestly didn’t know what else to add😅

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hotchgirlsummer · 2 years

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love made me crazy ⤷ aaron hotchner x reader

summary ⤷ aaron hotchner is shocked upon receiving the notification that his credit card has been used for a purchase. it was a surprise considering a) he was on a case and did not use his it and b) his previous sugar baby was the one who used it, and he ends up confronting her about it.

pairing ⤷ sugardaddy!aaron hotchner x sugarbaby!female bodied!reader ; mentions of jack, haley, and beth too

warnings ⤷ SMUT. unprotected penetrative sex. oral sex(giving and receiving). sugardaddy-baby relationship. angst. fluff.

word count ⤷ 8.9k words

a/n ⤷ hello! this is my first hotch/criminal minds fic 🙈 i would love some feedback from you guys if you have the time! this took me nearly the whole month to write as life kept getting in the way.

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“Can you try running it again?” At this point, she wasn’t trying to hide the desperation in her voice, not when her life hangs in the balance. Well that might have been an exaggeration but that was how she felt at the moment.

This would not be an issue if you stayed with him, the nagging voice in her head continued to taunt her as she nervously tapped her foot. The teller, a man who had so much gel on his hair that it looked like it could trap a rat, sighed annoyingly as he slid her debit card once more — only to hear the shrilling sound of her card being rejected.

“This is the third time I’ve tried this card, mam. So either you pay up with a different method besides this,” He raised the card before sliding it across to return the card, “Or you let my other paying customers take a turn in line.” With his arms resting on his hips to emphasize his annoyance, she looked behind her to see that all the other customers had already been helped by the store associates.

With a slight scoff, she faced the teller who was now a bit taken aback when she realized his bluff. “Just give me a minute,” she told him as she rummaged for her wallet in her purse. Pulling out her wallet, she debated if what she was doing was right. With shaky fingers, she fished out a credit card she hasn’t used in nearly three months now. It’s fine, she convinces herself, you’ll pay him back by writing a check.

Upon seeing the black card with gold font, the teller she was dealing with bulged his eyes out — apparently in his five years of customer service this was only the second time he’s seen that card and he knew right away that only the elite, prestigious had that credit card. And it was almost like a switch had been flipped inside him as his frown was quickly replaced with a fake saccharine smile, “Is that all I can do for you today mam?”

She snapped out of her uncertainty as the cheery voice creeped her out a little; she looked down on the card and exhaled sharply as she handed over the card for him, “Yeah, let’s do that.”

As he was punching in her card details he was putting his best foot forward — afraid that his earlier poor treatment of heer might circulate her circle and bring about negative remarks about their establishment. Once the debit machine made a noise which signified that the transaction was successful, the associate slid her card back now with more grace and care as he put her items on a paper bag with the same delicacy.

“Thank you so much for shopping with us today, mam,” He said with a smile as he slid a 50% off coupon in the paper bag before handing it over to her, “We hope to see you next time.” Amused, and scorned by his switch of emotions, she just shot him a fake smile and carried her things and went out of the store. Every step she took away from the cashier, the voices of doubt and ridicule grew louder in her head. She quickly fished out her phone that by the looks of it was one more accidental fall away from being useless and sent a texted her boss:

To: le boss 🙄 If you need more shifts to be covered, i can take ‘em. Same goes for any possible on call/double shifts.

And almost as if her superior was expecting this text from her, she immediately got a revised schedule for the next month, showing her that given those hours it was extremely possible for her to repay her debt in two weeks.

Despite it being selfish — and possibly cruel, bordering inhuman — she almost wished that Aaron was out for two weeks on a case so he would not notice the money that was taken off his credit card.

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Aaron was unsure of how to coherently think out how he was feeling — but the best way to put it was thankfully, luck was on their side and a case that they estimated would take them at least a week was solved in three days with all victims of the UnSub located safe.

“I don’t know about you but I think we’re all overdue for a drink,” Morgan exclaimed as he flopped on one of the seats and sighed as he felt the cushion somehow do wonders and ease the tension in his back.

Scattered chuckles were what his remarks were met with; “According to Harvard Health, the three best ways to relax after a stress-filled day at work would be to either do a relaxation exercise, stretch your muscles, or do a mindfulness break.”

Though Rossi and JJ would nod in agreement at Spencer’s input, Morgan just looked at the doctor as if he spoke a foreign language. “Well luckily I wasn’t basing my choices off of Harvard but instead I base my choices off of Morgan Health.”

At that, the bomb expert was met with boos and had a crumpled up tissue paper thrown at him. But the light chuckles were quickly replaced with hushed gasps as Hotch spoke up, “There’s a bar off of 25th and Lanark if you guys are up for it.”

From their past attempts of luring their unit chief in to enjoy a night out with them has been futile; but now to hear him including himself in his agents’ post-work plans, and to organize it, sounds as if he was speaking another language.

Upon failing to hear their responses on whether they were up for it or not, he looked up from his phone with a questioning look on his features, “Are we going or not? We can always go to another place.”

“No we’re all going,” Rossi clarified as he looked around the team, bulging his eyes out to let them know that whatever their original plan was to discard it and instead to go with what their unit chief has suggested as it was rare for him to include them in his plans for the night, “Just took a while for everyone else to recall if they’ve been to that bar.”

“That settles it then,” Hotch concludes as he set his folders containing his already completed reports aside as he picked his phone up once more, eyes trained on the unexpected notification that prompted him suggest the said bar, “Once we land back in Quantico, we all can freshen up in 20 minutes before going there.”

“That gives you enough time to shine that head, Morgan,” As Prentiss teased him, the chuckles and banter of the rest of the team died down as Hotch focused on the screen stating how his credit card had been used for a purchase.

Surprise initially coloured his features — all of his recent purchases were billed to the company credit card as usual since they were out on the field — but upon further investigating the date, time, and type of purchase made, he concluded that it was his sweetheart who did so. It was around the six month mark of their little arrangement when the man made the executive decision of gifting her with a credit card that had no limits in terms of how much she can spend in a day and on how much access she had to his account.

He remembered that day clearly — as soon as she was gifted with the little plastic card, she spent the rest of her morning and afternoon shopping for outfits she knew he would appreciate. Unconsciously, the unit chief licked his lips upon remembering how they both spent the remaining of the evening, her writhing in pleasure as her body donned every single pristine garments and his enthusiasm and appreciation being displayed by every moment of his mouth, hands, and cock.

Besides the bliss the two felt whenever their bodies were intertwined, they had a harmonious and sweet relationship. What started off as a means to physically keep each other company evolved into something more intimate.

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For some reason his mind wandered off to her in the middle of a dreary paperwork day. Despite the fact that they were currently not looking at danger right in the eye, there was something mentally draining about the day that was slowly passing by.

Likewise she was finding that her day was brutal with her boss seemingly catching her on her worst performing day, her colleagues being of no help, and all her clothes in the laundry never drying off properly.

In a moment of frustration and need, she typed out text to the one man who seemed to provide her with the warmth and comfort she never knew she needed.

To: hotch damn 🔥 Can I see you tonight?

Thrilled at the text, he immediately replied with a quick yes.

From: hotch damn 🔥 Yes. My place at 6.

Admittedly, neither of them were in the mood for sex. “Would it be weird if I said I wasn’t in the mood for sex tonight?” She meekly spoke up after setting down their favorite takeout that she was kind enough to bring — all she really did was place the order and pick it up as she used his card to pay for it.

“Not if it’s weirder for me to agree,” He agreed as he slid a glass of wine her way. She smiles appreciatively and takes a sip of the drink, “Would it violate our agreement if I suggested that we just talk? I know we’ve been in this for over 6 months but there are still some things that we don’t know about each other.”

Downing the rest of his whiskey in one gulp he raised an eyebrow teasingly as he sat in the barstool next to her and placed one of his hands on her thigh, gently stroking the skin, “And what exactly is my sweetheart wondering about?”

That led the two of them in drunk-like haze as they laughed about their memories. “There is no way you were a dork in high school, Aar.” Whether it was the stereotypical dork that had glasses on that were falling off the bridge off their noses as they buried themselves in a book, or the kind that would find a piece of entertainment which would lead to them obsessively fixating on it and trying to introduce it to others, she concluded that he would be the type of dork that had women falling head over heels in love with him.

“I’m not lying, I promise,” He reaffirmed as he wiped his mouth off of the crumbs of the leftovers, “I was a dork who joined theater because I was trying to impress some girl, and ended up being, as my drama teacher called it, the embarrassment of the production.”

“But now look at you,” She mused as her hand found his and gently stroked his rough knuckles, “Not an embarrassment anymore. Instead you’re a hotshot profiler and occasionally a lawyer.”

“I’m a unit chief, sweetheart,” He corrects her softly as he pressed a gentle kiss on her knuckles, “But there is a title I favor the most.” Pausing for a couple of seconds to rack her brain of what the possible position he was referring to; coming up blank she shot a confused look that had a slight pout in her lips as she voiced out the only possibility that made sense to her, “Jack’s dad?”

Hotch had to bite his lip to prevent the toothy grin that was threatening to break free upon seeing her adorable, confused expression. Squeezing her hand gently with all the care and affection he can muster for her, he shook his head gently, “Yours, sweetheart. Your ‘Hotch Damn’ as you put it.”

A chuckle vibrated throughout her body as he referenced the contact name and reasoning behind it, “It’s not my fault you’re such a hot and one of a kind sugar daddy!”

“Have you been with enough to come to that conclusion?” It was bizarre that in the entirety of their arrangement not once has this come up. But it was also in the back of Aaron’s head how she might have been with others and occasionally compare his treatment of her and come to the conclusion that she wasn’t satisfied.

“No,” She was quick to interject as she removed herself from the comfortable seat she was in, instead settling herself in the even more comfortable lap of his, her lips pressing quick, sweet kisses to both his cheeks, “I’ve only been with one to know that there won’t be any other man out there who can treat me the way he can.”

That bold statement of hers, coupled with the affectionate pecks, soothed his soul in ways neither of them could have imagined. “That’s what I like to hear,” Hotch huskily approved of as she manuevred her legs so they wrapped around his torso, planting a deep, searing kiss on her lips.

Despite tangling one of her hands in the nape of his neck, Aaron could feel that she wasn’t reciprocating the kiss with the same vigor, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He inquired, pulling away to stroke her cheek lovingly to coax out what was running around in her head.

That seemed to do the trick as she exhaled shakily, “Do you miss it?” She was hoping that even though she gave him a vague question he’d be able to piece together what she meant. But that was unfortunately not how it was understood by the unit chief and instead just confused him even more, “Miss what, sweetheart?”

“Miss being Haley’s, I guess?”

Likewise, Y/N had some doubts lingering around about whether or not the older man still preferred the company of his ex-wife, or at the very least the company of a mature, older woman. She knew about their divorce but never really knew about how he felt about it.

Hoping to ease her insecurity and doubt, Aaron lifted her chin up with his fingers to look at him; her breath was taken away with the look of seriousness and adoration his alluring eyes had. “I know we may not have talked about it a lot, but Haley is a part of my past. Whatever affection and respect I have for her has more to do with her being the mother of my son, not because she’s the love of my life.”

Seeing how she was still biting her lip — he figured that this was her tell-tale sign of how she was still thinking, possibly overthinking, about the information he just shared with her — that left him to try one more trick up his sleeve to convince her that he really loved being with her. Placing a gentle kiss on her lips he confessed, “Whereas all the love and affection that I have for you has to do with you being my present and my future.”

Delighted at that, she lunged forward for a passionate kiss that became the gateway for an evening where they reaffirmed each other’s vow of commitment and affection, all while being tangled up in each other’s limbs.

✪

“Didn’t realize that the bar is in a hotel,” Rossi observed out loud once the rest of the team, Penelope included as she was excited for this chance to catch up with the rest of them, got out of the cars and found a comfortable, non-greasy looking booth.

“They have great signature drinks here,” Hotch defended almost instantly, earning a couple of raised eyebrows as if to question why he was being so defensive, “I’ve drank here once or twice.”

The rest of the team looked through the menu and upon deciding which drinks they were getting, “I’ll go grab the drinks, everyone stay put.” As Hotch slid out of the booth, the team huddled up as they shared their own theories as to why this particular place was chosen for their post-case destresser.

“Maybe he has a girlfriend here.”

“Does he get discounts here?”

“What’s up with him?”

After placing the order, Hotch looked back and noticed that the rest of the team was busy. He set up the trap as he nodded to the bartender, “I know that the drinks are too much, if you could just send it over that’d be great.” Sliding a fifty to ensure that his orders were followed, the unit chief just took one last peek, ensuring that they were all too preoccupied to notice his absences, and moved away from the bar and was heading towards the hotel’s reception.

Refusing to admit it to himself, there was a slight tremble in his hands each step he took closer to the front desk. Unsure whether or not she was there, and if she was, how would she react to his sudden presence, and most of all whether or not she would welcome him.

Given that her back was facing him, it gave him some time to admire and observe her features. The wrinkles in her uniform gave the indication that she either did not have time to properly iron it — his best guess was due to the fact that she was working longer hours; another thing he noticed too was the she seemed to be doing multiple tasks at once could be attributed to her trying to work more to earn more. All those things just caused worry to brew inside Aaron.

“I thought I told you to take it easy.”

At the sound of that deep, hypnotic voice that she loved hearing she turned her head and gasped out loud, “You’re here?” To be honest she was unsure as to why she was startled — the fact that he was in her workplace this late in the day, that he might have known about her use of his credit card, and if he did know about it there was a high chance that she was going to be confronted about it.

“I’m a paying patron if that’s what you’re worried about,” Hotch pointed towards the bar that was conjoined with the restaurant, “And I am here.” The words that left his lips left a bitter taste on his tongue as he was still puzzled in deciphering how she feels with their current situation.

“Case ended early?” She had an inkling that was the only way he seemed this calm from work; he nodded confirming her suspicion as he spoke, “Yes, and I suggested we all come down here for a drink.”

“That’s the only reason?” The eagerness in her voice at asking that question was that she was holding out hope that she wasn’t going to have a confrontation with him today — seeing as she was way too exhausted for one today considering how she essentially pulled a double shift.

“No,” He spoke too with the same eagerness, “I received a notification earlier that caught my eye.”

The way her mouth hung agape in shock let him know that she knew what this was about, “I believe it was about a purchase using my credit card?” Now closing her mouth, she then avoided his gaze as she could feel the embarrassment spread throughout the rest of her body. Aaron didn’t stop there as he continued to press on as he leaned towards the counter, a small smirk gracing his features, “I believe that card was something I gifted to you when we were exclusive, no?”

Having mistaken his little inquiry as one filled with displeasure, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hotchner. The store rejected my card thrice and I was just in a bind and had no other options,” Her calling him by his surname made it feel like there was a wedge in between them and that they had no previous connection or relationship; which what she was trying to do as it has just completely dawned on her how unsuitable it was for her to use his money without his consent, “That’s why I picked up more shifts so that I can pay you right back quickly.”

Frowning at her explanation, Aaron moved around the counter and hugged her tightly, forcing her to rest her weary head against his chest, “I’m not mad, sweetheart.”

The rumble in his chest as he spoke was oddly comforting to her as she looked up at him with glossy eyes, “You’re not?”

“What’s mine is yours, remember?”

“But that was when we were together,” She reminded him gently as she lightly removed herself from his chest to emphasize her point that they cannot find comfort and warmth in each other the same way they used to, “And we’re not anymore.”

“Why did we even have to end it, sweetheart?” That was the one question that never left his brilliant mind, going over the possibilities of things he neglected her on or issues that caused her to be upset, “We never really talked about it and it’s been killing me ever since.”

Looking up at him she could see that his furrowed eyebrows were not as deep — signalling that he wasn’t frustrated at her but at their situation. She was about to give in and explain her side but she snapped back into reality and was reminded that she was technically on duty, “I can’t,” She shrugged her shoulders, looking defeatedly, “I’m working.”

Sighing lowly, he respected her reason and was about to bid her adieu before his saving grace came in the form of Y/N’s closest colleague — who was also technically her supervisor for her shift given that they had been working for the company longer, “Hey, good news. I just got word that Tiffany’s good to work in the morning so there’s really no need for you tonight, and I mean that in the best way possible.” She joked and Y/N was unsure if she were to be pleased with the fact that she can rest her aching feet or nervous for it meant that she would be able to explain her side to Aaron after all.

“That’s great then,” Aaron spoke softly, not wanting to startle the two ladies, “If you’re free, would I be able to speak to you?”

Nodding dumbly she then nodded, “I’ll just finish off some things. If you could wait for me on the couch then I’ll come grab you once I’ve clocked out.”

Following her orders and sitting down on the plush couch gave Y/N the moment to let out a shaky exhale as she was cleaning up her things; Sam, the colleague who came in bearing the news, stood beside her with an excited grin as she gossiped, “Who’s the hottie?”

“The one I’ve been telling you about.”

“That’s him?” She shrieked excitedly, taking one good look at Aaron, “Well damn were you an idiot for letting him go!” Elbowing her side softly, “Keep your voice down and panties in your pants.”

Amused with her defense Sam just taunted her even more, “Possessive are we?”

“We’re not together, in any way, anymore,” She stood firm on her ground as she slung her bag, “But I just don’t wanna embarrass him.”

“I’ll get off your hair then,” Sam mused as she sat down on the chair in the front desk area; but before they could part the senior slid her a hotel room key, “Something tells me you two will need this.” Flabbergasted at what she was being given, she vehemently shook her head as she slid the card back, “No way am I taking that!”

“Come on, something tells me you both had a rough few weeks and nothing our soft mattresses can’t help with,” She winked, “Worst comes to worst one of you return the key to me.”

“Fine,” She gave up, intent on coming back down here once more to prove to her friend that there was no need for a room since all they were going to do was to talk, “I’ll show you!”

With her coat hanging tightly on her arm and bag strapped on to her opposite shoulder, she raised the key card to Aaron’s line of sight, “Would it be fine if we talked in a room? That way we both don’t pass out in exhaustion then we can part our own way.”

Chuckling to disguise the way his heart wrenched at the thought of parting ways with her too soon, Hotch nodded and signalled for her to lead the way. The quick walk to the elevator was quiet as the two tried to collect their thoughts.

“Would be nice to see what your hotel has to offer,” Hotch broke the silence as he sent a smile her way, one that would have definitely brought her to her knees had she not been holding on firmly to the railing, “Hopefully after tonight you’ll leave us a good review.”

Another smart retort was on the tip of his tongue but he held back as the elevator bell dinged softly; stepping forward to lead the way, she tapped the key against the reader and opened the door for him.

“Thank you,” Hotch said as he locked the door behind them as she busied herself with draping her coat in the office chair and her bag by the desk, “Feel free to hang your suit wherever.”

After following her he found himself sitting down on the king-sized bed as he smiled softly, “Would you mind if I started to ask you something?”

Admiring his conscious efforts to gain her consent while ensuring that she was comfortable, she nodded as she sat in the office chair and slid a bit closer so both their knees were touching, “What’s on your mind?”

“Why did you end things so suddenly?”

Bizarrely, that was the expected question he’d bring up; despite her expectation of this, however, she was unsure of how to answer it. She closed her eyes as her hands trembled nervously as she tried to find the right words to express herself.

Sensing that she was sending herself to a spiral of overthinking, he slid forward until their knees were touching and his large hands enveloped her relatively smaller ones as his thumbs soothed over knuckles, reassuring her to take her time.

This gave her the comfort she had been longing for several months now — which fueled her to speak her mind, “I got scared.”

She opened her eyes in time to see his eyes furrowed in confusion and worry, “Scared of what, sweetheart?”

“You met Beth,” She recalled the painful memory of watching them interact with smiles in their lips and eyes; she also took note of how at ease they both looked as they shared a short conversation in the middle of their little dates, “You met her and it just seemed like everything fell into place, like it made sense why we had what we had.”

“And what reasoning did you come up with, sweetie?” There were two things that confused her immensely — the first being as to why he continuously used that pet name he used on her when they were together when it could not have been more clear, on her side at least, that they had to have this sort of boundary in between them. While the second was that why was he acting like her damn therapist when she already gave him the answer he was looking for.

For Aaron it was important for him to know every little thought that was running around in her pretty mind in order for him to know how to soothe her anxieties. “I knew that after your divorce, and subsequently the news of Haley dating after the divorce took a bit of a toll on you,” A small smile played along her lips as she recalled the night when the two sat down to talk about what their little affair would entail, “And you explicitly cleared it out that this was more for companionship, more in the physical sense than the emotional.”

But it was more than that, Hotch argued in his mind but remained silent to let her continue. “For a while that arrangement worked for me, you know the money, the little dates we’d go on was more than enough for me.”

“Until it wasn’t,” He inferred at the way her tone changed and the way she was hesitant to go on as she bit her lip, as if to ponder whether she said enough and if it would be best to not continue.

“Until it wasn’t,” She confirmed with a small nod of her head and releasing her hands in his warm grasp as she opted to rest them on her thighs, kind of reminiscent as how she decided to cut ties with him, “It might have been delusional of me to think that maybe you liked me beyond the whole sugar baby thing. But there still was that little spark of hope in me that that was the case.”

He reached out to wipe the tears that unwillingly stayed out of her eyes, “But something made you think otherwise, what was it?”

Staring into his focused eyes let her know that there was no way for them to end this conversation so she might as well let it all out right? “When I saw you with Beth, it was like seeing a version of you that you were hiding,” She began as she leaned into his touch, “Like you were waiting for her to come along in your life. And when she did, she completed you,” She pulled away to wipe her own tears and sniffle slightly, “It dawned on me that perhaps the reason why you were so serene with her is that maybe, just maybe, the um, relationship that we had was like a trial run for you. To practice for when the real, better thing comes along.”

“Is that why you ended things?” He had a feeling that that still wasn’t the full reason and wanted to coax her gently about it; and his skepticism was confirmed as she shook her head and revealed, “I was in love with you and could not handle the thought of you loving someone else while you were, in a way, tied to me. So I ended things so you can be truly happy, with Beth,” She sobbed hard at the reminder of the night when she had packed her things out of his place, “As much as I wanted to selfishly have you all to myself, I could not live with myself if I knew I was keeping you miserable.”

No matter how many times he tried to refute her theory he could not even deny it in himself that yes, what she thought did make sense. Because what the hell else would be the reason as to why a divorcee would invest that much in a wonderful person? She never bothered asking about Beth and as to the nature of their relationship. She didn’t ask because she thought that it wasn’t her place, he argued with himself, because she felt like you did not care about her enough. Aaron had to shake away logic as he wanted to reassure her, “But you were wrong, sweetheart. About Beth, the reason we got together — just, about everything.”

Sorrow filled his tone and heart at the thought of her overanalyzing his interactions with Beth, which just further confused Y/N as she believed there is no reason for him to be that way, “Because I don’t even remotely like Beth — not in the way you think at least.”

“Why not?” She cut him off impatiently, slightly angered at the thought that it was all in her head, “Why the hell not?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Hotch could feel a weight load off of his chest at his admission. He came around that realization at the end of the second month of their arrangement. Following an arduous case, he called her to invite her into his home just to chat and unload. And the way she handled him in his worst with grace and care made him weak to his knees — realizing that she would go above and beyond for him. And somewhere after their eight months together, he had the slight glimmer of hope that it wasn’t unrequited.

“What?” Came her soft, astonished reply as her hands suddenly found his, lightly squeezing his calloused ones as if to remind her that this was not an image conjured by her mind, but indeed was her reality, “You love me?”

“How could I not?” His hands wrapped around her hips, gently lifting her so she was settled in her throne, his lap, “You are every bit of goodness this world has to offer — your optimism, beauty, and kindness is unparalleled. I never believed that I would love and be loved after everything that I have been through, yet you walked into my life with such ease that I knew that there was no way I’m letting you go,” The softness in his voice coupled with the way his hands were lovingly running through her skin made her weak in the knees as she was hypnotized by his eyes, “I knew that I loved you when I come home from South Carolina and you looked after me with such care. I loved you then and I love you now, sweetheart. I’m sorry for making you feel otherwise.”

She was panting slightly, overwhelmed at his admission as well as in disbelief with how the night went, “You’ve loved me for that long? Why didn’t you tell me?”

The playful chuckle that vibrated in his chest made her smile as well upon seeing him relaxed, “The same thing that prevented you from doing the same — the deep lingering fear that maybe you didn’t like me that way, or what we have was just purely for your financial gain, or worse I’m not your type and you were just waiting for someone else.”

“There was never anyone else,” She was quick to soothe him with a chaste kiss on his stubbly cheek, “From the moment I met you, I knew you were different than all the boys I was with,” She pecked his nose softly, “You look after me and make sure that I have whatever it is I have and need,” She kissed his other cheek, smiling widely upon seeing the faint blush that was beginning to form in his face, “And most of all, you provide me with the warmth and safety I’ve been trying to find for God knows how long now.” This time it was Aaron who slanted his lips on hers, desperate to feel every part of her that she’ll let him touch, his hands digged slightly deeper into her hips as she pressed her body harder against his, “I’m never letting you go again,” He declared with conviction as their lips remained pressed, “Not when I know you love me the same way I love you.”

“I won’t walk away,” She promised him back as she pressed a couple of quick kisses in his lips as her hands settled on his broad shoulders, “I love you too much to do that, Aaron.”

Sliding his hands down from her hips to her ass, as he moved the two of them so they were both settled further up in the bed, with his back pressed against the headboard, “Let me show you,” He huskily rasped out as he was leaving trails of his love in the expanse of her neck, “Let me show you how much I love you.”

She moaned out loud when he nipped her skin gently, the way she loved and wanted it, “Only if you let me prove my love to you.” Smirking at her competitiveness, he flipped them over so she had her back against the soft mattress; hovering over her allowed him to take in the magnificent view of her grabbing onto his shoulders to bring him closer to her, “Not until I’ve done my time, sweetheart.”

His fingers were quick to undo her blouse that prevented him from fully appreciating all of her; feeling his lips leave kisses on her breasts made her moan out loud in need, tears of pleasure starting to escape her eyes, “I missed this, I missed you so much.”

“Never gonna be without each other, sweetheart,” Aaron affirmed her as he undid her bra with ease, wrapping his mouth around her nipple and swirled his tongue until the bud hardened, “Won’t let one day pass without telling I love you,” Switching over to the other nipple as his fingers busied themselves with sliding her skirt and underwear off.

“I love you,” She mewled out upon feeling his lips ghosting kisses by her clit, teasing her as seeing her squirm around for his attention was one of his favorite things, “Do you know?” He smirked at her as his thumb pressed circles against her clit, his other hand caressing her thigh before wrapping her left leg by his shoulder, “Tell me you love me and I’ll give you what you need.”

“I love you!” She exclaimed loudly as she looked down and was graced with the sight of Aaron enthusiastically dipping his tongue in her pussy while he continued to rub her clit, “All I need is you, just you Aaron.” Both her legs were now on top of his shoulders, drawing the man in as if to prove her cry.

A long lick from her pussy to her clit made her grip onto his luscious hair as Aaron now scukled on her clit while two of his fingers dipped inside her tight cunt, groaning into her skin when her walls clenched almost immediately on his fingers, “Fuck I missed you so much, sweetie,” He confessed once more as he looked up at her, desire evident in her eyes, “Wanted you back as soon as you left.” A reply was on the tip of her tongue, but she was unable to let it out as she could feel her stomach tighten and twist in anticipation of her orgasm, “Aaron please, fuck,” Was all she could let out.

Displeased with her words, he pulled his fingers away and halted his mouth’s movements as he remained pressed against her now sensitive clit and reprimanded her, “Now sweetheart, just because I’m going soft on you doesn’t mean I’ll let that slide. You know I don’t like it when you swear.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” She apologized almost instantly – as if it was reflex to do it — which amused and pleased Hotch, “I love you and wanted you too. Always wanna be yours.”

“Right now I need you to be my good sweetie, okay?” He cooed at her softly, a stark contrast with his rough tone from earlier, as his the tip of his fingers repeatedly prodded at her sweet spot and his tongue flicked her clit until her whole body shivered in pleasure, “That’s it sweetheart, just cum on my fingers.”

A smile creeped onto his lips when he felt her body spasm as she followed his commands, her body relaxing as she orgasmed and released her sweet juices; humming in delight as his tongue delicately swirled around her hole, swiping up every last drop of her juices that he greatly missed the taste of.

“Knew you could be good for me, sweetheart.”

“For you, daddy,” She panted as she threaded her fingers in his soft hair, gently getting him to look at her so she could take in this moment, “Always good for you.” Pleased with how he had her wrapped around his finger, he began leaving kisses on her clit, travelling upwards while still planting kisses on her thighs, pelvis, stomach, and breasts before planting a sloppy yet loving kiss on her lips.

“What else would my previous sweetie like to do?” He asked her as his thumb traced the outline of her lips; she smiled as she opened her mouth and wrapped his thumb around her mouth, bobbing her head on the thick digit as she gave him a preview of what she’d do if it were his cock that was on her mouth. Amused at the sight of her desperately licking and swallowing his thumb he raised an eyebrow at her, “Does my sweetheart want to suck on my cock?”

“Yes, daddy,” Was her muffled response as she refused to part with his thumb. Shimmying his thumb out of her mouth, he chuckled when her dainty hands pushed him so he laid on his back, as she unbuttoned his work blouse, he planted soft kisses on his cheek and down towards his neck, “I missed kissing every inch of you.”

“So did I, sweetie,” He revealed as he looked down and saw how she looked up at him with so much longing, which greatly contradicted the way she sultrily unbuckled his belt and removed off his slacks that greatly accentuated his thighs.

“Let me show you how much I missed you, daddy,” She said as she stroked his cock, delighted with how just a few strokes against her palm had him fully erect. Licking the tip slowly, she heard him groan as the ghost of his left hand found its way on the back of her head, “Don’t tease me, sweetie. Not tonight, please.”

The way his voice deepened emphasized just how badly he wanted and needed this, and deciding to take mercy on him, she took him in her throat until she could feel the tip gently nudge the back of her throat. As she hallowed her cheeks around his thick length, Aaron groaned louder and bunched up her hair as if to warn her, “As much as I love and miss that mouth of yours, I don’t want cum in there, sweetie.”

“But I missed the taste of you,” She whined as she pulled off from his cock, Aaron had to bite his lower lip to prevent the groan that threatened to slip past his lips upon seeing his precum, as well as some of her saliva, loiter by the outline of her lips, “I need more, daddy.”

Determined to have the taste of him in her mouth, she took him in her throat, bobbing her head up and down as she moaned around his cock. Enjoying the crazed look and state she was in, Hotch removed his hand from the back of her head and rested them on the nape of his neck, letting her think that she now has control. His hips would join her movements and would subtly thrust his hips up towards her mouth as he enjoyed the slight gurgling sound she let out.

Her hand found purchase of his balls, gently massaging them as if she were giving him a cue to release his cum on her. Aaron, however, knew that if she continued on doing that she would get what she wanted but he would not let her have her way. Not today, at least.

Both his hands gently held on to her cheeks as he pulled her off of his cock, “What did I tell you about me not cumming in your mouth, sweetheart?” He chastised as he carried her so she sat on his lap, her ass almost instinctively grinding down on his hard cock.

“But I want to taste you,” She whined as she circled her arms around his neck, her lips nuzzling against the skin of his cheek, hoping that her pleas for him would be more than enough to get him to change his mind; however he was firm in his statement as emphasized by the way his arms wrapped around her back as he laid her gently on his back, lips latching onto her lips as he groaned at their combined taste, “Maybe next time, sweetheart.”

Aligning his cock by her entrance, he teased the tip of his cock by rubbing it by her entrance, “I love you, sweetie,” He panted out as he slid inside her, lips gently kissing her temple. She groaned out in pleasure as her hands gently scratched by his shoulder blades, “Missed you so much, daddy. Love you.” Slightly lifting his head, he chuckled as he saw the drunk in lust and love look she was sporting; as if to test the waters, he gently pulled his hips off slightly before thrusting into her. Repeating his movements until he felt the tip of his dick gently press onto her sweet spot, he found himself engrossed and drinking in the sight of her in pleasure as he listened to her sweet mewls.

“You’re all mine, sweetie,” He promised her as his hands removed hers from where they were latching onto the skin of his shoulders, planting them by her head as he drilled into her hole. Her moans were directly ringing in his ear and sent him shivering in pleasure, his eyes were fighting to stay open as he wanted to watch her fall apart in his arms.

“Missed you so much,” Her prolonged moan was caused by his harsh thrusts that managed to penetrate her sweet spot while she loved the burn of her wrists with how tight he was gripping on to them. Wanting to feel more of him, she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing the two of them so close that everytime he rutted into her they could feel the skin of their stomachs touch, driving her even more drunk in desire.

“Fuck, sweetie,” He moaned out when her lips were pressing needy kisses on his jaw and on the juncture of his neck; she was nipping on him, marking him as hers. And he would have worn her marks proudly, with more pride than when he carried his badge.

Once pleased with the amount of marks she left on him, she smirked slightly upon looking up to meet with his eyes, “I missed every inch of you, daddy.”

“Is that why you have me locked into you, sweetie?” Came his cocky reply as he slowed down his thrusts to further tease her. She nodded as she tried to lift her wrists from his firm grasp but he would not relent as he wanted to drag this out for as long as he could. “Want daddy all to yourself?”

“Want and need every inch of you, daddy,” She batted her eyelashes at him, hoping he’ll let go of her wrists so she can wrap them around his broad back, “Want to hold you close to me. Want to kiss and feel your stomach next time,” As if to prove her need for it, she pushed her heel further to his back, mewling upon feeling his stomach clench against hers, “Missed straddling and riding your thighs. Just want you so bad, daddy.”

The growl that ripped through his chest was animalistic and unlike anything she’s heard from him as he set her hands free so he could anchor onto her waist. A squeal came out from her she planted her hands by his shoulder blades to try and steady herself as he was slamming into her cunt at a rapid rate. Her words clearly brought Aaron to the brink of his climax; and he knew that she was nearing her peak given how she couldn’t prevent her lip from trembling too much, as well as how much tighter and wetter her sweet pussy was.

“Think you can cum for me, sweetie?” He rasped out as he watched her bobbed her up and down, “Want to hear you say it, sweetie. Be my good girl and say it.” “Gonna cum for you, daddy. Always your good girl,” She affirmed as one of her hands slid down from his neck and settled on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, “I love you, Aaron.”

Her genuine and sweet admission was enough to bring them both to their orgasm. He pressed his lips against hers as his thrusts had slowed down but still contained their power as he whispered back to her, “I love you so much, sweetie.”

As their lips were locked and tongues tangled in each other, they swallowed each other’s moans as they both felt themselves cum. His hands now left her hips and instead wrapped them around her back so she could press her close against him, reminding him that this was his present and that it wasn’t all in his head.

Feeling out of breath they pulled away from their kiss but their lips remained pressed against each other. Aaron moved to lay on his back, bringing her on top of him just so he could continue holding her while his cock remained nestled in her, something she wondered about, “Are you really just going to stay inside me?”

He shot her a teasingly offended look, “I thought I made it perfectly clear that I had no intentions of letting you go?” She just chuckled as she pressed a kiss to his chest as she responded, “I didn’t know you meant literally!”

They both laughed as they basked in the post-orgasm bliss that they were in, both their fingers finding themselves busy with tracing patterns and shapes on their skin. A few silent moments had passed before Aaron lifted her chin up so he could kiss her deeply. Once they parted, Hotch frowned slightly upon seeing her bite her bottom lip to prevent the grin that was threatening to break out. Clicking his tongue in disapproval, his steady thumb unhooking her bottom lip from the teeth’s constraint, “Never hide your gorgeous grin for me, sweetheart.”

“Only if you promise not to hide yours, Aaron?”

At that he chuckled once more and nodded as he lifted her hand that was resting on his chest and kissed the back of it, “I promise, sweetie.” Beaming up at him, she smiled and nuzzled herself against his chest, “I think I can get used to that,” Just as she found a comfortable position she lifted herself up from his chest and looked at her with a furrowed brow as she wondered, “Are we back together? Like how we were from before?”

One did not have to be a profiler to know that she was masking her upset as she clearly wanted to cherish where she was in but was still cautious about her place. Hotch then kissed her lips gently and held her face as he looked at her with all the love and affection he has for her, “We are together, sweetie. But not as sugar daddy and baby anymore.”

There was a slight flicker of hope brewing inside her as she looked up at him with glossy eyes, “So are we in a real relationship then?”

Nodding as he reciprocated the dazed in love look in his eyes that she had and pecked her lips softly once more and confirmed it for her, “If that is what you want and what you are ready for. I would be honoured to be called yours.”

“I want and need all of you, Aaron — if you’d let me, of course,” It was her turn to brush the hair that had fallen on the top of his head and kissed his nose gently before kissing his lips, “Ever since you came into my life, I could never going through another day without you.”

That sentiment caused Aaron to smile widely and usher in her body closer to his, his arms tightening around her as he found himself elated at the idea of spending a long time — forever really if it were up to him — with her.

“I guess that settles it then,” He relaxed once more, settling for pressing soft kisses all over her face as he relished in the giggles she let out everytime she was kissed by his plump lips. Once he had his fill of her and her sweet giggles he pulled back and stared at her with adoration while she looked at him the same way while she dreamily sighed, “And to think we wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t used your card.”

He shook his head at her silly analogy of what led them back together. As he kissed her nose and snuggled her even more into his chest, “Thank God for that then hm?” He swallowed her sweet giggles once more with a kiss and pulled back to tease her a little, reveling in her little mewls, “I’m only asking just because I’m curious — so you really don’t have to answer — but what is it even that you bought, sweetheart?”

Feeling bashful and shy all of a sudden as she buried her cheek in his chest as her hand rubbed on one of his pec as she shyly muttered, “A set of lingerie and a couple of sundresses,” She looked up at him and felt all the more timid upon seeing his cheeky smile, “I wanted to feel pretty, okay? That and I just wanted to treat myself a little. But it turns out I couldn’t even afford to do so.”

Kissing her pout away, he rubbed her bottom lip while he promised her sweetly, “Well not only will I prove to you everyday how beautiful you are, but I’m gonna spoil you rotten.” A beaming smile now graced her lips as she pressed another quick peck on his lips before nestling herself in his chest as her heart warmed at the idea of them being back together again and Aaron being more than willing to make her happy, the same way she was willing to bend backwards to keep the sweet smile on his face.

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I'm Not Giving Up

The Unexpected Fight Series

Part 2

Warning: This is a tickle fic!

Summary: Bakugo has been different since his fight with Aya. His lack of presence in everyday activities and his changed attitude have become apparent to those around him, and people are starting to take notice. Even though Bakugo never asked for help, his friends would do anything to support him, even if that means confronting him directly and forcing him to face the truth.

Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Bakusquad

Words: 4,995

Reading Time: 20 Minutes

A/N: Finally, Part 2! I'm sorry it took so long to come out. Turns out, remastering old works is a lot more work than I thought. I changed damn near every word and I'm still not satisfied with it, per usual. I'll continue writing the series until the end, so don't worry about me giving up on it. I hope it's enjoyed! 😇