#hey you guys offically ok with being stuck in the elevator?

[needlenxggin]

@ofanswerssought asked: ❝ i think we’re stuck here. ❞ | STARTER PROMPTS

"C'mon... stuck?" A nervous chuckle left his lips as he approached the door giving it a tug, then another, and another... ok maybe they were stuck. "Sooo... uh... know any fun games to pass the time until we're let outta here or?" How did he always find himself in these weird situations? It's like they sought him out.

#ic ; love and peace #main verse ; #ofanswerssought #( do you know how bad I wanted to quote Ghostbusters the game in response to this? #'Think we're stuck? Well #let's see... #*starts pushing buttons* #think we're stuck #hey you guys offically ok with being stuck in the elevator? #show of hands?' #safsd #)

[josibunn]

we need to talk about dilf jack !! the way that man aged like fine wine , in his early 40s and has a single streak of grey hair but it blends effortlessly with his dark strands. he hasn’t married yet and has no kids , but is extremely loaded due to him being a ceo of a company he worked hard on from the bottom up. a hard-working man , a man who demands respect.

i just know he’s one of the best brat tamers. so of course being spoiled rotten by mr thurlow , you tend to have a fit of brattiness that he cannot stand. whining over an anklet that had broke while he’s in an extremely important business call was starting to irk him , and he gave you multiple warnings to quit it. that stare he gives to you when your mouth keeps running makes a cold sweat run down your back. but of course wanting to see how far you can go , deciding to whine even more to the point where the person on the other line can hear you. seeing how tense he got from your actions made you so wet.

and now for acting like a brat , you’re getting fucked so good on his desk. incoherent babbling leaving your mouth as his slender yet strong hands wrap around your neck. “ you like acting up , hm ? i spoil you so much princess yet you’re never grateful for anything. “ a small ‘ im sorry ! ‘ leaves your mouth as he angles his hips to hit that same spot to make your toes curl. pushing your legs up to your chest , giving you a good fucking to get rid of your bratty attitude. he wants his good girl back.

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thank u sm pinkie I LOVEEEEEE this idea!! I hope u don’t mind i’m joining these two,,I think they mix well :3 (also pinkie I got your other request ab jack just so you know,,i’m not ignoring It I swear! i’m just a perfectionist :P)

I think jack would be so hot older, i’ve genuinely wanted to put something like this out for so long I just didn’t think you guys would side with me!! I love picturing them older like jack would look soo good I hc he’s always in business casual as in older guy methinks :3

tw slapping n choking, degrading, daddy kink, teased orgasm denial n praise!! age gap too. some puppy play and “papa” used,,sorry i’ve been so into it lately :3

I think he’d be around 37-42? does that work?

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I think ur ask would happen on a day he brings u to his office and lets his baby see what makes her pockets so heavy. you come in some frilly cute outfit, being so young he doesn’t expect you to conform with how he dresses, but he keeps a hard hand on you as he walks you around his company, explaining everything while walking past other workers.

you’re looking around, touching everything and peeking your head into places you shouldn’t, being polite and greeting everyone while he stands behind you, shooting everyone hard looks before you wanna look somewhere else, making little comments like “dyou think I could work here? i’d look so cute in the skirts n i’d wear my best pumps!” “yeah but, it’s not just skirts n heels baby,” he smiles and pats your head as you two walk out the elevator.

it’s all peaches n cream until u start whining about, which he knew would come but still dreaded. suddenly you were tired, your feet hurt and you were hungry. he was trying so hard to be patient with you but you always push it :( he even goes as far as to hold your heels for you but it seemed like you were just pissing him off for fun.

he about had enough when the chain of your anklet got stuck in the carpet and breaks off and you flip out, gasping and whining as you collect the charms off the ground. jacks getting pissy bc you’re so loud, your skirts riding up and you’re making a scene again. “baby-hey, look at me,” he says, making you look up with a pout when that tone comes out.

“people are working right now and you’re making a scene. we can go to tiffs and get you a new one, ok? get the fuck up,” he grits the last part, sending you a hard look that makes you huff, crossing your arms and walking far ahead of him to the elevator. he rolls his eyes and follows far behind you, his brows raising at your audacity to leave the floor without him, a breathy chuckle of an “oh yeah?” coming off his tongue as he crosses his arms and waits for the elevator to come back down.

sure, you were a little loud but he didn’t have to be so mean in front of everyone! though you knew better, so you waited with your arms crossed until he got out the elevator, an angry pout all over you face. he steps out and turns his head, nodding when he saw you waiting for him. “yeah that’s what I fuckin thought. cmere,” he wraps his arm around you roughly, making you yelp and squirm against him to get away but he only held you closer, digging into your side.

“take me home. you’re bein’ so mean, n I don’t wanna be here.” you look away from him as he walks you into his big office room, closing the door and his blinds. “so you don’t wanna go to tiffany’s?” he puts his hands in his hips, making you roll your eyes as you plop onto his couch. “yeah I thought so. and roll those fucking eyes again little girl,” he warns you as he sits under his desk, pointing a finger at you before he rolls his sleeves and gets on his computer.

in all honestly, his threats always got you soaking wet, wondering what he’d do when you pushed his limit. “what’re you doing now,” you ask after a few minutes of silence, walking over and looking over his shoulder. “glad you asked, because I have a call coming up with an investor in..three minutes and I really just need you to be good for me, ok?” he looks up at you, rubbing the back of your thighs.

“what kind of meeting?” you ask, running your hands through his hair, messing it up. “kind that makes me a lot of money, which makes you a lot of money. nothin you’d be interested in, promise. just need you to be quiet,” he nods. “are they gonna be able to see you?” “no, it’s a call meeting, he’ll only hear me.” “can I sit with you?” “sure baby, I just need you to be quiet, ok? it’ll be done as soon as it starts.”

and you comply for a little while, but twenty minutes into the call you’re getting antsy, he let you sit on his lap but with the way his leg bouncing has whining and pawing at his chest, giving him big puppy eyes that he just ignores oh you’re growin hornier by the second :(( especially when he’s being so assertive and focused,,not paying you any mind.

..especially when you start grinding on his growing bulge, grabbing onto his bicep, quietly pleading for something, anything. he’s keeping his composure but his hand was gripping the arm rest, he couldn’t believe you were trying to bomb this investment on him because you were what? horny? it was making the vein in his forehead bulge.

he shoots you a few glares as he speaks but you don’t care anymore, like, you’re supposed to be his baby! his everything and you should have all his attention, this was taking far too long. “jackie..” you whine, his brows raising immediately at your audacity to interrupt him at a time like this, cutting his sentence.

“mr. thurlow is..is there someone in the room present with you? I thought this was a private matter.” his investor says from the speaker. “no, it is, i’m sorry my-my girlfriend is with me but she won’t be a problem,” he shoots you look that lets you know he’s not asking you he’s telling you, “continue.” jack says, gripping your hip now.

you scoff and roll your eyes, “how long?” you whisper in his ear, playing with his buttons, getting enough down to stroke his chest. “I dunno pup,” he whispers quietly. “this is business. I can’t make everything go faster if I want it to work out for us in the end.” he tried to speak and simultaneously listen to his business partner.

“but I really can’t do it with you..whining in my fucking ear and talking during my meeting. ok? just..” he puts a finger to his mouth before directing his attention back to the call, adding his opinion on the topic at hand. you pick your jaw up and cross your arms, sighing as you turn your back to him on his lap, leaning on the desk.

he doesn’t pay you any mind as you continue grinding down on his bulge, gripping your hip and guiding you ever so slightly to keep you peaceful as you hold onto his desk, brows furrowed as pleasure overuns you. you look back and teasingly lift your dress to your hips, showcasing the tiny pink thong you had on with a pout. he sighs with a head tilt, watching you move against him, his bulge nudging between your clothed folds.

“daddy..” you whisper again, your lip tucked between your teeth as you speed up, mouth falling open with silent moans, making him shoot you a silent warning. “you’re being so mean to me..” you whisper again, leaning over the desk and showcasing just how tiny your panties were, your lips peaking out of them the more you fuck yourself on him.

“you’re bein a fuckin’ brat.” he grits his teeth, pinching your side, making you jump and yelp. this wasn’t fair :( you’ve been so good all day (in your eyes) and he was just ignoring you in your messy mood. he should be giving it to you hard, you had to speed this up. you reach down and start circling your clit, moaning quietly into his desk and grinding back on him.

you look back at him as you pull your panties to the side, his cheek perched against his fist as he doesn’t dare give you a glance, but you know he’s fed up, his hair going every which way, his fave red with anger and that familiar vein in his forehead bulging. you whine, he’s so sexy. his shirt rolled to his elbows, strong arms squeezing against each other, not to mention his chest on display since you unbuttoned his shirt.

you trail up his body, eyes landing on his pink lips that command big bucks for a share of stocks, it makes you sticky, eyes rolling back as you slide your fingers with a loud moan, your juices already coating yourself and his pants as you pump into yourself, and suddenly everything goes quiet, your eyes peeping back open to see him sat up now, glaring at you with an open mouth, his investor on the other line now gone quiet.

he finger combs his hair out of his face, that gray strand popping back, and before he pleads your his case he’s cut off. “mr. thurlow, jack,” you hear, “it’s clear you have other…personal matters to attend to. you understand my time is valuable and I won’t be kept up by someone who can’t hold down his fort for a simple hour.”

jacks eyes close in frustration, rubbing his teeth together and you swear you see sparks flying between them. “right sir, yes. I understand.” hes glaring at you with each words and you smile, now you’ve got his attention!! :3

“so i’ll have my assistant get back with you for a better time maybe. don’t count on it.” is all is said before the line goes quiet and he hangs up and the room falls silent with tension, jack sighing into his hands. “can we play now daddy..?” you ask, repositioning yourself on his desk, legs spread before him.

he glared at you before grabbing your throat and standing, making you yelp and hold onto his wrist, eyes wide on him. “you happy now? you fuckin’ happy now huh??” hes raising his voice, waving your neck around slightly as he speaks. “I had him, had him in the fucking bag baby and you couldn’t keep quiet for an hour? are you serious??” he raises his brows, a little grin on his face.

you hated when he did that, smiled when he was angry. so fuckin scary. “daddy I-i’m sorry I just missed you..-” “daddy i’m sorry-” he mocks you in a high voice before sending a slap across your face, making you yelp and squeeze your eyes shut, gripping onto his shirt. “bullshit. you been a brat all damn day, givin’ me attitude, yellin’ n whinin after I told you how important it was, for what? some dick??” he keeps you in his hold, your eyes teary and frightful, staring at him big.

“now you wanna be quiet, alright,” he nods, poking his cheek with his tongue as he gets his pants undone, not even bothering to tell you to take your panties off before yanking them off you, scooting you further on his desk and prying your legs open. “imma give you what you want lil girl, don’t fuckin worry,” his tone is low and condescending as he taps his tip against your clit, sliding it down and gathering your wetness, your breath hitching.

a loud cry of a “fuck!” erupts from you when he slides his length into you, your hand grabbing at his shirt and trying to push him off as he wastes no time but he’s not budging, a low mmmmmm coming from his as he lays you on your back, hand planted on your chest to keep you down, his muscle overpowering you.

he listens to your whimpers and mewls of his name, eyes low and cheeks hot as he takes in your wet cunt, already fucking into you, leaving you no room to adjust. “fuck jack, h-hollon,” your mouth hangs open, eyes shut before you moan out high, feeling him gradually fuck you harder and harder.

“hold on? hold on?” he repeats, brows raised as he grabs at your hips, forcing you to stay put on the desk, sliding his cock in you deeper, a gasp coming from you as you arch your back up. “did you hold on when I told you how fuckin important this was for me? for us??” he almost winds himself, the feel of your walls sucking him in so greedy making him choke over his words, eyes almost rolling back. even angry, his body reacts against him when it comes to you.

“so you’re gonna take it, kay? look at me mama, open those fuckin eyes,” he grabs your cheeks, shaking your head and making your eyes snap open at him, not holding back your moans as he nods slow, making sure you keep eye contact with him. “you’re gonna take it, since you wanted it so damn bad. can’t believe you baby, so disappointed in you.” he faux pouts and tilts his head at you, making you whine.

“daddy don’t-don’t do that I didn’t mean to,” you mewl, holding his hand that held his face, but he pushes you away and holds you down by the shoulder. “nuh uh, don’t pull that shit. you’re being a bad girl, and I know I taught my girl better, yeah?” your lip quivers as you nod. “m’sorry daddy,,”

“I know pup. just gonna teach you again,” he hoists your ankles over his shoulders, hands gripping your thighs tight against his chest before he’s plummeting his cock into you deeper and deeper, your eyes popping open and rolling out with a loud throaty moan, you feel him beat that spongey spot in you, drool pooling in your mouth.

he sees it, all the thoughts popping out of your brain onto the floor as he watches you with a steady face, condescending eyes hard on you and lips parted slightly, brows frowned. you’re his baby, his pup he couldn’t stand punishing you but he knew you just needed it good and a little discipline.

you moan high and loud again when he bends you further, legs pushing closer to yourself as you grab his shoulders, anything to ground yourself from his thick cock that doesn’t let up a brutal pace against you, long hard strokes, his tip reaching new highs inside of you and you feel like you’re seeing stars. “yeah baby? this what you wanted?” he rasps, a nod and a short “yeah” coming from you as you squeeze your eyes shut. “"jaaack —mmph- daddy it's so — just-please it's so-"

his lips upturn into a small smirk, his poor baby couldn’t even think straight. “yeah, pup? what else?” he says airily, looking between you two and seeing the strings of your slick sticking to his pubes, you’re fuckin soaking, he thinks. “cmon babygirl, tell me what it is.” he encourages, speaking to you in that voice that has you whining out, your brows furrowing together.

“daddy s’good, ur so good!!” you moan out, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he nods along. “yeah? this dick doin you good baby? s’what you needed?” he bits his lip over a smirk, watching you come undone under him, eyes rolling back into your lil head, moans growing squeaky when he wraps a hand around your throat.

you nod quickly, a soft hand going to his chest and bouncing to his wrist, holding him softly. he feels it when you clench onto him for dear life, signaling your dam about to break. “you feelin real good puppy? gonna cum?” he coos, shaking your throat in his grasp to make you look at him, your feet scrunching as you try to prepare yourself for the troubling orgasm you knew he was about to give you.

he forces you back onto the desk, squeezing your throat as he plummets his dick deep inside you as he does so gracefully, other hand keeping your thighs close to him. you let out a loud squeaky moan at the suddenness, head popping back, “jack wait, fuck—wait! ohmygod,” you moan out, at this point he doesn’t care about his firm hearing you, he wants you to feel embarrassed when you walk out passed everyone.

“who? yeah i... dont know who that is.” he tilts his head with faux confusion, brows frowned but his smug smile still remaining. “this what you wanted, right? were’ just begging for it, right?” he says, chuckling to himself, knowing he was bending you out of shape completely.

you couldn’t take the orgasm he was about to give you, you never could, and he knew that. your ears start ringing and your eyes go blurry at the rhythmic motions of his cock kissing deep inside you, pounding that sweet spot.

“daddy— p-papa I can’t do it! s’so much,” you correct yourself with a pout and he plants a reassuring kiss to your handle, his thumb smoothing over your clit to soothe you, only sending you over the edge more. “you got it puppy, cmon I know you can do it. yeah? yeah girl?” he watches your face contort more, toes curling on the side of him as he grins down at you, your display igniting something in him as he keeps up his steady pace.

he winces when throbs inside of you, feeling his release come up on him too. “gonna be my good girl now, huh? who’s gonna act out at my fucking firm?” he slaps your thigh lightly, knowing you were just too out of it and needed a little push. “gonna be so good papa,” you squeal. “never gonna act out again!”

he nods along to your words assuringly, “damn straight, aaaatta girl, cum for me pup. no—cmon you can do it,” he coos to your whining as your breath quickens and the knot in your stomach breaks, whining and moaning out as you cum down on his cock, the familiar white ring forming around the base, making him smile as if he wasn’t already red in the face.

“that’s my fuckin girl, needed that real bad huh.” hes watching his dick disappear into your creamy cunt with dreamy eyes, “I know babygirl I know, daddys not mad at you ok? just had to teach you real good,” his eyes roll back as his head tips back, and you realize you’re gonna have to start wearing turtle necks, he was definitely leaning red marks on you :(

you’re so out of it you don’t even register him cumming in you with a loud curse, to gone to care, knowing he’d fetch you some birth control on the way out. he carries you to the couch in his office before heading to the bathroom in his office, cleaning you and himself up.

you’re laid on your side when he sits next to you, caressing your head and kissing you softly. “feelin good baby?” he asks, taking note of your big foggy eyes and stupid smile. “mhm,” you nod, “good, ready to go to tiffs? get you a new anklet?” he nods, smiling when you nod and raise up happily, his little baby. “that’s my girl, cmon,” he helps you up and into his hand, telling his secretary to clear his afternoon as you walk out behind him, only limping slightly.

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this got really long, i’m sorry!! I hope you like it and are ready for more longer fics :3

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[remuslupinsdaughter]

All too much

Aaron Hotchner x autistic daughter reader

Warnings: autistic meltdown, crying, upset reader, Hotch and the team trying to help

It had been a tough morning, Ellie wouldn’t go to school and was struggling with her sensory issues all morning, luckily it was just a paperwork and filing day so Hotch could bring Ellie into work with him but even that was proving difficult.

“Ellie come on let’s put your shoes on” Aaron said lifting her on to a chair, she held on to her feet “no daddy no shoes” she said kicking her feet when Aaron tried to put the shoes on. He sighed, “ok no shoes” he mumbled and put them in her backpack along with some fidget toys, her ear defenders, her iPad and some juice. He picked Ellie up and carried her out to the car, he put her in the car seat and buckled her in, she whined and pulled at the seatbelt trying to unclip it, Aaron grabbed her hands “no Ellie this keeps you safe you cannot unclip it ok?” He said in a quiet but stern voice, she nodded “no unclipping” she repeated, Aaron nodded and got into the drivers side.

The drive was long, Aaron got stuck in traffic which delayed their journey an extra 35 minutes, Ellie was extremely frustrated by the time they got to the bau. Aaron grabbed her backpack and unclipped her seatbelt, he picked her up carried her inside, “hey Ellie you wanna press the button look” he said pointing to the elevator button, Ellie grumbled and lay her head on his shoulder. Aaron walked through and was greeted by the team, “hey Ellie no school today?” Emily asked smiling down at her, Aaron gave her a look that told her everything she needed to know, Ellie squinted and rubbed her eyes then hid her face in her dads shoulder, “hey it’s my number 1 babygirl” Derek said playfully when he noticed Ellie, she didn’t acknowledge him and continued hiding in Aaron’s shoulder, “Ellie aren’t you gonna say hi” Aaron said squeezing her leg gently, she shook her head and tried to cover her eyes with her hands, “hey sweetheart what’s going on?” Derek asked rubbing her back, Ellie flinched away and covered her ears with her hands and began trying to curl up, when she couldn’t it turned into a full meltdown, crying, pushing Aaron away pulling her coat and sweater off.

Aaron noticed what was happening and took her into his office, he dimmed the lights and set her down, she crawled under the table still covering her ears and rocking back and forth, Spencer and Emily jumped into action grabbing her backpack and filling her bottle with juice, they gently opened the office door and slid in passing Hotch the ear defenders and juice, he gently pulled her hands off her ears and replaced them with the ear defenders, “does she need anything else?” Emily asked, “I don’t think so thank you” Aaron replied.

After a while Ellie started to calm down and her cries became soft sniffles and her rocking had slowed, Aaron was sat next the the table waiting for her to come out, he heard the soft muffling of the ear defenders being removed, “you ok honey?” He asked, she slowly crawled out and into his lap, he gently put his arms around her, “shapes game daddy” she mumbled whilst she played with his tie, he slowly traced a circle on her back with his finger, “circle” she said, “yeah” he said and traced another shape, “square” she said, he tutted “you’re too good at this” he said and Ellie smiled, “ok one more” he said and traced another shape, Ellie thought for a second “triangle” she said, “good job” Aaron said and kissed her forehead.

Hope you guys enjoyed! (I am autistic and I tried to replicate what I wished someone would have done for me when I was younger and experienced meltdowns) <3

#aaron hotch hotchner #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #spencer reid #criminal minds #daughter reader

[classylo]

stuck | bucky barnes

pairing: lawyer!bucky barnes x lawyer!female reader

summary: you’re stuck in an elevator with your most hated colleague

warnings: enemies to lovers (kinda), angsty, fluff, curse words 

You glance outside and see the snow has quickly started to accumulate thanks to the flurries from a few minutes ago. You sometimes forget how beautiful this city truly is. You sigh and return to your work. You have about four more cases to document before you can even think about going home and drinking some wine... who are you kidding…scotch. A few hours pass and you take another glance outside, the street is completely white and snow is still falling. You gather your things and head towards the elevator. You step inside and hear someone shout,

“Hold it!” 

You stick your hand out to stop the doors from shutting and immediately regret it when you lock eyes with the person. You instinctively roll your eyes. 

“Oh, y/n, who knew you were such a dear.” His charming Brooklyn accent annoys the shit out of you.

“If I knew it was you I would’ve closed it faster,” you mumble back. 

He laughs and leans against the walls of the elevator. Bucky and you aren’t exactly the best of friends. You actually aren’t friends at all. 

In all honesty, you hate each other. He’s your usual male lawyer. Cocky. Arrogant. 99% of the female population would suck his dick at any given moment and he knows that so he walks around in his suits and attempts to charm every woman in the office into sleeping with him. 

But not you. Oh no. You saw his games the second you met him. He’s used to getting everything he wants with one look or smirk. Just one of those guys who doesn’t work for anything but gets everything. Eye. Roll.

Just cause he has perfectly placed brown hair and dreamy blue eyes doesn’t make him the hottest person in the world... you tell yourself repeatedly. 

“Can you calm down? Your hatred for me is making the elevator burn up.” He scoffs. You roll your eyes and face the doors. 

Please let this elevator open. Please let this elevator open. 

All of a sudden the elevator stops. 12 floors from your destination. Bucky starts laughing. 

“Shit. No. No.” You slowly begin to panic. 

You press the first-floor button several times. Nothing. The lights in the elevator flicker on and off. Fuck.

Your breathing picks up and Bucky quickly stops his laughter. He takes a step towards you and you back against the wall.

“Hey, it’s okay. Here, let me just push the emergency button. It’s alright.” His voice is gentle as he reaches out and pushes the small red button. The ringing sound of a phone call starts to echo throughout the elevator.

“Hi, you guys ok?” Answers the security guard at the front.

“Yep, we are fine. Any idea when we will get out of here?” Bucky says back, eyeing you in the process. Your breathing is still heavy and your hands are shaking.

“Uh-no. The fire department is on the way. Maybe 15-20 minutes?” 

Your eyes widen. 15-20 minutes? In an elevator? With the one person from work you hate? 

Fuck your life. 

Bucky grabs ahold of your arm and squeezes it. You look at him with furrowed brows. Why is he being so nice? He is never nice. He nods his head at you to assure you will be okay.

“Alright, thanks,” Bucky says. His eyes then turn back to you.

“You ok there, champ?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You respond as you pull your arm away from his grip. 

He chuckles to himself.

He steps back to his side of the elevator and you slowly slump down against the wall until you are sitting on the ground. Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off of you, but you both remain in silence. 

“I hate elevators,” You mumble.

“I see that,” he smirks.

“Oh fuck off, James.” You roll your eyes.

He chuckles to this response. This is your usual banter. 

You sit there for a few more minutes and you watch a smile creep upon his face.

“What?” You question.

“Nothing.” He says. Shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.

He then reaches into his briefcase and pulls out airplane size bottles of vodka. He sits them in front of him and grabs one. He downs it one drink and looks back up at you. 

“Would you like one?” He suggests.

You quickly nod your head. Anything to get you through these next few minutes.

“Keep this with you just in case, Barnes?” You ask.

He chuckles and nods his head.

“Never known when you’ll be stuck in the elevator with the one girl from work who hates you.” 

You roll your eyes and down your mini bottle of vodka.

“Why do you hate me?” He asks. You let out a laugh that forces your head back. Once you look back up at him, his face is dead serious.

“I’m serious, y/n. Why do you hate me?” He asks once more. The sincerity in his voice is something you’ve never heard before. You attempt to grab another airplane bottle of vodka and he pulls it away from you.

“I don’t hate you, Bucky,” You say. He rolls his eyes and chuckles as you use his preferred name. He then tosses you the bottle you were reaching for.

“That’s a fucking lie. You’ve hated me since day one.” He grabs the last bottle and tilts it up to you as he downs it once more. 

He doesn’t make a sour face and for some reason, you find amusement in that. 

“Well, you are a dick.” You shrug your shoulders. He lets out a small laugh. You stand up and continue leaning against the elevator.

“Am I though? Or do you just make me out to be one? Cause the last time I checked, I’m always nice to you.” He fires back at you. 

“Oh, whatever. You hate me just as much.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, I do?” He asks.

“Yes! You don’t like me because I don’t drool all over you like the other women in the office. If you liked me you’d be trying to get with me. Like all the other women.” You roll your eyes. 

He stands up and takes a few steps towards you. You’ve never been this close. You smell the vodka on his breath mixed with his Calvin Kline cologne. An enjoyable mixture. 

“For fucks-sake, doll. You wear Kate Spade earrings with your Chanel bag and Louis Vuitton heels, you really think I thought I had a chance with you?”

You look at him with furrowed brows once again. This was a compliment and a dig at the same time…and you enjoyed it. 

“What? What does that even mean?”

“God, have you always been this stupid?” He replies and your mouth drops. 

“Excuse me?” You fire back. 

“I don’t hate you because you don’t ‘drool’ over me. That’s why I like you so fucking much.” His admission is almost as shocking as him calling you stupid and you just stare at him. 

He laughs to himself and begins to walk back to his side of the elevator. In one quick motion, you grab at his arm to pull him back to you. He flings around and you manage to pull him down into your lips. You have no idea what the fuck has come over you but you needed his lips on yours. Immediately. His hands wrap around you and land on the small of your back. Your hands make their way up to the back of his neck and you slide them through his soft curly hair. Your kiss is long and passionate. You are both aggressive and eventually pull away for air. He bites down on his lip and a small smile emerges on his face. You glance down worried about what the fuck you just did and his hand forces your chin up to look at him.

“I’m sorr-“ You begin and he shushes you.

“I knew you liked me.” He says and you push him away. 

“But the Kate Spade earrings stopped you?” You chuckle.

“You’re an intimidating woman, what can I say?” He whispers back.

He leans in to kiss you once more and the elevator begins to move. 

“Thank god,” You say and he laughs.

Once the doors open you are greeted by the security guard.

“You guys ok?”

“Never better!” You cheerfully respond as you look to Bucky. That shit-eating grin is on his face once again. Fucking asshole. 

An attractive, asshole.

You walk outside and Bucky grabs ahold of your hand. 

“Dinner?” He asks.

You chuckle and nod your head.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes one shot #bucky x female reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barns x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader

[soramei]

Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: hehe my mistake, i forgot to queue up this update and by the time i realized it was too late so i'm posting this a day late ^^

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The man froze in his tracks after entering the room and catching you laying on the couch with Bang Chan on top, practically devouring you. He looked scarred, to be frank, as he quickly snapped back to reality and bolted out the door in less than a second. As he made his grand escape, you forcefully pushed Bang Chan off of you. He swore under his breath before tripping out the door, trying to follow the man who had just caught you.

You sat up, head in your hands. This was exactly what you were scared of. What you worried so much about a few nights back. What Bang Chan reassured you of not happening.

You feel panic set in as you thought of the worst case scenario. Yup. You were going to get fired for sure. And the news will go to the public, resulting in Bang Chan also losing his job. You would then have to move back with your parents, and everybody will have the same look of shame and pity whenever they see you.

This wasn’t good. You stood up to make your own inconspicuous escape, but it seemed like Bang Chan beat you to the door.

“That was Jisung,” Bang Chan said. He entered, making sure to lean against the door just in case anybody else wanted to intrude.

The name and the face clicked in your mind. He was part of Stray Kids as well as Bang Chan’s coworker. You recognized him more commonly as Han, as his name has come up in a lot of the work you’ve been sent.

“What did he say?” you asked skeptically. Worry was setting in.

“Don’t worry, he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. I trust him.”

How were you supposed to believe that? You’ve never even spoken to this man in your life, and now you were supposed to put the future of your career in his hands?

“But I don’t, Chan. I’ve never even met this guy in real life before. How can I trust that he won’t tell one of your other group members?” You heard your voice get louder with every word.

“I had a talk with him just now, Y/n, you can trust him. Out of everybody in this company, he’s the least likely to tell just anybody — even one of our members.” He paused, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?”

You were speechless. Your trust in him was completely different from your trust in Jisung, and you were sure he knew that. Obviously you trusted Bang Chan, but you didn’t know the extent that his group members would go to for a secret. Especially one that could have an effect on their careers as well.

“You can’t just ask me that, and you know it,” you sneered. “You know what? It’s my fault. I was too careless. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, Y/n-”

You didn’t even let him finish before stomping out the door, making sure to check your surroundings for anybody that could catch you before heading back up to your cubicle. You felt the heat of your cheeks the whole elevator ride.

You were on edge for the rest of the day. When Manager Chen asked to see you in her office, you were so startled that you quite literally jumped from your seat. You were sure somebody had informed her of what happened, but it turned out that she just wanted to rearrange the usual Friday meeting.

Because of the filming tomorrow, the project meeting had to be arranged for next week. Which you were fine with, of course, since you did not want to face all your managers in one place after what had just happened.

Throughout the rest of the day, you started to feel more and more guilty for how you reacted at lunch. As your mind cleared, you realized how rash you were with your decision making and how you only thought about yourself. You also thought about how rude it was to talk about Jisung like that, especially in front of Bang Chan — who cared a lot about the boy.

Logging off your email for the day, the thought of Bang Chan still lingered bitterly in your mind. You wished to apologize for your harsh behaviour, so you started to make your way over to his producing room.

However, you hadn’t even made it on the elevator before you were stopped.

“Hey, uhm — you might not recognize me, but I’m the guy from earlier. Han Jisung.”

He was standing politely behind you, hands folded together behind him.

“Hello, I still remember. You know, from earlier,” you awkwardly breathed out a laugh. You didn’t know what to say or why he was here.

“Hyung told me I could find you here and that I should apologize.” He took his hands out from behind him. “He also said that this might help.”

In his hand was a bottle of mango juice. Your heart warmed at the thought of Bang Chan still caring for you, despite you being such a jerk earlier.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I’m sorry for barging in like that and leaving so suddenly. I should’ve knocked or something before coming in, but Chan-hyung is somebody I’m very close to. I would never jeopardize him in any way.”

Hearing him apologize made you realize how little thinking you had done. Jisung regularly worked with Bang Chan, so of course he would just enter the room without knocking.

“Thanks for your apology, but I should be apologizing. I was the one being reckless. You did nothing wrong, Jisung. I trust that you wouldn’t tell anybody of this.”

“Thanks,” he said as the both of you entered the elevator.

The both of you stood in silence for a bit before he started again.

“So, Chan hyung huh.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, he’s the best looking one out of all of us… after me of course.”

“Oh my god.” You blushed, head in your hands as he kept elbowing you.

“But, Y/n.” He got all serious again. His serious-playful demeanor was giving you whiplash. “You know what you’re doing is dangerous, right? Not only for him, but also for you. I love our fans, but there are some that have taken it too far before. I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“Thanks Jisung,” you started, “for that and for keeping this secret.”

“Of course, any ‘friend’ of Hyung's is a friend of mine.” He winked, causing you to heat up from embarrassment again.

The elevator reached Jisung’s floor, and he got out.

“Oh, also, I think you should call Chan hyung. He’s been pretty down this whole afternoon, and even my natural charisma couldn’t cheer him up.”

You thanked him for the last time before the elevator doors closed, promising him that you would contact Bang Chan.

And you did — as soon as you were alone in the elevator.

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

“Uhm, can we meet up somewhere? I-I wanted to talk to you.”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m at the gym right now. We could meet at the playground by the river in an hour.”

“Ok.” You hung up after that. It was a weird phone call. From his voice alone, you could obviously tell something was bugging him. You knew you were that something.

Grabbing a quick bite at a nearby convenience store, you started your journey to the playground. It wasn’t too far of a walk, but you decided to go earlier since it was already starting to get dark.

You hoped Bang Chan wasn’t in too much of a bad mood, especially after your conversation with Jisung. Honestly, you weren’t too excited to apologize. Not because you didn’t feel bad, but because of his cold and monotone voice through the phone. You didn’t want to admit it — especially because you had just met this man a few weeks ago — but you were scared of his possible rejection. It terrified you.

Breathing into your hands for warmth, you finally saw the playground up ahead. It was near the river, but covered by trees. You now understood why Bang Chan picked this place.

It was empty, as you assumed no child would want to play tag on a cold and dark evening. You sat on a swing, mindlessly swinging up and down whilst staring at the upcoming moon. The sound of crickets chirping combined with the cool autumn breeze almost brought you to serenity, but the thought of confronting Bang Chan grounded you back to earth.

You turned your head at the sound of panting. Bang Chan had jogged here. The ends of his hair were damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead. You wanted to call him crazy, as the only thing he wore was a sleeveless tank top and a pair of shorts on a cold autumn night.

He made his way to the swings.

“Hey,” he said, hopping on to the swing beside you. He was still out of breath from jogging.

“Hey,” you paused for a few seconds to think of what to say. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I know you care about your job as well, and it was selfish of me to walk out on you. I’m also sorry for talking about Jisung like that. I met him this afternoon and he seemed like a good guy. And if there’s anything else I missed, I’m sorry for that too.”

You looked up at Bang Chan with puppy eyes, hoping that he would understand. He looked back at you.

“I accept your apology, Y/n. And look, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially at the office. I knew that anybody could have walked in, and I was careless. We were lucky this time, but next time we might not be.”

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

“Y/n,” he got up, “I’m scared. I’m scared that I feel this way about you after only a few weeks. I’m terrified of losing my job, my coworkers, and friends. But Y/n, I just want you. I’m laying all my cards out on the table. This is how I feel, what about you?”

That was a lot to take in. Your grip tightened on the swing.

“Chan, everything you just said, I feel the same way. Everything about this scares me, but I just want you. Only you.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around him. You felt the cold sweat of his arms against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be near him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, digging his nose into your neck. You felt his damp hair against your skin.

“Chan, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, pushing his head away.

“I don’t care.” His words came out muffled against your neck as he dug his nose further.

“I feel like a kid being in a playground.” You scanned the empty playground, reminiscing on your childhood.

“Would a kid do this?”

Bang Chan, with his fingers on your chin, turned his head to kiss you so deep you thought you were going faint. You returned the kiss, hands gripping hard on to the sides of his tank. It seemed like the two of you were in your own little world.

“You should go. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day,” Bang Chan said after eventually breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, trying to stall for time. You knew that the both of you should get going.

Eventually, after quite a while, you left for home. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. A very cute and dimple-y weight.

That evening, you packed all your necessities for the overnight shoot tomorrow, and fell asleep with high hopes for the next day. You were excited to see all your — along with the production team’s — efforts come to fruition.

The next morning, you woke up early and energized. You double checked that everything was ready before heading out to the JYPE building.

Manager Chen had informed you of which van you would be riding in to the set. Although she wasn’t in the vehicle with you, you had the opportunity to chat amongst some other very interesting members in the production crew.

After a few hours of driving, your van — along with the others — arrived. You helped the production crew set up as much as you could, as you were told the boys already started filming their drive to the set. Whilst waiting for the boys to come, you socialized around with both the production crew and Manager Chen.

Soon, after chatting for a bit, you saw the long awaited van pull up to the set. The boys got out, one by one, each holding their own little video cameras.

Bang Chan got out last. He looked amazing, really. With his hair and makeup done and his outfit styled, he was almost like a different person. You’ve never seen him without black on, but this was a surprisingly refreshing look.

It was chaos. With every boy at their peak energy, there was never a boring moment on set. It was clear that everybody — even the quieter ones — had established nice dynamics within the group. You watched them in awe, with Manager Chen telling you the behind happenings every now and then.

You found it so hard to hold in your laughter as the boys attempted to make mooncakes. It reminded you of your childhood; when you used to do the same with your mother.

As Bang Chan read off the script which you helped with, you felt a certain sense of pride in your heart. You smiled at him as he expressed himself to the camera.

It was dinner time for the boys, so that meant dinner for you and the crew as well. You followed the production team to a noodle restaurant. It was a small and cute, grandma-grandpa owned place. The menu, however, was huge.

“Y/n, this is Manager Jung,” Manager Chen said. She directed your gaze to a guy who looked in his late twenties. You instantly recognized him as the manager that drove you home on your first day of work.

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

“We have, but it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances,” you blushed. You hoped that you didn’t leave too bad of a first impression with him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve only heard good things about you from Manager Chen,” he said. “Actually, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“Yes, we’ve managed to book a place that has enough rooms for everybody to sleep alone. They’re not the best of rooms, but this was the best we could do with our budget,” Manager Chen said.

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. You were fully expecting to share a room with five other women.

You had a happy evening, eating and chatting before getting back to work. You watched as the boys carried out every production order to a tee, all the while keeping up their high energy even late into the night.

You helped the production crew with setting up fireworks for their next segment. Even the act of setting up got you excited as you haven’t seen fireworks in so long. Especially in a new country.

The rest of the filming went smooth, with the end slate following the last firework of the evening. You watched as the boys all lined up in a straight line to thank the production and camera crew. Bang Chan’s eyes landed right on yours. You smiled. He smiled back.

The boys were then ushered by Manager Jung into their own hostel, and you followed the crew to your room. The room was lit by a small incandescent light bulb. It was a small room with nothing but a mat for the floor, a small blanket, and a pillow. Though, to be fair, you weren’t expecting much.

You laid out the mat and blanket, washed up, and was about to call it in when you received a text from Bang Chan.

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

You blushed, not aware that Bang Chan had even seen you during the day. He looked so busy with filming the whole time that you hadn’t even made eye contact. You smiled and returned the text.

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

You had a tranquil dream; with only clouds, and sunshine, and… Manager Jung?

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

“Y/n!” He called again. He looked worried. “Y/n!”

You suddenly jolted awake.

“Y/n! Hurry, get out!” He was coughing, holding the hem of his shirt up to his face.

You looked at him. His silhouette was clouded by smoke. You looked up.

The light bulb hanging from was burning and emitting a smoke of some kind. You gasped in shock, instantly regretting it as you breathed in a large amount of the smoke.

Manager Jung was already running outside at this point, and you quickly ran after him. Along the way you tried to hold your breath, but with every inhale you took in, a cloud of smoke followed. You coughed and kept running.

It seemed as if you were the last person out, as everybody staying at the hostel had already evacuated. Manager Chen was standing outside, a look of worry on her face.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She ran over to you.

“Yes,” you coughed. You still felt the smoke in your throat. “What happened?”

“The light bulb in your room caught on fire,” Manager Jung intervened. “Manager Chen was still awake when she smelled the smoke, and she evacuated everybody inside. Everybody woke up except you, Y/n.”

“Is everybody else okay?” you asked. You could hear how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Everybody else is alright. For some reason, the fuse shortage was only isolated to your room,” Manager Chen replied.

It was unfortunate that, out of all the rooms, the broken light bulb was in yours. However, you were glad that everybody else was safe. You were also thankful that Manager Jung woke you up in time, leaving you with only a sore throat.

“Hyung!”

You whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Bang Chan was sprinting across the dirt path in your direction. His hair was disheveled and his t-shirt wrinkled. Behind him was Jisung, dashing over so fast that he somehow managed to match Bang Chan’s pace. Jisung threw his hand, catching the back of Bang Chan’s shirt, pulling him back. Jisung then said some incoherent words to Bang Chan, which seemed to have slowed him down. Bang Chan took a couple deep breaths before waiting for his other members and walking over to you and the crew.

“What happened? Is everybody okay?” Bang Chan asked, concerned. He glanced at you before facing Manager Jung again.

“Everybody is fine,” Manager Jung reassured him. “There was a problem with the light bulb in a crew member’s room, but everybody has evacuated now. You and the boys don’t need to worry. Just go back to your rooms as you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Whose room was it?” Bang Chan asked, ignoring everything Manager Jung had just told him.

Manager Jung hesitated before pointing at you. Upon realization, Bang Chan jerked forward, only to be stopped by Jisung again. He gave Bang Chan a look.

“I’m okay,” you coughed out. It was hard to not sound so hoarse when you had just been breathing in smoke for god knows how long.

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

“We have extra rooms where we’re staying, maybe Y/n can stay with us?” he asked.

“That is unnecessary, I will let Y/n use my room and I will stay with you. I’m sure Y/n would be on board,” Manager Jung said. He looked over to you, and you nodded in agreement.

“I guess that would work,” Bang Chan hesitantly said, “but what if this happens again with another room?”

“I’m sure that won’t-”

“Manager Jung!” Manager Chen interrupted, waving her hands whilst running over. “A member of our production crew took a look at the fuse box connected to Y/n’s room, and it seems like somebody tampered with the wires on purpose.”

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat [Spencer Reid x fem! Reader]

Find my masterlist here. Requests are Open.

Based on a wonderful song fic request I received from @itsametaphorbriansblog for the song Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat by Del Water Gap. I'd never heard the song before but trust me when I say it's awesome and my head was full with these lyrics. And yes, Alice in Wonderland is my favorite book.

Requested: Yes l No

CW: swearing, mentions of drinking, mentions of smut but nothing too explicit, some angst but happy ending.

Plot: Spencer wants to believe he can have a casual relationship with you. But just the thought of someone else touching you the way he does sends him into a tailspin. He wants you all to himself.

WC: 3.9K

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I do not want to fight this anymore

I just want to lay back

And watch you pin me to the bed

How he ended up here was somewhat of a mystery to Spencer but he had no intention of complaining.

He was sure he’d have time to think about it later, but right now all he was focused on was the way you pinned him to the bed, your soft hands wrapped around his wrists.

He was too enamoured taking in every beautiful curve of your body, the swell of your breasts and hips, the feeling of your silky thighs pressed against his own much hairier ones.

He drank you in as you kissed him, your tongue tasting like coffee and vodka. Your lips against his felt as though they’d found their rightful place in the world.

And when you finally lowered yourself on his throbbing member, everything else slipped away. The only thing in the world he could focus on was how fucking good it felt to have you wrapped around him.

It was as though all the stars had aligned and all his birthdays and christmases had come at once.

He never thought he’d have a shot with someone like you. This was better than even his wildest dreams.

I used to call you my best friend

Way back before you were my everything

Now I’m sucking on your neck

You’d worked together for several years and quickly became best friends. But there was always something more between you. Lingering glances, a few too many casual touches.

An odd tension that Spencer had never been able to put his finger on until the first time you saw each other naked and it vanished.

It had started after a few too many drinks at Rossi’s and ended in Spencer’s bed. That had been six months ago and since then the two of you spent all your free time between the sheets together.

It just made sense.

But you had made it clear it was simply sex, a means to an end. You were seeing another guy who knew about Spencer too. You told Spencer he was free to see other women.

He didn’t want to see other women. He only ever wanted to see you. He wanted to see you all the time, preferably naked and sitting on his cock.

He had agreed this was fine. He was ok with this arrangement. He’d told you he was fine with this other guy you were seeing if he was fine with you seeing Spencer.

Fine. Everything was just fine.

And you wrote my favorite song

Now I’m fucked up and carrying on

I do not know the words yet, oh

It had been a lie.

He thought he could separate the physical from his feelings but he wasn’t that kind of man. He wished he could be. But the idea of not having you all to himself made him feel sick.

And it hits me

I don't want anybody else touching you like I do

Like I do

Like me

He thought he was ok with it until he was lonely in his apartment one night. He text you asking you to come over.

Your response told him you were with your other man. And he spiralled.

He couldn’t help his mind wander over the things you would be doing together.

Did he kiss you on your neck the way you loved? Did he know the way you liked to be touched?

Did he make you feel the way Spencer did? Did he make you come the way Spencer knew how?

The thought of you naked being pleasured by another man made his heart ache. Images of you touching him, being fucked by him, screaming his name; it was too much.

He wanted to be the only one who got to touch you like that; to see you at your orgasms peak.

It really wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to share you. He didn’t want to be left alone in his room wracked with sadness at the thought of you with another man.

Is it okay?

That I don’t want anybody else touching you like I do

Like I do

Like me

Yeah

“What did you get up to with Matt last night?” Spencer asked as he made you both coffees the next morning.

You rolled your eyes.

“Mark.” you sighed as you spoke. You knew Spencer knew his name, he had an eidetic memory for god sake. He was doing it deliberately.

“Matt, Mark same difference.” he shrugged, pouring sugar into his cup.

“We just hung out.” you took the other mug he’d filled and twirled your spoon around in it. “You know, usual stuff.”

You leant back against the counter, holding the warm mug between your hands and inhaling the smell.

Spencer turned to look at you.

You had a noticeable hickey on your neck, one he certainly hadn’t left. You must know he could see it.

“The usual stuff you and Morgan would do when you hang out or the usual stuff you and I do when we hang out?”

You rolled your eyes again and pushed yourself away from the counter and headed back towards your desk.

Spencer followed close behind you.

“Just because you don’t speak doesn’t mean you didn’t answer.” he whispered as he caught up with you. “Nice hickey.”

He practically stormed to his desk and threw himself in the chair.

You sighed to yourself. You should have known Spencer would be this way.

A little while later Morgan passed by your desk as you had your nose buried in a case file.

“Ohhh looks like pretty girl got some loving last night! The size of that mark on your neck Miss thing!”

You looked up at him, your cheeks stained crimson.

You made brief eye contact with Spencer. If you weren’t mistaken, his eyes were filled with tears.

He pushed his chair back and stormed away from where JJ and Emily were now getting a good look at your hickey too.

“What’s up with him?” Morgan frowned.

“I don’t think he’s feeling too good today.” You replied.

It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Tell me that nobody else touches you

Like I do, like I do

Oh, tell me that nobody else touches you like me

Tell me that nobody else touches you

Like I do, like I do

Oh, tell me that nobody else touches you like me

There was no case to take you out of the state and you were looking forward to going home.

Spencer caught up with you as you stepped in the elevator and shoved his way inside just before the doors closed.

“Do you want to come over?” he asked the second the doors shut behind him.

“Not tonight Spence, I’m exhausted.” you stifled a yawn as if to prove your point.

“Did you use all your energy on Mike?” he sounded so bitter.

“I did not use all my energy on Mark. I’m tired from dealing with a whiny, jealous baby all day.” you rolled your eyes yet again.

“I’m not jealous.” he scoffed. “Or whiny. Or a baby.”

“Sure you aren’t.” The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.

You patted Spencer on his shoulder as you stepped out.

“Goodnight Spencer, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He pouted a little as he watched you go.

Maybe it was time to just let you go entirely.

You’re pulling on my habit lines

The more I smoke the more I find

I can’t just fall asleep instead

One am and Spencer’s phone startled him awake. He was used to being called in the middle of the night for work so he was wide awake in an instant.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and put it to his ear.

“Reid.” he spoke, expecting it to be Hotch calling about a case.

“Hey,” your voice was low and sultry.

Spencer swallowed.

“What?” he knew what. He knew exactly what you were calling for.

He had to say no. He had to stay strong. He couldn’t keep giving in to you. Not anymore.

“You know what. Don’t play dumb Spence, it doesn’t suit you.”

“I’m sleeping.”

“Well I’m touching myself.” you moaned softly. “But I do wish it was your hand between my legs.”

You heard a breathy sigh leave his lips. You knew that was enough to make him hard.

“Fuck Y/N,” he groaned. “I’ll be over in a half hour.”

You grinned as you hung up the phone.

Spencer wished he wasn’t so weak. He wished he could say no to you.

He wished he could tell you it was him or Mark. You had to choose.

He would if he didn’t fear the answer.

And you’re not my protector

I hope you know it wasn’t her

That kept me off your side of the bed, oh

He put his all in that night. He wanted to make you feel the best you’d ever felt so the next time you saw Mark you were thinking of him.

He made you come seven times, you honestly didn’t think you would walk for days after. By the time the sun came up you were so sensitive you didn’t know if you’d be able to dress for work without your clothes flustering your sensitive skin.

“Jeez Spence, I hope we’ve got another office day today.” You ached all over. “I don’t know if I’m going to be any good in the field like this.”

He felt an odd sense of pride. You’d remember this, you’d remember how good he’d made you feel.

He hoped he’d fucked Mark right out of your head.

And it hits me

I don’t want anybody else touching you

Like I do

Like I do

Like I do

Like me

“Jesus pretty girl, your hickeys have hickeys!” Morgan chuckled as you walked into the BAU with no sleep and only one coffee in your system.

Spencer tried to hide the smug look from his face.

“Another night with your lover boy aye?” Emily nudged you in the arm as you made a beeline for the coffee machine.

He felt very good about himself right now.

“Speaking of your lover boy,” JJ piped up. “You had some flowers delivered this morning.”

Spencer’s face fell. No. No that wasn’t fair.

You forgot all about the coffee and headed to your desk where a beautiful array of red roses awaited you.

Spencer wanted to take them and stomp on them. The way you were stomping on his heart.

“Oh wow.” You smiled as you read the note. “How sweet.”

“If you ask me he’s trying too hard.” Spencer tried not to sound bitter or sad as he spoke. He failed miserably.

“Well good job no ones asking you.” You shot him an annoyed glance.

The tension suddenly grew thick. You and Spencer glared at one another while Morgan, Emily and JJ stared on in confusion.

“We have a case.” Hotch’s voice broke the stare off.

Thank god you thought. Saved before you had a chance to say something you’d regret.

You put the flowers down and headed towards the round table room. You heard Spencer shuffling behind you.

“What was that about?” JJ frowned.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Emily shrugged.

“I think I’ve got an idea.” Morgan smirked as the three of them started to follow. “Pretty boy has a crush on pretty girl.”

It is okay?

That I don’t want anybody else touching you

Like I do

Like I do

Like me

You barely said two words to Spencer in the four days you spent in Missouri unless it pertained to the case.

Everyone could tell something was amiss between the two of you. The team was so used to your playful banter and inside jokes you had with one another. It was painfully obvious something was going on.

It was late when you arrived back at Quantico so Hotch sent you all straight home.

Spencer caught up with you in the parking lot.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“No.” You didn’t turn back to look at him as you headed to your car.

“Y/N please we need to talk.”

“I’m sick of this.” You groaned as you reached your vehicle. “You said you were ok with us seeing other people Spencer.” You spun back to look at him.

He was playing with the strap of his messenger back in an awkward fashion.

“Well...I’m not.” He shrugged.

“No shit.” You scoffed. “I’m sorry Spencer but I can’t do this anymore. I like Mark, he’s nice. We have fun.”

“So I’m not nice? You don’t have fun with me?” He stepped a little closer to you.

“You’re draining Spencer.” You confessed. “I once thought maybe you and I could be more than, whatever this is, but it’s exhausting Spence. With Mark it’s just easy. We spoke yesterday and he said he wanted us to get serious. No seeing other people. I told him I’d like that.”

Spencer’s heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest. He felt as though you had punched the air from his lungs.

He fought for a breath, stumbling on his feet a little.

“You’re...you’re choosing him?”

“Yes.” You chewed your lip guilty. “I’m sorry Spencer but honestly, you’re too much like hard work.” You turned away from him and opened the drivers door, closing it quickly behind you before you changed your mind.

You watched Spencer in your rear view mirror as you pulled out of your parking space.

He hadn’t moved. He just stood there, dejected and sad staring in your wake.

You were barely out of the parking lot before your first tear fell.

You’re in his living room

And it may not mean much you

But your plates are in his sink

And your sweaters on his bed

Won’t you text me when you’re home?

My baby, spare me all the rest

It had been little over a month and Spencer wouldn’t make eye contact with you. He wouldn’t speak directly to you. He wouldn’t even be in the same room as you if he could help it.

At this point the whole team knew something was up. Hotch had pulled you both up on it but you’d both lied and said everything was fine.

Everything was far from fine.

Every night for just over a month Spencer had cried himself to sleep. He’d spent his waking hours in his apartment imaging what the two of you were doing.

Were you laughing at movies? Reading together? Having romantic dinners or walks in the park hand in hand? Were you making love over and over again?

His sleep was haunted by thoughts of you too. No where was safe. He’d started wondering if he could even work with you anymore. Maybe it was time to go into teaching?

Being around you every day just didn’t seem like an option anymore because every time he saw you, his heart broke all over again.

Please just tell me

That nobody else touches you like I do

Oh tell me that nobody touches you like me

It wasn’t just that he’d lost the woman he had started developing feelings for, he had lost his best friend too. He wanted to talk to someone about the heartache he was feeling and usually that someone would be you.

He wanted his best friend back. It was killing him.

He didn’t know how to deal with losing you so he didn’t. He didn’t know how to talk to you anymore so he stopped talking to you altogether.

The flower deliveries stopped after a few months which made it slightly easier for him to forget about you dating another man.

After about seven months your demeanor shifted a little. You stopped talking about Mark as much and were more vague about your weekend plans.

By the time it was coming up to a year you stopped talking about him entirely. When Spencer overheard you speaking to JJ or Emily about your weekend plans it was always along the lines of “TV and pizza for one.”

For Garcia’s birthday the whole team was going out for drinks at a local bar. Since you ended things with him Spencer avoided hanging out with the team outside of work when you would be there. He would always come up with some kind of excuse.

But Garcia was not the kind of person to take no for an answer.

So reluctantly he went along. Emily helped him pick out a gift for her, a unicorn charm for her bracelet. Certainly not something Spencer would have chosen but Emily insisted the tech analyst would love it.

Whilst in the jewelry store a delicate silver necklace had caught his eye. It had an intricate charm of a bottle with a little label with the words “Drink Me” etched into it.

It had taken him back to a conversation from years past.

You were still new to the team and trying to keep your head down and not get in anyone's way. The team was all so close and you didn’t want to step on any toes.

On the way back from your latest case in New York you didn’t sleep like the rest of the team. You were wide awake, probably on a high from the adrenaline brought on by the case.

You sat at the back of the jet alone with your head buried in a book. You didn’t notice someone watching you or approaching you until you heard the leather seat opposite you squeak a little as your company sat down.

You looked up to see Spencer smiling softly at you.

“What are you reading?” he asked with genuine interest.

You blushed a little chewing your lip, turning the book over in your hands.

“Alice in Wonderland.” you slid the old book across the table to him.

He picked it up cautiously and turned the worn pages.

“First edition.”

“Yeah.” you nodded as he looked back up at you. “It was my dad’s. He used to read it to me when I was young. He passed away a few years ago and it helps me feel close to him.” it was the most open you’d been since joining the team.

Spencer smiled at you sadly and handed you back the book.

“I’m sorry about your dad. But that’s nice you have that.”

“Yeah I suppose it is.”

Emily had stepped out of the store to take a phone call and he had found himself purchasing the necklace. He didn’t know why. He couldn’t help himself.

Garcia had loved her charm, she’d squealed and hugged him so tightly Spencer felt the air being squeezed from his lungs.

She opened the rest of her presents while the rest of the team drank. You and Spencer kept making accidental eye contact and each time you would both smile awkwardly at one another.

You got up from the table to buy a round of drinks. Spencer watched you go. It would be his perfect chance to get to talk to you. He needed to know what was going on. Had you and Mark split up? And if you had, did that mean there was anyway he still stood a chance with you?

He’d wanted to ask for so long but every time he went to say something, the words got stuck in his throat, refusing to leave.

But this time he was determined. He needed to know where he stood once and for all.

At the very least could he get his best friend back?

And it hits me

I don’t want anybody else touching you

Like I do

Like I do

Like me

“Thought you might need a hand.” Spencer sidled up next to you. It was the closest you’d been to one another in almost a year.

“Thanks.” you smiled softly, a little awkwardly.

You looked at each other for a moment, neither of you sure what to say to each other.

Not so long ago the two of you could talk about anything and everything until you were blue in the face. You never ran out of things to talk to each other about. So much had changed.

Spencer reached into his inside pocket and pulled out the small jewelry box. He turned it over in his hand a few times before he held his hand out.

“I saw this when I was getting Garcia’s birthday present and I couldn’t help myself.” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

You chewed your lip as you cautiously took the box from him. You ran your fingers over it for a few seconds before you slowly opened it.

Tears immediately sprang to your eyes as you looked down at the little Alice in Wonderland themed necklace cushioned inside the box.

You looked back up at Spencer with a sniff.

“Spence,” a small tear escaped your eye. “You remembered.”

“I remember everything about you.” he shrugged again.

You sniffed back any more tears that might fall and gently lifted the necklace from the box.

“Could you help me?” you held it out for Spencer who nodded and took the necklace from you.

He unclasped it as you turned around. He gently draped it around your neck and secured it.

You turned back to face him, you fingers on the necklace charm.

“Thank you so much Spencer, I love it.”

“You’re welcome.” he smiled. “I hope Mitch doesn’t mind you wearing it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“We broke up.” you didn’t bother to correct him on his name. “A few months ago.”

“Oh.” Spencer tried not to look too pleased about this. “Do you mind me asking why?”

“I think you know why.” you stepped a little closer to him. “He wasn’t the right man for me.”

“Oh.” he squeaked a little. “That’s uhm...I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No you aren’t.” you laughed, stepping even closer to him.

You placed your hands carefully on his shoulders and you felt him practically melt into your touch.

“Anyway I’m the one that should be sorry.” you whispered.

“For what?” he croaked, feeling weak at your proximity.

“For choosing the wrong man. I should have known better.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, your body so close he could feel your warmth. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this before, but I have a guilty pleasure for rom-coms.”

“You’ve definitely never told me that before. I would have remembered giving you a hard time for that.” he laughed a little and so did you.

“Yeah, I figured as much.” you nodded. “Anyway, with my extensive knowledge of rom-coms I should have known.”

“Should have known what?” he swallowed a lump in his throat.

“That the girl always ends up with the best friend.” and with that you pressed your lips against his.

Spencer immediately took hold of your face in his hands and deepened the kiss.

You didn’t care that your whole team was probably watching. You didn’t care the whole bar could have been watching. All you cared about was Spencer.

When the kiss broke you both had tears in your eyes. You kept your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist to keep you close.

“I never want to have to think about someone else touching you the way I do again Y/N. I want to be the only person who gets to touch you.”

“Ok.” you smiled brightly at him. “But only if I get to be the only person who gets to touch you.”

Spencer laughed, kissing you again.

“That my love,” he smiled. “Is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Is it okay?

That I don’t want

Anybody else touching you like I do

Like I do

Like me

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The next morning you arrive to work with a hangover. How much did you drink? You never get hangovers! You go straight to your office and close the blinds.

 

*incoming text*

 

Chris: how are you this morning? I see your blinds are close.

You: A total hangover. I never get hangovers!

Chris: LOL! Well, when you drink with a pro, what do you expect.

You: HA HA HA!

Chris: Would you like to go to lunch today?

 

Uh oh. You hesitate. You know this probably isn’t the best idea, since you did make yourself cum thinking about him last night.

 

You: Sure! Surprise me with a spot.

 

You set your phone down. You are playing with sharks right now. You continue on your day making calls and a zoom meeting. You hear a knock at your door.

 

“Come in.”

 

Chris opens the door. “Are you ready for lunch?”

 

“It’s that time already?” You look at your computers clock. 12:06PM. “Let’s go”

 

You and Chris walk down the street to a local soup and sandwich shop.

 

“You must have read my mine, I wanted soup today!”, you say.

 

“Well, I wanted to keep my talent a secret but here we are”, Chris says laughing.

 

You both order a soup and find a table. You make small talk about your current assignments and jokes. The soups arrive and you both eat and finish your lunch.

 

You notice Chris is looking at you as send a couple of texts.

 

“What is it? Do I have something on my face?”

 

“No….you just look beautiful today.” You froze in shock.

 

“Thank you very much.” You blush. “Let’s go, we should be getting back.”

 

“Good idea” says Chris.

 

You both walk back to the office and get on the elevator to get to the 15th floor. You are on side face and Chris is on the other but you both are facing each other, just chatting. The elevator begins to slow down. The lights go off but come back on.

 

“Oh goodness”, you say. “This cannot be happening”

 

“RIGHT!”

The lights go off again, and the elevator comes to a complete stop. There is no way the universe is doing this to you.

 

“Uh oh”, Chris says as he tries to push buttons. He pushes the emergency button.

 

“Hopefully, this won’t be too long”, you say. Chris smiles at you.

 

You both sit on the elevator floor across next to each other. You both check your phones and see that you each barely get service…one bar. You and Chris try to call out, no luck. So, a text it is to the work group chat to inform that you both are stuck in the elevator.

 

“You said I was beautiful today at lunch,” you blurted out.

 

Chris looks over at you.

 

“I hope I didn’t offend, I didn’t mean to since you are marr-“

 

“Noah hasn’t told me I am beautiful in a very long time. He says, “I love you”. Never “I am in love with you” like he used to. I feel alone…all the time”

 

You both sit in silence.

 

“I can help you with that”.

 

“With what Chris?”

 

“You not feeling alone.”

 

“You know I am a married woman.”

 

“Who is telling the guy who took her to lunch and called her beautiful, that her husband has her feeling lonely.”

 

You pause and break eye contact by looking down. What are you doing? You just met this guy, your fantasizing about him, and letting him know your marriage issues….what are you doing? Fuck it, you haven’t even heard from Noah in almost 24 hours. You are sick of being the main one who’s reaching out.

 

No, Y/N don’t do it.

 

You look back up at Chris.

 

You lean in for a kiss. Chris kisses you back.  It gets more and more intense. You can feel your pussy throbbing. Chris grabs your waist with one hand and behind your neck with the other, then sticks his tongue down your throat. You lean in closer and wrap your arms around his head.

 

The elevator begins to move again. You open your eyes and realize what is happening. You and Chris let go of each other, stand up, and gain composure. The elevator stops on the 15th floor. The doors open and there is a group of people standing there to make sure you both are ok.

 

You head straight to your office and close your blinds. Eye contact with Chris today would be entirely too much. You finish up your work for that day and head to your car. You get inside and take a deep breathe.

 

*Call Hubby*

 

Noah doesn’t answer. Nothing new.

 

You drive home, pull into the driveway, get the mail and head inside. You throw your bags and coat on the couch. You cannot stop thinking about the kiss you shared with Chris. You go into the fridge to find something to each and settle on a sandwich.  You pour a glass of white wine and sit down on the couch.

 

*Incoming call Hubby*

 

“Hello.”

 

“Hi there.”

 

“Hey Love, how is working going?”

 

“Oh, it’s so busy and crazy right now. I don’t have much time to talk. Is everything ok?”

 

You sit in silence.

 

“Yes, Noah. Everything is ok. I just wanted to hear your voice and see how you were doing.”

 

“Just the same ol, same ol.” You can hear him sigh.

 

“Bye Noah”. You hang up. You are so irritated you can’t even think straight.

 

You turn on the tv to get your mind off Noah, but you keep looking at your phone. You wonder what Chris is up to? You pick up your phone.

 

You are absolutely playing with fire right now.

 

*Facetime Chris Evans*. Oh no call….straight to FT.

 

He answers.

 

“Well, hello there”

 

“Are you busy?”

 

“No,  I am not. Just made it home from the gym”, Chris says.

 

“Come over”, you reply instantly.

 

You can see Chris face gets confused. He looks right at you through the phone.

 

“You want me to come to your home?”

 

“Yes, or I can come to you…”

 

“And then what we going to do?”, he asks with a smirk.

 

“You’re going to give me some dick,” you give him THAT look.

 

He pauses.

 

“I am sending you my address right now and the code to the condo”

 

“Ok, send it now.”

 

You jump in the shower really quicky, put on some sexy lingerie underneath your close, and head out the door. You put Chris’ address in your phone and head his way. There isn’t a care in the world right now.

 

You arrive to his condo at about 9:30PM. You enter building with the code and head up. You reach his door …304. You knock. Chris opens the door with nothing but grey joggers on.

Oh, his man means business.

 

“Welcome baby,” he says as he pulls you close for a kiss. You can feel his hands grabbing your ass. My God this man!

 

You walk in. This place is spotless, well decorated, and smells amazing. This can’t be real. You walk over to the massive window and check out the city view.

 

“Wow, what a view.”, you say.

 

You begin to unbutton your coat and take it off. You turn around to see Chris standing and smiling at you.

“What is it sir?” you begin to giggle.

 

“I am so happy you are here.” That big, beautiful smile is showing.

 

You begin to take off your clothes.

 

“Is that right…show me how happy you are”. 

 

Chris walks up to you and help you unbutton your pants. He gets on his knees and slides them off for you. He leans over and kisses you’re pussy through your lingerie. You are about to absolutely explode. As he stands up, he picks you up and carries you to the kitchen counter.

He begins kissing you so passionately. He kisses your neck, shoulders, chest, right boob, stomach, and then pulls your hips forward.

 

He takes two fingers and pulls your panties to the side. Small kisses for your pussy, then proceeds to devour you. You can barely contain yourself! No man has EVER eaten you like this. You run your fingers through Chris’ hair while he’s eating your pussy. He stops right when he knows you were about to have an orgasm. He picks you up again and takes you to his bedroom.

 

He lays you on the bed, but you sit up. He’s standing right in front of you and you put your hands on his waist and pull down on his joggers. His hard dick flings right out and hits his stomach. You couldn’t believe how long and thick his dick was!

 

You take Chris’ dick in your mouth and proceeds to rub it up and down with both of your hands.

 

 

“Ohhh right there Y/N!”, he moans out. You take his dick in until it hits the back of your throat.

He instantly pushes you back.

 

“I can’t wait any longer”, he says to you as he climbs on top.

 

“Then put that dick in me.”

 

Chris grabs a condom from his nightstand and puts it on. He enters you so slow, and you gasp. The moonlight is coming through from his windows. The bedroom is so sexy.

 

Chris penetrates in and out. He pinned your hands over your head so you cannot move or run from him. You lean up as much as you could to kiss him and he kiss you back.

 

“Fuck Chris,” you blurt out! He moves his hands down and grabs one breast and uses the other the lift your hips so he can do deeper.

 

You haven’t been fucked like this in so long. Noah only focused on himself and busting a nut, but Chris took his time and paid attention to you!

 

Chris takes his dick out. He leans back and proceeds to stick two of his fingers in your pussy. He fingers you nice and slow. You can feel your breathing being to get faster. He removes his fingers, and you open your eyes to look at him. He puts his two fingers in his mouth to taste you all over again.

 

That did it! You flip Chris over so you can get on top. You begin to ride his dick like you’ve never rode before. You gyrate your hips as you got up and down.

 

“Fuuuucckkkkkk.” You hear him moan out. Chris grabs your throat with one hand and squeeze gently. You fucking love that shit. You feel yourself about to cum.

 

“Chris, I am about to cum baby.”

 

“Bust all on my dick. I want to see you drip.”

 

“Come for daddy baby.”

 

DADDYYY?? DADDYYY!!! YES, I WILL!!!

 

You have an orgasm and Chris cums at the same time. He’s holding your body close to him while sitting up. You can’t remember the last time you had an orgasm during intercourse!

 

You both get up and wash off. You were about to get dressed and Chris walks out the bathroom.

 

“You’re not leaving me, are you?” He asks.

 

“Well, I mean. I was.”

 

“Please stay. Come lay with me and let me hold you. I want you here with me.”, Chris says.

 

“I don’t know. Maybe I should get home.”

 

Chris holds his hand out. You look at it and finally takes his hand. He leads you over to the bed and you both lay down. The moonlight shining in the room is absolute perfection. You and Chris are laying and looking at each other. He reaches over and takes the right side of your face in his hand.

 

“Tell me everything about you. You have my attention”, he says as he plays with your hair.

 

This caught you completely off guard, but you can’t say no. You sit up with you hand under your head.

 

“Where do I start?”

 

“Your childhood.”, Chris says.

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It wasn’t easy for a human to attract a shifter. 

Or so Will had heard. 

He’d never had much experience with them, but the rarity of human x shifter couplings were so that there were even classes in order to help those who were desperately attracted to the idea. 

His shifter wasn’t hard to attract at all. 

The minute he’d met Dr. Hannibal Lecter, the cat shifter had formed an odd attachment to him. This phenomena was even more rare, as cats were the most fickle of the shifter types. There were some cats who didn’t mate at all, finding solace in being alone, and others who only stayed amongst their own kind. 

Hannibal seemed the first type, or so the many people who remarked to Will later would tell him, and as the weeks progressed Will found himself with a conundrum. 

He wasn’t interested. 

Will had never been interested in relationships with other humans, let alone becoming a shifter mate for life, and though Hannibal tried his best to woo him he really wasn’t Will’s type. Shifters in general had never paid much attention to Will that way so he’d ignored them when he found someone to spend the night with, and Hannibal’s attractiveness aside there was just nothing about him Will found interesting. 

But how to tell him? 

Jack Crawford had remarked to Will how “sensitive” an issue like rejection was to shifters. A wolf shifter himself, Jack was the only shifter Will knew outside of Hannibal he could talk to. 

“You’re sure about this, Will?” Jack asked, frowning, “I mean...you know what they say about cat shifters.” 

Will blushed. 

“I do."

“So, I mean...”

“I’m not interested, Jack,” he sighed, “And it’s getting to be a problem.”

Cat shifters were said to be amazing in bed, like one night with one and you’d never want to be with anyone else again. 

Will thought that sounded terrifying. 

Hannibal’s attempts at wooing him so far had begun to increase, nightly offerings of food and companionship that Will didn’t want or need but couldn’t turn away. He knew this was supposed to be a compliment, but it was starting to effect his entire life. 

“Well,” Jack sighed, scratching behind the brown ears on top of his head, “Just do it gently. I’ve heard cats can get...prickly. Hannibal doesn’t seem the type but you never know.” 

“I’ll try.” 

“And maybe I’ll start looking for another psychiatrist to...help you through your...problem.” 

Will nodded and left Jack’s office, feeling a bit better, and yet as he waited for the elevator doors to open he knew he’d miss that aspect of all this. 

His weekly visits to Hannibal’s office were nice, friendly, and Will didn’t genuinely hate them. Hannibal treated him like a person, more so than most humans did, and as much as he wasn’t attracted to him he wanted to remain friends. 

Would that even be possible after this? 

The doors opened and Will was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t notice he wasn’t alone till the doors closed. 

“Hello, Will.” 

Hannibal’s accented purr startled him, making Will jump in surprise. “Hannibal,” he squeaked, coughing, “I...I didn’t notice you. Sorry.” 

“You seem upset. Is there an assignment from Jack that’s troubling you?” 

“No,” he whispered, squeezing his hands at his sides, “Nothing like that.” 

“I see.” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I was looking for you,” Hannibal said honestly, “And as you were not home I suspected you to be here.” 

Will blushed. “Oh.” 

“Is there something the matter?” 

He couldn’t bring himself to look at him. “No.” 

“Will...” 

“Not here,” he mumbled, shaking his head, “It’s best if we...” 

The elevator suddenly lurched and he fell back only to have Hannibal catch him. He stared up into Hannibal’s amber eyes, surprised, and pulled himself away a moment later. 

“What was that?” 

Hannibal walked to the elevator buttons and pressed them. 

Nothing happened. 

“It seems we’re stuck. The elevator must have stalled.” 

Will sighed, leaning against the wall. “Perfect.”

Hannibal smiled at him. “Is it?” 

He frowned. “I didn’t mean...” 

“We will have some time alone together until it’s fixed I suspect. If you wanted to talk about your problem now....” 

“No,” Will sighed, “I...” 

“Will, you’ve never had a problem speaking your mind to me before. What is it that makes this different?” 

He blushed, looking down at his shoes. “It’s not--”

“Is this because of my interest?” 

Will looked up at him. “Um...” 

He watched Hannibal’s face fall. “I see.” 

“It’s been a few weeks and really I like talking to you in sessions but---” 

Hannibal moved as far away from him as possible. “No, it’s perfectly fine. I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated to accept my courting if you weren’t attracted.” 

Will’s stomach tightened. “I’m not....into shifters. Okay? I haven’t really ever been that much into men in general. It’s not you, it’s---” 

“Please, don’t,” Hannibal hissed, his eyes suddenly flashing, “I do not need your pity.” 

“Hannibal...” 

“I think it best if you call me, Dr. Lecter from now on. I’d prefer it.” 

The dismissal made Will sadder than it should have. “Ok.” 

Silence followed, and while Will’s phone didn’t work he was able to track fifteen minutes passed before someone’s voice came through the speaker. 

“Hello in there!” 

They both looked up from where they sat on the elevator floor and Will shot up rushing to the speaker. 

“Hey, we’re stuck!” 

“We see that! It’ll be a bit of a wait, fellas! Bobby called off sick and he’s the only one who knows how to handle number three but we’re calling in the repair guys who’ll be here in an hour.” 

Will sighed. “Fine. Just...let us know.” 

“Will do!” 

He saw Hannibal had moved away from him again and seemed to be doing everything he could not to acknowledge Will’s existence. 

“It--” 

“I heard,” Hannibal said, glaring at him, “I have very good hearing.” 

The pale brown ears at the top of his head were down low in his anger. Will had never seen them look like that before. “I know.” 

“And I’m very highly sought after,” Hannibal continued, “Many others want to mate with me. Many, many, others.” 

“I...” 

“Cat shifters are amongst the highest regard to mate with, did you know that?” 

Will blushed. “Yes.” 

“And yet...” 

“It’s me, Han---Dr. Lecter. Not you. You’re...great. Attractive, nice, and just...great.” 

Hannibal frowned, his ears raising. “And yet you do not find yourself attracted to me.” 

“No.” 

“Have you even attempted to see me in that regard?” 

Will cocked his head. “What do you mean?” 

“Have you...let yourself see me in that regard? Thought of me when you were pleasuring yourself? Imagined what mating with me would be like?” 

Will felt his cheeks redden. “No.” 

“Why?” 

“I just...didn’t.” 

Hannibal crawled closer to him, staying on his hands and knees as he looked at Will. He could smell his aftershave, and the light in his eyes was oddly beautiful. 

“Because you don’t think you ever could or because you’re afraid if you did you wouldn’t want to stop?” 

Will licked his lips. “Hann...” 

Hannibal leaned down to run his tongue across Will’s knuckles. He shivered, and a sudden throb of desire seemed to kick in. “I would do my best to pleasure you, Will. As much as you could handle and often.” 

He nuzzled Will’s hand now, and Will couldn’t resist scratching under his chin. 

“Dr. Lecter...” 

“Hannibal,” he purred, looking up again, “Please, Will...call me Hannibal.” 

Will’s cock twitched. “Hannibal, this...” 

“Are you interested now, Will?” 

“Yes,” Will said without hesitation, “What are you doing to me?” 

Hannibal smiled and licked Will’s hand again. “Absolutely nothing.” 

Will sighed. “No, you have to be. I...” 

“You saw me as a sexless figure, Will, and were unable to get past that. This seems to have been what was stopping you.” 

“No, I’m not even into shifters.” 

Hannibal lifted his head and Will watched as his whiskers grew more prominent. 

“Perhaps you’re only into me.” 

He reached up to touch Hannibal’s cheek and swallowed past the dryness in his throat. “Or you’re using some kind of cat sex trick on me.” 

Hannibal climbed up into his lap and Will groaned as he felt him grind against his already hardening cock. “Mmmm...” 

Will found it hard to concentrate on anything else, grabbing hold of his hips and arching up to meet the tease. “Fuck...” 

He licked across Will’s cheek and the loud purr he gave made Will whimper. 

“Shall I stop?” 

“No,” Will sighed, “Fuck, don’t...” 

The sudden lurch of the elevator made them both pause. Will felt them start to move and they looked at each other. Hannibal smiled and teased another lick to Will’s cheek. 

“It seems we’ll have to continue this another time.” 

He got up and Will whimpered at the loss. “Wait!” 

Hannibal stared down at him smugly. “It seems...you’re attracted to shifters after all.” 

Will sighed. “You can’t just leave me like this.” 

The elevator doors opened and Hannibal walked through to the other side. He turned to wink at Will. “If you’re interested in continuing our...discussion...you know where to find me.” 

And with that he was gone. 

Will stood up slowly, blushing as several people stared at him, and rushed out of the elevator. His cock was so hard he could barely walk and yet he got to his car barely able to stop thinking about Hannibal. 

The minute he was alone he had to resist the urge to jerk off. 

“Fuck.” 

It seemed he was interested after all. 

#hannigram au #cat shifter hannibal #human will #my writing #random ideas #not beta'd

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Road Warrior

Summary: time apart makes time together, in any way that you can, that much more special

Word Count: a little over 12.2K (oops?)

Warning: this is a full rollercoaster ride of feelings across the spectrum – there’s love and fluff and soft, there’s some pangs, there’s a beat of angst, there’s smut.

Author Notes: So, it’s been 6ish weeks since I’ve posted something that wasn’t a babble. I’ve felt clogged and stuck in a way I haven’t in ages. I did not like it. I tried pushing the muse, she wasn’t having it. I backed away from the two stories I was oscillating between and just stopped for a beat. I read some, I tried some prompting, then this gif and a photoset hit back to back. The idea for this just hit me like a ton of bricks. Then the words just came and came and came again. This is the longest piece of fic I’ve ever written.

This falls early in the story of these two, I think this is a cornerstone in the foundation of them. What pieces them together, what makes them THEM. It feels to me that this comes after All’s Fair In Love & Basketball and before Spill The Beans, Break The Ice. Another one that can easily be read as a stand alone but would all add up a little better if you’ve read some of the verse.

“You’re staying tonight right?” he asks, popping out of his closet with a bunch of random shirts in his hands to be folded. “Car’s coming just before you need to leave for the office, so I want as much time with you as possible.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” you smile. “Get my fill of you before you’re gone and on the road for 72 days.”

He tosses the clothes haphazardly into the open suitcase next to his dresser and slides next to you on the bed.

“I can make room in my bag and pack you instead,” he teases, nuzzling your temple while taking your hands between his. “You’d be more exciting than more shirts, socks and extra guitar strings.”

You can’t help but giggle a little before leaning your head on his shoulder.

“We’re going to be okay right Shawn?” you say softly, looking at the way your hands lock together. “I know I’m probably being silly, but this is still sort of new, and you know I’m still kinda dealing with the nerves at times, Rockstar. I know we haven’t talked talked. I like where this is going, I’m pretty fond of you, you know. I trust you, it’s not that, but. God, I keep saying but. I’m sorry, I told myself I wouldn’t let this all ruin our night together.”

“Hey, hey it’s ok’s you’re fine,” he replies, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re not crazy and you’re not ruining anything; there’s no need to be sorry. It’s a lot, hell it’s a lot for me too. This is my first time hitting the road having someone like you in my life. It’s not going to be the easiest, only saving grace for us is that it’s not Europe or Asia with crazy time difference. It’s just bopping around North America. I know it’s soon; it feels like we just found our footing in all this, in the us of it and it’s been so great. Now, I’m heading out for two and a half months. We’ll talk, text, FaceTime, all of it. Timing will suck at certain passes, but I want this, I want to make it work. Always know it’s not you, never ever you. Plus, you’re coming out for the last weekend of shows, which gives us both something to count on. You’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me, pretty girl.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, bringing your tangled hands up to dust a kiss on the back of his. “I want to be stuck with you, by the way. I kinda like you.”

Shawn frees a hand, shifting your face and cupping a cheek in his palm with his thumb trailing across your cheekbone. He leans in to kiss you ever so gently, “Feeling is so very mutual.”

“Can I help you finish packing?” you question as he still has your face in his palm. “I promise I’ll only steal one, maybe two things”

“Only if we call it after. Shower and cozy down cuddles?” he murmurs, kissing the tip of your nose. “And I’m leaving you a key. You come here whenever you feel you need ok? Promise?”

You nod, biting your lip.

Day One

The morning brings a bit of a heavier goodbye, sniffing on your end, glassy eyes on his. You steal his beige knit sweater with the random patches of open weave to wear over a black cami and leggings. Not exactly the most pulled together office attire, but if you throw on some jewelry, it’ll work. You need a piece of him to have with you through the day. You walk out of the bedroom into the living room and right into his hold.

“This is another see you later,” he sighs into your ear, his arms tight around you. “Except this time, I get to leave with your kiss on my lips. It will work out, there may be bumps, but it will be us on the other side of it. Together. I won’t let it drift, or let you get away.”

You nod into his chest, nose rubbing against the soft cotton of his hoodie.

“I won’t either, Shawn. You’re too special to me,” you respond, chin leaning on his sternum to look up at him. “We both know what it’s like to work hard, we’re just adding something else we want to make a priority is all.”

“And you are, a priority. Even when things get fucking bonkers. Please remember you are,” he replies.

You pop up on your toes to kiss him soundly and his hands come to grip your hips. He’s holding on tightly, there may be bruises later but you’re okay with it. You’ve got a few other little gifts littered across the skin under the sweater from him. There may be one or two you left him with as well.

He leans his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you tightly while your hand comes up to trail through his curls. You’re lost like that for a good couple minutes until you hear his phone go off.

“Walk down with me?” he questions softly, kissing you between each word.

You nod, taking one of his hands from your side to lace with yours.

“You have everything? Passport, AirPods, all the iProducts?” you ask, as he slings his backpack over one shoulder before grabbing his suitcase handle. You grab your bag, knowing you can’t come back in just yet without him there. Maybe in a few days, but not today.

“Triple checked,” he confirms, squeezing your hand as he leads you out towards the elevators.

The dark SUV is waiting at the curb for him when you get to the lobby. He lets go your hand and the suitcase handle at the same time, shifting his backpack on fully. You bite your lip to keep it from wobbling. You thought your resolve would hold, but he’s wiggled his way under your skin in a pretty special way.

“C’mere pretty girl,” he pulls you into his grasp, his head leaning in the space between your neck and your shoulder. “I’m coming back to you, ok? Don’t doubt that.”

“I won’t Shawn, I promise,” you reply. “I’m going to be here when you do. You remember that.”

He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead before sliding you closer and kissing you thoroughly. He dusts a few light ones after as you both catch your breath, nose to nose.

“You need to go, you’ll be late,” you mutter against his lips, sipping from them once more. “I don’t need Andrew and Cez mad at me already before you even are officially on the road.”

“I’ll text you when we get into San Francisco, we’ll figure out a time to talk if not tonight, for sure tomorrow,” he says with conviction.

“Go be awesome, Rockstar,” you kiss him one last time before nudging him towards the door. He squeezes your hand, nuzzling your temple with a whispered ‘see you soon sweetheart’ before heading out to the SUV waiting for him.

Sweetheart was a new one. It rolls and wraps around you like a lingering hug from him as you make your way to the office. You like it. You’ll tell him so when you talk next. Rosalie stops you just before you get set to making a tea in the pantry, a smile on her face and a box in hand.

“There’s a delivery for you in your office that came in just before you did,” she explains. “This just got here as you walked in. I’ll drop it on your desk. Also, take your time, going to be a quiet one today with the one team out in Banff for that meeting.”

Tea in hand, you walk into your office. Waiting for you is nondescript box wrapped in butcher paper and a blue sparkly ribbon along with an envelope slid between the bow and the box.             You snag the card first.

Know it’s not me per se but close perhaps? Maybe this little guy can be a bit of a substitute and keep my place warm with you while I’m gone. I at least trust his intentions ;) – S

You can’t help but giggle incessantly when you peek inside the box. Tucked amongst a bunch of confetti laced tissue paper is a dark, curly furred teddy bear with honey brown eyes. What made you laugh out loud though, is that he was very much dressed in what you lovingly call cuddlebug Shawn mode. This little guy has a heathered grey hoodie and blue plaid flannel pajama pants. He even has a tiny acoustic guitar strung across his back. You pick him up out of the box, he’s soft all over, squishy in the right places. As you run your fingers over its fur and across the strings of the tiny hoodie, you swear you catch a whiff of your boy coming from him.

“He would,” you murmur, burying your fingers deeper through the curls of the bear.

Around his neck though, a flash of silver caught your eye. It’s long, on the bear at least. It’s a silver locket, the same size and shape as the silver medallion he always wears. The filigree detail on the front is super fine and delicate. You pop it open and inside is a tiny dried, pressed forget me not. Your breath catches. You carefully unlatch the chain from around the bear’s neck and fasten it around yours, fingers carefully tracing over it as it sits just so on your breastbone. You tuck the teddy back into his box for now and shift focus to the other gift of the day. The box Rosalie had is on your chair, and the inside box is blatantly from Laduree. You don’t even need to open it to know what’s inside. The card on top though, you read before sneaking a cookie from one of the sleeves.

I know you and you’re going to want (and need) something like this today. There’s going to be a few bottles of wine waiting for you at home when you get there too. Also, next weekend – you’re being invaded. I’m in Friday mid-afternoon so, be prepared! Thank your boy for the gift of me, is all his doing. He’s a special one. Love ya girly <3 Didi

“This boy,” you sigh, leaning back in your chair wiping at your eyes and grateful you didn’t do mascara today.

Setting the bar high, aren’t you? Mini me bear Shawn with his little extra gift and Didi for a weekend? You spoil me entirely too much. Thank you, really. He’ll keep me warm, but I definitely prefer the real deal. Fly safe, Shawn <3

Thankfully, Rosalie was right. The office was quiet for a Tuesday, but you’re grateful for it. No video calls, a few of conference calls and a ton of emails aside from regular work. Your phone pinged off in rapid succession at around 5:45 as you were trying to wrap up for the day.

I feel like I spoil you the appropriate amount or sometimes not enough, but we’ll agree to disagree ok? :)

That little guy and I had a long talk, he’s up to the challenge of being my stand in so you’re in good paws with him. And I just helped Didi bump up some plans she had going herself is all.

Finally on the ground, we looped SFO for like an hour because of runway traffic but I did get this sick shot!

(Photo of Golden Gate Bridge with one big fluffy cloud in the background)

May have a dinner now I need to deal with after we settle in and go through a pre pro meeting according to Cez, but I want time with you tonight even if it’s just 5 min.

Dinner is a thing – FaceTime me when you get back to your place? I’ll have time for you before I need to be presentable, time change on our side ftw!

Can I say I miss you already? Is that allowed to be a thing? Cause I do, miss you <3

The flurry of texts makes you giggle and tug at your heart a bit, and it’s only been a couple of hours. It’s an easy decision to head home right then and there.

You have impeccable timing; I was just wrapping up for the day. Should only be a quick hop back to my place.

“So, sweetheart huh?” you smile, cozying into the corner of the couch watching him flop down onto the bed stomach first.

He tinges pink.

“I need to step up the game from Rockstar then,” you tease as the color spreads further across his cheeks and nose.

“Are you done teasing me?” he quips, shifting about again to prop the phone against a pillow. “Is this how this is going to be while I’m on the road?”

“I kid because I care, my dear,” you reply. “Eh, that one needs some work. Ok, but not the go to. Doesn’t feel you enough.”

He laughs brightly. You fall into sync and talk for a good 20 minutes about everything and nothing, your days, what the rest of the week is shaping up like. Then an alert goes off on his phone.

“Time to get a move on. Need to get pulled together enough for this meeting that I can go right from there to dinner,” he sighs, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “One day down. I’m glad this worked out. Like seeing your face, pretty girl.”

“Go, go. I’ll text you tomorrow,” you bite through fighting back a yawn, suddenly super sleepy. “We’ll figure next FaceTime date then.”

“Get some rest. Goodnight sweetheart,” he says softly, blowing you a kiss before disconnecting.

Day 12

I’m sorry, Shawn. Still stuck on a call with the clients from Stockholm. I thought we’d be done before you needed to head to the station :(   UGH. Are you jammed with them until you have to get to the building for soundcheck?

You unmute the line to chime in about the latest opportunities the company could have supporting some of the local conservation efforts, specifically with teaching schoolchildren about environmental impacts. By the time you were done and were able to end the call off your desk line, your cell phone unfortunately forgotten for those few moments, you missed a few messages.

You’re being a bad ass; I can’t fault you for that. Work goes on aside from my wacky schedule. This is the one with the student programming, right?

Interview, performance, meet and greet, liners, some web thing then straight to the arena. Full pack with this group. Sound check shouldn’t be long though. After that but before power nap and pre-show hoopla? We’re 2 hours behind because Arizona is so weird with time change so like 4ish your time?

You were supposed to have another call, but it was something internal. Something you could push, even just to get a few minutes with him.

I’ll push my call, Josue won’t mind. It’s just an internal catch up on something for an Ottawa client. Putting you on my calendar for 30! <3 Call? FT?

Josue is more than happy to shift, even saying he can download you on email if you bring the good coffee and treats when it’s your turn for Friday morning staff pick me up next week.

Call unfortunately for now unless something changes, idk if I’ll have my room alone or if I’m hiding in the bus. But need time with you however I can take it. We’ll figure out FT when we talk later. Go run the world.

He finds a box waiting for him in his dressing room when he walks in with Brian and Cez, having a few moments to be just after soundcheck.

“Oh good, they brought it over. That showed up for you at the hotel, arrived there after we already left for the station. I thought you may want to open it now and not wait,” Cez explains as he scrolls through some emails on his phone. “Come on Brian, let’s give him some space.”

“So, it’s that kind of present then?” Brian snickers before Cez pushes him towards the door.

“Let’s go smart ass. I’ll be back for you Shawn a little before 4 for the meet and greet,” Cez calls as they walk away.

He flips open the box to find another box, this one brightly wrapped with an envelope stuck to the top with a bow. He snags the card first.

When I was away at college, one of the best things was getting care packages especially when I least expected them! Here’s a little taste of that for you, Shawn. Some fun, some practical, some sweet, some absolutely nonsensical. Most of it’s for you but share with the boys as you will. Miss you Rockstar <3

The box was exactly that: two extra phone chargers and another two extra wires because you know how he loses them, a new AirPods charging slide with a deep grey marble case cover, another one of his favorite writing journals, a box of the pens he likes to steal from you when he thinks you’re not looking, a couple tins of his favorite tea, a box of homemade baked goodies, a massive bag of Blow Pops, a bouquet of Tootsie Roll pops, a handful of packages of both Haribo gummy bears and fruit snacks, 2 silly stress ball men whose eyes pop out when you squeeze it, a bunch of random rubber band shooters with a bag of bands, four tubes of glow bands and a rainbow selection of Halloween eye masks.

You’re beyond, you know that? This is amazing, thank you. Cannot wait to talk to you later, pretty girl.

Day 20

The day starts out innocent enough. It was a normal day at the office and with him somewhere still out west, you’ve lost track. Maybe Denver at this point? It’s at least a 2-hour time difference now, that you do know. You get out of a meeting, settling into your office when a text pops through from him.

I miss you, pretty girl. I miss waking up next to you.

You echo the sentiment, skimming back into the brief you just got for a project that you’ll be fully leading out on.  You go head down into work, not paying much mind to your phone for a good block. When you flip back to it, you’re welcomed to two more messages.

I miss your heart beating with mine, how you fit just so in my arms. I miss you in bed with me.

The next is a photo that makes you lose breath. The light streaks over him from what’s probably a recently opened curtain, his hair is a riot of curls and a bit of a wicked smile over his lips. He’s got one arm bent behind his head. The crisp white bedsheets still a mess from the night before and they’re slung just oh so low enough on his hips to know there’s nothing underneath them. Well at least not clothing.

“Shit,” you blurt out loud, but thankfully not loud enough to carry even through your closed office door.

He then progresses to texts you did not expect.

I miss your hands on me, I miss your mouth on mine, how you taste on my tongue, the way you sound when you come.

You flush, even when he’s trying to be dirty, he still sounds beautifully lyrical.

I miss how your breath always catches when I slip into you for the first time, how you get so tight around me, how wet and turned on you get when I’m fucking you.

You quickly get up to DND all the settings for your door card and your work line.

I AM STILL AT WORK SHAWN PETER. What is this? Where is this coming from?

You try to finish the last few emails you must get through in your inbox, you’re not sure what’s going on with this boy of yours.

Can we talk later, FaceTime? Pretty please pretty girl?

You know where he’s going with this. You’ve passed the teasing, alluding texts here and there, a few slightly risqué photos but not this. Not yet at least. And it’s obvious by his build up he’s getting to now, what it will lead to.

As long as you behave while I’m still at the office. Some of us just can’t fuck all in their bed at whatever time of day it is where you are.

You try to shake out the haze settling over your brain when your phone goes off again.

Fuck all is right; I wish it were you though. You’ll always be the better option.

He sends a photo, but you refuse to even open it while at your desk. You have a fairly good idea of what he’s up to.

“Damnit Shawn,” you sigh, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. There’s no way you’re going to be able to finish what you need to if he keeps this up. You flip off a few random gifs, so you don’t have the photo immediately in your chatline.

This is not behaving because I think I know what you’re sending me there, Rockstar. What are you up to here?

It’s early in your day, but you toy with the idea of ducking out.

Can you head home early? You’re all flushed. You’re coming down with something, I think.

“This boy I swear,” you exhale, already shutting down your computer.

I’ll be home in 20, think you can control yourself for a little bit longer?

As you key into your apartment finally, your phone buzzes again. You’ve missed two other messages.

Yes, yes and yes.

I still wish that it’s your hands around me right now.

That makes you warm all over as you walk back into your bedroom, losing almost everything you wore to the office that day. For now, leaving on the thin cami, bra and panties. Before you duck into the bathroom, you scroll back to that photo. It’s what you assumed, though seeing it makes you even warmer; his right hand wrapped around his dick, hard and flushed a deep pinkish purple. You have to take a quick wash of your face because you have a notion that once you’re in bed you won’t get out of it for a bit and really, to help you cool down a little. Once you grab the little drawstring bag from your bedside table and start to settle down onto your bed, another text rings through.

So, what are you wearing?

“Whaaaat?” he whines, scrubbing a hand over his face as soon as you connect on FaceTime.

“That’s what you start out with? And on text? That’s like the epic cliché for a dude who wants to get some, Shawn,” you laugh. “Especially considering I know how dirty you can get on text after the show you put on a few minutes ago.”

“Don’t laugh at me,” he groans, burying his face into the pillow. There’s enough light from the open curtains you can see how pink he is, even through the phone’s camera.

“You’re hiding from me now, Rockstar? After ‘what are you wearing’?” you tease. “Or your little diatribe about how you like when I come on your tongue or when I have my lips around your cock?”

“Sweetheart,” he moans, his free hand shifting down from behind his head. “You. God, you sound so good.”

“Isn’t that the point?” you question, shifting around in your bed to get more comfortable. “Get you turned on like that. You did that to me before at the office, then again when I looked at that photo you sent with you fisting yourself.”

“You liked that? Me all hard and wanting you?” he gets breathy as he speaks. “See what thinking about you does, what you do to me.”

“Get mouthy. I know you want to, I know you can,” you egg him on, trying to push his buttons to get him riled up to the point where he was before with you. This time though with you right there to see and be seen.

“Fuck,” he licks his lips. “Yeah? You’re sure?”

“I miss you like this too Shawn,” you admit, fingers tracing over your collarbone. “I’ve missed your hands on me, your lips, your tongue, your dick.”

“You have to too, pretty girl,” he counters, fighting back another deep rumbling from his chest. “Tell me what you want. I need to hear you, see you. Want to make you feel good, make you come.”

“Please Shawn,” you whimper, your fingers tracing the swell of your breast against the cotton of your cami. “Want to get you riled up, watch you come for me. I want to come for you too.”

“I think you’re wearing far too much,” he purrs. “I think we need to get you caught up but not before you let me see what you had on today.”

“If I knew this was happening, I’d have picked something far prettier,” you remark, flipping the tank top over your head.

“You know I have no complaints with your choices in lingerie. Ever. Fact you let me see it on you at all is a privilege,” he chuckles. “Let’s see come on, show me please.”

You were happy you at least slipped on a matching set today. Deep forest green lace with boyshorts. You angle and tilt the phone down so he can see not only the cups of your bra but the line of lace at your hips.

“Oh honey, that is pretty. You’re so damn pretty,” he coos. “Touch yourself, like you’d want me to if we were together.”

His breath stutters as he watches you flick and twist one of your nipples through the lace before peeling the cup back to do the same against bare skin. You both groan.  

“Show me,” you murmur, head bending back into the pillow as you pinch it again. “Want to see you too.”

He grunts deep before flipping the camera shot. He’s harder than before, the head of his cock a deeper red, tinged with purple. His hand moving in slow, easy strokes, squeezing the tip slightly on the up.

“You’re so hard, Shawn, look at you,” you play coy, your free hand slipping to tease the lace trim on your boyshorts. “That all for me?”

“Only you,” he whines, flipping the camera back so you see his face. “Time for you to take off all that lace sweetheart.”

You prop the phone on the pillow next to you, slipping your bra away first then shimming your panties off. You twirl them around on your finger in front of your phone and laugh before snagging it back up.

“All gone,” you giggle, smiling wide as you cup your breasts together to show him your bare skin.

“God, how I miss you,” he whimpers. “You are just so stunning. I’m damn lucky I get to call you mine.”

“I miss you too, Shawn. Wanna show me how much?” you poke, your hand making a trail down your stomach. “You’ve got me all naked in my bed. Tell me how you want me, what you want me to do.”

“I wish that was my mouth making its way down your skin like that,” he sighs. “Bury my head between your thighs and lick you until you’re writhing. Flick your clit against my tongue to the point when I get your legs to shake around me. You always get so fucking wet when I’m eating you out. I can’t ever get enough of how you taste.”

You can’t help but run your hand down further, start circling your clit and whine. Your fingers may be enough tonight you’re wound so tight. It’s been a few days since you’ve gotten off too, that plays in yours, and his, favor this evening.

“Yeah, you like that huh?” he mutters, his own breath growing short. “Fuck, don’t hold back. Don’t bite that lip of yours. You look so good like this. Let me hear you. Just like I was there.”

“Shawn please,” you sob, speeding and tightening the circles, pressing down a little more.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he pushes, his own hand tightening around him. “You wanna come? You want it like it was my mouth milking it out of you or you want it like my cock buried deep inside you?”

“Shit,” you draw out.

“Come on sweetheart, gotta tell me so I can get you there,” he pants, trying to stave off the build he’s starting to feel watching you. “Need you to come for me, see you fall apart. I want to know how you want it.”

“Fuck me, please. I want your dick in me and your thumb on my clit to get me there. Please, please Shawn,” you practically beg.

He hisses not expecting you to go there, shifting down to roll and pull at his balls. He knows if he keeps up the assault on his cock the way he has, he’d come far, far too soon. He wants to enjoy this, enjoy you before he comes himself.

“You know how much I like sinking into you, watching your eyes go wide and start to roll back when my head just starts to stretch you and slip inside,” he utters, that thought even making him throw his head back. “The way you just clench around me, you’re always so warm and wet and tight. I never will be sick of that feeling.”

“Oh, oh, I’m so close,” you stutter out, hand flicking even faster. “Shawn, Shawn please.”

“That’s it honey, you look so damn good like this. I’ll never be tired of seeing you this way,” he urges, hand back to skimming over himself just slightly. “Just like that. How I want that to be my hips slipping against yours, grinding my dick deep in you. When you get this close, you flutter around me and I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything better. Come on, come for me. Please sweetheart, show me how pretty you are when you come.”

It hits you hard and fast, hearing his voice that raspy asking for you to come for him. You lock eyes with him and cry out, arching your back. You work yourself through it until you’re far too sensitive to keep even a light circle going against your clit.

“You feeling good over there?” he teases.

“You’re how damn far away and you just made me come like a freight train,” you mutter, reaching for a tissue.

“Lemme see first,” he bites out quickly, his hand speeding up a little against his cock.

“You wanna see how wet you got me, Shawn?” you ask. “That going to wind you up more? Knowing how you still get me going, even this way? How even just your voice and how dirty your mouth gets can still make me come this hard?”

“Yeah,” he groans as you lift your hand towards the phone. “Shit, look at that.”

“It’s all your turn now,” you reply, quickly wiping your hand. “How do you want me? On my knees sucking your deep?”

“I’d never say no to your mouth,” he huffs out. “But it’s not gonna take much. Watching you come like that, god I already know I’m not going to last. I want to fuck you. Ride me? I love having you in my lap. Want my lips sucking at your nipples while you’re sliding down my dick, settling down on me.”

“My hands in your hair, tangled up in those damn curls of yours. My mouth on that spot on your neck, the one on the left side that just makes you squirm when I latch onto it every single time,” you start. “I hit that spot and you always rock your hips up into me. Doesn’t matter if we’re just making out or you’re inside me. When I’m on top of you like that though, you always slide further, deeper.”

“Yes, yeah just like that honey,” he moans loudly, free hand pawing at his own chest while the one around him starts to speed up even more. “Need you, need more of you.”

“Want me bouncing on your cock? Or do you want me grinding down and circling? I know you; you want both. Grinding first, then when I feel you getting even harder, that’s when you’re close. That’s when you want me to pull off you slowly, then slam back down on you. Isn’t that right, Shawn?” you draw out.

“You feel so good. So, so fucking good. God yes,” he sobs, his strokes now shorter, fingers hitting closer to that spot just under the head that makes his hips tipping up even more. “Shit. Wanna come inside you. Please, sweetheart. Please let me come inside you. I love how it feels when I come in you, you’re all warm and wet.”

“Let me see you come, Shawn. Let go for me. Lemme see those pretty eyes of yours when I make you fall apart into pieces and come. Please come for me,” you plead.

His eyes flash open, only a tiny ring of brown visible. His jaw drops and he lets go the most delectable sounds. His hand slows as the last strangling noise leaves his lips.

“Oh, oh shit. Oh. Wow,” he huffs. “I don’t think I’ve come that hard and that much since the first night we slept together.”

He flips the camera again, he’s definitely a mess of come with puddles and streaks all up his stomach, pooling in certain dips of his abs. His cock, twitching slightly, when you bite your lip to fight back a moan.

“Are you trying to make me want to come again?” you huff out.

“I’d need a few to catch my breath because damn,” he exhales, reaching for what you think is a hand towel to mop himself up.

“Honey?” you prod after he’s clean and breathing at a normal pace again, his eyes are back open to focus on you.

“Yeaaaaah,” he chirps back. “Our thing now. Add it to the list.”

“Mmkay. I miss you,” you sigh. “I want to cuddle up on you right now.”

“Me too. Kiss all over your face,” he replies. “Miss you too pretty girl. Miss you so damn much. This will help keep me for a bit, I’ve got something new to use for some fuel without you. I think though that we need to do this again soon. Cause hot damn.”

“You’re such a boy,” you giggle.

“Your boy though,” Shawn smiles, making kissy faces at you.

Between Day 34 and Day 41

It has been a few days of just missing each other, timings were all off, his schedule is changing on the fly to the point that neither you nor he could both keep up anymore aside from the definite moments of shows. The label was adding things left and right, days off were slipping away. Missed calls and FaceTimes, texts going unanswered for hours, not the normal lag times you’ve both become accustomed to. It took this long to finally hit the skid you both knew would eventually come, what you didn’t realize was how hard it would shake you and how deep it would run.

You end up taking a work from home day and you work from your home, not his place despite wanting to post up there to just have a better sense of feeling close to him. You need to be able to have those mood swing moments from mad to upset to indifferent without folks in your office poking in to see what’s got you in a tizzy. It’s been three days now of just clipped responses via text, short and unlike the Shawn you’ve grown to know and care for, a “k” here or a yes/no there and zero tries or asks about getting calls or anything set up, let alone trying to talk with you over text about anything. You were trying, but it stopped last night. The ball is now in his court. You also have a major proposal that needs to be approved internally and out the door to a client by the end of the day tomorrow. You live and breathe work those two days, barely functioning outside of it. Partly because of your deadline, partly to not face the feelings swirling around inside you.

You send a silly meme on Saturday morning to him feeling a little lighter after your work is complete. You’re met with nothing but the same silence you’ve faced for days. You crack on that night.

Instagram is a flood of photos and boomerangs and videos. It wasn’t one post; it was the whole crew. All of them posting throughout the night. You knew they were all busting your ass, so of course it made sense to have a night out to blow off steam with a supposed two days off following. It looks to be their typical wild night out. Which you don’t begrudge. However, you hadn’t heard a peep from him in three, going on four days. Not an emoji, not a missed call, a gif. Nothing. It wasn’t the night out that had you set off; it was the buildup of feeling like you don’t matter anymore, especially when things seem to get a little tricky.

You bite your lip to not only stop the wobbling, but to prevent you from the start of the tears. You press down so hard you draw blood. You don’t want to overreact, but everything you talked about, all that you promised each other feels like it was just empty words. This all isn’t it. This isn’t making you guys a priority despite all the outside forces that come down with a tour. Your mind is racing, wanting to let him know his actions have consequences. Your thoughts deserve more than a text, this was so much more than that. Knowing there’s no way he’d hear a ring wherever they were, between the noise and being too wrapped in their night, you hit call instead.

“I’m not sure what to say or how to say it, but it all boils down to that I’m really tired of feeling like shit because of you Shawn,” you start, sniffling. “Couple days of missing each other like passing ships shouldn’t result in you being short and moody to me for the time you have been, let alone followed up by total silence from you for days. Days, Shawn. Not hours, fucking days. That’s not okay. We knew it would be hard, we knew we’d have to put in the effort and the work, but we both seemed to agree to want it and each other. We were going to be a priority. We wanted this us of ours. We both have been putting in that work for like the last 30 something days. This last couple days, it’s not that. This is the opposite of it. A simple text saying you’re crazed or overwhelmed, something anything really would be better than this.”

You take a deep breath and, on the exhale, sob.

“If this is what happens when the going gets tough or tricky with you, I don’t want it. Ever. I’m not even sure me calling and telling you this will even matter, I don’t know a hell of a lot of anything right now,” you bite out between some tears. “I guess, I’d just like to know either way what the hell is going on if this is your not so subtle way of ghosting me to end it or what have you. More so, so I can settle my emotions and my heart around it all. I’m not mad, I’m just fucking sad and disappointed. Maybe more at myself for believing all you said to me.”

You end the call, throwing the phone across the room before tucking your knees up and fully breaking down. At some point you curl up in a ball on the couch and fall fitfully asleep there. Waking up around 11:45 am, beyond late for you, you still feel awful. This wasn’t some nightmare. It was very much real.

“Hell,” you sigh loudly, trying to pop your neck, back and shoulders as you decide what you need to do before facing the day and your phone.

When you manage to pick up your phone, by some miracle it did not break, the alerts and notifications are taking up your lock screen. 7 Missed FaceTimes, 18 missed calls, almost a dozen voicemails and about 30 texts from Shawn alone. Let alone the handful of texts and missed calls from Tristian, Hirashan, Miguel, Didi, Tomas and then surprisingly, his sister, Brian and Cez. You must shower, put on some fresh clothes and drink a copious amount of water to rehydrate after all the crying before you can even think about catching up on everything that’s on your phone.

You fire off a quick reply in the group text to Hirashan, Miguel, Didi and Tomas first.

Not sure how much you heard, or what you know or got told but it’s not pretty right now. I’m at my place and have been, I crashed after a draining phone call and a good sob. I need to get myself together. Let me wrap my head around what I’m waking up to. Thank you for all just being here and caring.

The shower and clean, comfy clothes help, as does the gigantic sparkling water you gulp down, taking the refill with you to the couch to finally address the elephant in the room, your cellphone. You scroll through the others first before getting to the plethora waiting for you from him.

My brother is a moron on a good day and I’m sorry he’s being an even bigger one now. I haven’t talked to him, so I don’t exactly know what all happened, but I heard him on with Mum and Dad before. He sounded like shit and I just heard him say how lost and broken you sounded. Which means he was an asshole somehow. I told him you’re too good for him when he brought you home for the first time. I’m on your side no matter what nonsense he pulls, cause again, he’s an idiot. Text me if you’re up for it. I won’t tell anyone, promise.

So, you know because I think you’d want to know, I’ve got him and I’m staying with him tonight. He refused at first, but I won out in the end. Got him into his room and he spilled out only about the voicemail you left, nothing more, then cried and crashed. I’m not taking sides, think of me as Switzerland. From someone who has done this road thing before many a time, it’s fucking hard, but it doesn’t excuse what I think went down. Going to try to talk to him more in the morning. I’m here for you too, my dear. What you guys have, it’s something special. Will help however I can.  

He won’t tell me what went down, but he’s pretty broken up. Wtf happened? Like I know, not my place, but I care bout you too. You’ve become a part of our little fam. If you don’t want talk to him, or even me really, just at least please text me to let me know you’re safe and ok as you can possibly be. C has him, which is a good thing as he’s good in those capable, responsible adult hands.

Even though I was friends first with him, doesn’t mean I don’t think of you as a good friend either. Talk or not, whatever you need. I’m a phone call, text or Uber ride away.

You tilt your head back on the couch, not expecting any of that from his people. You’re blown away, grateful. You only answer Cez.

Thank you. I’m glad you took him. Part of me wants you to beat the nonsense out of him, but that’s me running on emotions and shit sleep. I’m not going to say anything, at least not yet, let him get his piece out to you first. Thank you for being there, for both of us. Can you let Brian know I’m alright? He checked in as well and I just can’t do more than this, to you, yet. Talk soon, ok?

You take a deep breath, roll your neck and prepare yourself to dig into everything left. The first few from Shawn you couldn’t completely make out or decipher, but as you started scrolling through, they got a little clearer especially the last few.

I know sorry isn’t enough, it’s never going to be enough. Me missing you, schedules getting tossed about and not being able to sync, I shouldn’t have let it get to that point. Of like utter dissonance. Which turned into anxiety and anger and all these other emotions. But I am sorry, I’m so sorry.

I let it take over and fester and I was an ass to everyone, not just you, that’s not an excuse or a reason or justification or aaanything like that.

Fuck. I wish I could rewind the last few days.

I can say a lot, that I should have known better, because I do, that I shouldn’t have gotten that far in my head, that I should have talked to you straightaway, that I’m a jackass for hurting you and making you feel that way. I never should be the one to cause you that much pain and heartache and brokenness.

Your voice there, I never want to hear it that way, let alone be the one to make you sound like that.

I should never have let it get to the point where you think I don’t care; that you’re not someone I truly care for and want in my life or that you’re not a priority or that you feel my words are baseless and empty.

Because you are, you’re becoming the most important person in my heart.

My actions are inexcusable, full fucking stop, and I hate I’m texting this all to you, you’ll hear some of it in bits and pieces on the voicemails I left.

I want to say fuck it and sneak out to hop a plane back to you, to talk to you in person, to apologize in person, to see you pretty girl, so I can start to fix this.

Because I do. Want to fix this. I’m really hoping this isn’t broken, that you’re not broken to the point of beyond fixing. That I haven’t broken you or this to the point of disrepair.

There’s so much more I want to say to you sweetheart, but I don’t want to do it this way. Please call me, text me, something, when you’re ready.

You take to listening to all the voicemails, some were just dead air, him trying you again, some had broken versions of what he texted you. The last one got you because you heard him as despondent as you felt last night, his voice crackling with emotions, even crying at the end of the last one.

You began crying again in earnest at his crying.

“Damnit Shawn,” you sigh, crashing back on to the couch trying to figure out what to say, at least for now.

It shouldn’t take me calling like that, let alone getting that upset, to get you to stand up and pay attention Shawn. Please give me a beat to wrap my head around all this. I’ve listened to and read everything you sent; I need to sit with it - you owe me at least that.

I’m still fond of you, but I’m not liking you too much right now.

He rereads her texts before slumping over, hands pulling at his hair.

“Did you get in touch with her?” Cez asks, sitting down next to him.

“Kind of? She texted me back finally. The last one. It hurt. I deserve it though. All that matters is I royally fucked up and I don’t know if I can fix it, as much as I want to,” Shawn mumbles.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this invested,” Cez replies. “You both seemed to have a handle on trying to balance the road thing. At least minus this last week on your end. What happened?”

“It started out as just bad timing, missing each other and timing not meshing but then it was more of that. I got in my head, anxious and upset, sort of angry. Not at her but at what we were trudging through,” he begins. “It boiled up and over, honestly for no good reason other than I was tired and frustrated at the situation. I made it out to be like I was that way at her and towards her. I shut down. I was an asshole and did exactly the opposite of everything I promised her, that we really promised to each other before I flew out. I started to get that way around here too.”

Shawn sighs, sitting up and rubbing at his neck.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her. Funny way I have of showing it,” he sighs, flopping back on the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Love huh?” he prompts, trying to let Shawn lead the conversation.

“I almost said something before I left, but I didn’t want it to be questioned that I was saying it just because I was leaving. That’s not it. It’s, being with her, getting to know her, falling deeper with her, it’s all drilling down to really just loving her,” Shawn laments. “This feeling, her really, it’s found a space in me that takes up a place in my heart just like music and my family. She makes me a better version of me now that she’s in my life. I knew from the first moment we met, she was going to be special to me. Wasn’t sure what or how. But now? She’s so smart, cares more than anyone I know, she sees me for me and not all this other stuff I’m immersed in. She’s what I want. I don’t want this without her, man.”

“I think you figured out the start of what you need to tell her?” Cez questions.

“I started to, in the texts and the rambling voicemails, but I need to talk it out with her, whenever she’s willing to talk to me. If she’s willing to talk to me,” Shawn utters.

“Talking though, communication, that’s what got you through the first chunk of this tour. Remember that. Be honest, be open with her, you owe her that. Take it from someone who has gone through it before. Make the time. Hell, tell me you need the time and I’ll do what I can on my end to help you with that. Please do yourself a favor though, don’t tell her you love her now over the phone after a fight. That’s meant for a good memory, and for you to be there with her, not amidst all this,” Cez notes.

“How’d you get so wise?” Shawn remarks. “I’m hoping she’ll be willing to talk to me. I need to fight for her, for us, for this. It’s too special. She’s my lightning in a bottle, Cez.”

“Give her the time, whatever she needs. Start slowly when she does. Prove to her, and to yourself, that everything you both said to each other does really mean something,” he responds. “Now come on, let’s go get you some air.”

“I know they’re finishing load in now, but do you think I can get in there today? Even for like half an hour?” he asks.  

The next morning, your phone pings off quickly in succession.

I promise you won’t hear from me after this until you’re ready, I want you to take whatever time and whatever you need.

But I’m sending this to you first because I don’t want you to be blindsided. I’m toying with dropping this tonight. I don’t know but I also think I need to have this moment of feelings out there. To be raw and vulnerable. Honest. Fully visible.

This isn’t the grandmaster fix, I know that, but this one has been bubbling up for a bit in me and it’s fitting, apropos even but you needed to get it and hear it first. Because it is for you, it is you.

It’s two files, a video and an audio. You click the video first. You’re a glutton for punishment, even when you’re upset with him.

Shawn has his phone propped up on the music rack of the piano he’s been touring with. He’s on stage, you can’t remember where he’s supposed to be playing tonight. It’s dim and he’s alone. He takes a deep breath, eyes closing slowly as he places his hands on the keys and he lays in. The chords are melancholy.  

“A tornado flew around my room before you came. Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain in Southern California, much like Arizona. My eyes don't shed tears, but, boy, they bawl,” he sings. “When I'm thinkin' 'bout you, I've been thinkin' 'bout you, I've been thinkin' 'bout you, do you think about me still? Do ya, do ya? Or do you not think so far ahead? 'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever.”

His voice isn’t like you’ve heard before, it’s got tinges of things you don’t want to even think about. That sound winds deeper into his voice as the song goes on.

“Damnit Shawn,” you stammer, a tear rolling down your cheek at the end of the video.

What do you do when the stupid manboy you’re upset with goes and pulls something epic to try to start making things up to you while he’s hundreds of miles away?

You shouldn’t, but you transfer the mp3 to your phone to sync to your Apple Music.

You got the song?

“Of course, he knew about it,” you mutter.

Does he mean it? I need you to shoot straight with me, Cez. I don’t need to know everything or anything he talked to you about, I’m not going to break that trust. But I need to at least know this. Please.

You’re not sure how to take this all. This isn’t the magic pill to swallow and everything will be fixed or okay, but this is something you can’t take lightly. He is completely right. It’s open and honest, emotional and raw. It hits you square in the gut, let alone the heart.

Without a doubt. Truly.

Won’t say much more, but I want you to know this. I’ve been with him for a while, through a lot with him. He’s like a son. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this in his feelings about anyone before.

You can’t let this rot away, as much as you’re hurting, and you want him to hurt like you do. It’s not good for anyone. You need to talk, to see if you can fix it. He seems to want to, you feel like you do. You won’t know for sure unless you talk and see him while you’re talking.

When does he have a free pocket today? Can you get him somewhere, safe and alone? With a laptop?

Your brain starts to spin, but your phone pulls you out of it.

I’ll make it happen. I’ll get him into my room, my laptop. Want to say 4:30? We’re still dark tonight and dinner isn’t set plans tonight. Even if it is, this will give you time without rushing. I’ll make sure of it.

Still enough time to wrap your head around what’s coming but not so much that you’re going to get caught up in it. Part of you wants to shower, but the other part wants him to see how much of a mess he’s made.

Perfect, thank you kind sir.

“Thanks for all this,” you fight out, still nervous.

“Of course, I only want the best for both of you. Remember that, not just him,” Cez half smiles. “Let me go get Shawn. Hold tight, he’s just next door.”

The next thing you know, Cez is pushing Shawn down by the shoulders to sit in the desk chair.

“Holy shit,” Shawn exclaims, eyes wide and slack jawed when he sees your face on the screen in front of him.

“No one knows you’re in here, but the door is fully locked up tight, I’ll be in the bedroom with door shut and earbuds in,” he replies, patting his right shoulder. “You two take your time.”

Once the door clicks shut behind Cez, you two just look at each other and you stay that way for a few moments. He looks tired, like he’s been pulling at his curls for hours. You know you can’t look much better.

“I’m afraid to start,” his voice trembling. “Because I don’t know…”

“Me either,” you whisper, swiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“Sweetheart, please don’t cry,” he pleads, holding back tears of his own. “I’m sorry, I’m so damn sorry.”

“I know you are,” you hiccup. “That doesn’t take away how you made me feel this week, Shawn.”

“I shouldn’t have let it get that far. My anxiety, my issues, I should have never taken it out on you, never made you feel like it was you when it was all on me and how I was coping. I shut down and shut off and that’s not right nor is it an excuse,” he explains. “I know better than this on how to manage my anxiety and it wasn’t right or fair to you whatsoever. It’s one thing when it’s just me. This is different, with us.”

“That wasn’t what I signed up for. That was the polar opposite of how we said we’d take things while you’re gone,” you sigh, swiping again at your tear stained cheeks. “We were doing as well as can be, then it was like a switch flipped.”

“I think the schedule getting fucked on my end threw me more for a loop than I thought it would,” he says, threading a hand through his hair. “Again, not an excuse but losing those pockets of time off, those days. It’s always been difficult and would make the anxiety spike, but I also only had me to worry about last time through. But I want to have to worry about you, think about you as a priority in all of this. I should have leaned on folks, leaned on you, pretty girl.”

“You know, this is what I was worried about. Before you left,” you tread carefully. “We knew it was going to be hard, but we were making it work. Almost halfway and we were getting through it. Damn Shawn last week was brutal. I don’t think I’ve felt that…discarded before.”

That’s what cracks him, a loud sniffle and the tears fall from there.

“It breaks me, that I was the one who made you feel like that,” he stammers. “I can’t get that tone you had from your voicemail out of my head. And that I drove you to it? It eats away at me. I want to fix this, this, us, it’s worth all the work, however hard it gets.”

“Are you sure about that?” you respond quickly. “Cause I just saw the opposite of that firsthand and my heart can’t take that again, Shawn. You’ll break me.”

“I’m committing myself more to this, to you. I’ll talk to Cez and Andrew, make sure I have actual breaks and not just run for 72 hours straight not knowing up from down,” he ticks off. “I will do whatever it takes to start earning the trust and respect back.”

“The song. Was that a first step?” you wonder about out loud.  

“The song,” he exhales. “I started toying with that first day in San Fran. Did you listen? Do you like it? It fit, trying to be present but looking forward. For me, to that day I got you from the airport before those last shows, to when I was back home with you, after that even.”

“It’s beautiful, you sound stunning on it,” you remark. “That song is why we’re on FaceTime right now. I think you should release it if you want. It’s your feelings, Shawn. Up to you if you want to share it with the world. Damnit, I miss you. And I don’t want to lose you, but last week…”

“Last week isn’t indicative of me.  I think, well at least I hope, you know that,” he jumps in. “The song was for you, is for you. I wouldn’t let it out there if you weren’t okay with it. It’s a statement, folks don’t know who or why, but you would. Honestly, that’s all that matters to me right now is you. Say the word and I’m on a plane back, I can get to you and be back in time for the show tomorrow night.”

“Cez and Andrew would kill me, then kill you, then come back to get me again,” you half chuckle, half sniffle. “I would love for you to be here, but I wouldn’t ask you to do that as much as I want you here. It means a lot that you’re offering and that you would though. I need this Shawn who is willing to do that with me for the last 30 some odd days of tour.”

“You mean that?” he asks, eyes glassy but brighter than you’ve seen.

“It’s going to take that work, from both of us, and I’m going to still be a little cautious, a little guarded. You must understand that though coming back into this. It’s going to take me a bit to be as easy as it was earlier on,” you lay out.

“Whatever you need, baby,” he replies.

“Baby?” you squeak out.

“Shit shit I’m sorry, it just slipped,” Shawn rambles. “I didn’t even…”

“No, no I just. That’s ok. It’s, I mean,” you stumble. “You’ve never called me that before. It’s, it feels intimate. I think I like it, coming from you. I never did before from anyone. I always shut that down right quick. But, you. It sounds right, the way you’re saying it, in your voice.”

“Yeah?” he prods, getting bashful.

You nod, turning an even brighter shade of pink. This wasn’t what you expected, but you’ll be cautiously optimistic about it.

“I miss you, pretty girl, so much,” Shawn props his chin on his hand looking at you softly. “Why don’t you go rest, it’s been a whirlwind the last bit to say the least.”

“I don’t want the bubble to burst,” you confess, pulling at your sleeves.

“Can I call you later? Please?” he requests. “I can text you when I know what the dinner plan is, then figure from there?”

“I’d like that,” you confirm, a slight smile sliding across your lips.

Day 48

You decide to take the weekend at the condo, needing to get away but not away away. Plus, you want to either despite of or because of, which honestly probably was a combination of both, the last blip, you have this need and sense to feel close to him in some way to try to keep putting the pieces back together.

You’re both still stepping cautiously, watching every step to get back to where you were before, so you text on Wednesday to ask if it’s ok if you head over after work on Friday and spend the weekend there.

I gave you the key for a reason, this one specifically. I still want you to feel like you have somewhere you can escape to while I’m not there if you need it. Please go. I’ll feel better knowing you’ll be there taking a breather.

You don’t get to leave the office on time Friday by any means, stumbling into Shawn’s place a little after 8. There’s a small vase of dusty lavender peonies studded with fresh lavender sprigs on the side table by the door, with a card propped against it clearly in his handwriting.

A few little things are here for your weekend to make you feel more at home, yet on a little retreat. Keep your eyes open, you may find things when and where you least expect it. Rest, relax and just be while you’re here, pretty girl. Miss you.

Those little things so far include more flowers on the kitchen island, your favorite wine and seltzer in the fridge along with a plethora of other things you’re fond of food wise. You send off a quick text before moving on.

How?

You wander down to the bedroom to drop your overnight bag and change. Fresh sheets on the bed, lavender scented candles on either bedside table, along with a familiar black tub and spray bottle from Lush on the table you’ve been calling your side when you’ve stayed over before, as well as a shirt you distinctly remember helping him pack folded neatly at the end of the bed on top of the extra blanket. You can see some other lavender goodies in a basket on the bathroom counter. You’re about to slide out of your work clothes and into the shower when a text alert chimes through.

I have my ways :)

His ways, you’re fairly sure, are either Tristian, but this is far too neat, thoughtful and pulled together. Or his Mom.

I’m calling your Mom tomorrow to thank her.

You shower quickly, sliding his shirt on after and grateful he sent it. It’s soft and has a strong, lingering scent of him woven into the worn cotton. You forgo anything else for the night and slip beneath the sheets before checking your phone again.

Can a man have no secrets?

My idea, you realize, all of it. Mum just helped make sure it fell into place exactly how I wanted it all to be for you.

Try to have a disconnected weekend. Mute shit on your phone, just not me. Delete shit if you must and reinstall it when you’re back at the office on Monday. You take care of you the next couple days. If there’s anything else you need, you tell or text me and I’ll make sure it, and you, are good. Call you after the show tonight, baby.

Day 54

Your mom just invited me to brunch and shopping with her and your sister on Saturday.

You really like his family; they’ve been nothing but warm and welcoming since Shawn introduced you all. They make you feel like you belong in this little unit with them even though you and Shawn are still navigating the newness and even more so now that you’re feeling a bit more on steady ground with him after a few weeks ago.

They miss you! And want to see you. But it’s not like I miss you. Also, closest thing to getting a real live dose of me is a dose of them. Mum’s idea. I’m all for it. Told her and Liyah you’d be game. I like you all talking and hanging out, even if it is without me. All my girls together and happy.

All my girls reverberates in your head, pinballing around your heart. It pulls at you. Your phone shakes you from your thoughts.

Don’t be worried, or nervous even. No bad motives here whatsoever. It’s a parental thing to want to do all this or so she tells me ;)

Just no crazy escapades, my sister is still a baby. Remember that.

You can’t help but giggle. This boy. How you miss him.

Ok so take off check out piercing places from the list. Good to know.

Your phone rings immediately.

Day 61

“Homestretch,” you sigh, falling deeper into the pillows. “Everything I borrowed from you doesn’t smell like you anymore. Makes me sad.”

“You know you can go into my closet or the drawers to snatch something else. Thank god it is the backstretch,” he agrees. “Soon enough, sweetheart. Me and you in that bed together.”

“S’not the same, Shawn. And you promise?” you whisper, eyes starting to flutter shut.

“Mmhmm, I’m turning my phone off for at least a week. Anyone desperately needs me; they can find me through you so it’s only the super important folks. I want us to figure out some time away from Toronto, just me and you. I want to make sure we get time for us, to make sure we get to reconnect without any noise. We’ll figure it out when I’m home with you,” he utters. “Baby, you’re fighting it. Don’t. Go get some sleep.”

“Just a little,” you murmur, nuzzling into the pillow. “Missed you though, Shawn. Wanted to talk at least even for a tiny bit. Mmm vacation. Somewhere warm, over Toronto cold.”

“Warm it is,” he whispers. “Sleep now. We’ll talk again tomorrow on FaceTime, an off day with just travel in the morning.”

“Ok, sweetheart. G’night,” you whisper.

You wake up to a text the next morning

I can absolutely get used to you calling me sweetheart especially in that sleepy, cuddly cozy voice of yours.

Day 72

You come out of the shower to a bunch texts, which isn’t out of the ordinary to have a flurry of messages in the morning, but they’re not from Shawn or Didi who are the normal culprits. This time it’s a few from Cez, another three from Connor. At first you wonder if he lost or broke his phone but that’s not the case. You open Connor’s first.

He was being nauseatingly adorable so I figured you may want to see and enjoy or gag like I did :D

The next was a video clip of the crew meandering their way through the airport, heading down an escalator.

“Hey Shawn, where we off to?” you hear Connor ask from behind the camera.

“Last shows of tour. We’re off to New York,” Shawn smiles wide. “We did it. We’re wrapping it all up. Looking forward to these, they’re special.”

“Any reason for that shit eating grin?” he teases. “That’s more than a yes, a fantastic tour is over woo look on your face. We’ve come to know a face like that when a FaceTime call rings through. Come on bro, fess up.”

His smile softens a little, cheeks flushing, “I finally get to have my girl come in. She’ll be here for the last shows of tour. She hasn’t seen this show yet at all. So, I’m excited for that. I’ve missed her. And I get to have my family here too. All the people I really care about with me for this. Best way to wrap this era.”

“I can’t wait to get this reunion on film,” Connor pokes. “Epic blackmail material.”

“You wish, man,” Shawn shoves at him. “Not happening.”

“We’ll see, I think you may want that for posterity’s sake. Could be good…” he starts in before getting interrupted.

“To New York!” someone else calls out and the group. Shawn looks at Connor and the camera, smiling again before the clip cuts out.

He looked extra sweet and all that, so I needed to send you the still from it cause it’s a thing you should have coupleish shit and all. Fly safe, we need you here in one piece for him but cause me and you, we need to drink!

You trace over the photo with your finger, you’ve missed him. This was hard, harder than you both thought despite the effort and the trying and the energy. But. But you made it, battle scars and all. You got through 72 days. It makes you realize that him, that this of the two of you. It’s worth it. He’s worth it all.

The next block from Cez are confirming all your travel details, letting you know you’re in first and alone, with his family coming in later that night.

You didn’t hear this from me, but he’s nervous, excited, a little twitchier than normal. Vibrating out of his skin practically but smiling more than I’ve seen. He’s also fighting me on wanting to come to get you at the airport. No promises, but just to prepare you. Think I may let him win this one just this once.

Text or call if you need anything in the meantime and I’ll keep an eye on all the travel timing from my end as well. Look forward to getting more time with you this weekend!

As you are heading back from some last-minute errands so you can finish packing for your super early flight tomorrow morning, your phone trills.

“I get to see you tomorrow, baby. Like in person. With hugs, kisses and you tucked up against me,” he sighs. “I get to have you in my arms and at my show and in my bed. 72 fucking days, we did it.”

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Call of the Ocean  Chapter 2: Freedom and a Dream

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Chapter summary: Dean’s passions have always lied under the hood of a car. Sick of being confined to his desk, he sneaks out to do some real work down at the plant floor of Winchester Auto’s headquarters. And after the last straw, he decides that, for his own sanity, he needs a fresh start. 

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

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A/N: The beginning of this chapter takes place two weeks before the events of chapter 1. This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva . Text dividers were made by @talesmaniac89

It was another dreary day in the office as Dean spun his chair around. He looked over all the documents, but it made his head hurt. Reading papers, signing things day in and day out was becoming a chore. It was only three years ago he was down in the garage in his coverall with his best friend, Benny. In contrast, their other friend Castiel would come down and complain about the different calls from around the world. Looking at the time, Dean knew his father would be in a long boring meeting. As president of the company, his dad would not be around to harass him. 

With a sly smile, he ripped off his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. 

"Andrea, hold my calls. Anyone asks, I'm out of the office and will be back later, ok?" he winked at his secretary. 

"You got it, Mr. Winchester" Andrea smiled at him.

With a roll of his shoulders, he made his way to the elevator, shrugging off his jacket. He pressed the button leading to the plant floor. He couldn't wait to get his hands dirty, he took a deep breath and sighed in content. He looked up at the descending numbers and frowned when they stopped at the legal floor. When the doors opened, he cursed. 

"Fuck," he muttered, "Hey Sam." 

"Uh, Dean…" Sam raised his eyebrow at his brother, "shouldn't you be… oh, I don't know… in your office looking over the contract for the new client we are partnering with?" 

"I already did," Dean gave his brother his best smile. Praying that he didn't catch on in the lie. "It's gonna be easy peasy, don't worry." 

"Dean just talk to dad," Sam sighed, "If you just tell him to put someone else-" 

"There is no one else. I got this, Sam," Dean slapped his brother's shoulder. "Besides, I'm on my way to get some hands-on experience with the client's merchandise." he walked out of the elevator when it landed on the garage floor. "No sweat." 

"Dean…" Sam warned.  

"Look," Dean ran his hand across his face. "Just stall for me, ok? I really need to be down here. This is way better than that stuffy office, and I can have Cas look at the rest of the fine print, ok?" Dean waved Sam off just as the doors closed. 

Making his way towards the changing room, he smiled, reaching his own personal locker. He trailed his fingers over the cold metal and smiled. Opening it up, he placed his business jacket inside and grabbed his coveralls. He slipped off his shy leather shoes and grabbed his best work boots. Getting dressed to get messy, he smiled. What he didn't count on was someone slapping him on the back. 

 "Long time no see you down here, Brother. Shouldn't ya be doing some fancy stuff on the upper floors?"

"Ah, they won't miss me up there," Dean shrugged. "So, what’ve we got?" 

He smiled when Benny went in on the latest specks for the new engine they were looking at. It felt like home being under the hood of a car. He tightened a few things before rolling out from under the car and smiling. 

"Ok, Benny, start her up," Dean smiled, "Let's see if the engine they're trying to sell us is as good as they say it is." 

Benny turned the ignition on only for the engine to roar to life before dying a few minutes later. Dean's mouth formed a thin line as he glared at the black smoke that was coming out of the car. 

"We checked the specs, right?" he looked at Benny. 

"Yeah… maybe we missed something?," He shrugged. "I mean, we could check it all over again, ensure that everything is fine.  

"We followed it to the letter, I know we did," Dean could feel his anger bubble. 

 "You think they're trying to sell us a phony?"

"Get Cas down here and tell him he better have a way to tell Crowley to shove his crap engine up his ass!" Dean shook his head as he ran his hand across his face. "Hell, I can make a … better engine…" A small smile crept on his lips. 

"Oh no," Benny chuckled, "you just got a crazy idea, didn't you?" 

"Just go and get Cas!" Dean barked as he rolled up his sleeve and walked over to the drafting table. 

He was sketching like crazy. It was as if lightning struck him. He began drawing and putting in different calculations for different speeds. He could recall all his late-night studying at school for his engineering degree. He hadn't realized that time had gone by when he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

"Yeah, Cas give me a minute," he mumbled as he continued his calculations and design. 

 "Uh, Dean…" Cas sounded scared. 

"Cas, I'm trying to figure something out here just-" Dean froze when he noticed that Cas was standing behind the drafting table facing him. That meant there was someone else behind him. 

 "Yeah. Wanna tell me what the hell you are doing down here instead of going through the contracts I gave ya?" John glared at his eldest son. 

"Hi Dad," Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and smiled, "I just needed a break, and well, I'm glad I didn't sign the contract with Crowley as you see the engine is faulty. It would have cost us a lot of money." Dean stood up and smoothed his hair. "Besides, you know what grandpa says, nothing like hard work to get your mind going…" 

"Hard work? The time for hard work for you is over," John crossed his arms, "This company needs you in the office overlooking what the clients want. It is not your job to get your hands dirty and roll around in grease and oil!" 

 "If I hadn't come here, the contract with Crowley would be signed and we'd be stuck with engines that don't work for crap and losing a ton of money on it!"

"I am not going to argue with you here," John growled, "you need to change and go up to your office before someone sees you." 

Dean pointed to the plans and gave Benny a knowing look. Heading to his locker, he changed and followed his dad to the elevator. 

"I don't see what the big deal is," Dean grumbled, "clients like companies that have hands-on bosses and corporate executives." 

"The big deal is that you are my son, you do as I say," John hissed. "You stay in your office, you read the contracts and negotiate!"

Walking out of the elevator, they made their way towards Dean's office. Dean could see that half of the staff had already gone home, which meant his father would be able to yell at him as loud as he wanted to without worrying about disturbing other employees’ work.

"Dad," Dean sighed, "You can't just expect me to sit here in the stuffy office and… and push papers!? I belong in the garage, on the drafting table actually creating the engines not… not going after one's for the new lines!" Dean barked. 

His father ran a hand through his face. The exasperation was more than apparent in his eyes. John took a moment to take a breath before looking towards Dean again. "Son, we have talked about this a thousand times over. You do not belong down there. You're a great asset up here as my second in command, my CEO and your abilities cannot go wasted on being a simple worker on the plant floor."

Dean clenched his jaw. "No. I have had enough of the office. I've been working for you since the moment I was able to. And I am telling ya, dad. My place? Is not behind a desk, and there is nothing wrong with me working down there."

John closed his eyes in exasperation. When he opened them, Dean braced himself for his rage.

"As long as you are a part of this company, you do what I say!" John banged his fist on Dean's desk. "You need to stop spending all your time working with your hands!" He shouted. "You are the Chief Executive Officer of this company now, and you can't be seen down on the plant floor! Not with those grease monkeys because face it, you are not one of them!"

"Don't you dare call those guys Grease Monkeys!" Dean shouted back, fists clenched tightly at his sides, "you know what… I AM a grease monkey! Hell, I love spending more time under a hood building an engine, not in this hell hole!" 

"What are you gonna do?! Leave?! I don't see you getting a lot of offers outside, nor do I see anything that would be worth giving up everything you've worked for!"

"Find yourself another CEO and go to hell!" Dean growled. He shoved John before grabbing his keys and messenger bag and barreling out the door. Dean pushed the elevator call button and grumbled when it was taking too long. With a frustrated growl, he rushed to the stairs and bolted down them towards the garage.

Being this close to the end of a lot of people's shifts, Dean didn't worry about anyone trying to stop him and ask what was wrong. Talking to anyone was the last thing he wanted at the moment. Climbing to his cherry-red mustang, he peeled out of the parking lot and towards his apartment. 

All the ride home was spent thinking about what he just said. He had basically given up his position as CEO of the family company… His father's words kept echoing in his head, nor do I see anything that would be worth giving up everything you've worked for… he hated to admit that his father did have a point: no dog, no girlfriend, not a lot of friends, not even a single job offer from any other company.

He had no reason to leave except keeping some of his fucking sanity.

Pushing into his apartment, he grabbed the suitcase from his closet and packed his clothes. Mostly the Jeans and band tees along with his underwear. He decided to only take one or two of his suits since he would never really need all of them ever again. Maybe for a job interview or two. Looking around, he picked up his phone and called Sam only to have Jessica pick up the phone. 

"Hello?" Jessica's cheery voice filled his ear. 

"Hey Jess, I need you to ask Sam to do a couple of things for me, can you do that?" He breathed, "I need him to sell off my Mustang and get me out of my current lease?" Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. "I'm going to move to a new location out of state, maybe permanently."

 "Wait, what?! What the hell is going on, Winchester?!"

"Just give him that message, ok? I'll try to call in a few days once I'm settled," he smiled. "Can you do that for me, Jess, please?" 

"I'm not telling him a damn thing until I am absolutely sure you're not in trouble."

"I promise you, Jessica, I'm ok. Will you do it or not?" Dean was sure for a moment that his brother's girlfriend had hung up on him until he heard her sigh.

"You owe me, you hear me? And I'm expecting you to call me again with some explanations, Dean."

"Thanks," Dean hung up before she could get another word in and made his way to the apartment garage and looked at his two cars. His mustang, which he hoped that Sam would sell and his 1967 Chevy Impala given to him by his Grandfather Samuel. With a smile, Dean walked up to the Impala and placed his hand on it gently, letting it slide on its glossy finish.  

"Well, Baby," he sighed happily, "looks like we are going on an adventure." He placed his things into the trunk and slid into the driver's seat. 

Without a care in the world, he picked a highway and just drove. 

Two weeks later

In his drive away from the company, Dean found himself twelve hours away in Matagorda, Texas. He had found a beautiful house overlooking the ocean. At first, the owners wanted to just rent it, but Dean fell in love with the place and offered them more money than they could imagine for it. He took everything he had with him and placed it in the furniture he bought with the house. It was beautiful, albeit a bit big, but nice. 

He leaned on the banister of his home overlooking the ocean. He let the salty sea air rustle through his hair. He had just moved in, and he was getting used to being alone. He felt a sense of calm when he first looked at this house. Dean Winchester held his cup of coffee as he watched the sun rise over the horizon. The light makes the water shimmer just right. With one hand firmly holding on the handle of his mug, he used his free hand to run his fingers through his hair. This was better than being in a stuffy office. Better than being under his father's thumb. Being the heir to Winchester Auto was a chore. He liked it better when he was working on cars. He loved the tools in his hands and the smell of hard work. 

With one last look over the horizon, Dean walked inside and placed his now empty cup in the sink. Something was calling to him here, and he wasn't sure what. Leaving Lawrence was a good step, Dean needed the fresh air. Dressed in jeans, a light grey henley, and a pair of boots, he walked out and climbed into his prized possession. A sleek black fully restored 1967 Chevy Impala, it was his Baby. Grazing his fingers over the shiny hood, he decided now would be a good time to check out the area and figure out where to find food. Driving down the small road, Dean took note of where the auto shop was in case he wanted to work on Baby. 

It didn't take long for him to acclimate himself to his new surroundings. He did quick work of introducing himself to his new neighbors, letting them know that he would be living in the old Johnson house by the ocean. 

"So Mr. Campbell, what do you do for a living?" a sweet woman by the name of Phyllis, smiled at him. 

Dean offered her a small smile, "Oh… I…" he swallowed the lump in his throat. "I am a mechanic, ma'am." 

"Cars? Military vehicles? Anything specific?" She asked, wanting to know more about the handsome man.

"Oh, well, all cars really, ma'am," Dean blushed. "What can you tell me about the house I purchased? Some people are saying that it's magical?" he raised his eyebrow at her. He didn't really believe in the supernatural, but he was never one to run from fun. 

"Old legend that runs around these parts," She laughed. "Nothing exciting. Old men like to scare newcomers."

"Interesting," Dean smiled, "Well, I should get going, I need to make dinner for myself." 

"I'll be seeing you around!" She smiled and waved at him.

Dean grabbed his groceries and walked towards the Impala and climbed in. Making it back to the house, he froze when he heard a soft melodic voice coming from the rocks nearby. As he got closer, his boot hit a loose stone, and a small splash could be heard. Rounding the corner, Dean watched as a wave rolled in and gave a slight shrug. He turned and made his way up the wooden steps and into his home. 

It didn't take long for Dean to put his groceries away and take a nice long bath. He let the warm water soothe his muscles. He liked being out here. It was calming and a significant change from being in the corporate office. The auto company his Grandfather built, did grow beautifully. But Dean loved working in the garages way more than the offices. Working hands-on helped him come up with business strategies that helped them fly even higher.  

Finishing his bath, Dean dressed comfortably and began cooking his dinner. He had decided on making himself an excellent, juicy burger with everything he could think of on it. It was worth all the prepping and cooking when the aroma of his creation hit him. He had just sat down on one of the stools facing the kitchen. He had the burger in his hand, ready to take a bite when his cell phone began to ring. Looking down at the name flashed on his screen, he placed the burger down and rolled his eyes, answering the call.  

"This better be important, you are keeping me from a very delicious meal," he drawled, crossing one of his arms across his chest as his other hand held the phone to his ear.  

"Just making sure you're still alive, jerk!" the jovial voice blared in his ear. 

"Don't have to be that loud, bitch!" he called back with a chuckle, "what do you need Sammy?"

Dean put his brother on speakerphone and licked his lips, staring at the burger. Taking it in his hands, he took a bite and sighed happily.  

"It's Sam. Sammy is a twelve-year-old fat kid who got made fun of in summer camp," Sam groaned as he sighed. "The good thing is you're alive. But, Mom was bugging me about where you went off to. Dean, are you ok?" 

"Why do you ask that? I literally called you last week," he argued.

"Well… the shouting match you had with Dad was pretty loud, Dean. Cas heard it all the way from the plant. That and you told me to sell your mustang and tear up the lease on your apartment," Sam chuckled. "We're worried about you and wondering if you're coming back. It's been two weeks, Dean." 

"Oh, don't exaggerate, Sammy," Dean sighed, "Dad was trying to tell me how to do my job. He then screamed at me for being down on the plant floor working on the engines and you know me, I like working with my hands. I hate being in the stuffy office."  

"Yeah, I know you do," Sam told him. "But you just left and I…"

"Look, you called. I am assuming that it is really important," Dean could only guess it was about his girlfriend, Jessica. Sam had gone to Stanford to get a degree in Law while Dean had gone the family business route. He studied at MIT to get his degree in engineering. He received a Minor in business to help with the business side of things. 

"Well, you know we do have a certain family member who loves you and who wants to see you," Sam Jabbered. "I mean Grandpa Samuel only turns 77 once Dean." 

"Look, Sam…" Dean really didn't know what to say, he left Lawrence for a reason.

"You love Pop's come on," He begged, "I mean the guy loves that you can work with your hands, you know that. I mean, he isn't a Winchester, but he let Dad change the name of the company so that you can run it." 

"Ok, I'll see about heading back to visit," Dean finished off his beer and sighed. "When is it so I can drive on up there?" 

"Oh yeah, it's um… it is in four days," Sam recited.  

"SERIOUSLY?!" Dean yelled. "That means I have to leave early tomorrow," he murmured, "I'll just stay at a hotel or…." 

"You can stay with Jess and me," Sam offered, "You won't have to worry about getting a room, and mom won't hound you to stay at the house."  

"Sam…" Dean protested. "I don't want to be a bother. I can get a hotel room and…" 

"Dean Winchester, you are staying with us, and that is final!" A female voice stressed. 

"Look, Jess…" Dean began. 

"Don't ‘look Jess’ me, Winchester!" she growled, "You are going to stay with Sam and me, and that is final! Is that clear?" 

"Alright, alright, Jess. I'll stay with you guys, don't have a cow!" Dean conceded. "I'll be there, I'm driving from Matagorda, Texas." he looked at the time on his oven, "I'll be heading out from here at 4:30 am, should be there around 5 or 6 give or take with a few stops to rest and eat." 

"Good," Jess sounded happy, "we will see you tomorrow, and we can all have a nice dinner together." 

"Alright, Jess, I'll see you guys tomorrow," Dean sighed as he hung up the phone. He placed his dirty plate in the sink and grabbed another beer from the fridge. Twisting the cap off the bottle, he made his way out of the house. Dean jogged down the wooden stairs and out to the shore. 

Finding a sweet spot along the rocks, Dean focused on the moon as it shone in the sky. Placing the bottle to his lips, he took a sip and hissed as the alcohol flowed down his throat. He breathed the salty sea air deep into his lungs. The sound of the waves crashing almost soothing him. But the peace did not last as the fight he had with his father flowed through his thoughts. Just the idea of going back home after their blow out seemed to make Dean uneasy.

'You are the Chief Executive Officer of this company now, and you can't be seen down on the plant floor! Not with those grease monkeys because face it, you are not one of them!'

Dean shook his head and looked down at his hands as he held the beer bottle in them. How could his own father scorn hard work? Hell, if it wasn't for the hard work, there would be no company. His own Grandfather loved that he could work with his hands. Grandpa Samuel always said it built character. It was where his dad and his Grandfather still collided. His Grandfather had given him the Impala, but it wasn't sleek and black as he had it today. No, it was beaten up and rusty, and his Grandfather taught him how to rebuild it from the ground up. 

Dean gave a soft smile at the memory of his Grandfather, helping him fix the car. His Grandfather didn't lift a finger, actually. Instead, he gave Dean the manual and a cabinet of tools and said, 'if you fix her up, she's all yours.' He only ever helped if Dean really needed it.

"Ah~ee (Ouch)," a female voice called out.   

Dean turned his head towards the sound and stood up, "Hello? Is anyone there?" 

Walking over to where the sound seemed to come from, Dean took out his phone and pressed the flashlight button on the screen. With the light, he began searching against the rocks. Dean could see the waves crashing softly, but he noticed a red streak. Rushing towards the water, he moved his light around and froze. There in his line of sight, he saw shiny purple scales as a fin splashed away into the water. When he gave up on trying to make sense of what had just happened, he turned around, the light of his phone shone down on what he initially thought was a damn shiny quarter, but ended up being a weird looking pendant.

He could’ve sworn that the thing glowed the moment he touched it and, oddly enough, nicely warm to the touch. If you asked him, Dean wouldn’t be able to really say why he did it, but he hung it on his neck and went back inside his new home. 

Later that night, Dean lay in his bed as he thought about what he saw. He could have sworn that he saw a violet tail shimmering in the moonlight. Taking a deep breath, Dean settled into the pillows and closed his eyes. Breath after breath, he found that he was falling deep asleep. 

He was under the waves. He looked around as a school of fish swam by him. Feeling the need for air, he swam up and broke the water's surface. He heard a splash to his right. Looking over, he saw the shine of those purple scales as the tail broke the water then disappeared back under it. Dean swam towards where it had been, hearing a soft voice.

'Dean.'

"Hello?" Dean called out, but it was just him, alone in the ocean.

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Seven.

Answering the call from Jen “hey, I am going to the hospital now. I said I could pop into the office if you need me too? I am in New York anyways” Jen started laughing, looking over at Imani singing her heart out like really singing her heart out, even Rich had to look at her and then laugh “what happened to you not letting them girls listen to you” rolling my eyes “how could I ever keep the music away from them, Imani has a new favourite and all she keeps singing is Only Girl, as you can hear. Auntie Jen loves it baby” Imani waved at me, all she keeps doing is saying only girl for everything “she waved but yeah, I am going to get Chris. I just have Imani with me, I can pop in and see but you need to go home after that. Fenty has closed for the holidays” she is crazy “I know but when I heard what happened to Chris I had to come and just close a few things, just pop in and sign off these so we can be ready for the New Year, how is Chris anyways? Is he well” Jen asked “again!” Imani spat, Rich looked at Imani “one more, please” she is going to drive him crazy “your cuteness gets me, fine” my daughter is crazy “he is well thank you, just happy he is out. His lung inflated; they kept him in last night. Just to see if he can be well without oxygen and all that but he was ok so yeah, he is discharged now. I am glad, now we can go home and celebrate Christmas, the mothers have gone to California, you know what I mean by the mothers?” I am sure she does “Joyce and Monica?” I knew she knew “yeah, they want to do the home up for the grandkids so yeah. But come on the jet with us, we can take you home. No more work, Fenty will be fine” I chuckled “sorry, I am so invested in this. I should go back to being your assistant really” she is right, she had an easier job with being just that.

Disconnecting the call looking over at Imani, she really loves Only Girl, I blame her sisters. There was a point where I kind of stopped them listening to my music because I don’t regret some songs but there aren’t the ones I want them to listen too. I will never forget Rylee’ face when she saw Pour it Up, I couldn’t turn that off fast enough, but she saw, and she looked at me different. I am mommy to them, and all that shit is not what they see, she just turned to me and said that you. But it’s hard, I want my daughters to see me as their mother not just the slut shamed image the public see and like to call me, a slut. I didn’t stay with Chris last night, even though he called me and remained on the phone for most of the night. I just didn’t want to sit with him because he will just see me being sad, what was said between me and TJ will probably just stay like that, I do not want to tell Chris about it. I rather he didn’t know just because it will ruin that friendship, Chris will dislike that. He kept pushing for me to tell him, kept saying what happened. What is wrong, why were you upset. He knows I was upset; he knew something was off, but I got to sleep in a bed with my daughters. I left the older two with Rajad, I didn’t want him to be stuck with three. They will both listen to him; with Imani it just takes one second to not pay attention to her. I didn’t want him to have that stress, it’s unfair so I bought her with me.

Stepping off of the elevator with Rich “daddy!” Imani yelped out, she didn’t waste a second at all. Chris has been waiting for us to come and me to come with clothes, he hates those hospital gowns “awww little mama, be careful now” they cute now, Chris picked her up. I like to see him out and walking around but I wonder why he is just out of bed “miss me baby, oh wow. Lots of hugs eh” Imani has a grip around his neck “I love you so much” Chris wrapped his arms around her close “I been waiting for you, just walking around” Chris opened his arm, placing my arm around his back. His gave me a little squeeze “I love my girls so much” Imani moved back from Chris and looked at me “you going to show daddy your singing?” Chris groaned out “I don’t need to be hearing two out of key people now” I scoffed moving away from him “you are so annoying, come on then. Get changed, Rajad picked these. I couldn’t be bothered to leave and get you some stuff” realising the nurses are staring with heart eyes, some with phones but I just didn’t say anything. Chris turned around to walk off, Rich is telling them anyways.

Smiling lightly at Imani as she watched YouTube on her dad’ phone, this is the only reason she is quiet, or she will be running riot but Chris is getting changed so we are just waiting “what is happening there Imani? Doggy looks sad” I wonder if she understands it at all “look mommy, it sad” she held the phone up to me, I chuckled “but why is it sad? What happened” Imani looked up at me “that doggy gone so it’s sad” letting out an oh “I see, are you sad about it?” I questioned “a little bit mommy but it’s ok” my poor baby, she is being sensitive “tell my brother in law he got style, thank you” looking up from the phone, seeing Chris coming out of the bathroom “awww my handsome husband, you look so well. How is it? Is there a little scaring there?” I haven’t even seen it, Chris came over to me “just a little one, they said it will disappear anyways” he lifted the top up, looking at his chest “yeah I can see it now I am staring at it, you will be fine” he let the top fall “so you want to talk about it then?” furrowing my eyebrows “huh?” I am confused on what he is speaking about “why were you upset? It’s been on my mind, you came back from being out there with TJ and then came back in sad, why? Please tell me” letting out an oh, shaking my head “I am fine, just was missing you. Everything gotten on top of me, that is it” I don’t want to tell Chris about what happened, or even about his friend because my husband doesn’t have many friends, Chris stared at me. He is not happy at all; he knows I am lying “hello?” Chris looked away from me “nigga” hearing Herb say “Herbert! My man” Chris went over to him.

Herb is nice, he is such a good man and I like that he is always calling Chris constantly and always making sure he is well. This is Chris’ first artist under this little label he did which is linked to my record label, Chris wanted to do this, and I let it happen. But Chris is good, he does a lot for him “when I heard cuz, I was in the studio and then I heard Chris Brown hurt, I was like what bro? I called you and then no answer, then I found where you were at. I came here but damn, have they found the dude?” Herb asked “yeah, the police did. The driver died on impact, so he is getting time. The driver was drunk, he was driving so fast straight at us too. I was so scared, the thing is. All I could think about is my wife and my girls, they need me. The police were getting me out, they thought the cars were going to explode so they are getting me out, I was like I need to get out. I can’t leave my kids alone. Scared me so much” Chris explained, he is remembering more and more, and I like that “broke my heart seeing your wife like that, it was heart breaking. She just looked so lost, and honestly I would be there for them girls. I would protect them like they my own on god, I got you” that is sweet of him “and I believe you on that, thank you for coming. You messaged me, you said you was, but I didn’t think you would have come but you did. I appreciate it, it’s love” Chris got up from the bed and went over to him “same Herb, it was nice that you came out. I am excited for the future with you” Imani ran over to Chris and grabbed on his leg “you a rascal” Herb pointed laughing; she doesn’t want to share Chris.

Getting out of the SUV just laughing my ass off, Chris has had enough of Imani singing Only Girl, she adores that song too much “man, I can’t deal anymore. I am done with you” I cackled, Chris side eyed on me “hey, get her out of the car please. Don’t’ forget my baby” laughing at his displeasure at Imani, she put the song on two more times “Rihanna, how are you?” seeing paparazzi, I didn’t even realise he was here “good, I am happy” I can hear Imani signing still “get out of this car” Chris placed Imani down on the ground, she started walking over to me “Chris, my man. Welcome back, you good?” walking off as Chris held Imani’ hand “good, I am blessed to be here thank you” the security held the door open for us, I miss being here. I truly enjoy being in this work building but of course I haven’t been here, also the building is empty because everyone is home for the holidays “so good to see my family!” Jen spat, I cooed out “oh my wife, I missed you” hugging Jen close “missed you so much too” Jen is always there for me, I don’t even need to ask. I didn’t ask her to come here but she did, she knows that business needed to be done.

Seeing my girls ever so happy to see their dad back, they are all over him and I love that “awww man, you girls are showing me so much love. Let’s go and sit down come” Chris said, they are all wanting a hug from him, so he walked off to sit down with them. Jen has come back with us because we are going back to Cali and she might as well come back with us, Mel has gone back to Barbados to spend Christmas over there, I wished her well and she said we will talk when she is back so whatever, I guess we will talk then “the girls are so happy, look at them” Jen said behind me, turning to her “I am so glad he is ok, I was so worried that he was worse then what it was but all is well. My girls relay on him, as you can see” Jen nodded her head “I do, it’s sad because it’s always Chris” I groaned out “don’t, you know what. I am sick of people taking him for a ride, like he is a good guy. He is being so kind, but people take it too far, it just pisses me off you know?” Jen’ eyes widened “you seem pissed?” she said, I sniggered “I am pissed off at some things and people, I feel like a certain person knew you know. But I am going to move on, I am going to enjoy Christmas with my loved ones and look to the future. Chris will have a bodyguard too” Jen raised an eyebrow “what happened?” she questioned “just that he didn’t have the right help and people, if Chris had a bodyguard he would have been home with me” I am trying to not name the people because that is my argument, that is on me to deal with “Robyn” I jumped, I didn’t expect Chris here behind me “I really want to know what upset you?” he ain’t forgetting “there were tears of joy” he isn’t letting it go clearly “but-” he got cut off “I think Rylee wants you” he is busy, he needs to spend time with these girls now.

I breathed out in annoyance, not something I wanted to see right now, and he is here right in my face for what “why?” I said to Chris, looking at him “oh he is going home to Cali too so why not” this is my jet, he is travelling home on my fucking jet after he fucking spoke on my eggs and what I produce, you have got to be kidding me “calm down Robyn” I said to myself, I have to calm down and just get on with it. He is in my private hanger and going on my jet, like who is this fucking man. Let me not do this, I can do it. Rich opened the door for me, getting out of the SUV in a huff. TJ looked at me and I just glared at him, he can go and fuck himself “girls, be careful now. Rich can you just walk with them, Chris please take care of Imani” these kids like to just run off when they need to be careful, there is planes around. Walking to the second SUV that came, Jen was in this one and our bags “Robyn” I walked faster, I want him to not bother me “Robyn” TJ said again, I stopped walking “what?” I said, he shouldn’t even speak to me, but I am not going to make a scene “I am sorry” turning to him and I had to laugh “for what?” I questioned “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, but you were doing the most with me. Like the shit you were saying was upsetting to me” I sniggered “truth hurts TJ, you know I haven’t said anything to him about this or you wouldn’t be here” TJ gets so uptight very quick “that’s on you, I said what needed to be said to you. Likewise to you, you cried because you know what you need to do, I am taking up for Chris like you are too right? You are here for Chris, so am I. My brother wants, if you can’t then so be it. Camron will be there” looking over at Chris holding Imani in his arm and walking with Camron “he’s there because I let it happen” which is true “you mean Chris does, I tried with you Robyn. You’re just as stubborn as you were then, I guess shit don’t change” he walked off, he seems so smug and that alone is annoying when I am trying to be civil for Chris.

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

Unlikely Parents: Part 3

Pairings: Negan x reader (Jane the Virgin AU), Hotel owner!Negan x Parolee!Reader

Warnings: Artificial insemination, Swearing, Angst, mentions of torture, abuse, violence, murder...

Word Count: 6,738

A/N: Yea, this took on a life of its own…. Not sorry.

Part 1 / Part 2

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“I wont be gone long, just gotta take care of some shit outta town.” It had only been two weeks since Negan had been gone, but you were in absolute hell from the moment he left, until you saw him again. You worked open to nearly close for two weeks straight, but you didn’t dare open your mount to complain to Lucille, who made the schedule, out of fear that she would call your probation officer and send you back to jail. So you bit your tongue, got up at 4:45 every morning to open, and busted your ass until 9 at night when your curfew mandated you be home, only to battle crazy heartburn and insomnia until you had to work again. 

“Incoming.” One of the guys that worked as a waiter around the pool said as he stopped flirting with the girl that was running the register with you and went back to get more orders from the pool patrons. You continued to clean off tables, not wanting to deal with the wrath of Lucille again, and you jumped about a foot in the air when a hand touched the small of your back.

“Hey, what time...” Negan started, making you turn toward him. You could almost feel his stomach drop as he looked at the dark circles under your eyes and the exhaustion you couldn’t keep off your face if you tried. “When was the last time you fucking slept?” You shook your head and glanced down at the table you were cleaning as you honestly tried to give him an answer.

“What day is it?”

“Alright, you’re fucking done.” He barked as he pulled the rag from your hands and tossed it toward the bar.

“Wait, I’m not done...”

“The fuck you’re not.” He said as he took ahold of your arm and lead you away from the table you were cleaning. “I’m giving you the rest of the fucking day off. No, the rest of the fucking week off.”

“No, Negan, it’s fine.” You tried as you walked with him in shoes that had started to give you blisters days before because of how swollen your feet were. “Negan, please...” He didn’t say another word as he lead you back into the employee locker room while pulling up the last two weeks schedule on his phone, and he gestured for you to sit down on the bench and wait for him as he stormed over his soon to be ex wife’s office.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” He roared as he ripped open her door. “You’ve had her working open to fucking close for two fucking weeks straight when she’s fucking pregnant!”

“She wasn’t open to close.” Lucille tried as you scooted down the bench a bit to put your work shoes in your locker and grab the paper like slippers you had gotten from one of the ladies in the spa.

“Six in the fucking morning to fucking nine at night is open to fucking close, Lucille! You’re fucking done! I want you outta my fucking hotel now! You’re fucking fired!” You startled the slightest bit when he slammed the door, and you looked over at your boss as he came back over to escort you upstairs. “The fuck are those?” Your eyes dragged away from his sluggishly to look down at the slippers he was gesturing to and you shrugged your shoulders.

“My feet hurt.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He muttered as he pulled you to your feet. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs.” With a nod, you let him lead you to the elevators like a lost puppy and up to your suite. You almost wanted to cry when you looked at your neatly made bed, and as if he read your mind, he gave you a gentle push in that direction. “Get changed, and take a nap. I’ll wake you up for dinner, OK?” Tears welled in your eyes in gratitude as you stepped out of your slippers and looked back at him.

“Will you just... can you stay? You look tired too.”

“You have no fucking idea, but...”

“Please?” That one simple word was enough to make him cave, and he nodded his head and toed off his shoes with a sigh.

“Don’t get fucking used to it.” He huffed as you grabbed a nightgown from your drawer and shuffled toward the bathroom.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You change into your pjs in a matter of minutes and left your bra and your dress on the bathroom floor, so beyond functioning anymore than the most basic tasks. The high thread count sheets felt like heaven as you slipped between them, and you scooted across the king sized bed to the middle where you liked to sleep best.

“I am so fucking sorry, sweetheart.” Negan whispered as he laid down in front of you and slightly hesitantly rested his fingertips on your bump.

“I would have been OK.” You sighed as you moved and flattened his hand on your stomach. “‘S’like being in prison again.”

“Yea, that’s exactly my fucking point.” He grumbled as he shifted to get comfortable, subtly making his hand slide to your hip. A small smirk pulled at the corner of your lips and you took the risk to scoot forward so you were up against his chest. He let out a slightly defeated huff, but still pulled you impossibly closer to his chest and kissed your forehead. “Sleep.”

“I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping.”

——

You had always known you talked in your sleep from years of dealing with various cell mates, but when the hot dream you were having spilled out into reality, you were yanked from your nap by blunt nails digging in to the back of your hip and shoulder and Negan’s warm breath on your forehead.

“I need you to fucking stop saying my fucking name like that, baby girl.” He growled, which only made you impossibly more horny as someone that hadn’t been with a man in almost eight years could possibly be.

“Negan...” You whined on a breath as you reached up and touched his scruff covered cheek. He didn’t even try to fight you as you captured his lips with yours and he willingly let you roll him onto his back so you could straddle his lap. You smirked against his lips when you felt his length pressing against your core, which immediately made you forget how tired you were and made your confidence sky rocket.

“Oh...” You cooed with a smirk as you pushed yourself up by his chest so you could sit up and look down at him. “Did you miss me?”

“You’re worth missing... God fucking damnit.” He groaned as you pulled your nightgown off and tossed it across the room. “Fuck, baby girl. Will you fucking look at you.”

“I’m a peach, what can I say?” You teased as you ran your fingers from your hips up your tattooed sides, and through your loose hair. 

“Oh, one fucking gorgeous peach.” He agreed as he pushed his hips against yours and pulled you down toward him by the arm. “Fuck, I wish I had met years ago. Coulda saved you...” Your lips froze on his neck, and you almost instantly lost interested in what you were doing as you sat back up to look at him with your eyebrow raised.

“Saved me from...?”

“From having to live with your fucked up family...”

“OK, my mother wasn’t fucked up, thank you.” You snapped as you put one hand on his chest and the other on your 15 week along bump to get off of the man in your bed. “We did just fucking fine...”

“OK, hold the fuck on.” He said as he quickly jumped up and grabbed his jeans. “No, you’re not shutting me out.” He nearly lost his fingers in the door to your bathroom when you tried to slam it closed, but he still pushed it open and leaned against the frame to talk to you. “Look, If you haven’t fucking figured it out by now, I really like you. Fuck, I’m falling for you hard.”

“You don’t fucking know me... stupid baby bump...” You grumbled as you tried unsuccessfully to hide behind a hotel towel. 

“OK, here.” You scowled at him and took a step over to you to slam the door closed to lock him out, but he stuck his arm in the opening and pushed it back open to hand you his dress shirt. “Rude.”

“Necessary.”

“I’ve kept my fucking distance from you since the day I met you in a last fucking ditch effort to save my sham of a marriage with a wife that fucking hated me. But there is no fucking point in that anymore. And while I was fucking keeping my distance, I read the court records from your plea. You didn’t fucking traffic those drugs to get out, did you?”

“Shut up, Negan.” You tried to step around him to get out of the bathroom, but he side stepped in front of you to keep you were you were.

“Your father made you move those drugs, didn’t he?”

“Negan, just stop talking...”

“He made you sell those fucking pills...”

“And he would have killed me if I didn’t fucking listen!” You screamed as you looked up and met his eyes with so much anger and sadness, Negan could almost feel his own heart shatter. “My mother is spending life in fucking prison because that’s what he did to her. I had the fucking chance to get adopted by a good fucking family when I was six, but I had to go back to my family because my dad said he’d kill my new family if I didn’t. No one could have saved me, Negan. Not you, not DCFS, not the people that tried to adopt me, not even the kid that killed the grocery store guy accidentally when he tried to get us enough money to run away when my dad was passed out after beating me with a bar of soap in a sock so it wouldn’t leave bruises. No one could save me. So don’t fucking stand there and think you could have done better by me, what, because I’m pregnant with your kid now? Because you realize that I’m actually a decent person that has no fucking choice but to live a shitty life. 

I’m not stupid here. I know that my dad gets out of prison in three years and he’s coming for me when he does for fucking up his run. And I know I’ll lose my daughter to you when he gets out because I won’t let her grow up anywhere near him because I can’t leave the fucking county for the next four years... as long as I’m a fucking good girl that is. But that won’t fucking happen because my dad is a fucking tool and he’ll figure out how to use me to do his bidding, probably by threatening you or our child, which he will do since he used my mom to get me to do it in the first place and me to get her to do it, too. And I’ll end up right back in the fucking system to save you. There’s no saving me, Negan. Never has been, never will be. So just let me get what love I can from my kid before I have to turn my back on her to save her life. No, stop let me go...”

“No.” He said as he wrapped you in a hug and held on tightly. You yelled his name and tried to pull back away from him, but he simply stepped impossibly closer and shook his head against the top of your head. “No.” You fought for a moment or two longer before you finally broke down into loud sobbed tears, intermittent by screams. 

“It’s OK.” He whispered softly against the crown of your head as he ran his fingers through your hair and down your back. “It’s OK now.” He held you until you were shaking so violently, you could barely hold yourself up, and at that point, he simply picked you and carried you back to bed, where you cried yourself back to sleep. He knew there was nothing at all that he could say to make this situation better, so instead, he called Beth on her day off to find out some of your favorites, and ordered a pizza, and every single kind of dessert the room service menu offered. As he waited for your dinner to arrive, he called the first and only lawyer he could think of, a man that had gotten him out of a DUI many years ago, and brushed a few unsavory looking deals under the rug for him (even if he wasn’t happy about doing so and was only in it for the money.)

“Hershel, you gotta see this fucking case file. Her fucking state issue lawyer just let her take the fucking plea, and he would have annihilated this case...”

“Negan, please leave it.” You sighed, half awake, as the smell of pizza pulled you from your nightmare.

“Her fingerprints weren’t on the bag, her dad’s were.” Negan continued as he stood at the end of the bed and called you forward with his finger. A small smirk pulled at the corner of your lips and you playfully shook your head and curled up under the blankets. “She didn’t go to trial, didn’t even leave the precinct, she just confessed because her dad threatened to kill her if she flipped. Now she’s fucking pregnant... yea, she’s the one that works with Beth...” His eyes narrowed at you and he continued to call you forward as he listened, but you pulled the blanket over your head so that just your eyes and your nose was showing. 

“Your other daughter’s met her, too. Look, you know I’m not usually an advocate for fucking felons, and sure, this one is different because she’s the mother of my kid, but we’re gunna fucking help her, if it costs me every penny I own, and if it’s the last thing you do... What, am I fucking feeding you in bed here, what?” Your smile grew and you nodded your head, which made Negan shake his head ‘no’ as he wrapped up the conversation. “OK, so your son-in-law then. Look, I’ll send you the case file. Just look it over for me. I’ll double your fees if you agree... Thanks, Greene. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“You made me cry. You bring the food to me.”

“That’s not how this fucking works.” He laughed as he put his phone on your dresser, and grabbed the room service cart’s handle. “You don’t get rewarded for yelling at me.”

“I get rewarded for growing a baby.” You pointed out as you finally came out of your blanket cocoon and sat up. “And for not walking out the door right now since you don’t wanna listen to me when I tell you to leave my fucking case alone because you don’t know the fucking door you are opening.”

“Eat your pizza.” He said as he put two slices on a plate and passed it over to you, before making his own plate to sit on the bed and eat with you. “You’re always going to make shit harder, aren’t you?”

“Pretty sure that’s because of the tits.” You pointed out before taking a huge bite out of your slice with a smile.

“Fuck you’re gunna be the death of me.” He groaned as he leaned back against the headboard next to you. “And fuck am I glad that I met you. I’m never letting you go.”

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“You have no idea what you have done.” You muttered in Russian like a broken record as you walked into the county sheriff’s office with a heavy, dirt covered, black trash bag in your arms beside Negan and behind your new lawyers, Beth’s dad, Herschel, and Maggie’s husband, Glenn. Your head shook back and forth like it had all morning, as you thought about exactly what was in the lock box that you and your mother buried by a lake in your apartment complex.

“In here.” Hershel said as he gestured you into a large interview room, where the DA, Michonne Hawthorn-Grimes, her husband Sheriff Rick Grimes, and your probation officer, Daryl Dixon were waiting. You stopped in the doorway as you realized that the one thing you feared more than your father was actually happening, but before you could step back, Negan grabbed your upper arm and pulled you into the room.

“Alright, so what are we here to talk about?” Michonne asked, but you shook your head and stayed in the corner by the door.

“If I put this bag down on the table.” You started as you looked at her and only her. “You will need to get my mother and a Russian translator. I can give you solid, undeniable evidence of six murders, and proof that both her and my confessions and crimes were done under duress. But I won’t do it without her, and she won’t speak to anyone about it unless I’m in the room. We agreed decades ago that if we were going down this road, we’d go down in flames together or wait until the other person was dead. And some of the things I have in here will only be hearsay without her.” The room was quiet for a moment as the three people sitting on the far side of the table, who hadn’t already heard your spiel, exchanged looks and had a silent conversation, weighing the pros and cons, before curiosity got the better of Michonne and she nodded her head.

“Let’s make that happen.” She said as Rick took a step toward the door.

“Just... have the CO tell her that I said it’s time to smoke. I promise it’s not a code for anything bad, it’s just a Russian phrase we designated when we talked about this moment. ‘Dyma bez ognya ne byvayet.’ ‘Where there’s smoke, there’s fire’. This box is the fire.”

“We Googled it on the way here.” Glenn told him as he set down a yellow legal pad on the table in front of him. “It’s the proper translation.”

“OK.” Rick said with a nod before he turned and headed out the door to make some calls.

“OK, put the bag down now.” Negan said before you started your pacing again while you waited.

“I can take it.” Officer Dixon tried as he took a step toward you.

“No, you can’t.” You countered quickly as you turned away from him. “My fingerprints have been on these bags for years. Yours have not. I will not let anything ruin this case, because my mom and my life literally depend on it.”

“OK, then let’s set it down in the middle here.” Negan said softly with a small, reassuring smile as if he was trying not to frighten a scared cat, showing a softer side that none of the people in the room had ever seen of the semi-shady hotel owner that could never be caught. “It’s not good for the baby to keep holding on to it.” With a numb nod, you finally stepped away from the door and placed the bundle on the edge, before taking a step back to start pacing the length while you waited. With a slightly content and yet still very concerned sigh, Negan grabbed a chair beside your lawyers to wait until you could get the show on the road.

“She’s making me nauseous.” Daryl said at the one hour mark as he, like everyone else in the room watched you wear a path in the linoleum.

“She should be here any minute.” Rick, who had come back after making his calls, said as he leaned on the wall beside a two way mirror and next to a video camera he had brought back in with him.

“I know you’re nervous.” The translator, a woman name Andrea, said softly in Russian, which was almost as much of your first language as English was, in an attempt to get you to calm down anyway she could. “But it’s going to be alright. We will protect you...”

“You cannot protect me if this doesn’t work.” You told her with a shake of your head as you turned around to head the other way. “If this evidence doesn’t count, there will be no stopping him.” You came to a dead stop when the door to the room was opened, and tears instantly welled up as your mother, Masha, was lead in in chains. “Mama, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, my love. It’s alright.” She responded in Russian as well as she cupped your face in her hands, while the translator started doing her job. “It’s time. This fire has smoked long enough.” You nodded your head in agreement and closed your eyes as she pulled you toward herself so she could kiss your forehead. She stayed there for a moment as her tears fell softly into your hair, since it had been nine years since she saw you last, and there was a chance she’d never be able to see you again. “Oh, it’s been too long, my love.”

“I’m sorry, we are on a bit of a time crunch here.” Michonne interrupted a little impatiently. “We can give you a couple minutes when we are done...”

“Thank you.” You said with a sniffle as you forced yourself to step back so that the officer that brought your mom in could take off her handcuffs. You told her quickly what Negan was helping you both with lawyers so that everything stuck, and she nodded her head as she reached out and gently touched your bump with an award winning smile. She shuffled over to the table in her shackles and took a deep breath as you both stopped side by side, looking at the bag.

“Burning roses.” Your mother said with a glance over at you. With a nod of your head, she reached out and pushed the two trash bags down to reveal a waterproof lockbox that held so many secrets. You helped her pull the box out, set it down in front of you, and pushed the bags out of the way as your mother started the story of your father. 

“In late 1986, early ‘87, a prostitute was picked up from Miami Beach, and she never saw the light of day again.” She set the box’s lock down on the table and flipped open the nearly full box to grab a the first stack of Polaroids that had been collected over the years, while you started going through the box of cassette tapes to find the one that went with this part of the story. “She was beaten, raped, tortured, partially dismembered, burned, and sodomized in a shack in the Everglades, that would eventually be burned to the ground.” Neither you, nor your mother could spend more than a second looking at the photos as they were laid out on the table for everyone to see, so she just kept going as gloves were passed out to the people that needed them so that evidence wasn’t contaminated any more than it already had been.

“She was then dumped.” Masha continued as she continued to lay out photos your father had taken for whatever stupid reason he had had back then. “In a 55 gallon drum of sulfuric acid, while still alive, and left to die a horrible, painful death. I was never told where the barrel was, and as far as I know, it was never found. I met Richard Mason (Y/L/N) in the summer of ‘88 when he came in to the physical therapy center I was a receptionist at for a leg injury he sustained at work. His left lower leg and ankle were crushed by a steel pipe that fell off a truck on the job site, but today, I believe it was self inflicted. He was never able to walk right after it, one way or another. Unfortunately, I fell in love with him, but he only saw a free meal ticket. We started dating, and shortly after, got pregnant with (Y/N), and I thought it would be a good idea to get married to be a family.

I found those photos when I was helping him pack up his apartment to move into mine, and I knew I had to confront him about it. But I also knew that I needed proof to take to the cops. So I hid the photos so he wouldn’t know I found them and went out and bought a tape recorder. This is the confrontation.” You hit play, gently set the tape recorder down on the table, and reached over for your mom’s hand.

“Richard? What are these?”

“What are what?”

“These Polaroids I found in that shoe box in the closet. They’re... really grap...” Your mother’s words were literally choked off before a loud bang rattled you to your very core and made you close your eyes as tears started to fall on your bump.

“Now you listen here, cunt.” Your father growled in a tone that you were so used to hearing but still sent shivers up your spine. “Don’t ever, ever fucking touch my shit again. Those photos? I fucking did that shit because that fucking whore thought she’d be fucking smart and tried to get mouthy with me. Now you’re fucking lucky. You suck my dick a hell of a lot better than her, and you don’t fucking fight when I fucking ‘play rape’ you or whatever fucking bullshit you wanna call it to make it all better in that thick fucking skull of yours. So do me a fucking favor, put the fucking photos back in the fucking box, shut your Goddamn mouth about them, and pretend you never fucking saw them or I will cut that fucking monstrosity out of your fucking belly, shove it in a fucking blender, and force it down your fucking throat. Are we fucking clear?” You heard your mothers choked ‘mmhmm’ on the tape and you launched out of your chair as she quickly hit stop. Negan had maybe a second to hand you a trash can before you started getting sick, and the rest of the room sat in disgusted, and stunned silence.

“We’re only just getting started.” Masha said with a shake of her head as she grabbed the next stack of polaroids from the box to keep adding fuel to the fire to guarantee it would either stop your father... or be the nail in both of your coffins and hopefully a quick death (which you both knew wouldn’t be the case). “We still have 20 years of shit to get through.”

“I think we need to call a few more people.” Rick said with a slow shake of his head as Negan pulled his chair over to sit behind you and your mother with a new trash can Glenn had grabbed from the hall. 

“I think you may be right on that one.” Michonne agreed as she started writing notes at lightening speed.

——

It took fourteen hours to go through everything you and your mom had collected throughout the years as leverage over your father. Fourteen hours of listening to cassette tapes and then cell phone recordings, fourteen hours of watching slightly obstructed videos of the beatings you both took over the years, fourteen hours of translating coded notes of memories of incidents you had both tried to push out of your heads but were never completely able to do. It took fourteen whole hours to relive every horrifying, traumatic moment of your life, but at the end of those fourteen hours, all of it was completely worth it.

You and your mother spoke to three judges, four prosecutors, and multiple city, county, and state police. You spoke to the DEA and the FBI, reopening cold cases and putting them to rest. You spoke to the states attorney and even the governor about everything. You both gave sworn, videoed confessions of your parts in crimes you had committed over time under your fathers orders and threats, and you were thankfully pardoned in all cases. The judge that sentenced both you and your mom to prison nine years prior, and the states attorney happily vacated your conviction, letting you walk out the door after a free woman, and had your mothers sentence reduced from first degree murder, to justified homicide, since there was a video of your father holding a knife to your throat in your living room until she agreed to kill a man that owed him money, and he and the governor both agreed to seal your records, to give you some semblance of closure to your past. 

Multiple people that met the pair of you agreed that her nine years spent behind bars was enough, but since she did actually kill someone, it was agreed that that two years of minimal, unofficial, and sponsored probation would be the final step. She was to report directly to officer Dixon every Wednesday at exactly 5pm, she would still have to pass a urine test, and she still couldn’t leave the county without permission, but other than that, she was also free to go.

“She’ll be out of the system by morning.” A now nameless to you officer said as he pulled out handcuffs to take your mother back to jail.

“She can just stay here.” Rick said as he scratched at the scruff on his cheek.

“There’s no point in making her suffer in prison another night. I’ll have the paperwork sent through first thing in the morning so she can be released.” Michonne agreed as she collected her notebooks and paperwork as Rick’s officers boxed up all of the evidence on the table to store until your father’s trial began. 

“Let’s get you home, baby girl.” Negan said softly, but you shook your head and stepped closer to your mother as she was unshackled.

“I’m staying with my mom.”

“No, sweetheart, go sleep in a bed.” Your mom tried, but you shook your head.

“нет.”

“We have room in the crib.” Rick said as he walked you all out of the interrogation room.

“OK, well I’m not fucking leaving you here alone, so you got room for three?” With a sigh, Rick nodded his head and gestured for you to follow after you said goodbye and thanks to your lawyers. You could feel yourself slipping into exhaustion as you were led back to a room with metal bunkbeds, and when you sat down on one of the bottom bunks in the middle of the room, Negan helped your mom scoot another bed closer before taking off your shoes so you didn’t have to bend over around your growing bump.

“So tell me all about it.” Masha said with a smile as she sat down on the bed across from you and pulled off her blue prison top and set it aside. “How did you two meet?”

“I was… no, come back…” You started but whined when Negan went to grab his own bunk. “It’s cold.”

“You’re always fucking cold.” He huffed as he took off his jacket and dropped it over your shoulders.

“I blame your son.”

“Yea, it’s always my fucking son when it’s pissing you off, and your sweet daughter every other time.”

“That’s the way it works.” Your mother laughed as she looked at the pair of you with a smile that threatened to break her cheeks. “It will always be your child when he’s bad, and hers when it’s good.”

“Great.”

“I think it’s a girl.” You said as you laid down on the bed in front of her and leaving enough room behind you so that Negan could lay down on the small bed too. “She was an accident. You remember that woman that came into the prisons…”

“Which one?”

“Suchka s temnymi volosami, kotoryye puskali vodku v tvoyu kisku kazhdyy raz, kogda tebe prikhodilos' yeye videt’.” Your mother smirked at your description of your old OB, and nodded her head as all three of you laid down for a few hours until she could leave.

“She did like to breathe her alcohol on your pussy.”

“She artificially inseminated me ‘on accident’.” You continued softly in Russian out of habit, since her first language was the language she had taught you as a baby when your dad wasn’t around so you could talk to her secretly when he was around, as Negan pulled his jacket around you a little more and put his hand on your hip. He kissed your shoulder and laid down behind you as you smiled at your mom like a happy kitten. “He wanted a kid but he had cancer and a low sperm count. So he froze a sample to use with his ex wife, who has made my life a living hell for the last two months because he’s divorcing her, falling for me, and I’m pregnant with ‘her son’. He gave me a place to live when he found out because I was gunna give him the baby… and then I heard her little heartbeat and… well we’re keeping her. I’m keeping her. I’m working at his hotel and he’s keeping me housed and fed for now. And then this girl from work said I could move in with her if I needed to when she’s born. So we’ve just been talking and working it out day by day. No rush, just getting to know each other… and then this shit happened.”

“He’s a cute one.” She sighed as she stretched her hand out for yours. “Kind eyes. You can tell it all by a man’s eyes.”

“I need to get to know him more still.” You said with a smile as you laced your fingers with hers.

“Never stop getting to know each other.” She cooed to both of you as she closed her eyes. “And allow yourself to fall in love.”

——

“Hey, baby girl.” Negan said softly as he came in to the bathroom, where you had been standing pin straight, staring at the edge of the tattoo on your right side after your shower. He touched your shoulder, which made you startle the slightest bit and look over at him in the reflection. “What’s wrong? You’re been just fucking standing in here since your mom went to bed.”

“Have you ever seen a tattoo like this?” You asked as you turned to face him and held your arm up so he could see it completely in the mirror.

“I mean, I saw it on you the other day…”

“It’s a Russian symbol.” You said as you ran your fingers over the tattoo of your mom’s face to the rose and dagger she was holding. “My mom has the same one on her arm but with my likeness. It’s an oath for revenge. I got this tattoo done when I was fourteen years old by someone my mom knew, after my dad locked us both in the closet for a weekend so I wouldn’t go on a school trip to the aquarium while he went on a bender. That weekend, my mother told me everything she had been keeping and recording all my life. And she told me that life was not a bed of roses, but it was up to us and only us to stay alive no matter what.” You shook your head and put his hand on your bump where your daughter kicked for the first time about twenty minutes prior when you were in the shower, before running your fingers across the ink on your skin. “I can’t believe it’s happening… no, don’t move, just wait.” You said as you finally pulled your eyes away from the tattoo to look over at him.

“Is he moving?”

“She kicked when I was in the shower, and now I’m just waiting for her to do it again because I know I can feel her, but I don’t know if you will be able to or not. So now that you’re standing in here with me as I try to sort through this shit in my head, and you can wait with me to see if you can feel it or not.”

“OK.” He said with a nod as he pat your bump with his fingertips. “So we’ll wait together.” You nodded your head and looked back over at your tattoo in the mirror, as Negan laid both hands on your bump with a sigh. You hadn’t felt so weightless in your life, but it didn’t seem real at all. You couldn’t believe that your mother was out of prison and in the next room, and that she was free and would never be beaten or abused again. You couldn’t believe that your father was finally currently housed in a six by nine holding cell in the Florida State Prison, where he would spend 23 hours a day, with no visitors, and no human contact the rest of his life.You couldn’t believe that you had gotten your revenge… and it didn’t seem real. You were free to make your own decisions without worrying about the impact they would have on your mother. And like her, you would never be physically hurt again.

“(Y/N)… I am so, so sorry.” Negan whispered, pulling you out of your thoughts once more. “I didn’t realize…”

“Thank you.” You whispered as you found his eyes in the mirror and then turned toward him completely. “Baby… thank you. We never, ever would have had the courage to stand up to him. Why did you do that?”

“Ummm do what?”

“Why would you save us like that?” You asked as you reached up to touch his jaw.

“Because I needed to.” He smiled as he stepped closer. “Because there is something about you that makes me want to be a better man than I have been the last ten years. Because even though it scares the fuck outta me, I fucking love you.” You smiled, which grew even more as he gently squeezed your bump to pull you forward and your daughter finally kicked back at him.

“We love you too.” You whispered as you reached up and cupped his jaw in his hand. “I love you, Negan. And I don’t and never will deserve you.”

“Yes you do… I’m the undeserving one…”

“No, no your not…”

“Well how about we both be undeserving then?” He asked as he used the heel of his palm to try and get his son (since he refused to get off that train) to kick back again.

“You are always going to be difficult, aren’t you?” He nodded his head as his son kicked back once more, and he slid his hands to your hips to pull you even closer.

“For the rest of your damn life, baby girl. As long as you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have you.”

“Come to bed. You’ve had a long two days.”

“Well that’s your fault.” You huffed as you followed him out of the bathroom to get dressed for bed. “You are just stressing me out and making me lose sleep.”

“Oh, here we go.” He laughed as he got into the bed. “I’m regretting moving you in here with me already.”

“Look. I asked you if three weeks was too short to move in and you said no. I asked you if it was too soon since you just separated…”

“Hey (Y/N)…” Negan said as he held up the blanket for you to get in. “Get in the fucking bed. I want you here…”

“Well who wouldn’t, I’m amazing.” He groaned and rolled away from you for a half second as you got comfortable in front of him to be the little spoon with a giant smile on your face.

“Fuck, you’re gunna drive me fucking crazy…”

“I’ll at least make it fun.” He hummed in agreement, and nodded his head as he pulled you closer to his chest.

“Yea, don’t fucking doubt that.”

#negan x reader #Negan thirst squad #Negan's thirst squad #unlikely parents

[sambergscott]

Lights Out

Summary: The elevator jolts and the lights flicker, before plunging them into total darkness. There's a Brooklyn-wide power outage, they're stuck in the precinct elevator and Amy is claustrophobic AF. Then her water breaks.

Based on this amazing (!!!) s7 finale theory by @luna-minerva​. Thank you so much for letting me turn that into this. I really, really hope you love it. 

She has a birth plan written out by her sixth month of pregnancy detailing her preferences for labor — dimmed lights, calming music, an epidural, Jake by her side at all times — laminated in the apartment, her go bag (already pre-packed in their family friendly sedan) and her everyday purse. She sent copies to her doctor, both their parents and Captain Holt, printed one for Jake to keep at work and saved a digital copy in the Notes app on both their phones. Just in case.

(“Single spaced, double sided: Santiago Style,” Jake grins when she hands over the final draft.

“Of course. It’s an important document about the most important moment of our lives. I want everything to go smoothly.”)

And for most of her pregnancy, it does. She sends him out for pierogis, potato pancakes and hot chocolate most nights, cries over every car commercial on TV and waddles around the apartment making sure everything is perfect for when the baby arrives. The doctor assures her that they’re both healthy, but she should take an early maternity leave, given the stresses of her job.

She survives for one day before she’s back at the precinct, prompting several raised eyebrows and whispers from around the bullpen. Ignoring all of them, she hitches her purse onto her shoulder, lifts her head, and marches determinately to her old desk.

“FOMOW?” Jake guesses with an amused smile.

“It’s not FOMOW,” she huffs in annoyance. “I just finished organising the nursery and since I was passing the precinct, I figured I’d come visit my husband, if that’s OK with you.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” he holds his hands up. “I’ve missed having a beautiful lady to look up at when my paperwork gets boring.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. “I suppose you’ll do.”

She rolls her eyes, sitting down and trying to make herself as comfortable as possible, a difficult task when you’re as big as a whale and your back has been aching all day.

“Peralta,” Holt’s new assistant barks as he leaves Holt’s office, “you missed some signatures on this report.” He drops it on top of all the other open case files, candy wrappers and clutter on Jake’s desk, a welcome change from the way Gina would turn their work into paper airplanes and fly them across the bullpen. As Jake starts scribbling his name, Holt’s assistant notices Amy. “Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Oh, I’m OK. I work here. Well, I used to work here. I’m on maternity leave.”

“Of course,” he nods, realisation spreading across his face. “You’re Sergeant Santiago. Captain Holt mentions you constantly.”

“He does?” She clutches her heart. “Jake, did you hear that? Holt mentions me.”

He mouths “dork” and she sticks her tongue out at him.

“So when’s the baby due? You look ready to pop any day now.”

“Two weeks,” Jake answers on her behalf, sensing danger. The ‘ready to pop’ comment has been driving her crazy for weeks. She is well aware of her size and does not need perfect strangers reminding her. She’s pregnant, not a contestant on America’s Next Top Model. She’s supposed to be big. He shoves the signed documents into Holt’s assistant’s hands and glances apprehensively back at his wife. “You OK?”

“Mm-hmm.” She plasters on a brave face. “Can’t believe I’m saying this but I actually miss Gina.”

Jake snorts and presses play on CCTV footage of a robbery.

She twists her engagement ring on her finger, braids the ends of her hair and straightens a pile of folders on the desk. She is something of a workaholic and not being able to do anything is torture. “Any cool cases you’re working on?” She asks Jake, because what else are husbands for if not living vicariously through their work while on maternity leave?

“Hipster coffee shop got broken into last night. The owner was devastated that she had to drink Starbucks this morning like the rest of us instead of her fancy $8 million gold infused coffee blend from Outer Mongolia.”

“At least she gets to drink coffee,” Amy responds snarkily.

“Worth it though,” he grins. “And I’ll be your personal in-home barista once this baby is out.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re the sweetest.” She rounds their desks to give him a chaste kiss (she may not be in work but they are still at work), when something catches her eye on the screen. She instructs him to rewind the video, pointing out that the intruder has the same bone structure and blonde hair as the owner behind the counter.

Jake gasps. “It was an inside job!”

A failing business tries to scam the insurance company; it’s a tale as old as time.

He grabs his phone, gun and jacket in a rush to arrest the owner before they skip town.

“Can I come with you?”

“What?”

“I want to come with you. I’m the one who solved the case.”

“You’re pregnant. You can’t.”

“I’ll walk ahead of you, pretend I’m just a normal customer,” she pleads. “You know I’m good at going undercover. Remember Dora?”

“Of course I remember Dora, Johnny loved Dora, but this is different. It’s too dangerous.”

“They own a hipster coffee shop, Jake,” she deadpans. “They’re not going to hurt a pregnant lady. I’m FOMOWing so bad, I just want to be there.”

“Ames-.”

“Please, Jake,” she kicks her persuasion tactics up a few notches, pulling out the doe eyes and pout that she knows he can’t resist.

“Fine,” he concedes before she starts crying and playing the “I’m having your baby” card. “You can come. But if anything dangerous goes down, you have to get out of there straight away. You can’t get involved.”

“Deal.” She shakes his hand firmly (she took a refresher seminar a few months ago) and retrieves her purse from her old desk, following him to the elevator like old times. Peralta and Santiago off to take down bad guys (and look good doin’ it). Of course, there will be no actual taking down of bad guys nine months pregnant, although she could do it if she wanted to, she’s definitely felt the urge to kick Charles in the shin whenever he brings them disgusting foods or tries to kiss her belly.

Just being there is enough for now.

She speeds up, reaching the elevator before him and pressing the down button first. She smirks at him over her shoulder and steps inside when the doors open. Despite being married and expecting a kid together, their competitive edge has never wavered. In the last few months alone, they’ve bet on the sex of the baby, who would cry first when they heard the heartbeat, what fruit or vegetable their baby is that week and who can put a diaper on a football fastest. Bets are the cornerstone of their relationship — the original bet sparking Jake’s realisation that he liked her liked her — and Amy can’t wait for their kids to join in when they’re old enough.

(Kids, plural, because for some reason, even after difficulty conceiving and morning sickness and FOMOW, she would still go through pregnancy all over again. They don’t quite want eight like her parents, but at least one more would be nice).

Rosa’s black boots stop the elevator doors closing and she squeezes through the gap. “Got an early lunch date,” she explains.

“Oh,” Amy says, sharing A Look™️ with Jake. Rosa hasn’t dated anyone since Jocelyn dumped her, choosing to be on her own for a while since she hasn’t really had time alone to process her almost marriage to Pimento, prison and coming out. Repairing her relationship with her parents has been her #1 priority and this is the first Amy’s heard about her seeing someone new. “Is it... serious?” She tries not to push too hard because otherwise Rosa will just close off (it’s pointless asking about names or jobs or appearance), which is hard because she just wants her to be as happy as she is with Jake, but also knows from past experience that Rosa will eventually reveal the information when she’s ready.

“It could be,” she responds vaguely. “I like her, but she’s a doctor so we both work way too much.”

“Well, I hope it works out. You deserve someone really great.”

Rosa pulls her in for a tight, unexpected hug. “Thanks, Santiago,” she murmurs, her voice cracking as if she’s about to cry.

The elevator jolting and lights flickering ruins the moment. After a few terrifying seconds, it stops completely and they are plunged into darkness.

Amy’s blood runs cold, panic filling her lungs. She’s had this nightmare a million times, having suffered with claustrophobia ever since her brothers locked her in a closet as a kid.

She hears Jake’s “cool, cool, cool, cool, cool” and Rosa saying that it’s probably a power cut, but she can’t speak. She can’t do anything but think about how they’re never going to get out and how the squad will have to send them food supplies through the safety hatch in the ceiling and how they’ll have to raise their baby in this tiny metal box, teaching her to count using the buttons to the different precinct floors.

She feels pain, a fun combination of Braxton Hicks that she’s been having for weeks and panic attack. She tries to focus on her breathing and not on the four walls closing in on her. When the breathing techniques fail, she focuses on Jake.

Kind, funny, handsome Jake. Her husband, but more than that, her best friend. She concentrates on the toothpaste stain on the front of his shirt, his unruly curls that she loves so much, the ring on his finger glinting in the light from Rosa’s phone. His own phone is pressed to his ear and she can only hear one side of the conversation but it’s clear that he’s debriefing Holt.

“- Me, Amy, Rosa -"

“- We’re fine, just stuck -"

“- How long?  -”

“Shit.” He hangs up, pocketing his phone. “Power’s out everywhere. Our back-up generators haven’t kicked in, something about air in the fuel system. The fire department are busy with the blackout and we’re apparently not an emergency, so. We could be in here a while.”

“Shit,” Rosa echoes his sentiment.

“Yeah. You OK, Ames?” He turns his attention to her.

She shakes her head meekly.

“Claustrophobic?” Rosa guesses, remembering her reaction to being locked in the trunk when she was trying to get her and Gina to face their fears.

She nods.

“We can play Celebrity to distract ourselves. I’ll go first. He’s the greatest actor -.”

“Bruce Willis,” Amy and Rosa say at the same time.

“Thought I’d give you an easy one to start,” he blushes.

Amy almost laughs despite the overwhelming fear. She loves him, Bruce Willis obsession and all. She takes a few seconds to think of someone good. Then, “They’re in - oh - water -.”

“They’re in water?” Rosa repeats, confused. “You mean like Jaws?”

“Or Finding Dory?” Jake adds. He made her watch the movie with him after Pimento’s Memento disease and now wants to buy a fish and call it Dory, even though he famously killed her fish back when they were dating. “Is it Ellen?”

“No, my water.”

Jake and Rosa both look down in horror. She buries her face in her hands. As if this situation could not get any worse.

“At least this classifies us as an emergency now,” Jake quips.

Rosa does Amy a favour and punches him in the arm.

--

They notify Holt — who in turn notifies the FDNY — and Jake sends a text to both their parents.

Rosa climbs onto Jake’s shoulders and opens the safety hatch so Charles can lower a care package of towels and bottled water into the elevator.

(He also delivers Sour Candies, upon Jake’s request).

Terry tries to pull the doors apart, but even his tree trunk arms are no match for the heavy metal.

Amy breathes through her contractions, stubbornly determined to stick to her birth plan and give birth in the hospital.

Her body, however, has other ideas.

“Four minutes apart now,” Rosa announces. She punches a wall out of frustration. “Where the hell are those firefighters?”

“They’re not going to make it in time,” Jake responds, equally frustrated. “Camila warned me months ago that Santiago babies come early, fast and are always boys.”

“This baby is half-Peralta and a girl. She might be the exception.” Amy takes a sip of water, ignoring the look of disbelief on Jake’s face.

“Diaz, you went to med school, tell my wife that this baby isn’t going to wait.”

Rosa opens her mouth to speak but Amy cuts her off.

“Diaz, tell my husband that the contractions aren’t even that painful and we have time.”

--

As it turns out, they don’t have time at all.

She’s feels pressure, the urge to push, and not even the glug glug glug of Rosa’s babbling brook sounds can calm her down.

“I do not want to give birth in the precinct elevator,” she cries.

Jake, on back rubbing duty, exchanges nervous glances with Rosa. She’s fully dilated and with the fire department still busy tackling other emergencies, this is happening. Right here. Right now.

“You know, it’s actually kind of perfect, Ames. We first met outside this elevator, right? And I kept the elevator doors open to let you win the Jimmy Jabs because of my massivecrush on you. And then you let me win to save our car. We fell in love in this precinct. It’s where we had our first for realz kiss, where we got engaged, where we got married. It’s kind of fitting that it’s also where our baby is going to be born.”

She tilts her head back to kiss him, ignoring Rosa’s complaints that they’re gross.

She thinks back to her wedding vows. Not everything is in our control, but as long as you’re with the right people you can handle anything. And you, Jake Peralta, are the right person for me. She can handle this with Jake by her side. She can bring their daughter into the world.

“OK... I’m ready.”

“That’s my girl,” Jake says proudly, shuffling into a better position to hold her hand and see the baby when she comes out.

They all disinfect their hands with Purrell from Amy’s purse and Rosa explains what’s going to happen and Jake jokes that he feels like Sandra Oh in Grey’s Anatomy.

Rosa rolls her eyes. “Christina was a heart surgeon, dumb dumb. You’re thinking of Addison. What?” She questions at their surprised expressions. “I like Grey’s Anatomy! It makes me feel things! I’m not totally heartless.”

Amy releases a string of expletives as another contraction starts.

“We’re going to start pushing on the next one,” Rosa instructs, forgetting her favourite medical drama.

Amy nods quickly.

Jake brushes fallen strands of hair away from her sweat-covered skin and takes her hand. “Squeeze as hard as you need to, babe.”

--

No amount of studying or listening to her mom’s stories could prepare her for the pain of pushing a baby out. It’s worse than the time her brother pushed her off the monkey bars when she was eight and she broke her arm, worse than the time she got shot in the line of duty, worse than the heartbreak of Jake being sentenced to 15 years in prison. It’s worse than anything she’s ever experienced and when it’s over she has so many questions for her mom, including why on Earth did she do this so many times?!

She’s also going to thank Jake for not complaining once and buy Rosa many drinks for her part in all this.

Having her colleague deliver her baby was definitely not part of the birth plan, but out of everyone they work with, she’s glad that it’s Rosa.

Rosa who’s been there for Jake since the Academy.

Rosa who has always had her back, too, who comforted her when Jake was in Florida, helped get her to her Sergeant’s exam on time and encouraged Jake to ask her out.

(And thank God she did).

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Labor is exhausting.

It’s painful and emotional and long.

“You’re so close,” Jake cheers her on when she hits a wall.

“He’s right. I can see her head. One more push, Santiago.”

“I can’t-.”

“You can,” Rosa insists. “1,000 push ups.”

“OK,” she whispers. Rosa doesn’t just throw around 1,000 push ups willy nilly. It means something. And if Rosa is so confident that she can do this, then she can do it.

She pushes and pushes and eventually hears a baby’s cry.

It’s the most beautiful sound she’s ever heard.

When Rosa places her in Amy’s arms for immediate skin-to-skin, all four of them are openly weeping.

She’s the most perfect person she’s ever seen.

“I love you both so much,” Jake murmurs, kissing the top of Amy’s head. He leans down to kiss his daughter, too, marvelling over the fact that he gets to say my daughter now.

They cuddle for a while, quietly bickering over who she looks most like. They decide that she has Jake’s hair, nose and mouth and, when she opens her eyes for a second to see what all the fuss is about, he is thrilled to discover that she has the same beautiful eyes as her mom.

They wrap her up in Jake’s favourite blue hoodie to keep her warm and Rosa snaps their first official family portrait and sends it to their parents, Amy’s brothers and the Nine-Nine’s WhatsApp group. She reads out the messages of congratulations that fly in, making Jake and Amy both cry some more.

Finally she interrupts their family time to cut the cord, pulling out her pocket knife and lighter from her leather jacket.

Jake’s eyes go comically wide. “You’re going to use a knife?”

“Do you have any other suggestions?” She snaps.

He falls silent.

“Thought so.” She sterilises the blade (recently sharpened following Brad Leone’s tutorial from the BA Test Kitchen) with her lighter and carefully cuts the umbilical cord.

“Say thank you Tía Rosa,” Amy coos, stroking her daughter’s tiny hand.

“Tía?”

“Mm-hmm,” Amy hums with a tired smile. “We were going to ask you to be her godmother anyway, but I think you have more than earned that role now.”

“I’d be honoured,” she responds.

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After another hour and a half stuck in the elevator, the lights come back on, the elevator doors open with a ping and they are suddenly faced with a crowd of concerned police officers, firefighters and paramedics, little Maya Peralta gracing the rest of the world in the most dramatic of fashion.

The firefighters spring into gear, holding the elevator doors shut while others help Amy into an awaiting wheelchair.

Jake hovers next to the paramedics as they check Maya’s vitals. Thankfully, everything is normal, they clean her up and replace Jake’s blood-stained hoodie with a warm blanket.

“She’s perfect,” the female paramedic tells him as she hands Maya back to her dad, confirming what he knew the second he laid eyes on her.

They then turn their attention to Amy, who is fine — more than fine, she’s the happiest she’s ever been — just a little sore. They decide to take them both into hospital as a precautionary measure since Maya is two weeks early (Santiago Style!), packing up their equipment while Jake and Amy introduce the Nine-Nine’s newest recruit to the rest of the squad.

Terry says something about little girls being the best, Hitchcock and Scully claim not to have known Amy was even pregnant and Holt’s stoic façade crumbles when Maya grips his finger with her entire hand.

Charles’ eyes are red and puffy like he’s been crying, but he’s uncharacteristically calm when Jake asks if he wants to hold her. He nods, of course, and is enamoured with her the moment he feels her weight in his arms.

This isn’t how she planned it —none of it is — she wanted the controlled hospital birth and the grandparents to meet the baby first and she really wanted to catch the perp from the coffee shop robbery, but Jake was right. It’s kind of perfect that she was born here, in the Nine-Nine, surrounded by their second family.

She meets her husband’s eye and smiles.

#b99 fics #jake x amy #my writing #I'm really proud of this so I hope you all love it #also the knife thing turned out to.....not be as big of a deal as I expected #but thank you for your advice anyway #let me know what you think!!!!!

[xxsovereignsarayaxx]

Fifty Shades of Mikaelson

Shade 1

Authors Note: So here is the first installment of a mulit chapter series, I posted a teaser chapter last year and after a lot of work and editing here is the first chapter. This will be a slow burn series but I hope you will stick with it. Word Count: 2953 Pairing: ???Mikaelson x Reader Insert (Slow Burn) Warnings: Implied sexual humor. Richmond Virginia is the home to Mikaelson Enterprises, one of the largest companies in the US to date, with countless connections across the country and the world. After receiving the company from the untimely death of their parents and younger brother Henrik the six remaining siblings all took a share and equal role within the company. 

The loss of their parents and younger brother was hard on the remaining family and became so tough on Freya and Finn that they ultimately took a step back from public eye of the company and became silent partners, this allowed Elijah, Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah to have a free rein on the company so to speak.What made Mikaelson Enterprises different to all the others was the fact that it didn’t have one sole purpose. 

The company originally thrived at investing low market sales. Rather than take the risk and invest in the higher term stock markets each sibling took to different sectors and reaped the rewards of their own doing which allowed them endeavour into other opportunities.Each sibling was different, Rebekah stuck to fashion. Her aim was that she wanted people to look great whilst not breaking the bank and so she worked with a large team of designers to manufacture a line of clothing that was stylish while being at affordable prices. Kol and Niklaus went into business together to create the bourbon of bourbons, wanting to create a new brand and enjoying the odd glass or two led them to a likely partnership. Elijah was different compared to his other siblings rather than go out into the world and create a new product he used his studies and degree and built a highly respectable law firm. And each separate business venture was all under the same roof in the tallest building in the city.

Springtime in Richmond was often cold and or wet, and as I watched from my large bedroom window the weekend hustle and bustle of those wanting to get to work on time hurried in large packs and then would disperse quickly into different buildings. I padded barefoot through my large apartment, still half asleep, yawning and stretching relying on my auto-poilet function to get me to my kitchen so I could sort myself out with a cup of coffee and some much needed breakfast. Scratching my scalp with my nails I waited for the kettle to boil when I heard my laptop ping with an email. Groaning that I had emails to read on my day off, I ignored them whilst I carried on waiting for the water to boil but then the glorious chime of the skype ringtone filled my ears and I begrudgingly went over to my desk and answered the call.

“You’ve got some explaining to do love.” Klaus said, as I clicked on accept.

“I'll take your late night business meeting went well.” I teased back wiggling my eyebrows, carrying my laptop to my kitchen island. 

“Why didn’t you tell me Caroline was the representative for the Salvatore’s?” 

“I didn’t want you to have...performance issues.” I replied with a higher tone of voice whilst also swinging my hips as my back was to the camera while I continued to fix up my daily dose of caffeine. 

“You can do better…” Klaus deadpanned sounding un-amused. 

“Is that what Caroline said, aww champ.” I said as I turned back around to the camera with a mug in hand sipping away at the hot liquid. 

“I need you in the office today.” He said changing the subject. 

“You know I don’t work Saturday’s.” I replied, leaning back against the kitchen cupboards taking another sip of coffee. 

“Kol needs a new assistant…”

“And that is my problem how?” I sassed back.

“Unless you want the extra workload? I suggest you find somebody.” Klaus said smugly as he raised his eyebrow. 

I leaned towards the camera slightly. “I mean the extra money would be nice but it doesn’t quite fit in with my schedule, but who in their right mind is going to put up with your brother? Come on how am I meant to pitch this? By the way the guy you're going to be working for is arrogant and so self absorbed not to mention he thinks he’s the hottest and smartest guy in the room.” I ranted sarcastically. 

“I’ll see you within the hour Y/N.” He said bluntly and he ended the call. 

Letting out a huff I closed the laptop lid in a swift motion and lent back on the kitchen cabinets and took my time drinking my coffee. I glanced up at the clock, I saw I had about forty five minutes to get into work, which meant an hour give or take. Putting my now quarter empty coffee cup in the sink I headed over to my bedroom and picked out some clothes to wear. Selecting a form hugging, white knee length dress with a thin black belt, I then moved into my on-suite bathroom and jumped in the shower.  

As I entered the building to my workplace I did my usual rounds of saying my good mornings and made my way to the elevator. Standing patiently I waited for the metal doors to open and it made me think back to my very first day at the offices working for Niklaus or Klaus as he liked to be called. I was fresh out of college and had my tuition debt looming over my head and as I read through the job adverts in the daily paper I saw that there was a position at the esteemed Mikaelson Enterprises, hearing that it was good money I applied for it and I had been working happily here for the past two and a half years.  

Strolling through into Klaus’ office he looked un-amused just like he was in the video call earlier.

“You're late…” He scolded.

“I told you I don’t work Saturday’s.” I sassed back. 

“Do you want to find yourself unemployed?” He threatened. 

“Oh please you couldn’t even last a day without me, I know you better than you know yourself. Tell me again who is it that sends out Christmas cards to the shareholders? Or handles organizing all of your meetings?” I replied, rolling my eyes at his lame threat. 

“Organizing meetings are a part of your job Y/N.”

“Ahhh Y/N there you are darling, here is the list of candidates you asked for.” Kol interrupted, walking into Klaus’ office interrupting mine and his bickering and the younger Mikaelson hands me a stack of files.

Taken aback by the weight of the files, I gave him a sarcastic smile. “I did?” I asked, gritting my teeth sending my boss daggers with my eyes. 

“Brother would you like to join me for a drink? The distillery has a new batch they would like us to try.” Kol asked. 

“Would love to, I’ll catch up in a few moments just have a few things to sort out here before we leave.” Klaus replies and with that Kol says his goodbyes and leaves the office. 

“Really? You're calling me into work so you can play hooky?” I questioned, gesturing with my free hand.

“Duty calls. If it makes you feel better you can work here.” Klaus says with a smile and gets up from his desk and grabs his leather jacket and heads for the door.

“Would you also schedule a meeting with Marcel?” He asked as he turned slightly facing me. 

“Sure, how does the 10th of kiss my ass sound?” I deadpanned, rolling my eyes.

“Perfect love, I’ll see you later.” 

Klaus left his office and I let out another huff, so much for spending my Saturday at home binge watching TV whilst having a face mask on and eating a tub of ice cream, hanging up my woolen coat on the coat stand I placed the files on his desk. Slumping back against the leather office chair I reached out for the phone and slotted it under my ear and shoulder as I dialed the number for Marcel’s office while I looked at the first résumé. 

“Hello Gerard Corporation, Davina speaking.” 

“Hey Davina, it's Y/N.” I replied whilst scanning down the document. 

“Hi, Y/N! What can I do for you?” Davina asked in a chirpy tone.

“Can I book Klaus in to see Marcel next week? I did say it’ll be the 10th of kiss my ass but if that doesn’t work how does the 6th?” I asked her, spinning in the chair. 

I heard a chuckle down the line. “I have no idea how you can get away with talking to your boss like that!” 

“Takes practice, don't worry though in a year or two you’ll be speaking to Marcel exactly the same way.” 

“I doubt it, but you're in luck Marcel is free on the 10th. I’ll email you a confirmation this afternoon. But why are you working today? I didn’t think you worked on a Saturday?”

“Yeah so did I. Klaus called this morning saying that Kol needs a new assistant and that unless I want the extra workload to find someone suitable.” I replied with a grumble. 

“Oh dear. Have you found anyone yet?” She asked.

“Well so far I’m on the first one but listen to this.”

“Ok.”

“I’m hardworking, loyal to a fault and will complete any task given to me to the best of my ability.” I said in a completely different accent and all I could hear from the other line was Davina laughing.

“Kol is...a difficult person anybody sweet and nice would just crumble under him.” 

“Tell me about it, well here's to hoping I can find someone in this stack who can stick it to him. I best get back to work but fancy going for a drink on Friday night?”   

“Sure thing, let me know how it goes. Speak to you later Y/N.”

“Bye D.” I said as I put the phone down and got back to looking at the applicants. 

Taking another of the résumés I left the office and headed to the break-room to fix myself another hot drink. As I was leaning over the counter waiting for the coffee maker I heard a clearing of the throat. 

“Nice to see your putting in the extra hours Y/N. Niklaus seems to have taken the hint about getting you to work one weekend a month.” Elijah says. 

Slapping the document on the counter I span around. “Do you really have to make me sound so cheap Elijah?” I teased feigning that he hurt my feelings. 

“Deepest apologies Y/N, you are looking lovely today might I add.” Elijah says.

“Why thank you, what brings you to this floor?” I asked him, fluttering my eyelashes.

“I was hoping to see Niklaus, is he available?” 

“Wasted your time I’m afraid, he’s playing hooky with your brother down at the distillery. No idea what time he will be back. But I can call you once he gets back into the office?” I suggested, picking up the cup and slid the résumé under my arm.    

“That would be rather helpful, thank you. I couldn’t help but also notice that some of my brothers' employees were looking a little frazzled. Perhaps you could aid them?” Elijah said back. 

“I’m a secretary Elijah, I’m not running a day-care when your brother goes out.” I replied pulling a face, rolling my eyes and walked past him leaving him alone. 

As I walked through the office back to Klaus’ office one of his employees called Joshua collared me. “Miss Y/N the fax machine isn’t working.” He uttered stumbling over his words. 

“Joshua darling, did they not teach anything at college? Here hold this.” I started, handing him my coffee cup and file and went to the fax machine to which was surrounded by a few other members of staff.  

“Listen up children.” I called out. 

“Bessie has done her service over the years you just need to know how to deal with her.” I added as I lifted up a flip, kicked the bottom drawer and pulled out the paper that had jammed. 

“Thank you.” I said quickly taking my cup and file and made a rather sharp getaway and back into the safety of Klaus’ office. 

I spent the remaining part of the afternoon going through the remanding résumés and to be honest out of the thirty I had read none of them stood out to me, the majority of the applicants were female and seemed ‘too nice’ and I didn’t think they would stand a chance, what male applicants were there also didn’t seem to be packing much in the spunk department. Looking at the clock on the wall I noticed that it was three-thirty and I was seriously hoping that Klaus and Kol would be making their way back to the office soon so I could go home. When I had an idea. Picking up the receiver on the phone I dialed a number to which I hoped would be the savior I needed. 

“Hello.”

“Cami? Hey It’s Y/NN how are you? Just a quick one, are you still looking for another job?” I asked, twirling the wire around my forefinger.

“Y/NN, I’m good thanks and yeah I am. Why do you know of somewhere?” She asked me back.

“How do you feel working at the same building I work at? My boss's brother Kol, he’s looking for a new assistant. I will warm you though, he may be hot but he can be an ass.” I told her with a chuckle.

“Honestly I’ll take what I can get, the hours at the bar are getting fewer and fewer.” 

“Pop down to the office on Monday. I’ll schedule an appointment so you can meet him and get a feel for the place.”

“Alright I’ll do just that, thank you so much Y/NN.” 

“No worries Cami glad I could help.”

Ending the call and putting the phone back, the door to the office swung open and Kol and Klaus stumbled in, while Klaus propped himself up by holding onto the back of the sofa, Kol crash landed onto it. 

Raising an eyebrow. “I take it the tasting at the distillery went well?”

“That it did love.” Klaus slurred back.

“Did you find me a new assistant? Y/N” Kol asked me, shifting his position on the sofa.

“I did, I’ve set up an appointment on Monday so you can meet her. If she is too your liking she can start as soon as.” I replied back to him, moving to another part of the room that had a jug of water, pouring it into two glasses. I handed one to each of the boys. 

Klaus and Kol looked at me and then at the glass of water in their hand, letting out a sigh I made a drink up motion with my hands. 

“Elijah was also looking for you earlier, I did tell him I would contact him when you got back to office however I don’t think now is a good time. And that is also me done for the day thank you very much.” I added and collected my things and left the office. 

Walking into my apartment I was exhausted, dumping my handbag and coat on the sofa I stripped off and turned the shower on. Standing underneath the water flow I enjoyed having the hot water fall onto and down my body as I felt the day drain away from me. 

Monday came and I was back in the office like normal and already typing away at my desk which was located just outside Klaus’ office. I was in the process of sorting through some of the stray bits of paperwork that was scattered on my desk when the familiar notification came through. Glancing at the screen I let out a scoff, Klaus wanted to see me in his office. Pulling out the USB drive that was in my computer and strutted into the room. 

“His lordship wishes to see me.” I teased, mocking a curtsy. 

“Did you type up the transcript from the Salvatore meeting?” He asked bluntly. 

“Yes it’s all on here but you also have paper copies in the bottom drawer in your desk, you have a meeting in twenty minutes with Marcel and I also made a reservation at that fancy restaurant for you and Caroline at eight.” I replied, motioning to the USB stick in my hand when I mentioned it. 

“What would I do without you love?” 

“Probably you wouldn’t survive at all, but is it really a good idea to be seeing Caroline outside of business negotiations?” I asked him. 

“You see love that when people have too much to drink they let details slip. All you have to do is ask questions. But would you be a sweetheart and pick up my suit from the dry cleaners?” Klaus replies smugly. 

“If you say so, but in my opinion playing Caroline like the way your aiming is just a dick move. And what did your last slave die of?” I told him bluntly. 

“Love I’m not playing your friend. I’m playing the odds so I can win the bothersome game between us and Salvatore’s just remember who you get your paychecks from, and we ‘evil villains’ have minions such as yourself to go and pick up dry cleaning. Now if you don’t mind.” 

“Yeah, yeah I get it. Just if you do you know find yourself in a compromising position later tonight make sure you wrap it before you tap it.” I sassed, winking at him and left the office. 

#elijah mikealson #klaus mikaelson #Kol mikaelson #the originals #caroline forbes #camille o'connell #davina claire #marcel gerard #human au #fifty shades spin off #fanfiction #fanfic

[euthymiaei]

Tony- I Actually Love You

! Gif not Mine !

Word Count: 1652

Warnings: Fluffy? Kind of Angsty? I honestly have no idea :(

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Tony was being irritating again. This time, however, he was only targeting you. It was getting on your nerves. "Tony, if you don't shut up right now, I will tell Gibbs."  You snapped as he cracked another one of his lame jokes. "Oh come on Y/N, you can't tell me that I'm not funny."  He said as he stood in front of your desk. "Yes, I can. And I will. You're not funny."  You glared up at him. "Ouch, that hurt Y/N."  He put his hand over his heart and put on a pained expression. "DiNozzo, stop bothering Y/N."  Ziva had just walked out of the elevator and sat down at her desk. You smiled at her and looked back at your computer. Ever since you had joined the team, Tony had been annoying you non-stop and Ziva was always the one to make him stop. You had started to take a liking to her but you knew that it would be irrational to tell her. Not to mention, rule 12. "You're always defending her, Ziva." Tony stuck his tongue out at her and sat down at his desk. "That's because you're always annoying her." Ziva rolled her eyes and started reading something on her computer. "Don't even bother arguing DiNozzo."  Gibbs had just walked in and was looking quite amused. Tony frowned slightly and started working on his computer. You looked around and noticed that McGee wasn't here yet, which was strange since he usually came in before you. "Anyone see McGee?"  You asked as you started to worry. "Nope, not yet. He's late though."  Gibbs replied as he looked at his phone. "We've got a case." You all grabbed your stuff and followed Gibbs down to the parking garage. As you got to the parking level, you saw McGee running towards you. "Sorry! Overslept." He followed you guys and you split off into teams. Team one was Gibbs and McGee, team two was you, Ziva and Tony. You got into your separate cars and made your way down to the crime scene. Once you got there, you took out the camera and started taking photos of the crime scene and the victim. "Why don't you take a picture of something more interesting?"  Tony stood in front of your camera and you sighed. "Like what?"  You decided to humor him which was a big mistake. "Me, obviously."  He smirked and leaned in close to you. "Yeah, right."  You rolled your eyes and looked over at Ziva. "Ziva, smile!"  You raised the camera up at her and she smiled while you took the picture. "See that's more interesting."  You said as you looked at the picture. Tony looked at you and realized why his attempts weren't working on you. You liked Ziva and there was no way he could ever compare to her. He smiled sadly and walked over to Ducky. You looked at him and shook your head. You would never be able to understand what went through his head just now. "Hey boss, I think I'm gonna stop by your basement tonight."  Tony mumbled as he walked past Gibbs. "Sure. Any reason in particular?"  Gibbs asked him but he had already left. You all got back into your cars and drove back to the office. You and Ziva were talking to each other the whole time and Tony just sat there. He couldn't understand how he didn't see it before. The case was fairly simple and the team was able to wrap it up quickly. It was time to go home before you could even blink. "Goodnight everyone."  You waved at everyone as you walked to the elevator. "Y/N, wait up!"  Tony called out as he ran after you. You sighed and held the elevator door for him. He walked in and smiled at you and you returned the smile reluctantly. Tony was a nice guy but he wasn't the person you were looking for. You were shaken out of your thoughts when he flipped the switch in the elevator, bringing it to a halt. "Tony, what are you doing?"  You knew that Gibbs liked to do this to have important conversations but you didn't know why Tony was doing it. "I wanted to say something to you."  He looked at you with an expression that you had never seen on him before. Hurt. "Ok, what is it?"  You asked him softly in case it was something serious. "I know that you like Ziva. I just realized it today. I'm sorry for all the times I was trying to get with you."  He looked into your eyes. "Wait what? When did I say that I liked Ziva?"  You crossed your arms and glared at him. "I saw it in your eyes at the crime scene, when you were taking pictures of her."  He flipped the switch again and the elevator started moving again. You really didn't know what to say. You were so used to the carefree and fun-loving Tony that you didn't know how to talk to a sad and heartbroken Tony. "Tony-" "I'll see you tomorrow Y/N."  He walked out of the elevator without even glancing back at you. "Yeah, see you tomorrow."  You stood there for a moment before making your way to your car. You couldn't stop thinking about what Tony had said or rather, the way he had said it. You knew that Tony liked to flirt but he seemed to be really hurt. You didn't know what to do. You started driving home, barely registering what was happening around you as you thought about him. You didn't even notice the stop signs you were missing or the lights changing. Or the pick-up truck that was headed right for you. By the time you had realized it, it was too late. The truck had hit you head-on. Your car flipped over four times before coming to a stop, upside down. You were slowly losing consciousness. You heard the sirens and saw flashing lights before you were out completely. The accident was bad. You could hear the doctors saying it as you were rushed through the halls of the hospital. They were panicking and you couldn't see why. Could it be the amount of blood you had lost? Maybe. Or perhaps it was the fact that you couldn't feel your right arm, at all. You wondered if they knew that. "Doctor? I...I can't feel my right arm."  You whispered up at the doctor who was leaning over you to inspect you. "What? Can you move your fingers?"  He sounded worried. "I'm trying."  You felt tears fall as you realized that your fingers were not moving. "I'm going to get another doctor, sit tight."  He patted your head and went to find his superior. You nodded and sat there feeling useless. If only you hadn't been so reckless. You didn't want anyone from the team to see you like this but you knew that they would find out and come to see you. "Miss? There's someone here to see you."  A nurse poked her head into the room and you nodded to let the person in. "Y/N, what happened?"  You heard Tony's voice and slapped yourself internally. "Just a car accident. Nothing important."  You brushed it off but Tony was persistent. "Just a car accident? Y/N, you almost died!"  He walked over to you brushed your hair out of your face. It was something that you couldn't currently do thanks to the lack of feeling in your right arm and the cast wrapped around your left. "Yeah, but I'm fine now."  You frowned at him. "I talked to the doctor Y/N, he said that you can't move your right arm. I'd hardly call that fine."  He held your right hand in his own and you looked into his eyes. "You always put on a strong appearance Y/N, you can be real with me."  He kissed the back of your hand but you couldn't feel it and you started to tear up. "I hate this Tony, I feel so useless."  You started to cry and he leaned down to hug you. "Tony?" "Yeah?" "I love you."  You whispered softly into his ear. He pulled away from you and looked down at you in shock. He wasn't expecting you to say that. Not now, not ever. And yet, here you were, confessing your love to him. "Why?" You blinked. Why? Was he seriously asking you why? How were you even supposed to answer that? "What do you mean?" "Why are you suddenly confessing your love to me? And why me?"  He sat back down in the chair that was placed by your bed. "Let me answer the second question first. Why you? Well, for starters, you're incredibly funny when you're not trying. You care about the team, even McGee, and you always have a way to cheer any of us up. You have a bright, positive personality, you always manage to make any situation a good one, you...sorry."  You blushed as you realized that you were ranting. "It's fine."  He smiled at you and you swore the room lit up. "And now, your first question. I decided to confess to you today because of my accident. It made me realize that I do have feelings for you and I was scared of leaving you."  You mumbled as you fiddled with the bed sheets. "Ah. Who would have thought that a car accident was all that you needed to realize that you loved me?"  He laughed softly and stood up. "Yeah...weird isn't it?"  You smiled at him. "Definitely."  He leaned over you and looked at you, his face barely inches away from yours. "Tony?" "Yeah?" "Kiss me?" "Hell yeah." You felt safe in his arms. You felt loved, wanted, cared for. Things that you hadn't felt before. You knew that you made the right choice. And you would never leave him.

#ncis #ncis x reader #ncistony #ncis dinozzo #ncis imagine #ncis fandom #ncis fanfiction

[angst-king]

Dr Suneater

(this is a special needs AU, No Mirio, Tamaki, and Nejire were placed in 1-R they’d gotten in before 1-R had been made they were accepted by pure luck and faith from the school...)

 Both Nejire and Mirio were so patient with their boyfriend Tamaki who lacked self confidence. He had anxiety in talking to people, being in large crowded places, even in his hero training but. He always managed to pull through. To many people Tamaki presented as a scared, fragile elfling who trembled at his own shadow but. To his boyfriend and girlfriend they saw how strong he was for not only dealing with anxiety and low self esteem but. For being strong enough to help the other two when they need him the most. There had been very few incidents where it was displayed in a public setting but one of the times was with Nejire.

 They were walking through the cafeteria, lunch trays in hand, Mirio was talking about a video game they had all been playing. They took their seats at their favorite table. When Nejire noticed she’d forgotten her milk carton. “Hey guys I’ll be right back, I forgot to get my milk.” “Alright Nej” She gets up from her seat and is on her way to the lunch line to get her milk. 

Smiling, she grabs her milk and heads back to go and pay for it before heading back to her table. As she walked back the feeling of dizziness washed over her. Her head began to blank and filled with a staticy sensation. She froze, her eyes couldn’t focus and she tried to stumble and regain sensation but she fell face forwards. Her body tensed up and started to shake and spasm around. The people she’d fallen around shrieked, jumping at this.

It had only been a minute and Tamaki was worried when Nejire hadn’t come back yet. He peered over and didn’t see her in the lunch line. He brought this up to Mirio who looked over and then seemed just as confused. “Huh? Where is she?” Then Tamaki saw a crowd of people  around in a circle in the middle of the room, he’d had a bad feeling about this and got up from his seat. “Mirio I have a bad feeling about this.” 

He puts down whatever he was doing and goes towards the large mob. Mirio followed the elf boy, as they grew closer to the crowd all that could be heard was. “Oh my god” “Should we do something?” “is she faking?” “let's get this on video” “This is kinda funny lets put it on tiktok” When the crowd gave Tamaki an opening, his blood began to boil. There she was lying on the cold tile floor convulsing and these people are just doing nothing but spectating and taking pictures! Something in tamaki changed his demeanor, he looked to Mirio with a serious look that sent chills his way. “Go grab Nejire’s spare bag Mirio” With nothing but a nod the blond hurried the other way.

 Tamaki pushed his way through the crowd taking no prisoners. He made it to Nejire and started to push her on her side. She was warm to the touch as well as ridgid, she was frothing at the mouth as her eyes went back into her head. Students continued to crowd, narrowing the space some were trying to find a way to take a video, that made Tamaki growl.

“Back away now!” This shocked his peers as they’d known him as this timid thing who shook under their gaze but. This Tamaki was different. He was trying to control the situation the best he could. He felt this overwhelming need to protect his girlfriend who was in her most vulnerable moments. This was when she needed him the most, when she needed Tamaki to take charge. Someone tried to get down and get a close up picture, that was what made Tamaki snap. He did a spider man stance over top of Nejire  which would block anyone’s view of her. Sprawling over top of her in a somewhat push up like position he yelled. “Get back now!”

 Luckily Mirio phased his way over with Nejire’s bag. While this was going on Nejire’s seizure began to slow to a stop. Sighing in relief Tamaki sat beside her on Nejire’s right. Using the book bag to keep Nejire on her side. Tamaki began to loosen her tie and overcoat she wore then switching sides to get behind Nejire. “Mirio I need you to get me a hair tie or something to keep her hair back please.” Mirio quickly searched through the bag and got out a ribbon. Hands working swiftly, Nejire’s hair was tied into a medium height ponytail. Still leaving her bangs where they were as he moved on to examining the girl for any injuries. He swore under his breath seeing the right side of her face was a bit bruised. He sees her lip is busted and asked. 

“Mirio, can you grab the bandaid pads please?” “already on it Sun” He’s handed a box of bandage pads and pulls out one and patches up the bleed. At the feeling of touch and voices Nejire starts to stir she’s struggling to get up but Tamaki gently pulls her down. “Shhh no Nej I need you to stay down for now.” She silently complied though made soft whimpers and whines as her body was slowly becoming limp. When Tamaki had finished his assessment he then asked Nejire. “Would you like to go to recovery girl, or your dorm?” “d-dorm please”  Tamaki adjusted himself so he could help Nejire up while Mirio packed up the spare bag. “We’ll get our stuff, an excuse for the teachers and then it's off to your dorm.” Tamaki spoke softly, keeping his arm around Nejire’s waist to steady her. The crowd had dispersed a little which facilitated the walking to get their book bags. 

Book bags over shoulder they went to the office to fill out an excuse to skip class which went smoothly. Now it was off to Nejire’s dorm. Nejire was starting to feel a little better but was still struggling to let their system rebalance itself. Making it to the dorm, Nejire began to feel sick to her stomach while her head was really hurting. “G-guys I f-feel sick” She warned them, Tamaki nodded and guided her to the large kitchen sink, they could rinse and clean it out. They were just in time a sharp gag caused the blue haired girl to lean over the sink and get sick.

Tamaki and Mirio frowned and stayed close, pushing her bangs back and rubbing smooth circles. It wasn’t a long round this time which made Mirio and Tamaki feel better, with a paper towel she cleaned up her face.

 “Hey Nej, want some water?” Mirio inquired, earning a slow nod while she held her head. “Nejire, do you  think you can stomach your medicine?” “y-yeah” With that Tamaki lets her lean her back against the sink and fishes in Nejire’s extra bag and finds a few bottles of pills. Looking at Mirio he says. “Give her these I’ll clean up the sink” Mirio takes Nejire away from the sink while Tamaki cleans out the sink. It didn’t take long to scrub it down and wash his hands. Nejire had swallowed down the pills with the water, she was ready to go lie down.

 “Alright Nejire lets go get you to bed” Nejire tried to walk away from the counter she was leaning on but her knees buckled. Tamaki caught her “I’ve got you” He lifted her bridal style so she was leaning into his chest. Blushing a little bit as she noticed the look on Tamaki’s face, It was so serious yet gentle at the same time. Kind of like a doctor treating a patient. Very few people got to see this face and deemed it a rare occasion but. Those who were around Tamaki like Mirio and Nejire knew this was a decent recurrence. Mirio had a fainting disorder which could be triggered by his hypoglycemia, sudden weather change, or standing up too fast. Tamaki had grown used to taking care of his lovers and even his Kohai Kirishima Eijirou who also had epilepsy. 

Tamaki’s serious side would always trump his social anxiety in certain situations like these. He didn’t know why but it gave him a shred of confidence that he never brought up on his own. Usually it would be a teacher, his friends, or his lovers who brought on the acknowledgement of his ability to turn from cowering anxiously, to brave and able to take on the problem. 

Carrying Nejire up to her room, Tamaki let Mirio handle the elevator buttons as well as the girl’s bedroom door. Entering her room, Tamaki sets Nejire down and says. “I’m gonna go change ok”  Mirio follows suit leaving Nejire to change into more casual clothes in private.

Grouping up in Nejire’s room in their casual wear, Nejire had the boys sitting on the bed. She was curled up between them and just relaxed. “Tamaki, I have a question for you.” Tamaki looked down “hm?” Nejire continued. “So how come you’re so anxious around people until something like me seizing or Mirio faint. You get all serious, not that I don’t like it. Its just amusing seeing you change demeanors.” Tamaki blushes deeply at this question and shrank. “I-I don’t know honestly. I gu-guess something in me j-just clicks because I know how vulnerable you are in that state.” Tamaki was trying to put thought into his words, it was truly his own mini anecdote. “I was used to being in those situations. So I guess a part of me is reflecting that I want to do something. So I do the things I couldn’t do for myself for you guys.” He shrugged at the end, it felt as if he’d just been rambling nonsense. He then received a hug, four strong arms embraced him lovingly with kisses on both cheeks. He’d been pulled by both Nejire and Mirio who nuzzled him caringly. “Well we appreciate it so much” Mirio states with a smile “thanks for taking care of me, Dr suneater.” Doctor suneater was a nickname Nejire had given the indigo haired male when she was so out of it after a seizure. It stuck and sometimes Mirio would even call him that too. “Y-you’re welcome Nejire, I’m just glad y-you’re okay.” 

“We love you Sun” Nejire and Mirio say together. A pink hue made it all the way to the tips of Tamaki’s ears. “I love you both too” “Hehe Dr Suneater” Nejire giggles tiredly with a small yawn.

#BNHA special needs kids #Nejire has epilespy #mirio has Hypoglycemia #Tamaki is a little OOC #Nejire x Tamaki x Mirio #Big three ship