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Mar[r]y Me | part four

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, an asshole man from Hinge, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, suggestive language, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 6.6k

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note: happy Friday! I am extremely excited about this part and I can't wait to hear everyone's thoughts on this chapter!! a big thanks to Jordan for all the yelling in the DMs over this one as I was writing it. and thank you for the love on three and 3.5!

part four - perfect post-beach meal

Ding Dong!

The doorbell echoes through the house, disturbing Mary, but not fully waking her.

Ding Dong!

Her left eye cracks open and immediately shuts, pulling the quilt over her pounding head to block the sunshine streaming through the blinds. I knew I would regret that fourth glass of wine last night.

Ding Dong!

The third ring makes her decide that whoever is at the door can go fuck themselves. Jehovah’s Witness or Girl Scout be damned. If it was important, her phone would be ringing.

Brrrrrring! Brrrrrring!

The ringer volume alone makes her stomach churn, combined with the brightness of her screen as Danielle’s face flashes at her; it’s an all-out assault on her hungover existence. She questions every decision she’s made since turning eighteen.

Ding Dong!

“Please tell me this is an emergency.”

“Answer the door. Then chug some water and sling back a few Tylenol.”

The line clicks off.

Ding Dong!

“I should have partnered with Brett for chemistry. He was dumb as a box of rocks and couldn’t stop staring at my tits. But I think it would have been a better decision overall.” The doorbell goes off again, somehow sounding more aggressive. “Alright, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Rolling out of bed and getting her robe on without dry heaving feels like an accomplishment and a half. Her trek to the front door takes an eternity, the previous night’s wreckage strewn through the house.

Her bra lays outside her bedroom door, in the same place she dropped it after her intoxicated brain decided it had to go.

The uncomfortable dress, the one Danielle had spent hours talking her into, is crumbled in the hallway. The zipper is probably broken, she thinks mournfully, remembering how she had struggled to get the restrictive piece of clothing off by herself.

Her heels are unceremoniously dumped next to the front door. What had started as a cute outfit decision had quickly turned into a nightmare accessory and almost resulted in a sprained ankle when the evening took a turn.

She’s glaring at the culprit of her current state - the empty wine bottle and a lone glass - when she catches sight of the time.

“Who the fuck is at my door at 8:30 in the morning.” She exclaims to an empty house.

Ding Dong!

She rips the door open, ready to yell at Reuben for interrupting her much-needed post-cry sleep but loses all of her steam when she comes face to face with Bradley.

“Wha-” She doesn’t even get a chance to finish her one-word question when a tiny body slams into her legs.

“Auntie Mary!” Annabeth disappears into her house before she can process what’s happening.

“Don’t worry! I got her!” Jake - where the fuck did he come from? - hustles past her, following the little girl. “Cute outfit, M&M.”

The exaggerated wink he sends her way reminds her of what she’s currently wearing, the realization washing over her head like a bucket of ice water.

Her bathrobe is covering her favorite silky nightdress.

And nothing else.

She pulls her robe together, tying the knot as tight as possible and clutching the top together with her fist. Her panic causes her to miss the longing look in Bradley’s eyes. His brain focusing on the width of her hips, the dip of her waist before traveling up and locking on the way her nipples press against the pink fabric.

The confusion and stress on her face snaps him out of it. He hands over her favorite drink from Starbucks - something he is very proud of himself for memorizing - and doesn’t say anything until she’s taken a sip.

“We’re babysitting today.” Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out except for a squeak. Bradley’s eyebrows shoot up, “Are you okay?”

Mary’s head drops and she groans, moving her hand from her robe to rub her forehead. He’s not sure what to do, slightly distracted by the cleavage that has appeared, when she turns and waves him into the house. He locks the door and follows her toward her room, slowing down as he takes in the trail of clothing leading down the hall.

He catches up to her in the bedroom, eyeing the messy, unmade bed. “Did we interrupt something?”

“What could you have interrupted?” She questions, taking some pills with a water bottle from her nightstand, following it up with a big gulp of her iced tea. “Why am I babysitting?”

“We’re babysitting. To give Reuben and Danielle a bit of a break. I’m not confident enough to try and watch the baby, but I know I can handle a preschooler.”

“How did I get pulled into this?”

“She knows you better, and frankly, trying to brave the bathroom situation seemed like too much for my first time. So I needed another adult, preferably a woman, preferably you.”

“And Jake is here because?”

“We’re giving Javy a break, too.” She snorts at his joke. “Get ready; we’re going to the beach! They sent us with snacks, sand toys, and enough sunscreen to cover the entire 7th fleet.”

“I need to shower and eat something.”

“Go ahead and shower; we’ve got time. I brought you a ham and cheese croissant.”

“I have some watermelon and baby carrots in the fridge. Can you pack those up and put them in the cooler while I get ready? The cooler is in my office.”

“On it.” He’s already moving toward the kitchen, throwing a thumbs up over his shoulder and forcing himself not to look back where he knows she’s undoing her bathrobe.

She’s brushing her teeth, feeling better after washing away the previous night’s disappointment, when she has the sudden realization that her clothes are still littering the floor. Mary hustles out of the ensuite and can feel her face start to burn when she sees the remnants of her outfit sitting on the dresser. She swallows her pride and walks into the kitchen, which she’s surprised to see has been cleaned. “Where’s Annie?”

“They’re outside, and she’s giving Jake a lesson on… something. He’s gotten smacked with her fairy wand about seven times so far, so she’s either cursing him or fixing him. Only time will tell.” He turns from where he’s washing a knife. “That baggie has your croissant. You ready to go?”

“Did you put my clothes in my room?” She blurts it out and immediately wants to hide in her room.

“Uhh, yeah.” He scratches the back of his neck, red blooming on his cheeks. “Sorry if that’s weird.”

“No! Not- I just-” She stutters over her words. “I wasn’t expecting it! It’s nice, but you didn’t have to do that. You also didn’t have to clean the kitchen. Thank you!”

“No problem; Danielle mentioned you went out with a friend last night, and you might be a bit hungover, so I figured I’d help some; besides, you only had like five things in the sink. It took no time.”

“Well, thank you.” A muffled shout comes from the yard, and Jake storms into the house with Annie tucked under his arm like a football.

“Okay, is it time to go yet? Annie Oakley and I are ready to dig in the sand! Race you to the front door!” He plops her on the floor and pretends to take off, watching as the little girl books it towards the door.

He shoves something at Mary’s chest. “We are leaving that fucking wand here. She keeps smacking me and telling me her spell isn’t working. That I’m still not “cute” like Bob. Fucking, Bob.”

“Jake!”

“Coming, munchkin! Hide that thing now!” As he jogs toward the front door, the hissed instruction breaks the other two.

“We should probably go before our children get into another fight.” Mary giggles at Bradley’s statement, grabbing her beach bag and food, her brain rotating the “our children” over and over in her mind.

“For you!” Annie shoves a seashell into Bradley’s hand.

“Oh, thank you! Look at how pretty this one is, Mary.” He shows off the tiny pink shell before putting it in his pocket.

“You’re growing quite the collection.” Mary mummers, smiling as she’s gifted a tiny lavender shell. The morning had been filled with splashing in the waves and building sandcastles that did not want to stay up, and then Annie wanted to look for seashells.

“So are you.” He puts the shell in his other pocket, the one holding everything Annie has handed Mary. “Jake is going to be so jealous.”

The two adults pause their meandering to look back at their blanket, where Jake volunteered to stay and watch their stuff. Apparently, he’s made a friend while waiting for the other Daggers to arrive.

Mary runs her eyes over the woman flirting with Jake. Her body is encased in a red string bikini that perfectly fits her thin, tanned figure. She suddenly feels very secure in her decision to keep her coverup dress on.

“Hey, how was New York? How’s your family? I feel like I haven’t seen you since the Secret Santa party.” She turns her attention back to Rooster, who has crouched down to assist in the search for more shells. “This one is for mommy? Okay.”

“Christmas was good; family is fine. Everyone was their usual selves, so nothing new there. Although I’m 74% sure my favorite cousin is pregnant again, and no one else has figured it out yet. So, now it’s just a matter of waiting for a Facebook announcement post to see if I’m right.”

She smiles when she hears laughter coming from the blanket; Jake deserves someone who makes him happy. Her good mood disappears in an instant as Annabeth starts splashing in the shallow water, soaking the bottom half of her coverup.

“Oh, Annie!” She stops herself from yelling, knowing the preschooler didn’t do it maliciously. “Okay, how about we have some watermelon and dry off before lunch arrives?”

The little girl sprints up to Bradley, raising her arms to be picked up. “What? You want a piggyback ride?”

She shrieks in joy when he flips her onto his back and starts jogging toward their spot, moving very carefully to avoid hurting her. Mary follows behind them at a slower pace, dreading the visual of what she’ll look like next to the blonde goddess who has joined Jake on his towel.

“There’s my favorite girl!” Jake catches Annabeth as she jumps into his arms the moment Bradley sets her down.

Her tiny hands clasp his face. “Watermelon.” She demands, making the four adults laugh.

“Watermelon, please.” Bradley gently reminds her, already opening the cooler, handing the sunscreen to Mary when she reaches for it.

“Watermelon, please.”

“Come here, baby.” Mary puts her arms out for Annie. “We gotta reapply sunscreen, and then we can have watermelon.”

“Nooo!” She whines, trying to hide in Jake’s neck.

“The sun is hot! We need to make sure we’re protected, kiddo!” Jake assists.

“Jake too?”

“Yes, me too.”

That’s all she needs to allow herself to be sprayed with the sun protectant, insisting on holding Jake’s hand while Mary sprays him down too. She’s happily munching watermelon on Jake’s lap when she asks, “Who are you?”

“I’m Tammy, a friend of Jake’s sister! I just stopped to say hi for a second. What’s your name?”

“Annabeth Fitch! I’m four years old.”

“Annabeth! That’s a pretty name!” She looks down the beach, waving at a group getting ready to leave. “I gotta go, but it was good to see you, Jake. I’ll have to tell Olivia I ran into you when we get back to school! I love your suit, by the way, it’s so cute! Bye, guys!”

Her last statement is directed at Mary, who has pulled her damp coverup off to dry in the sun and is standing there in her black one-piece. Bradley gulps, thankful that his sunglasses block his slow pursual of her figure. She looks incredible. Curves in all his favorite places, and her clipped-up hair shows off the neck he’s dreamt of marking up.

A low whistle interrupts his favorite daydream, the one that includes Mary, the backseat of his Bronco, and the dog tags he never wears but stores in his glove box.

“Damn, Mariella!” Phoenix is leering over her sunglasses, arm in arm with Yale’s very pregnant wife, Kristina, who is pumping her fist and chanting her name. Logan, Bob, and Javy slowly follow behind, carrying beach supplies, while the Lee kids run straight to Annabeth.

“Oh my god, stop it, you two!” Mary laughs, her face red enough that Bradley isn’t sure if it’s from their cat calls or the sun.

“Absolutely not! You look hot!” Kris' attempt at a hug turns into a side squeeze, her belly getting in the way. “We brought pasta salad, but please tell me you have more watermelon. It’s all baby #4 has had me craving.”

“We do! It’s in the cooler behind the pile of children on Jake; help yourself!”

The guys finally arrive with chairs, a cooler, and other supplies. The adults catch up while Kristina lays out ground rules for her kids before handing out sandwiches and bowls of pasta salad to everyone.

The men wolf down their food before starting a two-on-two football game, and the kids beg Bob to help them build a sandcastle, a request he happily completes, leaving the three women relaxing in chairs. They spend the next few hours in relative silence under the umbrellas, reading and occasionally chatting or reapplying sunscreen to the children and Bob.

It’s when Bradley makes his way back to their spot, carrying the youngest Lee, that things change. He hands the three-year-old off to her mother. “Yale said she was getting cranky, and it might be good to let her chill with you guys.”

“Yeah, it’s almost her N-A-P time. Come here, sweetie, let’s cuddle a little.”

Bradley groans, “An N-A-P sounds good. Is there room for me under the umbrella, honey?”

“Of course, you should put more sunscreen on if you’re going to lay down, though.” She ignores the eyes burning into the side of her face and the jaws that drop when she complies with his ask for help getting his back.

Using her folded coverup as a pillow, he lays on his stomach in the shade and gets comfortable. “Wake me up if you need something.”

She gets exactly ten minutes of peace, just enough time for Andrea and Bradley to fall asleep, before the other two start in on her.

“So, I heard you had a date last night. How did that go?” Kris tees up, casually flipping through her magazine.

“Oh! Where did you meet him?” Natasha’s faux innocence annoys her.

“Well, if Dani told you that I had a date, then I’m sure she also told you how bad it was.” She snaps, staring steadfastly at her book and pretending to read. She isn’t actually reading; she can’t. The words have started to blur together from her tears. “And if she told you how bad it was, then you definitely know we met on an app.”

The sniffle that punctuates her sentence springs the other two into motion.

Nat sits in front of her in the sand, taking the book from her, and Kris holds her hand, her mom voice kicking.

“Hey, woah, okay. What’s wrong? How bad is bad? Did he hurt you?” Mary shakes her head, taking a deep breath to avoid crying. “Want to talk about it?”

“I went home to Brooklyn for Christmas as usual, but with this new job, I get more days off during the holidays, so I stayed longer than normal. Which was a mistake. All it meant was three extra days of my mom complaining about my lack of a love life and how I haven’t given her grandkids - that usual spiel. But she took it a step further this time. She actually tried to set me up with the son of one of her friends from her book club.”

“How did that go?”

“It didn’t. I refused to go. Then there was a lot of screaming - mostly about embarrassing her - and I got the first flight out of JFK that I could. I spent the rest of my holiday week on the couch watching Parks and Rec. And I felt so defeated that I redownloaded Hinge and updated my profile.”

“You met on Hinge?” Nat sounds surprised.

“Yeah, I figured it was better than Tinder.”

“Was it?”

“No, just as many dick pic offers.” The women laugh, Mary wiping her eyes where a few tears had slipped by.

“Anyway, I matched with this cute guy, Jeremy. We chatted for a few days, and he asked me to dinner. We had been clicking, and he seemed nice, plus he hadn’t tried to send me any photos, so I said yes.” She pauses to check on Annie, making a mental note to make an apple pie for Bob as a thank you for keeping the kids occupied.

“So what happened?”

“We met at that steakhouse downtown, Samson’s, and he texted me that he was at the bar. Apparently, there was a wait even though we had a reservation, and I was fine with that. I’ve spent enough time in restaurants to know that shit happens and sometimes you get behind, but it very much was not fine with him. He was incredibly rude to the hostess and the bartender. And then when our table was ready - only like 15 minutes later than planned, by the way, it was nothing - he looked at me and went, “This isn’t going to happen. You don’t look like what I thought you would based on your photos.” and left me with the check for our drinks.”

The small chorus of “what the fuck” makes her start to hysterically laugh.

“I know! It’s so fucking ridiculous that that was his reason! Like, I know what I look like.” She gestures to her body, her voice slightly shrill. “I know better than anyone else what I look like. I know that men don’t like bodies that look like mine. I know that men need to get to know me before they’re interested in me. I know that no one is attracted to me at first glance. I am so fucking aware of what I look like, and I am meticulous about choosing photos that accurately represent what I look like. Yes, they're flattering photos, but they very clearly show that I am fat.”

“Mary! That’s so ridiculous! You’re beautiful!” Kristina scolds her.

“I know I’m pretty, Kris, but I’m also fat. And I’m not saying that to put myself down or fish for compliments. It’s just a fact. I have brown eyes, I have a master's degree in project management, I’m fat.” She sighs. “But guys can’t get past the stomach or the hips or the slight double chin. I could look exactly like Farrah Fawcett, and men still would be stuck on the fact that my thighs are bigger than their heads!”

The group falls silent. Neither of the other women know what to say.

“I know what I just said sounds terrible, but please don’t feel bad. It’s how it’s always been for me; I’m used to it. I know how to work the system, how to figure out if a guy is good for me or not.” She chuckles humorlessly. “Though apparently not electronically; don’t worry, I already deleted my profile for good.”

“I’m sorry we teased you. Danielle didn’t mention this guy was such a dick.” Nat apologizes.

“That’s because she doesn’t know. The bartender was really nice and said she would give me three drinks on the house if I ordered an appetizer to go with it because he was so awful. I took her offer, got severely tipsy, took a Lyft back home, and then polished off the bottle of wine that was taking up space in my fridge. White is always a good accompaniment to crying if you were wondering.”

“Wait, so how does she know the date went badly if you didn’t tell her?”

“After finishing the wine, I realized I wasn’t just tipsy but drunk, and then suddenly, my dress was suffocating me, but I couldn’t get it unzipped. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that when I was getting dressed because Danielle helped me. I remember crying harder and calling Dani when I couldn’t get it. I’m guessing the hysterical breakdown was a clue of how the night went. And she must have talked me through it because the dress wasn’t on my body when I woke up this morning.”

“God, why does everything go extra wrong when you’re sad and drunk?”

“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I ripped the zipper of my brand-new dress because I got overstimulated.” She pouts.

“Oh, that’s an easy fix!” Kris waves her hand like she’s waving the problem away. “If you did break the zipper, just give the dress to Logan or bring it by the house sometime, and I’ll fix it for you, no problem!”

“Really? That would be am-”

“What about Jake?”

“What?”

“What about Jake?” Phoenix repeats, “Why don’t you date him? The two of you flirt all the time! And as much as it pains me to say it, he’s a good-looking guy. And - bonus! - he’s way less insufferable than he used to be.”

“Oh! Yes! You two would be so cute together!”

“You know we’re not actually flirting, right? We banter and “flirt,” but it’s all platonic. And Jake is handsome, but he doesn’t do it for me.”

“That man is sex on a stick, and he doesn’t do it for you?” Kristina questions.

“Not in that way? Like objectively, I know Jake is very attractive; there’s no doubt that he’s hot, but I’m not actually attracted to him. It’s the same way with Maverick. He’s a good-looking guy, but I have zero interest in fucking him.”

That sends the group into laughter.

“Okay, okay! I get what you mean!” Nat forces herself to stop laughing, “What about Bradley?”

Mary looks down at the man sleeping soundly on the towel beside her, and her heart twists.

Bradley.

Her good friend who does things to help her without even asking what she needs. Who frequently brings her an afternoon snack because she gets derailed in the repair shop and forgets to grab lunch before the canteen closes.

Bradley.

Who overwhelms her senses every time she sees him. Whose cologne makes her heart skip a beat. Who always wraps her in a warm hug, but never before checking if it’s okay. Whose hands touch her with a level of care that she’s never experienced before.

Bradley.

Who, when she tries hard enough, she can trick herself into thinking that he’s actually flirting with her. That he actually wants her.

Bradley.

“It’s the same thing as with Jake; he’s a good guy, a great friend - good looking, too - and he play flirts with me. But that’s all it is.”

“Mary-”

“Please don’t.” Her whispered plea cuts them off. “Don’t be like Danielle and Reuben and try to tell me how much he likes me. That he has a crush on me. I know he doesn’t, so I can’t let myself think that. I don’t think I could handle the rejection and the disappointment.”

The sound of crying swiftly stops the conversation, Mary running down the beach to where Annabeth is holding her head, cradled in Bob’s arms.

“She tripped and bonked her head on a bucket. It wasn’t too hard, and she’s not bleeding. I think she just scared herself.”

“Thanks, Bobby.” She brushes over his hair affectionately before scooping her niece into her arms. “Come on, baby, let's take a walk.”

She stands and starts making her way down the beach, waving to let the others know everything is okay and trying to soothe her crying goddaughter.

“Hey! Everything okay?” Bradley jogs up to them, rubbing his hand over Annie’s hair, checking to make sure she’s not bleeding. “Sorry it took me a minute, Phoenix slapped me. You okay, Miss Annie?”

Annabeth buries her head in Mary’s shoulder as she explains what happened, big crocodile tears wetting her shoulder. “So we’re gonna walk for a little bit. And then I think it might be time for H-O-M-E. Someone seems a bit T-I-R-E-D.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Just let me know, okay?” He drops a kiss on Annie’s forehead and turns to head back, giving the girls some privacy.

“Rooster!”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” Annie makes grabby hands at him. “Want me to walk with you?”

She easily transfers to Bradley’s arms. With Annie curled up on his chest and Mary tucked into his side, holding on to his arm and resting her head against his shoulder, the three of them walk down a deserted stretch of sand. Completely unaware of the multiple cameras capturing the sweet moment behind them.

“I thought you said the perfect post-beach meal includes your Aunt Lindsey’s potato salad?”

“It does.” Mary grabs the container filled with creamy, dill, red-skin potato salad and smiles at the man working the deli counter. “Thank you, have a good one!”

She drops the clear quart container into their cart and tickles Annie’s neck, making her giggle and try to squirm away.

“Then why are we buying potato salad for dinner?”

After their walk down the beach, Mary called Dani to let her know that she was going to have Annie sleepover at her house while Bradley packed up their stuff. Once she found out she was spending the night with her favorite aunt, Annie immediately asked for beach meal, prompting Bradley to ask what that meant.

“The perfect post-beach meal! It’s something my cousins, and I created when we were younger. It’s a fully-loaded cold-cut sandwich, served with my Aunt Lindsey’s potato salad - a family secret - and a handful of potato chips. Best paired with lemonade.” She explains in the car, inviting him to join them for dinner and a movie in her living room.

He immediately accepts, eager to spend more time with Mary and Annie, the little girl quickly wrapping him around her little finger. “We’ll have to stop by my place so I can shower; I don’t want to drag sand all through your house.”

“Just grab a change of clothes; you can shower at my house. We’re going to have to clean up, too, huh?” She turns around to the backseat, tickling Annie’s tummy, smiling as her shrieks of laughter fill the Bronco. “If we’re going to do post-beach meal, we need to stop at the grocery store for a few things, too.”

She chuckles, “That is the secret. Aunt Lindsey’s secret recipe is that she always bought potato salad from the deli down the road and put it in one of her nice serving bowls.”

Bradley laughs! “That’s cheating!”

“No, that’s being smart and saving yourself a ton of work. If you knew how big my family is, you would realize that making enough potato salad for everyone ends up being an all-day ordeal.”

“How big is your family?” He’s curious. He knows she has a bigger family; every story has a different family member attached to its background, but she’s never given exact details.

“I’m one of four; all my brothers have at least two kids. My mom is one of five, my dad is one of six, and all four of my grandparents had multiple siblings. Thirty-one people on my dad’s side moved from Sicily in 1888 or 1889, I can’t remember right now, and my mom’s side came over before World War II. They set up shop in the city, and everyone has pretty much stayed in the Brooklyn area since then. Last family reunion, there was easily over a hundred and fifty people that showed up.”

“Wow…” Bradley blinks at her unexpected answer. “People still do family reunions?”

“Mine do.” She answers distractedly, searching for an acceptable red onion. “You like red onion, right?”

He’s leaning on the cart when a little hand tugs at the sunglasses hooked into his shirt, his eyes shifting from Mary’s legs to Annie. “I’ll eat anything except for radishes, hard-boiled eggs, and anything Jake grills - I just don’t trust him, despite his self-proclaimed Texas grillmaster skills.”

“Noted. Okay, we just need lettuce and lemonade because I’m not making that from scratch today.” She looks up from the list on her phone. “Oh! You look cute, baby! I think Bradley’s glasses might be a little big for you, though.”

“Ah, she’ll grow into them. Right, peanut?” They both laugh as the shades fall off her face when she nods in agreement. “I think I should hold onto these for you until you get a little bigger.”

“You guys wait here for a minute, I’m gonna grab a head of lettuce, and then we’re basically all set.” She rubs a hand across his back as she walks away, smiling as Bradley realizes he’s losing the argument about what movie they’re going to watch with dinner.

“Ho-le-y shit! Look at that!”

“Oh. my. god. Do you think he’s single?”

“I hope so! That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The frantic whispering drags Mary’s attention from the iceberg lettuce display. She watches as a group of pretty, twenty-something girls point and ogle in Bradley’s direction. Her eyes flick towards the shopping cart her goddaughter is sitting in, her pink striped coverup swallowing her tiny frame.

Well, they’re not wrong. He does look sexy.

The muscle shirt he’s wearing shows off the hard work he’s put in recently. The team has been hitting the gym more frequently since the new year, starting to prepare for a short deployment they have coming up in the spring. He’s golden from spending the day in the sun, and his brown hair is fluffy from the salt water. Combined with how he’s entertaining an adorable little girl, who is clearly enamored with him, she completely understands the thirsting happening next to the avocado tower.

“I’m going up to him. How do my boobs look?”

The brazenness of the group leader stuns her.

Absolutely fucking not.

Without looking, she grabs a head of lettuce and hustles back to the cart, grinning at Annie when she points at her. Bradley turns and smiles, pulling her into his chest as he drops the lettuce next to Annie in the cart. “This one has insisted that we need ice cream to round out this perfect meal of ours, and I think I agree with her. What do you think, honey?”

She melts into his hold, savoring the way his arm feels wrapped around her waist. “Well, I do have chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles that are dying to be used up. So I think you’re absolutely right; we should get ice cream.”

Bradley and Annie high-five as he starts booking it toward the freezer section, leaving Mary in their dust. She snorts at the ridiculousness she’s brought to the grocery store and starts to follow them.

“Hey!” A voice behind her catches her attention. She turns, vindication spreading through her chest when she sees the disappointed faces of the group of younger women.

“Congrats on him; he’s a beauty.” The leader gives her a thumbs up and a wink like she had just bagged a prize deer.

She laughs in response, giving a small wave over her shoulder as she works to catch up. Knowing that without supervision, Annie will con Bradley into buying five flavors of ice cream.

“Alright, that’s your final number of the night, twinkle toes. Time for bed.” Mary lifts herself off the couch where she’s spent the last forty-five minutes leaning against Bradley.

After dinner and mini ice cream sundaes were eaten and Cars had finished, Annie shoved the adults together on the couch and demanded they watch her dance around the living room to Top 40 hits.

“Time to brush my teeth?”

“Yes, time to brush your teeth.” She swings Annie onto her hip. “Wanna watch that James Bond movie you were talking about last week?”

“Yeah, if you’re up for it?” Bradley gets up when she nods in response. “Awesome, I’ll finish the dishes and set it up.”

“Thank you, I’ll be back after she’s asleep.”

He watches her walk down the hallway towards her bedroom, talking to the sleepy preschooler in her arms before moving into the kitchen. As he washes the ice cream bowls, he thinks about how much he’s enjoyed the day. He never thought the highlight of his week would be fighting for an hour to secure a car seat into Bronco and then spending 12+ hours caring for a four-year-old. But it has been, and he’s enjoyed every moment.

He pours them each a glass of the Moscato he picked up at the store and sprawls on her pink couch, scrolling through his phone while he waits for her to put Annie to bed. It’s not too long before soft footsteps grab his attention, and he gulps when she rounds the corner.

“My leggings were too uncomfortable, so I changed into my pajamas; I hope you don’t mind.”

How could I mind looking at your ass in those shorts?

“Course not; want you to be comfy.” He watches her bend down to add detergent to the dishwasher, her sweatshirt catching his eye. “Do you have an aviator boyfriend somewhere in Florida that we don’t know about?”

“What?”

“Your sweatshirt. I’ve only seen people who come out of flight school with those.”

“Oh, this! I always talked about how I wanted one of these sweatshirts, so when I announced that I was leaving to come out here, my favorite admiral got me one as a going-away present.” She points to her sleeve as she sits beside him, “He even got my call sign embroidered on it!”

“Cute; how come I’ve never seen this before?”

“I only wear it at bedtime. He ordered it to be oversized for me, which I appreciate, but it was so big that it practically was a dress. Dani and I tried to crop it one night, but we didn’t measure, misjudged it, and well…” She lifts her arms slightly above her head, her tummy and the very bottom curve of her breasts coming into view. “Not exactly public friendly.”

He hums, distracted by how if she had lifted her arms one more inch, she would have completely flashed him.

“You, uhh-” He clears his throat, “You ready to watch the movie? I poured you a glass of wine.”

“Thank you!” She hits play as she takes a sip. “Oh, Bradley, you did such a good job picking this out.”

He grunts in response, his brain fixated on the little moan she let out after her second sip.

Twenty minutes into the movie, he pauses it when she squirms for the tenth time. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“Sorry. My back hurts, and there’s not enough room to lay down.”

“Come lay with me. There’s plenty of room here.”

“Really?” She asks as she’s already moving around the coffee table to his other side. “You don’t mind?”

“Just come lay down, Mary.” She slots herself next to him on the chaise, resting her head on his shoulder and throwing a leg over his thighs. “Better?”

“Yes, thank you.” She pats his chest in thanks, and he starts the movie up again. He wraps an arm around her, slipping his hand under her sweatshirt and rubbing her back when she doesn’t protest.

When the movie ends two hours later, she yawns and shifts on his chest as the credits roll. “I liked that a lot; I think that’s Daniel Craig’s best movie.” She bends her leg, pulling it further up his lap and freezing when she feels him.

“Sorry.” He grunts, trying to scoot away, yelling at himself for making her uncomfortable.

A hand on his chest stops him.

“It’s okay.” She quietly reassures him, her hand sliding up to cradle the side of his face, turning him to look at her. “I don’t mind.”

The look in his eyes takes her breath away. He looks hungry. Like he wants her. The way his breathing gets heavier when she sinks her hand into his hair gives her the confidence boost she needs. Summoning all the grace she possibly can, Mary sits up and swings a leg over his hips. His hands guide her onto his lap, her eyes widening when she sits down.

“You’re so hard.” She says breathlessly, shocked at how aroused he is underneath her.

“You’ve been pressed against me for two hours in these tiny little shorts with no bra on, and you smell good.” He shrugs helplessly like he had no control over the situation.

“Bradley…” She trails off when he moans as her hands tug his hair. She leans into him, heart pounding as their chests and noses touch. Her eyes flutter, a quiet whine escaping as she enjoys the way his hand grabs at her ass, big and warm through the thin material of her shorts. The other hand runs up her thigh and slips under the hem to hold her hip, thumbing over the lacey edge of her panties. Mary moans as he pulls her further into him, tilting her head and letting her lips brush his.

“Aunt Mary!”

She sits up straight, balancing herself on his chest. “Annie?! What’s wrong?” She climbs off Bradley, apologizing as she goes.

“I- I- I had a bad dream! Th-the dinosaurs were there!” She wails, tears pouring down her cheeks as she hiccups.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay! It’s okay! Those dinosaurs aren’t real. They were just machines for the movie. They can’t hurt you.” She bounces Annie, trying to soothe her. She’s going to kick Reuben’s ass all the way to Australia for allowing Annabeth to watch Jurassic Park. Knowing it’s his fault that she and Bradley were interrupted.

“Can we watch Frozen?” The sniffles break her heart, and she immediately gives in.

Mary sighs, “Yeah, let's wipe your face off, and we’ll watch Frozen.” After the tears and snot are washed away, she settles on the opposite end of the couch with Annie in her arms, wrapping a blanket around them and turning on the movie.

Once the citizens of Arendelle are singing about ice, she risks a glance over at Bradley to find him already watching her. Her heart skipping a beat at the intensity of his stare. She lets herself openly watch as he adjusts himself through his shorts before dragging a hand across his mouth, his eyes only leaving hers to watch the way her teeth dig into her bottom lip. She can’t remember the last time she was this turned on and mourns the fact that she didn’t even get a chance to taste his lips.

Eventually, she breaks eye contact, looking at the movie when Annie points. Bradley doesn’t look away - can’t look away - her cheeks are flushed, and she's still slightly panting. He’s annoyed they were interrupted and feels bad about being annoyed. But he’s never going to be able to forget the way she felt on his lap. So soft, so warm. How she fit perfectly into his hands, like she was made for him. He can’t think about how her hands pulled his hair and how she wiggled on his lap, or he knows he’s going to get hard again. Those 90 seconds are going to star in his dreams for the rest of his life.

She’s perfect. I’m gonna ask her out next week, and we’ll go to dinner somewhere nice. We’ll go to Samson’s. He decides.

I can’t believe that asshole didn’t want her.

Who wouldn’t want her?

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snaililita · 6 months

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🍁Genshibli: Kazuha Edition🍁

🍁~~~~~~~~ Today's Prompt

What if Kazuha and Y/N were in Nausicaä: Valley of the Wind?

🍁~~~~~~~~ Reader's Gender

Female, She/Her

🍁~~~~~~~~ Background and Synopsis

A pejitian boy fleas from his nation after a death sentence was placed on his head for harnessing the power of the wind without permission. Soon after the nation is destroyed by the ohmu and with no home to return to he is forced to wander the world and avoid the jungle without any way to protect himself from the harmful gasses much to his dismay. Eventually he finds himself in the Valley of the Wind, a place where he can be in tune with nature and air as much as he pleases. One day on one of his adventures into the jungle to retrieve a plant for the princess, he finds a girl just outside the jungle running for her life from an enraged ohmu. Swooping her off the ground with his air craft, he brings her to safety. Just where did this unfamiliar girl come from?

TWs: Discriptions of wounds and deceased family.

(("So... what's your name?"))

The chirps of birds pierced the air as a breeze ruffled the blonde's hair. Having just returned from his short venture, Kazuha found himself patching up a girl who seemed to be not far off in age to him. Her (h/l) hair was a mess and turned up in every which way and her (s/c) skin was caked in dirt and bruises, yet her (e/c) eyes shown with a childlike quality almost as if internally she still was one.

(("R-Right! My name is (Y/N)!"))

She sputtered, accidentally jerking her hand causing the blonde man to spill the disinfectant all over it. She hissed to herself from the pain.

(("Well that's one way of cleansing a wound, tell me where to you come from (Y/N)?"))

Kazuha asked as he wrapped her hand in a bandage,

(("Very far away. Doesn't matter anymore though... the jungle got to it and I'm the only survivor. I tried to go back but the gasses were too thick for even my mask so I had to leave everything and everyone behind...."))

Her eyes seemed to loose some of that shine from before. It made sense now, her dirty clothes, messy hair- she must have been hungry and on the run for ages now. Without a home, without a family. Kazuha could sympathise.

(("You and I aren't so different. I come from Pejite."))

(Y/N) gasped, leaning forwards with curiosity,

(("The city that was overrun with ohmu? I heard they also lost their princess just shortly beforehand too I'm so sorry!"))

Kazuha simply shook his head with a soft smile,

(("My family was already dead beforehand and I was exiled anyways so I had no hope of returning regardless."))

(Y/N) frowned, sitting back again as Kazuha finished tying the bandage and stood up to place the roll of unused bandages in a cabinet.

(("It still can't feel very good. Say, where are we now uhhh... sir?"))

The blonde let out an air chuckle as he closed the cabinet door and sat back down next to (Y/N) to continue inspecting her for anymore wounds,

(("Kazuha, and we are in the Valley of the Wind."))

🍁~~~~~~~~~~~~🍁

Sorry it was short! I want to know if you guys like the idea of Genshibli! So if you guys like this idea I'll keep writing for it with more characters and crossovers! My ask box will be open for ideas but I won't guarantee I'll get to them immediately! Tbh, Kazuha being in NVW has been something swirling around in my mind for years now. I used to draw him and my oc Sakura as ex-pejitians all the time when I was bored lol I was thinking of doing The Cat Returns Lyney next! What do you guys think?

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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Person A hears from mutual friends that Person B is looking for a real relationship. Finding that out makes things awkward, since Person A is sleeping with Person B – a lot. And they never told them they were looking for a partner.

"You know Midge."

Lenny nods, but tries not to smirk too hard as he sips his drink after his set at the Button Club. "I do."

Joel doesn't know, after all, that Midge has been spending quite a lot of time in Lenny's bed these days. Best to keep it that way.

"Well, she's not having a lot of luck in the love department lately," Joel shrugs conversationally. "She really wants a partner, you know? Somebody she can count on. Be there for her, and she's just not finding anyone."

Lenny takes a longer sip of his drink, his earlier smugness dissipating like the condensation the ice is causing on his glass. "Yeah?"

"Well, yeah. She liked being married," Joel says. "But nobody passes muster these days. Her mother keeps throwing her different guys, and she goes on one date and then scratches 'em off her list."

More to think over. Why hadn't Midge said anything about wanting something serious? Not that Lenny is particularly good at serious relationships. Or maybe he is, he has no fucking clue.

But she never really said anything.

"I'm sure someone will present themselves," Lenny shrugs casually. "There has to be someone, right?"

"Between her pickiness and how much person she is on a daily basis, I'm not so sure," Joel admits. "And hey - you know. Love's not for everyone. Maybe she's one of those chicks that's just meant to be by herself. I mean, she supports herself and the kids with all the money she makes from gigging and Ford's show. She's comfortable. It's not like she needs some guy to come in and provide a paycheck."

Lenny opens his mouth to argue. The very idea that Midge isn't cut out for love feels...

Insane.

Aside from the fact that she wouldn't be by herself at all if Joel hadn't fucking left.

Aside from aside from which, she's not usually by herself because when she's not on stage, or running around with and/or for her family, she's beneath Lenny's sheets.

He stops himself, because the truth is - the very real truth - is that he's the one not cut out for it. Drugs or no drugs. Arrests or no arrests, Lenny - and many women before Midge - finds himself pretty unlovable if he's not on a stage.

He shakes his head. "It'll work itself out," he says instead, finishing his drink. "I'm headed home. G'night, Joel."

"See ya, Lenny."

*****

She's at his place the next night, like she generally is on Sunday evenings.

It's usually the same.

They eat a little dinner, have a couple of drinks. Talk about their week. Fall into his bed.

God, she's beautiful.

Currently, she's laid out beneath him, mostly naked aside from some satin panties; warm and soft, her hands sliding over his bare back.

"Hey," he mutters as he kisses her jaw.

Midge smiles as her fingers play with his hair. "Hi."

"Why didn't you tell me you were looking for a serious relationship?" he asks softly.

Her hands freeze in place and she blinks at him, surprised. "I...I didn't think you'd be interested."

"No?" he asks.

Midge shrugs, sliding her hands from his hair to his shoulders. "You told me you wanted this to be fun. That...you didn't want things to change."

There's a weird mix of emotions in his chest as he rolls off of her, and she pulls a bed sheet to cover her chest. A mix of hurt and frustration he's not fond of.

"I did tell you I wanted to get married again one day," she reminds him. "That I wanted to find someone to share my life with."

She had. She'd said that, conversationally.

And at the time, it hadn't hurt that she doesn't consider him an option, but for whatever reason it hurts now.

"And you don't want that," Midge points out gently; almost like she's talking to a wounded animal, and he doesn't like that either.

"I didn't say that," he tells her.

She laughs a little, reaching out to stroke his jaw. "You said 'I'd rather be stuffed, roasted and eaten by Officer Peluso than get married again.'"

"Okay, that was a joke."

"It didn't sound like a joke."

Lenny blows out a breath and takes her hand. "What if I changed my mind?"

Midge's eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. "Have you?"

He sighs, thinking it over for a long moment. "I did a gig at the Button Club last night."

She nods slowly. "I know."

"And I talked to Joel."

"Okay."

"And he was talking about how..." he pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts. "How you've been on these dates with these guys, and none of them light you on fire, and you've got no interest in long-term with them. And he said 'maybe Midge is meant to be by herself.'"

It's like watching her get slapped.

"He would know, I guess," she says in a quiet tone he's not used to from her. Sad. Resigned.

"Well, that's the thing," Lenny says. "The second he said that it sounded completely wrong. It sounded like one of those Twilight Zone episodes your father enjoys so much. Because you are so lovable, Midge."

She's about to respond. Opens her mouth, probably to thank him for trying to make her feel better, but that the pity isn't necessary, but he cuts her off.

"You are. And I should know, because I've been thinking about what he said all day. And it made me realize that I know you're lovable because I love you."

Her eyes widen as she stares at him in surprise.

"And you're not by yourself. I mean, aside from your insane family, and the friends you've made through the job, you have me. And as terrible a boyfriend as I can be, and as horrible a partner as I've been in the past...I like that. I like that you have me. I want you to keep having me. In all kinds of ways."

Midge looks confused then, shaking her head. "Not to start a fight, but did you get high before I arrived?"

"No, I'm just- trying to work out how to tell you that I've been falling in love with you, probably since we met, and I really thought a lot of these feelings were merely carnal, but it turns out I would like to draw big stupid hearts in my chemistry textbook and write our names inside of them."

She laughs at that, laying down and curling up against him. "Can I talk now?"

"Yes. I'm very sorry, I just needed to get all of that out."

Midge closes her eyes and rests her head on his chest. "I love you, too."

He tightens his arms around her.

"And I think the reason why all these dates my mother has been setting me up on haven't been panning out is because I do have you," she goes on. "And it's not like all we do is have sex- I mean that's mostly what we do. But we talk and we laugh, and we have dinner together. We talk about work and our kids and our mothers. Or, we do now. We didn't before, but we do now."

He doesn't say anything, just lets her talk.

"So, really, you've been doing most of the things that boyfriends do. Aside from family holidays and public dates," she shrugs. "I haven't needed anyone else, because I have you. But you told me you didn't want a life together, and I took you seriously and thought if there was someone who did want those things..." She sighs. "Maybe I could get over the disappointment that you didn't want anything else with someone who did."

Lenny swallows and stares up at the ceiling. "My marriage was a mess."

"I know."

"I wanted to avoid hurting you that way," he adds.

"You were hurt, too," she reminds him.

It's something he doesn't think about terrible often, but she's right. The way things ended...the way things wound up...

He was hurt.

He takes a breath and gazes down at her. "What if we went for it? The real thing?"

"Then we'd have a lot of explaining to do," Midge grins. "But it'd be worth it."

"Yeah?"

She nods, reaching up to kiss him slowly, shifting on top of him to get a better angle and deepen the kiss.

It's a nice view, Midge straddling his hips with very little clothing on.

He could certainly get used to seeing it for the rest of his life.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge x Lenny #Midge/Lenny

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snortinguraniumoxide · 2 years

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can you make a post about the charachter you dislike the most from the idiot and why..... thanks bae 😍

Okay so, thanks to this wonderful question submitted by my bestie, I find it is an IDEAL TIME to start bashing the character I hate most from the idiot... since its the only dosto book i've actually READ... not even finished yet but yanno :pppp)

Of course I'm going to leave the best bashing for last, as I maintain a love-hate relationship with a few other characters from the idiot and I wish to dwell on them a little bit as well -- ALSO DISCLAIMER THERE WILL BE spoilers ahead +++++ if you like these characters I am very much sorry for ranting about them in this barbaric manner, if I'm wrong in any of my points please feel free to correct me ;; HERE I GOOOO

FIRST. THE ONE AND ONLY, NUMBER ONE

ganya.

now, how to put this... ganya is...basic. Everyone knows that. Even HE knows that (we stan some self-awareness...). He might be handsome and on my blog banner...yet I somehow find myself very interested in his basic self looking to prove himself and get rid of...his...basic-ness? I can't explain myself pff-

HE'S SO BASIC IN HIS AMBITIONS THAT HE'S NOT BASIC. SOMEHOW.

it STILL doesnt help that he's so arrogant (not just him, but the other peeps on this list too... >.>) and insufferable when things don't go his way. I naively thought that after he had helped Myshkin with the Burdovsky situation, he'd have NATURALLY reedemed himself - but no. TURNS OUT he had only wanted to help princey out of self-fulfilment and, OF COURSE, to make himself look better in his eyes, which c'mon man, you could've done just by having been honest with yourself

oh and don't even get me started on the relationship he has with his siblings and family... poor varya :crying: queen deserves a more understanding brother who doesn't have a draco malfoy complex

nevertheless I don't HATE his character, he's just continuously oscillating between a jerk and a nice guy you could chat over a coffee with in my eyes.

NEXT UP... aglaya epanchin.

I don't know if this is gonna be a controversial one, but hear me out.

The fact that I kin her in some aspects DOES. NOT. HELP. THE CAUSE. The fact that (almost) everyone calls her an angel at some point in the novel really GRINDS MY GEARS - she's basically a tsundere from the 1800's who, okay, was dealing with familial pressure and societal expectations, but NEVER knew how to explain her obnoxious reasoning in a reasonable way that doesn't include scoffing and rolling her eyes or shouting at her interlocutor. I do admit, her character's interesting and you're never really bored when she's around, she's realistic, but I would've liked to see her vulnerable side a bit more, not just the spoilt little sister side. THATS JUST MY PERSONAL OPINION THO, TOLD FROM THE SHOES OF THE SPOILT LITTLE SISTER...

Third - Rogozhin.

It's undoubtable that Rogozhin is an A M A Z I N G character. I love the atmosphere he creates and the impending doom you feel when he appears in a scene - but I just can't forgive him for killing his girlfriend and trying to kill his bestie as well. I love his character for EVERYTHING except those caca stuff he did; I just can't ignore those

KEEP IN MIND THO, I DON'T HATE THESE THREE CHARACTERS, I love how detailed and true to reality they are, but they have like 2-3 aspects I just cant gloss over. So I both LOVE THEM and wanna roll them through breadcrumbs and make schnitzels out of them.

alright. here it comes. THE GRAND FINALE... (I think everyone who has read the idiot can agree with me on this)...

the character I hate with a burning passion is totsky.

do i even have to explain. MANZ T R A S H . He destroyed nastasya -her dreams, her aspirations, her societal and social status - he ruined her future and her as a person in every single way. He's a creep and ~still a piece of garbage~ so, in my honest not-so-humble opinion, he can shove all that richness and all those golden rings up his rear end.

EITHER WAY -- RANTS DONE. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT! THANKS FOR READING TILL HERE AND THANKS TO @clockwork2018 FOR THIS WONDERFUL QUESTION!! XOXO <333

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thefallennightmare · 2 years

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One Mind-Eight

Pairings: Druig x Eternal!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swears, and maybe some smut here and there.

Summary: For so long, the Eternals were on their own. That was until a Celestial event brought them all back together. Reader is reluctant to help because in order to do what her fellow Eternals are saying, she would have to connect with a century old love; one that she promised herself that she would never work with again.

A/N: It's a short one, sorry!

TAGS (OPEN): @niiight-dreamerrrr @moonlightreader649 @beep-beep-sherlock @layzfeelit

Soft fingers brushed over the skin on the back of my neck as I sat in front of Druig. He was perched up on one of the counters in the lab and I snugged myself in between his legs, as we listened in on everyone speaking almost too fast and at once, on some of the negative outcomes of trying to put Tiamut to sleep.

After our fight, Druig and I spent a few more minutes lounging on the bed in his room, in silence; a comfortable silence. We didn’t need to speak a word; we just needed some time for ourselves and to catch up on lost time.

Minus the kissing, much to my dismay.

It probably would have got to that point if Thena hadn’t come to retrieve us, mentioning something about a ‘family meeting.’

“Let’s say Druig and Y/N can put Tiamut to sleep, then what?” Makkari signed.

“We’ll find humans a new home on a new planet,” Sersi said.

“Are we going to build a ship too? I said, “We each take a pair of animals?”

Druig stifled a laugh behind me.

“You know what's never saved the planet? Your sarcasm,” Phastos shook his head at me.

I merely shrugged while taking a few handfuls of the peanuts Druig was eating and stuffing them in my face.

“She could be killing herself for this plan so she can be sarcastic if she wants,” Druig defended.

I pinched the inside of his thigh for his comment which caused him to yelp out in slight pain.

“Wait,” Kingo spoke. “What if we accidentally end up killing Tiamut? We could be responsible for billions of lives not being created across the universe.”

Annoyance grew within me when everyone began questioning Ikaris what we should do, as if it was his decision to begin with.

“Ajak chose Sersi to lead us, it should be her choice.”

I couldn’t stop the way my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“I think your friends in New York heard you rolling your eyes,” Druig breathed into my ear.

My body shook with chills, feeling the warmth spread to every inch of my body. Everything felt on fire, with him whispering sweet nothings in my ear at the same time his fingers worked out the small stress kinks in my shoulders, thinking no one was paying attention

I was so engrossed in him that I hadn’t even realized Sprite stormed out with Ikaris and Kingo following close behind.

Phastos tried to protest them leaving but no one would listen, everyone deciding to do their own thing. Thena, Makkari and I chatted about the most unimportant things, Druig tuning in every once in a while, but my gaze would always fall on Phastos, who began looking exhausted.

“Hey, you alright?” I asked.

He nodded while pointing to the side of his head. “It’s just a headache.”

I smiled and removed myself from Druig’s grasp, not with a loud protest from him, and motioned for Phastos to sit on the floor, legs crossed.

“I don’t know,” he hesitated. “The last time you did this, I almost fell into a coma.”

With a hard gaze, I forced him to sit down and stood behind him. “That was also like six thousand years ago and I was still learning how to control my powers.”

I closed my eyes, emptying everything in my mind with a few deep breaths, and placed two fingers on each side of Phatsos’ head. Power surged through my veins and a gold cloud encased around us and into my eyes as they snapped open. Phatsos and I were frozen in the middle of the room as I healed his mind, taking away all of his negative thoughts of trying to create the Uni-Mind.

It was a terrible name. We might as well call it the One Mind, but he wasn’t taking any name requests.

The gold streaks dissipated around us, falling into ash on the ground, and I stumbled on my feet a bit, the action taking more energy out of me that I expected.

“Shit, I stand corrected. My mind is so clear right now,” Phastos stated while standing up.

I gave him a weak smile as I took a step forward, a large dizzy spell washed over me and felt my body begin falling towards the ground.

Druig was right there to catch me, arms wrapping protectively around me.

“It’s alright, love. I got ya.”

I screwed my eyes shut in pain, a large headache pounding against my skull.

“What’s wrong?” Thena asked, concerned.

“It’s just a side effect. It’ll pass in a minute,” I informed.

Except it didn't, it only got worse.

A painful scream echoed as I fell to my knees, the pounding turned sharp and it felt as if someone was taking a thousand knives and stabbing my brain.

Druig swiftly lifted me into his arms and began carrying me back to his living quarters of the Domo.

“You’re alright, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

His words fell on deaf ears as the pain became too much to handle and I fell limp in his arms.

#druig #druig x reader #druig and reader #druig x yn #barry keoghan #druig fanfiction #druig and you #druig x you #druig smut #druig angst #druig reader insert #marvel #druig eternals #druig fic #the eternals #eternals #marvel eternals

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kythalassmuttyworkshop · 2 years

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Little Pleasures - Leon

Summary: Who says you can’t have fun at family gatherings?

Characters, Leon x Fem! Champion Reader, (All characters aged up, 18+)

Format: One shot

Rating: R, 18+, Explicit, MINORS DNI!

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Female genitalia, female pronouns, almost getting caught, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy), semi-public, Fingering (F receiving), oral sex (F and M receiving), pet name darling, talk of weddings and pregnancy,

“And then an Entei, just like the one Y/N has, showed up right in front of me!” As I was helping Hop’s mother in the kitchen, I overheard Hop, telling everyone about his latest trip to Johto as a newly appointed Professor. Of course, with me being his best friend, I already heard all about it, with him calling me every night to tell me about his day and the new things he’s discovered.

“Did you catch it?” His grandfather asked.

Hop shook his head sadly, he wanted to catch it, for it to become friends with my Entei, just like our Cinderace and Inteleon were friends.

From the open window in the kitchen, I piped up, “To be fair, I didn’t catch mine either” I said, “I just found him looking for food in my tent and then he decided to stick with me”

“I’m sorry!” We all heard as the former champion; Leon ran through the gate. I smiled, even after all these years, he was still late. Of course, I blame his horrid sense of direction; I would not be surprised if he ended up in another realm just trying to find his way to Hammerlocke, a route he’s taken a thousand times, but still manages to forget.

“Did you get lost again?” His mother asked.

“No, I got off at Wedgehurst and Sonia was there” he said. I couldn’t help but frown, I knew she still had feelings for Leon when the two of us started dating, and she hasn’t been able to look me in the eyes since, and as the current champion, our interactions were necessary. “We got to talking and then I found out that she’s finally seeing someone!” Leon continued.

I perked up. Does that mean we’ll be able to go back to normal?

“Speaking of seeing people, where would I be able to find my lovely girlfriend?” He asked.

I smiled, “In here, Leon!” He turned towards the kitchen, and I waved at him from the window.

“I still can’t believe the two of you are dating” Hop said. Leon said something, which caused Hop to fake gag and then laugh.

It’s been what, 4 years that you two have been dating now?” The Boys’ mom asked as she rolled the dough for the tarts

“4 and a half, yeah”

“Are you two thinking of marriage at all?”

I laughed, “We’ve only lived together for 6 months.”

“So? Their father and I only lived together for 3 before he proposed”

“We’ll see. Right now, with all my champion stuff, the battle tower, and— a wedding might be a little too much” She took out the syrup covered fruit and I had to stop myself from gagging at the sickly-sweet smell.

“There’s my champion” I finally heard Leon walk into the kitchen.

“Technically I’m Galar’s champion” I joked.

“But you’re my girlfriend” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. Placing his chin on my shoulder, he watched as I scooped the fruit into the prepared shells.

“Hey mom, why don’t you go out and have a drink, Y/N and I can finish up in here”

She hesitated, but at my nod, she smiled. She kissed both of us on the cheeks, “If you need any help, call me”

“Alright, so what are we doing?”

“Were you not paying attention?”

“Not really” I replied by booping a bit of whipped cream on his nose. He crossed his eyes to look at it and then tried to lick it off.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh my gosh, you are so cute” I wiped it off on my finger and went to eat it, but instead, he brought my finger to his mouth and licked it off. My eyes went wide, and I swallowed thickly, that shouldn’t have turned me on the way it did… I’m blaming it on my hormones.

“Sweet” He said, leaning down to give me a peck on the lips “Just… like… you” He said between kisses to my cheek, my jaw and finally down my neck.

“Leon, our families are—”

“They’re busy. They won’t care if we take a few minutes to ourselves” as he found a more sensitive spot on my neck, I let out a contented sigh and leaned back against him.

“Good girl” He whispered. I felt his big warm hands sneak under my shirt and going up towards my chest. I let out a quiet moan and I could feel his smile touching my neck.

“Quiet now darling. You don’t them hearing you now, do you?” His breath tickling my ear made me shiver. I shook my head and he hummed in appreciation, his hands finally reaching up and cupping my breasts. I fully leaned back on him and let him massage me.

“You just love me touching these don’t you?” He asked.

“You still can’t say the words boobs or any variation?” I teased.

He squeezed, making me jerk against him, “Stop it, I’m trying to be seductive here. Saying that word will only make me laugh and ruin the mood” He said.

I tried not to laugh, I really did, but a few giggles still managed to escape. Leon used retaliate and his hand shot down to cup my womanhood. I gasped as his fingers brushed my covered clit.

“I warned you” Is all he said before he slid his hand up my skirt, First he just rubbed the slit over my underwear, the fabric quickly absorbed the slickness that I had created, “Look at you, you’re already so wet for me”

“Leon” I whined softly.

“I know, darling, I know” He said and finally reached inside. His fingertips quickly found my clit and he gently moved them in the shape of an 8.

With one hand on my clitoris and the other on my breast, my legs started shaking and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last too long, not after the amount of time we spent apart.

“Leon, not here” I gasped out, grabbing his forearm.

“Come on, just one” He said. I turned to look at his face and he just brought me into a kiss. Little by little, I loosened my grip on his forearm and brought it up to his neck to try and deepen the kiss. He smiled into the kiss, taking that as a go ahead. He brought his fingers down, wetting them before pushing one in. I let out a gasp and he moaned.

“Do you feel how tight you are?” He whispered, thrusting his fingers. I let out a small moan and he softly shushed me, “Quiet darling,”

“Then stop teasing me” I replied.

“So, you’d rather I do this?” He asked and brought his attention back to my clit. My hips jerked in response and his fingers only quickened from there.

“Oh fuck, Leon” I moaned out, trying to keep my voice down.

“That’s right darling.” He praised, “Come for me and I’ll show you a champion time” He said. His quick rubbing gained a touch of roughness and his fingers caught the nerves just right. Within seconds, I jerked, a loud moan ripping itself out of me. Leon quickly covered my mouth with his, swallowing every other moan as he eased me through the orgasm.

“Everything alright in there?” Someone asked from outside.

“Yes mom! Just tasted the fruit!” Leon started, bringing the fingers that were rubbing me into his mouth for a taste, “It’s so good!”

My eyes widened as he did that, “Leon! That’s—”

He rose an eyebrow, “Are you going to be the one to tell my mom that it was you I was tasting and not the fruit?”

I flushed, “No…”

“That’s what I thought” He said. He looked out and then back at me, “Looks like we have enough time before food’s ready. Wanna go upstairs?” He asked. I nodded so he grabbed my hand, leading me up to his bedroom.

“Can you believe it’s already been 4 years since you took my virginity in this room?” I asked as soon as he closed the door behind us.

“And what a wonderful night that was” He smiled fondly, probably reliving that night in his mind, “Does Hop still think you went for a walk that night?”

“No, as soon as we made it public, he put the pieces together. He refuses to even to come in here anymore” I said.

Leon, not expecting that answer, let out a snort, “Oh Arceus, he’s so innocent. I love him”

It was my turn to laugh, “He’s anything but innocent”

“Wait, He’s already slept with someone?” He asked.

“He did, but I’m not allowed to tell, Best Friend’s honor”

“It was Marnie wasn’t it?” He asked. I shook my head with a frown. Marnie was way too deep in her one-sided crush on Bea.

“Enough about Hop getting laid, I thought I was the one getting laid” I tried changing the subject and if Leon’s dilating pupils were anything to go by, it worked.

“You’re completely right” He said. The next sound in the room was a squeal as he picked me up, throwing me on the bed. I let out a small giggle and watched him unclip his cape. He dropped it on the ground before reaching for the hem of his shirt.

“Do I get a show?” I teased.

He smiled and with a wink, took off his shirt. I couldn’t help but bite my lip. All that training really does pay off. I almost had to check my mouth for drool. But then he just started doing the running man. I had to start laughing.

“You big dork, just come here”

It took two more tries before he finally stopped his horrible dancing and actually got into the bed, “You always look stunning” He said looking down at me.

“Stop being such a dork and come fuck me”

“With pleasure” He said. He repositioned himself near my lower half and pushed my skirt up. He looked up at me and with my permission, he dove in.

I moaned as his tongue reached my clit and I instantly grabbed the sheets as I arched my back, lifting my hips off the bed. He forcefully pushed my hips back down and lapped up at my folds like a man starved. I bit down on my arm as I tried not to moan too loud. My other hand was tangled into his hair, tugging at it every once in a while, but as much as I loved it, that’s not what I needed right now.

"Please Leon I need you. Please stop teasing!" I begged. I wasn't above begging right now. Not when I'm this desperate.

"What do you want babe?" He said, thrusting his fingers in and out of me at a quicker pace.

"I want you to fuck me. Ruin me. Please Lee!" I exclaimed. He pulled his fingers out of me and I gave a small whine at the emptiness. I watched lustfully as he dropped his bottoms, and his dick arose to its full length.

My mouth watered at the sight.

He crawled back on the bed and pulled me to him. He grabbed one of my hands and pinned it beside my head, intertwining our fingers while the other hand placed his length at my entrance. My hips trying to move towards him. He seemed to understand the desperation and he pushed in. I cried in pleasure and relief at the same time; the stretch was euphoric. He stayed for a moment before he started to move.

“Lee!” I moaned softly.

“Quiet Darling, you don’t want them to hear you, do you?” He gestured to the open window. I could faintly hear the chatter and the cooking that was happening outside. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold in my sounds for too much longer, so I grabbed the first thing I could…

It just so happened to be a pillow. Not my first choice as a muffler, but it was going to have to do. As his thrusts gained both speed and strength, I bit down on the pillow.

"Leon!" I moaned into the pillow as he started rubbing my clit. I could feel my orgasm coming quickly and he could too. He slowed down and grabbed my other hand, pinning it over my head just like the other one.

With the lack of stimulation, the edge of orgasm disappeared.

“Not yet, Darling,” Once he was sure I wasn’t going to finish too quickly, he resumed rhythm. The pleasure was slowly taking over my brain, it was hard to concentrate on anything else. He found my sensitive spot and started thrusting against it at full force.

My muffled moans turned into muffled pleas and they were about to become a muffled scream. I was so close. All I needed was a little push. I could feel that Leon was close too.

"Do it Leon!" I moaned out helplessly, “Make me cum.”

His focus went back to my clit, but this time, the thrusting and the rubbing, my orgasm hit me full force. My walls fluttered against his member and he let out a shuttered breath.

His thrusts got erratic before he stilled, emptying himself, He then collapsed against me and after a few minutes, he rolled off. He was panting, and he had his eyes closed.

I bit my lip as an idea crossed my mind. I crawled over him. I grabbed his member and started stroking it. He groaned, opening his eyes. Tentatively, I leaned forward and brought the tip into my mouth. I did taste a mix of myself and him, but it didn’t bother me, I was more focused on his low moans.

“Dear Arceus, that’s good,” He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled. I did what I could. I made sure all parts we touched with different techniques, kiss, suck or lick. When his legs started shaking, I pulled away from him but kept slowly stroking him.

“Always got something for me huh?” I asked cheekily. He was about to burst. I moved my hand to the base and sucked the tip into my mouth again. He moaned my name as he shot his load and I swallowed what I could. I sat up and stroked him a few more times, letting him slowly come down from his high. I got out of the bed, wincing at the slight pain in my hips.

“We should probably go back soon, or else they’ll start questioning us,” I said. I leaned down, ignoring the whistle and threw him his clothes before grabbing mine.

“Yeah” He sighed, and looked out the window, “I think Charizard is getting a little restless”

“Food’s ready!” We heard his mom call out.

“Just on time” Leon said. He quickly got dressed.

“Go on, I’ll be there soon. Save me a seat” I said. With one last kiss, he was out of the room and I was left with a pleasurable ache. I quickly got dressed and walked over to his dresser. I opened the sock drawer and grabbed the plastic bag with the pregnancy test with the little plus staring at me.

Now there was only one thing to do. Tell everyone the good news.

#champion leon #pokemon smut #anime smut #videogame smut

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years

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ALPHA HYBRID!JONGIN X YOU

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, breeding, claiming. Both characters are of legal age in this. This does not represent Kim Jongin nor anyone affiliated in any way and is purely a work of fiction. Browse at your own risk, you've been warned.

Request: Your mate Alpha Jongin claims you on a full moon against your will.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the eldest son of the Kims, Jongin, before she sipped on her drink and walked to the other side of the hall where the party was being held. She was only here because her mom forced her to do so, saying the whole family was invited and it'd be rude. The annoyed girl was standing in one of the many big balls of his mansion. And Jongin was so damn cocky, arrogant, proud and fucking smug.

The Kims were an elite wolf hybrid family and Jongin's father was the current mayor of the city. Humans and wolf hybrids coexisted throughout the whole world with almost all the hybrids being elite, the specie almost a class of its own. Currently, Jongin was showing off some project he was working on for the city whilst literally eye fucking Y/n who was the daughter of his father's human bestfriend.

She wondered what girl would fall for him. He was way too fucking over confident in himself and his abilities. The man carried himself like he was above everyone else around him and probably thought that too. How could anyone like him? Ugh. He was too much to bear with.

"You seemed bored during my speech." Y/n broke out of her trance, jumping a bit when she heard the familiar deep voice behind her. Rolling her eyes she stood up straight now as she was leaning against the railing of one of the many balconies of the mansion, staring at the full moon. "Tsk… isn't this kind of weather cold for you humans? What if you get sick, you foolish little girl…" Before his warm coat was draped over her naked shoulders.

Clenching her fist, the girl turned around to glare up at him. "I am 20! I am not litt-" she stopped abruptly when she came in face to chest contact with the taller, gulping at how he was staring down at her. "J- Jongin…" She whispered, throat dry.

"Hm…?" He casually sounded like he didn't have her trapped against the railing like that. Looking down at her soft curly locks, he softly pushed them out of her pretty face, tucking the strands behind her ear. "Better now that I can see that beautiful face fully."

Y/n felt her legs trembling. She had never been this close to another man let alone Kim fucking Jongin! "Y- Your eyes… t- they're… r- red…" The girl had always found the fact that they could shift into literal wolves terrifying, that was also one of the many reasons she avoided interacting with hybrids as much as she could.

"They are?" Putting his hands on the railing on the Y/n's either sides, the man leaned down and levelled their gazes, staring down at her calmly. He liked how her cheeks were red and pupils shook with fear. Good. "It's a full moon after all. They get like this on such nights. But don't worry, doll. I won't hurt you. I've trained plenty to keep Kai under control. He doesn't bite" before he grinned, his own words contradicting his body because his teeth looked sharper and longer.

"O- Oh alright… I- I'll go then~" shrugging his coat off, the girl tried to escape but oh no.

"Did you think about what I said, little one?" His bigger hand grasped her smaller one before he pulled her right back into him. "My confession… the other day." Jongin raised an eyebrow and spoke before she would try to play dumb. "You're my mate, baby. I need you on these nights… But you're always so busy running away from your Alpha… your mate… your guardian…" His voice was sickeningly low and sweet, plump lips grazing against her cheek. "Your protector and owner."

Angered from his last words, the girl furrowed her eyebrows and glared up at him. "I- I can protect myself just f- fine! Thank you! N- Now let me g- go! I already told you I like someone else! Y- You're a hybrid! I am human! Do you really think I am t- that stupid?! NO. We can't be mates! We are different species!"

The male sighed and shook his head. "Not when you stutter like that. Tsk. You just have to make it so much harder and complicated than it actually is, right? Little brats like you just won't learn until they're taught. And luckily your Alpha is here to teach you all that you need to learn."

Usually, he'd be able to keep his wolf under control much more as well as his anger. But the moon shining so bright right in his face was not helping. And then this little girl right here, huffing so adorably in her top cut low dress was looking so damn beautiful. Her constant denial wasn't helping.

"Thinking your Alpha is a liar…" Throwing her over his shoulder, he smacked her ass. "Tsk. You deserve to be punished harshly for that, my little human" before another smack landed on her ass as the man entered his bedroom, locking the door before he threw her struggling form on the bed.

"L- LET ME GO! Y- YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Before she tried to take her heels off to hit him with that, making him throw his head back and laugh loudly.

"What a pathetic little mate I have!" Smacking her hands out of the way, the man ripped her shoes off before ripping her dress from the bottom all the way up to the top, causing her to squeak and try to hide herself. "Fuck! You're so beautiful, my little mate!" Catching her kick mid-air, the man crawled on top of her and smacked her lips softly before kissing her. "Trying to hurt your Alpha? Bad baby."

Y/n was constantly running her mouth while crying but the Alpha turned a deaf ear to it. "Just give into the way of the moons, my pretty one, you'll be so much better." Trapping her hands that she was continuously hitting him with above her head, the male started kissing her face all over, tasting her tears and getting hard on them. "So good…" Before Jongin pulled her underwear down and gagged her mouth with it, the girl's screams were muffled now.

"You're so pretty with your mouth stuffed by your underwear, baby." Holding her hands tightly in a bruising grip, the hybrid unzipped his pants, holding her thighs open with his knees before his fingers started to rub against her pussy lips, pushing them open and now playing with her folds, making her sensitive body jump up in his chest from the sudden stimulation, her slit leaking.

Jongin chuckled. "You tell me no but your body can't deny me, huh? Seems like it is much more obedient than this dumb little girl here, tsk." Y/n whined and tried kicking her legs when he pinched her pussy lips painfully. "Look at this wet cunt, tsk!" Before he smacked her folds, causing the girl to scream in pain, his cock standing up painfully hard. "You want another man?!" His fingers turned into half claws, voice getting animalistic. "Well too bad the only man that's going to be fucking you and having you is me!"

Y/n's head was pounding. She hated how good and wet she felt. Her entrance was clenching needily, wanting just any object to push in her right now. Even if it was a marker like she had back home. Of course she was naughty. The girl was 20 after all!

"Fuck baby I need you now~" before the Alpha pushed in her unprepared pussy. No marker or even toy would have prepared for this. Jongin's knot was fucking huge! The human's eyes widened and mouth fell open, her body jerking when he instantly hit her g-spot, not being able to hold back especially because of the full moon and going berserk, thrusting his whole thick knot in and out of her, snapping his fists rapidly.

"You like this baby?! You're inviting me further and further in like you love it!" Pinching her nipples, the man started to suck and bite at her tits, sucking wherever his lips touched and covering her in hickies. "Fuck baby! You're so fucking warm and tight!" He loved the smell of her purity coating his cock, balls upping in without any effort.

"You deny me like that but your body says yes. You're mine after all! And I'll rightfully fucking claim you as such!" Y/n felt her body submit more and more, eyes falling shut as she tried to breathe through her nose because her whole underwear was stuffed in her mouth.

"Tsk… you're blushing in pleasure… look at this naughty fucking girl!" Before he kissed her lips harshly, biting at them before he guided his hand back to her pussy, rubbing at her clit with his thumb while going faster and faster, licking at her dripping sweat. "You like it, Princess?! You like being forced to lay under your Alpha?! Tsk. I should have known! Little girls like you end up being the most desperate whores!"

Letting go of her hands, the man grabbed her jaw and moved her face, licking at the marking point, the junction between her shoulder and neck before he bit down hard, drawing blood out while she screamed and started to squirt, feeling her pussy spasm as her hands gripped his shoulders, shaking.

"I am going to fill your adorable little tummy with my pups. You'd like that, won't you, baby?" Jongin licked at the fresh claim mark on her skin, starting to fill her with his cum before hitting it up her g-spot repeatedly, Y/n's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she gripped his shoulders, trembling under him.

"Tell me how you feel, my pretty human…" The hybrid male husked before he pulled the underwear out of her mouth and kissed her passionately. His hands groped her perfect skin as he stopped thrusting, still letting his cock rest in her, balls deep.

"A- Alpha… Alpha please f- fill my tummy…" She finally submitted, sobbing. "I- I am sorry…" He was right. She could feel it now after being touched and claimed like this. "Y- You were r- right… I- I can feel it… I only w- want you… P- Please fill my tummy with your puppies…" Jongin smiled and kissed her tears.

"Good girl."

This is a pretty old request I found laying around along some others. I don't even have the actual request anymore so I made up a summary of the events that unfold.

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wazzupmrstark · 3 years

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instead of you [part seventeen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol +sex

word count: 1.5k

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The flight from Naples to Tokyo took fourteen hours, not including the two and a half hour layover in Istanbul, meaning you had sixteen and a half hours to sit in awkward tension-filled silence next to Sam. The tension was one-sided, of course, but it was still agonizing to endure.

You had been able to push your anxiety aside during your last day in Italy because it had been so busy. There had been a power outage in the middle of the night, causing everyone to oversleep and miss the ferry for one of your tours that morning. It had been a scramble to get back on schedule and do as much as possible with the time you had left. The boys had been hungover and their parents were tired of wrangling them. You had dozens of photos on your camera roll of Sam and Harry bickering when they were supposed to be posing for a nice picture, and even more of Tom flicking them off.

But now you were stuck alone with your thoughts, unable to use distraction as a means to escape. You tried reading your book, but found yourself unable to concentrate on the words on the page. After staring at the same paragraph for over fifteen minutes Sam noticed and asked if you were okay and you finally decided to call it quits.

You almost wished the Hollands hadn’t scheduled in a day and a half to adjust to the time zone change. You’d rather exhaust yourself with the nonstop tourist bullshit than have to cope with the reality that you had gotten off to thoughts about your best friend’s brother. Not to mention living with the secret that the same best friend’s brother had kissed you not long before that.

If Sam noticed anything was off, he didn’t mention it. He probably chalked it up to lack of sleep, or perhaps was too tired himself to care.

“Which one of us do you think will be randomly selected in customs today?” Harry asked, stretching his arms above his head.

You were standing in the aisle waiting to deplane, placing bets on who’d get searched by border agents this time. Somehow each time you traveled to a new place one of you was always chosen to get pat down or have your carry-on searched. Tom had yet to be the lucky winner, and you suspected it had something to do with his celebrity status.

“Y/n,” Tom answered easily. “She has the U.S. passport.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like England has a squeaky clean record with Japan.”

“At least we didn’t-”

“Bro, you can’t say the b word on a plane,” Harry interrupted.

“Even when the plane’s on the ground?”

Sam shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Whatever,” Tom continued. “It’s definitely going to be y/n.”

“Would you mind stepping out of line, ma’am?”

You sighed, not even bothering to look back at the boys. You already knew they were grinning like idiots and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. The agent ushered you to the side behind a glass partition, but not before you heard another agent repeat the same question to one of the Hollands. You smiled to yourself, happy not to be the only one singled out.

Behind the privacy screen another agent greeted you and asked you to take your sweatshirt off, explaining that it was too baggy and needed to be checked. You saw other people in baggy clothes who weren’t getting pulled out of line, but assumed they didn’t have the red flag of “U.S. Citizen” printed on their identification that would be cause for any additional suspicion. You complied with the agent’s request and pulled your sweatshirt off for them to further inspect.

You were glad you’d worn a sports bra underneath your sweatshirt because you usually didn’t wear anything underneath them. As soon as your head was out of the pullover you immediately met by Tom’s polite smile.

He averted his eyes as soon as he saw you, pausing his conversation with the official to mumble a quiet ‘sorry’ to you as he was shown to the spot next to yours.

You zoned out as they spoke, only aware of him again when he started unbuckling his belt. You caught his eye this time.

“Forgot to take it off,” he explained.

“Sweatshirt’s too loose.”

You both faced forward as the customs officials proceeded through the motions. You were stuck standing there half-naked with your arms wrapped around your chest self-consciously while an agent pat Tom’s legs down.

“Dad said we can meet them at baggage claim,” Tom said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. “They went on without us.”

“Okay,” you squeaked back in response.

You knew it wouldn’t take long, but it still made you nervous to be alone with Tom. Sam was like a safety blanket, or a buffer between you and him and without him you were afraid it would be painfully awkward.

The woman handed you your sweatshirt back and you had to wait for Tom outside of the screening area. He joined you a minute or so later.

“They find any dirt on you?” you asked from where you were leaning against the wall across from the exit.

“Nope, you?”

“Yeah, actually I’m in custody right now. Can’t believe you missed the handcuffs.”

“Man, what’d they get you for?”

“Identity theft,” you sighed.

“Damn, that’s a bummer,” Tom replied, false sympathy rolling off his words.

He cocked his head in the direction the rest of his family had went, indicating that you should get going, and held out a hand to pull you upright. You took it hesitantly and let him help you.

“I was actually hoping you could bail me out?” you went on, continuing with the bit.

Tom made a sound through his teeth and grimaced. “I’m kinda broke right now.”

“Aren’t you an actor?”

“Sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else.”

“No, you’re definitely the guy!”

“You’re thinking of Tom Hiddleston,” he insisted.

“Remember that IOU you gave me? I’m cashing it in now.”

“That’s not how it works!”

You laughed. “No, but if I ever actually get arrested I’m using my IOU to get you to bail me out of jail.”

“I don’t think that a kiss and getting bailed out of prison are comparable, but I didn’t put any conditions on that postcard, did I?”

“Nope!” You smiled happily.

“Well that’s on me, so...”

You took the shuttle together to the other side of the airport where the rest of the Hollands were waiting and finally found them with all of your luggage at the furthest carousel from the entrance.

“It’s about time!” Harry yelled over the crowd as soon as he saw you.

Sam grinned when he saw you and you couldn’t help but grin back. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively and you relaxed into his shoulder, relieved to be with him again. It hadn’t dawned on you until that moment just how attached you were, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the other Hollands were all looking at you expectantly.

“Did everything go okay?” Nikki asked.

Tom nodded. “They made y/n strip, but it was uneventful otherwise.”

You pursed your lips, cheeks burning. “It was just my sweatshirt!” you hissed to Sam.

“Yeah, but you never wear anything under your sweatshirts!” Sam hissed back.

“I had a bra on this time.”

“Oh, so it was just another night at the bar for you?” You wrestled yourself out of Sam’s grasp at that and glared. “Am I wrong?”

Sam’s dad cut in before you could respond. He had a habit of calling “family meetings” in the middle of public spaces to finalize plans and get everybody on the same page, which was always an experience.

“Alright, gather up, gang!” he said, beckoning you all closer. “So we’ll be staying at... this hotel,” he explained and turned his phone around to show you the name of it. “And the thing is, we have two rooms to share between the six of us. One for your mother and I, and another for you four.”

“What?” Sam asked. “You’re going to make us stay with them?”

“I thought we were getting three rooms like every other time,” Tom chimed in.

“We were meant to, but I made a mistake when booking it,” Dom clarified.

“How?”

“The entire website was in Japanese, Sam. I don’t know Japanese!”

“Dad, Google has a translate webpage option!” Harry groaned.

“Well no one told me that while I was booking this entire trip by myself!”

You traded a look with Tom, who looked just as panicked as you felt. But it would only be for a week. You would find a way to manage. You didn’t really have any other option.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Sam tried, forcing a smile.

“That’s the spirit!” Dom cheered. “We’ll make it work.”

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Sorry if this is random; I’m curious! How would you rank Rick’s portrayal of the Olympian gods, from least to most accurate?

Mine would go Poseidon, Ares, Zeus, Apollo, Demeter, Artemis, Aphrodite, Athena, Dionysus, Hermes, Hephaestus, Hera.

Okay... hmm... this is gonna be rough cause wow it's complicated cause Rick fucked up all of them really and I'm gonna have to basically measure it- but uh-

Least Accurate

Dionysus: Dionysus of the myths is legitimately a force of nature and chaos and he is remarkably good looking (emphasized several times in the myths). The best I can give him is that his Dionysus is depressed, that's literally his only shield on this matter.

Zeus: oh boy- okay so this is a thing like yeah Zeus does some shit in the myths but Rick is like- not looking at context. Does he get with a lot of women? Yeah. Do the myths use the word r*pe for it? Yes. Do you know what that word meant at the time? Cause let me tell you, it's not the same it means now. It means either to take the person (physically move them elsewhere) or to be with them without the permission of the father. Zeus def got with some without consent but it is not nearly to the level people like to claim. And on top of that, people keep saying he's horrible, Rick included. Zeus is the God of Justice and he is not bad at that. He has many notable instances in the myths of being a fair judge, of ceding his own vote to be sure as the judge he doesn't make it unfair (like say, the Poseidon and Athena myth which implies he would've voted in Poseidon's favor). That's not even getting into his position as the God of hospitality (there's a reason people respect hospitality laws) or a God of the home. Just- Zeus is so much more than what Rick showed but Rick, like many others, didn't bother to look beyond the most basic beliefs of the myths. (oops that's long)

Apollo: Maybe one would consider this unreasonable, but the amount of myths he twisted or even made up brings Apollo to a very inaccurate standard.

Ares: Ares is treated as an abusive father and frankly not the smartest. The real Ares is one of the BEST dads in the myths imo. And he is a God of War, not the strategy but he has the instincts, he is the strength of will, the courage and the fear rolled up in one.

Hera: ... okay she- okay people don't understand her stuff and I wrote a thing on her before (HERE) tho that covers a specific myth but like- she is the Goddess of FAMILY. She would never have treated Nico like that. She would never have treated the family like that. She would have issues with Zeus' kids, but mythologically they only really suffered from her when Zeus shoved them in front of her. She stood against several of his kids yeah, but her active harm is most evident with Herakles and Dionysus specifically, and my post does cover that. So like- the hate shown? It would not be nearly that level. Her greatest grievance was always with the women who got with Zeus. She loves her family, she loves her people, she is a loving Goddess.

Poseidon: I've spoken of it before but I DO give credit for him being a family man and willing to go to extremes, he's just... way too chill. Like so way too chill.

Demeter: Okay with Rick I almost give him a pass for his messed up portrayal of Demeter if only because literally everyone does it. People lack a fundamental understanding of Demeter, of her love of her daughter which is returned equally. He makes her overbearing and obsessed with... cereal of all things. It's a mess, but she isn't present enough for me to really get on his case for her.

Aphrodite: He got her being a force of love fairly right but messed up a lot on how she cares for it, how she is a force of war, blood lust and sexual lust both. She is not soft and gentle, love has started and ended wars and she is that force.

Athena: for all Athena gets a lot of attention she wasn't actually... present much. But from what we do see? Her just having kids is horrifically inaccurate. But she does guide the children and give them gifts (seen via Annabeth). The weird stuff with her and Minerva is horribly inaccurate and if Minerva was on the table for this it would put Athena and Minerva at the Least Accurate without a doubt. But she's a strategist, if a bit... colder than one would expect. And she aided on quests.

Artemis: she gets fairly accurate because while he definitely got parts wrong (like her hunters and stuff) she is a warrior, she is protective, she is a shield for the young. So the man hating stuff is... not as bad as some of the others got.

Hephaestus: ehhhhh, he's... okay he's a loner so kudos on that, and awkward with people sure, but like- he does care for his family. And he forgave Hera ages ago, there's a whole part of a myth on it. He is good with machines tho, and otherwise doesn't really get attention so... okay.

Hermes: he's pretty chill, and cares for his kids and stuff. Not the worst? Honestly, he doesn't get a huge amount of attention in manners I can really judge. He's polite, helpful, and gives aid. And he cares for his kids a lot and watched over them. Not bad.

Most Accurate

Yeah... okay that seems roughly the order... some of these are more overlapping on it than others cause it's hard to rank this but- hope that works.

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televisionboy · 3 years

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this gif is everything skdjdjfn and this is my first alphabet! so give me love and constructive criticism.

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Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. He’s quite a domestic person.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever you’re reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and you’re at one end of the couch and he’s at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He doesn’t talk, at all. He’s an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He would love a family with you, he knows you’d be an incredible parent to his children. But he’s content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, he’d like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course there’s a pool in the back.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

well, when he’s in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but he’s in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesn’t want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He gets cold when he’s fighting with you. Timothee’s a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and won’t stop until he see’s a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. He’s very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, they’re yours (it doesn’t matter that they’re pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason he’s so successful in acting. Even if it’s something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldn’t keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if you’re not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows you’re waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesn’t want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But there’s a part of him that’s incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. You’ll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He knows he’s a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasn’t driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said “love you” but never “i’m in love with you”

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like “I got it 3 weeks into dating”? That’s Timmy.

He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the credit’s are rolling, it says “y/n will you marry me?” and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Babe” “Baby” “Mon cherie” When you two are married, he’ll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you “Mrs Chalamet” before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. It’s just incredibly domestic

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until he’s sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, he’ll continue)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesn’t mean he won’t hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. It’s almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when you’re having a bad day or upset. He just knows. It’s incredible. He’ll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but it’s a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but it’s not overwhelming. There’s no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade “restaurant” with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but it’s the best thing you could have ever come home to

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, he’s the one clapping the loudest and crying the most.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. He’s energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He know’s you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows you’ll watch over and over again.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

He’d go insane without you. You’re addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40′s, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He’s like the real version of “JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD” but a little more loving lol “I love you, but I’m willing to defend my fries”

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I said that he’s like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and he’s a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he can’t function without you. You’re his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. He’s fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and you’re not there, he’s unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’d travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesn’t want to close his eyes at night because there’s so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, it’s all you, you, you, you, you and how much he’s overwhelmed with total adoration for you

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 3 years

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Can u do the monster trio/kidd and law with a Latin y/n

A/N: Hello dear :) Just as a reminder up to 4 characters on a request. I will do 5 this one time only if not I will remove a character. the next time. Me being a Latina I can be a bit feisty in my own ways. There is different traditions in the Latin community along with different dialect and languages this request the language being spoken by the reader is Spanish. Everyone is raised differently too keep that in mind. I tried to make this one fun as possible. Anyways I hope you enjoy 😘

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law and Kidd w/ a Latin reader

Luffy

-Both of you together two big personalities equals a good time. Luffy loves that you know how to cook your native home dishes and you tend to over make food as well Luffy will make sure it wont go to waste.

-He loves hearing about the different folklore creatures like El Chupacabra. Luffy would imagine the creature in his own mind and him wanting to eat it "sounds tasty." When you go more into the stories of like La Llorona he gets so into the story. He loves how you go into detail sometime being a bit more dramatic when saying the story.

-When he meets your family he fits right in as he very sociable with them. Your grandmother constantly filling up his plate with more food as she would love to see him eat her cooking. Compliments likes crazy "Thanks grandma." he would say waring her heart.

-There are times when he needs to act serious and he doesn't as well all know. You would get upset because he is not listening to anyones reasoning you are quick and always have direct aim as you threw your chancla at him to get his attention.

-He would get lost in a conversation if you are speaking to someone always asking "what did you say?What did they say?" constantly be wants to join in and you would translate for him as well.

Sanji

- Being in a relationship with Sanji to better explain it like a telenovela romance just the romance parts minus the drama. This man was head over heels for you.

-Sanji when he know certain holidays coming up he will make a big feast for you and the rest of the crew. He would want to know more of your family traditions and since he know it is important to you.

-When he sees you dressed up in your cultural attire he is struck by cupids arrow. He is lost in his own words you took his breath away.

-The way you pronounced words or calling him "Mi Amando" would come off you tongue his soul would leave his body.

-Date night with this sweet man would take you out dancing ,he is a very good dancer he would show off his skills. Giving you this Suavecito look then he would say "Te quiero con todo mi corazón"

-your eyes will shoot open as his pronunciation is perfect.

Zoro

-Before he leaves on a mission you would give him a blessing literally stopping from him before he exited off the ship. Him not being a very religious person he will let you do it for him he will consider it more of a good luck charm as he departures off the ship.

-When he is feeling off you can totally sense it prompting you to tell him to wear the evil eye for protection. "I'm not wearing that" he said.

-"Por qué no" you would place you hands on your hip. Zoro knows that phrase too well from you as you would use it often on him . It just opened a new can of worms from him as you go on why it is important to wear. Then you start explaining it to him in Spanish then he gets lost.

-He will finally give in and say "fine I'll wear it!"

-When you both are drinking and you have a bit too much you will do a grito. This would cause his to deep chuckle "for someone so small you do have a powerful voice"

Law

-Dating Law he enjoys you speaking to him in spanish. He pays very close attention how you roll your r's he loves your lips your words flow so smoothly. How you speak almost a bit flirtly of course you don't mean it like that it how you speak it (the tone).

-A holiday he was got into was Día de Muertos. The marigolds place everywhere. Pictures of your passed love ones displayed . Law does keep a picture of Corazon and he also does put him on display. He not the type to party or dance he wont dance with you but will see you enjoy dancing with Bepo and the rest of the crew. You brought this whole new life in his world.

-When someone is not feeling well like a cold or anything you will got into the cabinet he knew exactly what you were getting. He gives you the most straight face as bust out the Vicks vapor rub. "Vicks doesn't cure everything." he will say to you.

-"then you tell that to my abuela when you meet her." you respond with a bit of sass mumbling underneath your breath.

Kidd

-Another two people with two big personalities. Oh lord how did this happen you say. You had spunk and his fiery attitude that Kidd couldn't resist. He like a bit of a challenge...so he thought.

-He likes you are outspoken and not afraid to speak your mind. One thing you do bump heads on is who is right on certain subjects. He wants it one way and you want it the other. OH LORD Kidd does like getting you a bit riled up because he knows it will end in rough passion sex.

-New Years day is very important to you. You have your 12 grape as you eat them right before midnight he would look at you oddly as you pass him 12 as well "the hell am I supposed to do with these now?"

-"eat them 12 grapes it will bring you happiness for the next twelve months. if you eat them I will show you what's I have under these clothes after 12" wiggle your brow as you were crunching on the grapes.

-the sinful grin on his face shoving the grapes in his mouth. "the color red looked good on you anyways." he remembered the red undies you put on earlier.

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Stubborn - Alex Morgan x Reader

So this combined a couple prompts and I changed a few things.

Reader is an agent and is working on a long, difficult case. Alex is her wife and isn’t happy about how much she isn’t around. Ashlyn and Ali are essentially R’s family. When R get’s hurt she doesn’t tell anyone and sends everyone into a worry tailspin.

“How many times do we have to have this fight Y/N?” Alex asked her wife, frustration not even contained at this point.

“I don’t know Alex; how many times are you going to start this fight?” Y/N sighed, exasperated while she moved around the house gathering her badge and gun for work.

“I’m not bringing anything up! It’s the same thing every time, your phone is more important than Charlie and me. Work calls and you’re gone! When was the last time you came to one of Charlie soccer practices? One of my games? Family supper? When have you even seen Ash?” Alex listed off, counting off on her fingers as she went, anger rising the more she thought of the things Y/N missed.

Y/N paused at the door, looking rightfully scorned, “I know Al, I want to be here,” her phone beginning to ring in her hand, causing her to pause and look at it, she silenced before looking up, “I’ve-“

Alex cut her off before she could say anything else, “you’ve got to go, I know the drill by now Y/N,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes, “but don’t bother being quiet when you come home, because you’re not coming home.”

Y/N silenced her phone as it rang again, looking between the device and Alex, “Al-“

“Figure it out Y/N, there’s always another case, but there isn’t another me or Charlie.”

Y/N looked back down at her phone still ringing in her hand.

“Go Y/N,” Alex gestured the door, her voice exhausted, shaking her head she walked away.

“Fuck,” Y/N grunted out as her phone rang again. She looked back in the house, hoping to get one more glance at Alex before leaving. Not succeeding, she answered her phone as she walked out the house.

“Hey Al, have you talked to Y/N today?” Ashlyn approached Alex the next day while they stretched after practice.

“Nope,” Alex scoffed, the ‘p’ popping at the end, her voice was almost indifferent about it.

“She said she would come see Sloane after practice, but I haven’t heard from her today, neither has Ali,” Ashlyn fell in step while they did a lap around.

“Of course, she did,” she rolled her eye, not surprised that Y/N didn’t show up or contact anyone, “you’re not saying anything I don’t already know Ash. Says she’ll be somewhere, isn’t. Says she’ll call, doesn’t. It’s been this way for the last month.”

“Everything good between you guys?”

“What do you think Ash?” Alex snapped, and whipped her head around, “you can’t even get her to call you back, you think I get anything better?”

“I’m sorry Al, I didn’t mean to bring anything up,” Ashlyn tried to sooth, rubbing her hands up and down the brunette’s arms, “I just wanted to check in.”

“I told Y/N not to come home last night,” Alex said softly, picking at the grass, “we were getting ready to make supper and she got called into work again. She doesn’t even think about me or Charlie, just answers and goes to work.”

“Alex,” the keeper started, sympathetic as she watched the brunette fidget with the grass, “I don’t know what to say. She’s been really distant with us too, but it sounds like this case has been taking lots out of her.”

“At least she talks to you,” she said sadly, “even when she is home, she always says she doesn’t want to talk about work, or she comes home so late I’m already asleep and then is gone when I wake up.”

“She doesn’t say much to me either, but she mentioned the case she’s on right now is pretty rough. I don’t know anything else though, she changed the subject pretty quick,” Ashlyn tried to reassure her.

Ali approached the pair, Sloane in her arms while Charlie walked along side holding Ali’s free hand. Charlie pulled her hand from Ali’s hand and began running over when she saw her mom.

Alex couldn’t help the smile on her face when she saw her daughter, “hey sweetie,” she caught Charlie as she stood up, hugging her close to her chest.

“Hey guys,” Ali smiled, handing Sloane to Ashlyn, “do you guys want to come to supper tonight? We haven’t heard from Y/N today.”

Alex let out a sigh, looking at Charlie who just smiled up, “Charlie and I would love to come for supper, thanks Ali.”

“No Y/N?” the defender tilted her head, confused.

Ashlyn shook her head behind Alex, mouthing no.

“Uhh no, sorry, it will just be the two of us,” Alex shook her head, refusing to look up, keeping her eyes on Charlie, forcing herself to keep a smile on her face. She refused to explain further with both children around, not really wanting to talk about it at all.

“Don’t worry about it, Alex,” Ali rubbed a hand up and down her back, “you and Charlie are more than welcome. Maybe you can talk about what is clearly bothering you,” she nudged her, trying to get a smile from the girl.

“Not now Ali,” Alex bounced Charlie on her hip, smile dipping slightly.

“Ali, drop it,” Ashlyn cut of anything Ali was about to say. Ali nodded, watching Alex tickle Charlie, trying to distract herself from the potential interrogation.

Alex was disappointed when she got to the change room and still didn’t have any texts or missed calls from Y/N. She sighed before tossing her phone into the locker, getting ready while Charlie played with a few other players. She assumed she would have at least heard from her wife by now, not that she had reached out either. She had been the one that told her wife not to come home the night before, Y/N was probably trying to give her space.

The forward sat down and watched her daughter wander between players, each one giving her a smile and taking the time to play with her before Charlie would lose interest and move to a new player. She smiled sadly to herself, she wanted her family back, wanted to watch Y/N be the one playing with Y/N, wanted to see Y/N be the one to make Charlie giggle while she tickled her. But this where they are now. Y/N’s working more than she’s home, Alex was the one that told her not to come home.

Alex sighed again before pulling her phone back out, she tapped it against her thigh before pulling up her messages to text Y/N.

Alex: I’m sorry about last night, I never should have told you not to come home. Please come home tonight, be safe. I love you

She bounced her leg up and down waiting for a response.

Y/N: No, I’m sorry Alex, I’ll be better. Once this case is done, I promise I’ll be better.

Y/N: I’ll be home tonight. I love you too Alex.

The brunette felt a little better than before. At least she knew her wife was alright for the time being.

Y/N actually made it home that evening, late of course, after Charlie was in bed, but was home at least.

“Hey Al,” Y/N crept into the kitchen while Alex finished cleaning up, awkwardly placing a kiss on the forward cheek.

“Hey,” Alex replied, sighing, she tossed a dish towel onto the counter.

“How was your day?” Y/N asked, picking up the towel and taking over cleaning the kitchen for Alex.

Alex huffed and walked to sit at the kitchen island, “good.”

Y/N nodded, giving the brunette a small smile, “that’s good, did Charlie have fun at practice?”

“Yupp,” the brunette kept giving her short answers.

The agent nodded again, biting her lip, “how were Ash and Ali? Sloane?”

“Yupp, they’re all good too Y/N, even had supper with them.” Alex clenched her jaw, trying not to restart the fight from last night, her mind circling back to what Ashlyn said at the field how the case Y/N was on was rough. She wanted to be there and support her wife if she was struggling, but she couldn’t get over her anger at how often her and Charlie were put second for the last month.

Y/N fidgeted with the towel before she folded it and set it on the counter, “umm I’m going to head to bed,” she paused in the doorway, furrowing her eyebrows, she looked at her wife shyly, “I’ll grab my stuff and sleep in the guest room,” she trailed off at the end, making it as more of a question than a statement.

When Alex didn’t say anything, she just nodded and made her way to get her things from their room before continuing to the guest room.

Alex let out a deep breath before going to her room herself. She changed for bed and laid down for a few minutes before throwing the covers off, “fuck,” she grumbled before climbing out of bed, quietly walking to the guest room.

She slowly opened the door, hoping to avoid waking her waking her wife up if she was asleep.

Y/N lifted the arm that was covering her face up, shifting her body until she was leaning against the headboard. Alex could tell Y/N hadn’t been sleeping, the sheets weren’t even crumpled, like Y/N had just gotten in bed and hadn’t moved.

“Everything ok, Alex? Is Charlie ok?” Y/N began to move the blankets off, starting to get out of the bed, “did you hear something?” she asked, her anxiety increasing, her instincts to protect her family coming out.

Alex pushed the rest of the way in the room, “no, everything is alright Y/N,” she could see her wife worrying herself as she stood, “I just wanted to come sleep in here with you, or we could go back to our room.”

Y/N paused to make watch Alex, analyzing if everything was really alright or not. When Y/N didn’t speak, Alex continued to make her way to other side of the bed to lay down.

Seeing where her wife was going, Y/N shifted back into the bed, tugging the sheets out of the way for Alex to lay down. Both laid there stiffly, just staring at the ceiling. Alex rolled onto her side to face her wife, who had her arm over her face again. The brunette shuffled her body in the bed until she was pressed against Y/N’s side. When Y/N felt the contact, she slowly lowered her arm and wrapped it around Alex’s shoulders, squeezing her in tighter.

“Ash said this case you’re working on is pretty rough,” the brunette started softly, rubbing a hand gently on the agent’s stomach, hoping to ease some of the tension from her body. Alex felt her nod, but not say anything, “want to talk about it?”

Y/N’s whole body tensed even more, her head adamantly shaking no, “no, it’s fine, I shouldn’t have said that to Ash.”

“I know we have been fighting more lately, but I am still here for you Y/N, whatever you need,” she continued to rub Y/N’s stomach, occasionally digging her thumb into the curve of her hips.

Alex felt Y/N continue to shake her head, “I know you are Al, I don’t want to talk about it.”

They laid in awkward silence, Alex’s hand trying to sooth some of the tension from her wife, Y/N yet to completely relax in the bed.

“Do you want me to go back to our room?” Alex asked, beginning to pull herself from YN’s arms. Y/N tightened her arm around Alex’s shoulders, bringing her other one down to grip her hip, stopping any more movement.

“No,” she quickly stopped her. When she felt Alex relax back into her side, she loosened her grip.

Alex brought her hand from Y/N’s stomach to her cheek, rubbing her thumb along it before moving It across her eyebrow, encouraging Y/N to release some of the tension in her face, “talk to me,” she whispered.

Y/N bit her lip and shook her head, eyes focused resolutely on the ceiling, “it’s bad enough I have to see it and deal with it every day, you should never have to hear about it.”

“I want to help,” Alex’s hand glided down the other side of Y/N’s face, gently turning her head so they could make eye contact, “what do you need?” Alex could see the sadness in Y/N’s eyes, the exhaustion and fear apparent even in the dark.

“This is exactly what I need,” she leaned forward and gently kissed her wife, “you’ve got a game tomorrow, you need to be sleeping,” Y/N tucked a hair behind Alex’s ear, kissing her again, effectively ending their conversation.

Alex sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get anything else from her wife, snuggled herself closer to her side.

When she woke up the next morning, the bed was empty and cold, Y/N had been up for a while by then. She got up, checked to see Charlie still asleep, then made her way to the kitchen to find her wife. Only seeing a note on the kitchen island, she shook her head.

Got called in early, didn’t want to wake you or Charlie.

Good luck today! I’ll be there cheering!

Alex shook her head, not believing her wife would actually make it to the game, she couldn’t even make it through a night in bed, no way she makes it to the game.

The forward continued get day routine, having a quiet morning at home with Charlie before making her way to the stadium.

“Hey Al, hey Charlie,” Ashlyn cooed to the toddler as they all made their way into the locker room. Charlie squirming to be let down as they entered and she saw all the players, starting her rounds to see them all as soon as her feet touched the ground.

“Y/N/N said she was coming to the game,” Ali mentioned while they began getting ready. Alex just nodded along, still not convinced her wife would actually make it, “you guy still not good?”

Alex let out a breath, and sat in locker, fidgeting with her socks, “we are I think, we didn’t really talk last night. She just seemed so defeated when I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn’t say anything, just admitted the case was rough without actually admitting it. And then was gone when I woke up this morning.”

“Once this case is done, I’m sure things will go back to normal,” Ali tried to reassure, giving her thigh a small squeeze. Alex gave her a small smile in thanks before they both continued to get ready.

The game was long over, and no one had heard from Y/N still. She hadn’t made it to the game, didn’t take Charlie in the booth, and didn’t meet them in the tunnel like she normally did. Every call or text went unanswered. Which was unheard of, no matter how busy or flaky the agent had been lately, she always answered their calls or at least called back as soon as she could.

Alex and Ashlyn paced the room anxiously, phones in hand, waiting for anything from Y/N. The kids had been put to bed hours ago, Ali working to settle both women’s nerves.

“Y/N always answers,” Ashlyn said again, it had been on repeat by the time her fifth call went unanswered, “always. The damn kid was attached to her phone growing up,” her motherly instinct taking over when she couldn’t get a hold of her unofficial daughter.

Alex continued to pace back and forth, not saying anything. It must be bad if Y/N wasn’t answering any of them. But, if it was bad someone would have called her, right? She was Y/N’s emergency contact, so they would contact her in an emergency, right? Alex shook her head, trying to stop herself from spiralling.

Ali could see Alex beginning to tremble on the spot, she got up and hug her as tight as she could, “what are you thinking Alex?”

Alex shook her head and pulled away, beginning to pace again to process her thoughts out loud, “it must be bad because she hasn’t answered any of us. But It can’t be bad because the bureau would have called me, I’m her emergency contact. So that’s good, right? Or maybe it’s even worse, because it’s that bad, that they can’t call me.

Ali pulled her back into a hug, stopping her spiral of negative thoughts. Alex collapsed her weight into the defender, accepting the comfort as she began to cry.

Alex tore herself out of Ali’s arms when her phone started to ring, a blocked number on the screen. The forward paled and felt her heart sink, knowing this wasn’t a good sign.

“Hello?” Alex answered anxiously.

“Is this Alex Morgan?” a deep voice asked through the phone.

Alex nodded and squeaked out a yes before the voice continued.

“This is Agent Jennings, I’m on Y/N’s team. I am just calling to inform you Y/N has been taken to the hospital,” Alex gasped when she heard, the voice paused, “she is alright, but was injured in the field today and required medical attention.”

Alex put more of weight against Ali, Ashlyn now joining, helping hold the forward up. Ali gently took the phone and put it on speaker for them all to hear.

“Ms. Morgan, are you still there?” the voice asked soothingly, Alex managed to squeak out another yes before the agent continued, explaining what hospital they were in and other details they needed before disconnecting the call.

Now Alex did collapse in her friends arms, Ashlyn going down with her.

Ali immediately took charge, phone over another friend to come watch the kids while they all would go to the hospital. She guided Alex to drink some water and eat something before ushering them both into the car when their friend arrived.

As soon as they got into the hospital Alex rushed to the crowed of federal agents, several looking familiar from Y/N’s team.

“She’s alright,” one of them soothed, pulling Alex into a hug as soon as she saw the brunette, “we wanted to call sooner, but she wouldn’t let us because you had a game.”

Alex let out a small sob against the agent’s chest, “that sounds like her,” finally smiling slightly, knowing it was a good sign her wife was able to still argue with her team.

“Let’s go see your girl,” he guided them into the room, Ashlyn and Ali following close behind.

All three women gasped when they walked in and saw Y/N on the bed, she was asleep. She had a large laceration above her eyebrow, held shut by stitches and covered by a small bandage, the eye beginning to bruise and swell slightly. Her left arm was in a sling, wrapped tightly to her chest, the edge of the gauze sticking out slightly under the sleeve of the gown. The rest of the injuries covered from their sight. A small IV attached to her right hand

“What happened?” Alex finally managed to form word, hand hovering over Y/N’s uninjured side, scared to hurt any further.

“Do you want the specifics or,” he traied off, unsure how much he should tell the women.

“I don’t care, just tell me something,” Alex snapped.

“Y/N got shot protecting a girl, one hit her vest, one through and through on her shoulder. Bad guy wasn’t happy and then tried to fight Y/N while we arrested everyone else,” the agent gave a very brief description.

“How bad?” Ashlyn spoke up now, eyes not leaving Y/N.

“We don’t know, doctors won’t tell us because we aren’t family and Y/N is too stubborn to say anything except that she is fine. She wouldn’t even let us call you because she didn’t want to distract you from your game,” the agent sighed, clearly frustrated at his partner.

“I’m fine,” Y/N rasped from the bed, “how was the game? I’m sorry I missed it.”

“Who cares about the fucking game Y/N,” Alex cried out, smiling through her tears at hearing her wife’s voice.

“I’m fine Al,” she repeated, reaching to take Alex’s hand, smiling at everyone else in the room.

“You got shot Y/N! That is not fine!”

“I got shot at not shot,” Y/N tried to smirk.

“Is there or is there not a hole in you where there should not be a hole?” Alex gasped out at her wife. She couldn’t figure out how she was both incredibly irritated with her wife, but also so happy she was alright.

“I mean, technically, yes when you put it that way. But the bullet went right through, so that hardly even counts.”

Irritation was definitely winning out.

“Of course that counts Y/N!” Ashlyn snapped from the other side, “we have been worried all night because you didn’t think we need to be called? You got shot, twice it sounds like! And now you’re acting like it’s nothing.”

Y/N shrunk on the bed, unused to being yelled at by the cheery blonde, “I’m sorry guys. I really didn’t want to worry you and thought this was better.”

Ashlyn let out a breath, patting Y/N’s leg, “it’s alright kiddo, but we want to be here for you for this stuff. You aren’t alone.”

Y/N bit her lip and nodded. Alex finally reached over and held her hand, “how bad are you hurt?”

“Uhh, coupe bruised ribs where the bullet hit my vest, through and through on my shoulder,” Y/N squinted while she tried to think, “sorry, the morphine is making me fuzzy,” she tugged her hand out of Alex’s and touched her face, “I have stitches I think.”

Alex pulled her hand back down and kissed her bruised knuckles before leaning forward and kissing her forehead. Y/N smiled in return.

A nurse slipped in then, “can I talk to anyone in here?” she gave the agent a pointed look on the bed, when she nodded the burse continued, “sounds like she gave you a decent run down of her injuries, she will have to spend the night. We are going to move her up to a different room in a couple minutes.”

The nurse came over and checked the IV before making her way back to the door, “you’ve got a stubborn one there, bet she’s a handful,” she laughed as she walked out.

“You have no idea,” Alex smiled down at Y/N.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines

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talatomaz · 3 years

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lockdown | jj x fem!teen!reader

a/n: i can’t believe that a year ago today, the last ever episode of criminal minds aired. i miss jj so much 🤧

this is sort of in line with my own experiences (to a certain extent). and there’s not as much jj x d!r as i’d intended but I hope you still like it.

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by @ouat2017 : “could you do a jj x daughter where the daughter’s school is on lockdown and jj is worried or something like that?”

warnings: gun violence. blood

word count: 2.6k

masterlist | request list | request rules

r is jj’s 18 year old adopted daughter and suddenly finds herself on lockdown after someone brings a gun into her school

i do not give you permission to repost or translate my fics on any platform - likes/reblogs are okay and are much appreciated

“Look, you’re the one that needs to be tutored so can you please focus?”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance.

You were currently in the tutoring centre trying to help a self-absorbed jock pass English so he could remain on the school’s football team.

Looking around you, you saw a handful of students giving both you and Cameron - the man-child you were tutoring - disparaging looks.

��You’re not supposed to be yelling at me. You’re meant to be telling me the answers.”

The aforementioned narcissist leaned against his chair, smirking at you in a way that made you fight to hide a shudder.

You could have easily wiped the grin off his face by mentioning who your mother was and who she worked for but instead, you decided to just continue ignoring his advances and carry on teaching him.

“That’s not how this works, Cameron. Now either you listen to me or you fail and get kicked off the team. And quite frankly, I’d rather the latter happen.”

You watched as his brows furrowed in confusion. Sighing, you answered, “latter means the second thing of two things mentioned in a sentence. Now, for the love of God, just finish writing your paragraph on Heller's satire of capitalism in Catch-22.”

You let out a breath of relief when he finally relented and started to scribble on his sheet of paper. You glanced over at one of your friends, who was also tutoring for extra credit, and smiled when she rolled her eyes at Cameron’s actions.

Leaning against the large desk that stood at the front of the room, you relished in the long-awaited silence aside from hushed whispers that came from other students asking for help.

Taking out your phone, you glanced at the screen to see that it was only midday and soon the lunch bell would be ringing.

You smiled softly at your lock screen.

It was a photo of you and JJ, your adoptive mother.

It was taken a few weeks prior at your 18th birthday party. You’d been living with JJ for almost 5 years now; her having fostered you before later adopting you when you were 14.

You still didn’t know what she saw in you on that day you’d first met her - you’d lost your family in a home invasion, barely surviving yourself - but whatever it was, you were grateful because you’d gotten a second chance at life.

Several minutes passed and you’d only broken from your train of thought when you heard someone clearing their throat beside you.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw your friend, the one who’d rolled her eyes earlier at Cameron, standing beside you.

“I see you finally got him to do his work.” She whispered, loud enough for your ears only.

“Barely. He still has an essay to write and hasn’t even finished a paragraph yet.”

“I would have smacked his sorry ass by now.”

You laughed before clamping your hand over your mouth, her comment having caught you off guard.

“Ally!” You whisper-shouted, playfully hitting her arm.

She looked at you with a raised eyebrow causing you to smirk, “Trust me, I’ve thought about it but-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a large bang rang out, shattering the silence the room had once held.

With wide eyes, your head whipped to the door where the gunshot had presumably come from and you listened as the hallways were filled with panicked screams.

Running to the door, ignoring the gasps and shouts from the other students behind you, you turned the lock on the door, pulled down the blinds, switched off the lights and jammed a chair under the handle.

Looking up, you saw everyone had the same look of panic in their eyes; a few were crying, including Ally, and others were pale with shock, Cameron was one of them.

“Guys, we’re gonna be okay but we have to be quiet.” You whispered harshly, constantly looking over your shoulder at the door, listening for any indication of the shooter coming your way.

Everyone stared at you, as if you were the leader of a camp and they were small children awaiting for further instruction.

You supposed it wasn’t far off.

By taking charge, you were the one who’d been unwillingly given the role of protector.

“First things first,” you walked over to the group of 10 students, “I need you all to make sure your phones are on silent. We can’t risk being caught.”

You watched as everyone followed your instructions.

“I know you all want to call your parents but that’s going to attract attention to us so for right now, we need to be quiet.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest and as you spoke, one thought repeated in your head. JJ.

Taking out your phone, you scrolled to find your mother’s name in your contacts. You watched as your thumb hovered over her name.

Just breathe, y/n. Breathe.

Tapping your mother’s name, you brought the phone to your ear.

“I thought you said we couldn’t call anyone.”

Your eyes locked onto Cameron’s, his face pale and his eyes filled with terror and a hint of anger.

“My Mum works for the FBI.” You whispered as the phone rang out.

Any other time and you probably would have laughed at the way his face grew paler, if that was even possible. But, in a situation this tense, it was going to be difficult to find any levity.

Your Mum picked up on the second ring and you let out a shaky breath when you heard her voice.

“Hi baby. A bit early for your lunch, isn’t it?”

You closed your eyes at her soft tone, as if you were trying to engrave the way she spoke into your mind lest you would never hear it again.

From your lack of response, the blonde sensed there was something up, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

A single tear dropped down your cheek as you struggled to maintain a steady tone. Catching a glimpse of Ally staring at you, you steeled yourself and spoke.

“Mum, you need to come quick. Someone’s brought a gun into school.”

“Oh my-AARON.”

You winced when you heard her shout for her boss, listening as you could hear her run up stairs. You held your breath as she filled Hotch in on what was happening before telling Garcia to hack into your school’s security system.

“Are you okay? Stupid question. But are you hurt?”

“Mum,” you interrupted her rambling, “I’m fine. I’m in the tutoring centre with 10 other people. I don’t know how many people are injured. It just all happened so fast.”

“It’s okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay.”

Though you could hear the clear panic in her voice, her words did bring some form of reassurance to you.

“Penelope’s hacking into the system so hopefully she can have eyes soon.”

As she spoke, you could hear the clacking of keys in the background of the call; presumably Garcia doing exactly what JJ said.

“Mum?” You questioned when you heard Garcia swear.

Instead of JJ answering, the usually peppy tech analyst replied, her voice shaky and wet, as if she was crying.

“Y/N, thank God you’re okay.”

“What’s wrong, Garcia?”

“Someone’s disabled the cameras remotely. I can only get them back online if someone reprograms them from the inside.”

Grasping what she was explaining, you nodded, “I’ll fix them.”

“What? No!”

Your mother had taken the phone off of Garcia.

“You are not leaving that room, y/n. We’ll find another way in.”

“Mum, someone needs to fix the system from inside the school. I need to do it.”

Ignoring your mother’s worried shouts, you continued to speak, “Mum, I have to. I love you.”

You disconnected the phone and switched it off, preventing her from being able to call you back.

“Y/N, you are not leaving this room.”

You’d only just realised that everyone had been watching you intently during that entire interaction.

“Yes, I am.”

Moving away from the huddle, you rose to your feet and replied to your friend.

Cameron rose to his feet and towered over you as he challenged you, “No, you are not. You’re going to put us in danger.”

“Do you know how to hack into our school’s security system and then reconnect the transformer and enter the Mastercode?”

His face contorted to a look of confusion making you reply,

“Exactly.”

Turning to leave, you felt a large hand enclose around your arm.

“I said, you’re not leaving.”

Your eyes flickered from Cameron’s hand up to his face that dared you to take another step.

“Remove your hand from my arm before I remove your hand from your body. You may letter in football but I’ve been trained by some of the best FBI agents there are and unless you want to end up in a sleeper hold, I suggest you shut up and do what I say for once.”

His harsh grip almost immediately lessened as his hand returned to his side.

“Good. Now, have any of you been shot? No? I didn’t think so. Well, I have and whoever did get shot is probably bleeding out in the hallway. I can’t not do anything.”

No one dared to respond and instead, shook their head ‘no’ at your asking if anyone else would try to stop you.

Content that you weren’t going to deal with any more unnecessary distractions, you made your way to the door and gently removed the chair that was beneath the handle.

“Ally, you’re in charge. Lock the door when I leave. By my count, the FBI will be here soon. And Cameron, you do anything stupid and I’ll shoot you myself.”

Unlocking the door, you stepped out into the empty hallway and hastily made your way to where the main security hub was located.

Just a couple of hours ago, all you had wished for was silence but now that your wish had been granted, all you wanted was to hear the playful shouts and conversations between your friends and fellow students.

The silence that currently fell on your school was unnerving and unbearable. And with each step you took, you flinched at the sound your shoes made against the marble floor. Each noise practically acting as a beacon for the shooter to come find you.

You let out a sigh of relief when you found the Hub and you quickly worked to reconnect the security system. Typing on the laptop that rested atop one of the servers, you couldn’t help the smile that formed when all the cameras re-engaged.

Tapping on one of the keys, you navigated through the various cameras, looking for any indication of the shooter or of any injured people. You stopped when you caught a glimpse of someone.

Squinting at the screen, you saw, what appeared to be a freshman - since you didn’t recognise him as being a part of your year - laying on the ground, a hand clutching his stomach as blood coated his clothing.

Immediately knowing where he was, you cautiously made your way to the east hallway before running when you noticed him laying on the ground, his blood coating the once-white marble floor.

Falling to your knees, you pressed your hands against his wound, trying to stop the steady flow. He groaned out in pain, tears staining his face.

“H-Help me.” He choked out.

“What’s your name?”

“Jackson. But everyone c-calls me J-Jack.”

“Jack, you’re going to be okay. I just need you stay with me, okay? I’m-”

“Y/N.”

You failed to hide the surprise from your face making the younger teen smile despite his predicament.

“You’re t-tutoring Cameron. Everyone knows who you are. Y-You’re the one who doesn’t take any of his shit. I think h-he likes you.”

“Well, tough shit for him. I may be bi but he’s definitely not my type.”

Jack’s laugh quickly turned into another groan of pain.

Unzipping your jacket with one hand, you used the other to keep pressure on his wound. After removing the jacket, you harshly pressed it against his torso and watched as it barely absorbed the blood.

“I’m gonna die, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not. I won’t let you.” You said, tears filling in your eyes as memories rushed back of when you tried to save your brother after he’d been shot.

“You’re going to be okay. I just need you to-”

You stilled when you heard footsteps come up behind you.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You didn’t recognise the voice and couldn’t bring yourself to turn around to face the person who’d caused all this pain.

You opened your mouth before closing it again, unsure of what to say.

Closing your eyes, you readied yourself for your inevitable death when a shot rang out and a body slumped to the ground beside you.

Jumping at the action, you turned around and almost collapsed in relief at what you saw. Your Mum and her team stood behind you with several SWAT members flanking them.

The tears that had once filled your eyes now spilled shamelessly down your cheeks.

Without saying a word, JJ holstered her gun and ran to your side, hugging you as best she could since your hands were still pressed against Jack’s wound.

Paramedics soon followed and after that it was all a blur. It was as if you were floating outside of your body. Logically, you knew it was the effects of an adrenaline crash but you felt so disconnected from your body.

You barely took note as your mother gently lifted you to your feet, allowing you to be briefly looked over by the paramedics. Nor as your mother escorted you to one of the school bathrooms where she rinsed the blood off your hands.

You didn’t even say a word until you’d arrived back at the BAU where a worried Penelope wrapped you in a tight hug which you returned.

“I’m gonna take her up to my old office, Hotch.”

The Unit Chief simply nodded as he and the rest of the team watched as JJ led you to the abandoned office that was still filled with random case files.

Closing the door, she sat you down on her sofa and stared at you, not touching you in fear that even a simple caress would cause you to shatter.

You exhaled a long breath before finally speaking, “I’m sorry.”

Her brows narrowed, “Sorry? Sweetheart, why?”

You looked at your hands that had been coated in blood less than an hour before and then up at your mother; her blue eyes filled with nothing but concern, love and confusion.

“You told me not to leave and I did. I’m sorry.”

And with that, you started to cry heart-wrenching sobs that made your shoulders shake.

JJ gathered you in her arms, gently rocking you as her long blonde hair draped over you.

“It’s okay, y/n. I got you, baby. You’re safe now.”

Her arms wrapped tightly around you as she laid soft kisses on your head, her hand stroking your back.

That only served to make you burrow into her even more, seeking comfort in her motherly embrace.

You muttered your apologies as she continued to reassure you that you were okay.

JJ was afraid that if she stopped, you wouldn’t be here, safe in her arms.

Still rocking you in her arms, she whispered in your ear,

“I got you, baby. You’re safe now.”

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gojosslxt · 3 years

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✧ 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 ✧

this is a random one shot I came up with which contains slightly smut <3 so, enjoy !!! nsfw warning !!!

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cocaine sunday | eyedress

mind games | sickick

“...so that’s it, I thought while spying out the little window...” your eyes were glancing through the last page of the current book you were reading. Already the last page? Stunned you look up, so you could have a proper look at your little alarm clock. You shrug at the sight, realizing it was already past 1 am, the time he would be waiting for you, the time he would always lean against the little wall which was right under your window where he would always pull out one of his little coins and throw-flip them until you jumped out of your room. You never really knew why he did this or more likely where he got that from...still, he always somehow managed to look so good while doing it, doing anything to be honest. You lean a bit back against your pillow again, loosing yourself to unholy thoughts, the fifth time that day. Just as you were about to close your eyes with a little smile plastered on your face, you hear someone whispering. “Y/n?” You quickly flinch at the sound and lift yourself up, your book still placed half opened on its inside on your lap. Staring at the guy peeking through your window which was now opened up a bit, you sigh in relief, smiling again while limply raising yourself on your feet, slowly strolling towards him. He quickly lifts up the whole window pane and gets into your medium sized room with one jump. While still fixing his posture, you reach out for his neck and put your arms around his shoulders, his hands automatically pulling you closer on your waist. “sorry, I was waiting” Megumi said a bit ashamed knowing, you don’t like him getting into your room without any warning because of the concern that your parents might know. “‘s okay” you reply smiling at him tiredly. “Are you sure?” he says still a bit concerned but now with a little smile on his lips, scanning your face for any sign of worry, when all he could detect was a hint of fatigue and excitement for the little kiss you were waiting for that he gave you every time he showed up. His smile widens as he tilts up your chin with his one hand, kissing you softly while feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his’. “Well I’m sorry” you whisper after parting yourself from his lips, your forehead still resting against his’. “Let me guess, you were reading?” he slowly says looking you deeply into the eyes, his warm breath fanning against your lips. You roll your eyes a bit away still grinning in shame, thinking about an other excuse you could possibly profess him now. “Weeeell...“ you say still thinking, not looking him into the eyes. “Weeell?” he replies after you, his grin getting even wider. “....I just...finished the book” you finally say raising your gaze back onto his grey-blueish eyes again, smiling even more after witnessing his wide grin. “I’d love to know what book could’ve kept yourself so busy that you somehow completely forgot about me” he slowly whispers against your lips, causing your body to shiver, knowing that this was literally the only thing you craved for the whole day, somehow still loosing yourself to that new book you had bought a few days ago. You feel his middle finger slowly brushing down your spine, your breath automatically getting a bit faster as you slightly close your eyes, leaning in to finally feel his lips against yours again, ironically not feeling anything. You gasp at the sensation and slowly open your eyes again, immediately seeing that look in his eyes again. You knew that look. The look of uncertainty and omniscience at the same time, knowing that he always wanted to make sure that this is what you really wanted. “What about the full moon you wanted to see. I thought it was a special one?” he whispered against your lips again, causing you to bite your lower lip in thoughtfulness, still staring into his eyes. You knew he was right. After all, you were the one worshiping that one night you read about so much, you could write an essay about it. You loved the night. Not only the silence and the way everything and everyone was so calm that it automatically also calmed you down, it’s

mainly because of the night sky itself that you were obsessing over so much which was so breathtaking to you in any way. Good thing you weren’t the only one, your boyfriend standing right in front of you sharing that feel. Still you were more the one literally obsessing over it and so it was the best time for you two to always meet up at that time of the day. To meet Megumi. “Maybe you’re right...” you sigh causing him to frown. But just as he was about to question your decision you lean in and kiss him one last time passionately again before you would let him go. You could feel him being a bit confused at first but quickly smiling into the kiss again. “But now I really have to get ready so that we can still see anything this night” you whisper afterwards, looking at him with a big smile of excitement, turning around so you could head towards your closet. As you were quickly picking out the clothes you would wear for today’s walk, you could see him letting himself down your bed at the corner of your eye. Just as you were wearing nothing besides your underwear you saw him taking the book into his hands, still laying on your bed, closed this time. “Oh I read that one” he said eyeing the book on its detail after flipping through some pages. “Do you think her brother’s death was justified enough?” you ask, standing now in front of him. He lifts his head up again, his eyes getting stuck at the sight of your nearly naked body in front of him. “Y/n? What’re you doing?” He eyed you up and down properly after letting out a chuckle, leaning back on his palms while shaking his head slightly, a grin still plastered on his face. “What? Getting hard already?” you chuckle turning around again, heading back to your closet as you could feel his eyes stuck on your lower body. “Are you kidding? How am I supposed to not to?” “Sorry, I forgot that I’m your first one” “Oh wow y/n, I somehow also manage to forget that you can be pretty bald sometimes” “Don’t get me wrong, I love the way you always appreciate me and my whole self. I just kinda find it funny and cute wrapping you around my finger” you say while lowering yourself a bit so you could get into your pants. You hear his steps as he was getting towards you. But then you suddenly freeze at the sensation of his tall, clothed body pressing against your half clothed one. He slowly lowers himself whispering into your ear. “So are you really trying to tell me that I’m the easier one to seduce?” You shiver at the feel of his hot breath fanning against your shoulder tilting your head a bit to the side when he got even closer to your neck. “So tell me now, y/n, should I really show you or do you really wanna watch the moon instead?” he breathes against your neck, moving your hair slowly to the side, his lips nearly touching your neck now. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out that little moan you were hiding. Just as you wanted to say anything to stop the whole situation because you knew that it’d be too late if you gave in too early, you felt his cold fingertips slowly tracing up the sides of your almost exposed upper body letting you crave for even more. You knew that he was only teasing you so that he could show you that you were at least the same, if not even more, touch starved than him. His right hand placed on your right shoulder now, he started slowly pushing his finger under the thin lace of your left bra strap, playing a while with it, waiting for any sign to come from you, when all you did was breathing faster under his touch and wanting more. You felt Megumi slowly striking it down your shoulder, lowering himself a bit down again. “It’s up to you sweetheart” he breathes one last time against your neck again before his lips finally got in touch with your soft skin. You quickly push your hand against your mouth, in fear your family would hear anything, some whimpers still somehow escaping your mouth. He started tracing kisses down your neck, nipping on your skin and leaving some marks, moving more and more downwards your completely

exposed shoulder.

“Told you.” he said lifting himself up again. It took you a while to realize but when you finally did, you lowered your hand again, letting out a gasp, turning your face a bit to the side so that you could face him a bit. “You’re not talking, was it so good? Neck kisses y/n? I’d wonder to see your reaction to way more intensely things if I haven’t already’’ he said while letting out a chuckle, putting his hands into his pockets. You gulp, feeling sexually frustrated by what he just did to you when you decide to turn around, facing him completely now while staring him deeply into the eyes, your hair still behind your shoulders and your one shoulder still completely exposed. “You know Megumi, I really love you for who you are, including your always well thought out actions. But never in my life would I have expected you to do this to me” you say with a begging look in your eyes, biting your lower lip, still only having your bra on while unconsciously hoping that he would maybe give in and continue with what he just started. “I know where this is going sweetie, now cmon the moon’s not waiting for you. While I am’’ he says with a sweet smile on his lips, winking at you and heading back to your window. You sigh, still confused by the whole situation, quickly putting your hoodie on and running after him. “Megumi, wait!” ...

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