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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Power And Control

Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’ve been a bad girl and now you you’re going to be punished.

Genre - Smut/Yandere

Warnings - Spanking, degradation, Seonghwa is a dom 🥵, daddy kink, toxic relationship, predatory, language

Word Count - 1.4k

Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed. Anyone else would have walked past and gone on with their day. But not him. Perception is his gift and he knows you all too well.

Backing up, your socks slick against the marble floor, you know it’s already too late yet the instinct to escape is too strong to ignore. You have made your decision to run knowing that if he’s forced to chase you, he won’t stop until you’re punished. It’s what you deserve after all – you’ve been a bad girl.

Turning on your heels, you almost trip over your own feet as you reach out to steady yourself against the stone railing of the stairs. Not daring to look over your shoulder, fearing he is right behind you, you instead fly up the stairs two at a time and dash down the hallway before finally sneaking a peek behind you.

He’s not there. He’s giving you time to hide.

Slipping into the spare bathroom, you look around in a frenzy before sinking into the bathtub behind the tempered glass. If he walks up to the shower he will notice you straightaway, but from the door it should be enough cover.

If you hadn’t been so preoccupied this morning you would have remembered to take out the trash and he wouldn’t have noticed it. He wouldn’t have seen the evidence that showed you left the house when he told you not to.

“Why are you running?” His voice is closer than you’d like. “You’re just making it harder on yourself.”

It’s true. He hates it when you hide. But, he was on his way out. He’ll be late if he doesn’t leave soon. If you can stay quiet, if you don’t bring any attention to yourself, he might just leave and if he does, he’ll have plenty of time to calm down before you have to face him again tonight.

“Come out now and I won’t get angry. I promise.”

Swallowing hard you resist the urge to move. You can’t fall for his sweet words. There’s no way he’ll go easy on you.

“I’m going to count to three and if you don’t come out by then, I can’t be held responsible for what I may do.”

His voice is further away. Letting out a jagged breath, you lift your hips and slide into a more comfortable position.

“One.”

He’s at the end of the hall. You’re fine.

“Two.”

Cracking your back, you drum your fingers against your thigh and wait for him to go back downstairs. Hopefully he leaves quickly.

“Three.”

But why does he sound so close?

“I know you’re in the bathroom.”

Fuck.

“I gave you a chance to come out willingly. Now you’ve left me no choice but to come in there and drag you out.”

“I can explain,” you say, jumping up from the tub. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses.” He stands in the doorway, his frame stealing all the space, making the room feel small. Making you feel small.

“Not here.”

“If you didn’t want to be punished here you shouldn’t have run away. Assume the position,” he says, unbuckling his belt.

“Please, daddy.” Sliding to your knees across the frigid, cold tile, you curl up under him. Reaching out, you ball your hands up into fists as you clench them around the silky material of his jacket. Looking at him from under your lashes, you give him a shy smile. “I don’t want you to be late.”

“You should have thought about that before you pulled this little stunt,” he says, pulling you up quickly from the floor and throwing you over his shoulder. He kicks open the bedroom door, the loud snap of his boot on wood familiar yet still shocking. Tossing you down on the bed, he slides his belt out loop by loop, his eyes intent on yours. “Assume the position.”

“It’s not what it looks like–”

“What did I just say?”

Taking in a bitter breath, you turn over and shimmy down the mattress until your toes touch the floor. Flinging your face into the thick downy bedding, you wait, listening to the steady ticking from the old grandfather clock in the corner of the room. After a moment of silence you click your teeth and pull up your creamy silk dressing gown so the only material covering the bottom half of your body is the black thong he requested you wear to bed last night. You brace yourself.

His fingertips brush against your bare arse like a feather and you begin to wonder if you actually felt them. You start to turn your head when you hear the snap of leather on leather, the pull of the belt.

Squeezing your eyes shut you shift your hips back and forth in anticipation, the ticking of the ancient clock slowing down to a blurred beat echoing down inside your eardrums. Your breath hitches and your toes curl as a smile spreads across your face.

Instead of the familiar smack of the belt you wince as his palm claps against your cheeks, causing them to vibrate and jiggle before he tells you, “Count them off.”

“One.” Your voice is steady even as your heartbeat starts to quicken.

A small yelp exits your lips as he continues, his large hand slapping your soft flesh.

“Two,” you moan out the word as heat spreads both across your face and radiates from your tender rear.

He chuckles and brings down his hand for a third time. This time you squeal with delight, your breathing accelerating along with your erratic heart. Licking your lips, you squeeze the plush bedding between your fingers.

“Three,” you choke out the word between pants as flames dance across your skin and heat pools within your throbbing cunt.

Squirming, you shift your arse back and forth, the friction of the movement against your clit making you shudder in pleasure. A gurgled cry bubbles out of your mouth as he spanks you once more, your whole body propelling forward on weak elbows that threaten to give out.

“Four.” The word is dirty on your lips, raw and unadulterated.

“What a little slut. I didn’t even get to 5 and you’re already soaking wet,” he says, his fingers grazing the tiny material covering your pussy. Writhing under his touch you chance a glance behind you and your eyes widen. He’s looking at his watch. Shit. He looks down at you, a mischievous grin teasing his features and you groan. “Ah, I don’t want to be late.”

“No, daddy, please,” you beg, turning on shaky knees. “I haven’t learnt my lesson yet. Please don’t stop.”

“I have a meeting in an hour. I’m already pushing it.”

“But. No, I–” He pulls his hand back and the loss of contact feels like torture. Sitting up, your calves positioned under your thighs, you bite your bottom lip and whine. He shakes his head, bending down to grab his belt and starts to walk towards the door. “Wait!”

“We can continue your punishment after I get home.”

“Wait! Please.” You follow him, sliding to the floor like a snake, pulling on the expensive material of his navy blue suit pants. “If you don’t finish my punishment now, I might not learn my place. I might even leave the house again.”

He kicks out his foot, dislodging your fingers from his pants as cold eyes stare down at you. The skin of his jaw pulls back as he clicks his tongue. A vein in his neck bulges from the weight of his teeth grinding together before he takes a deep breath and relaxes into a tight smile.

“You don’t want the punishment that will come from disobeying me again.”

He leans down, dragging you halfway up by your hair. Pulling you into a kiss that’s all teeth and heat, he leaves your lips swollen and pulsing in need. His tongue dances along your lips before pushing inside long enough to taste, to leave you needing more.

“Don’t provoke me again, darling. I promise you won’t like the outcome.”

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takecareluv · 2 years

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it’s you & me || vinnie hacker x reader

a.n. hi besties!!! this is part two to second chances, but of course can be read alone. i hope you guys love this. this is what i instantly envisioned when i got the first request!everything about lake como is so dreamy to me and i hope to visit one day (with hopefully my own vinnie) maybe for a wedding !?!! also a little surprise ending … !? hehehe enjoy 🫶🏼

the sun barely had risen when you were awaken by your alarm bright and early that following morning. if it was any other day, you would have been exhausted, hitting snooze at least a dozen times. but today wasn’t any other day; today you were flying to italy with the love of your life for a trip you had only known about for less than twelve hours.

you were quick to hop out of bed, wanting a few extra calm moments before the impending chaos that always ensued upon entering an airport.

after making a strong pot of much needed coffee, you headed back up the stairs and into your bedroom with two mugs in your hands. you set the cups down, walking over to vinnie’s side of the bed to wake up the sleepy boy.

it took a couple minutes, but after a lot of shaking, and maybe a couple slaps, you finally saw those brown eyes fluttering open to look up at you. “morning, baby.” he mumbled with that morning voice you loved so much.

“good morning, my love. i made coffee if you want some.” you smiled, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in a while.

“thanks, baby. what time is it?” he asked, still a bit disoriented from just waking up.

“its five o’clock. we should probably leave soon that way we have time to get breakfast or something before the flight.”

“mkay, love.” vinnie responded while sitting up and pulling you to stand between his legs. he started rubbing his hands up and down your frame, trying to relax any nerves you might have, knowing you normally get a little overwhelmed on travel days. “how you feeling, sweet girl?”

you always appreciated how caring and understanding he was about your mental health. he never made you feel like a burden which you generally thought yourself to be most of the time. it was one of the many things you loved about him and were happy to get back after so long.

“i’m okay right now. i don’t think its hit me yet where we’re going, i’m just so excited. it doesn’t feel real, by the end of the day we’re going to be in italy! ITALY!” you squealed eagerly, grabbing his face with both your hands and placing a kiss to his chapped lips.

you then pulled him up to stand, “now c’mon, sleepyhead. what are you waiting for?!”

“how much coffee have you had? i've never seen you this energetic this early in the morning.”

you giggled while still spinning and skipping around the room cheerfully. “i’m just so happy, vin. it’s been a while since we've done something together. i missed it. i missed you.”

“i know and i am really sorry about that again, baby. but today we’re going to change all of that. i love you so much. this is all for you.”

“i love you too. now go shower, you smell.”

“yes ma'am.” he instantly replied, saluting you and marching off to the ensuite bathroom, leaving you in a fit of laughter.

while vinnie was in the shower, you were triple checking to make sure you had everything you wanted and needed for this trip. seeing as it was so last minute, you didn’t have time to plan and pack as much as you usually liked to. going over your checklist for the hundredth time, you still felt like you were forgetting something.

every couple minutes, you would barge into the bathroom asking vinnie way too many questions for his brain to handle this early in the morning.

“did you remember to get our passports?”

“do you think i need a jacket? it'll probably be too hot right? and i can just buy one there if i need.”

“did i pack enough bathing suits? i think six is enough, yeah?”

"should i bring my laptop or leave it here?”

“what time was our flight again?”

it was like every other second, you had a new worry that popped into your mind causing you to feel more and more anxious. luckily vinnie was just getting out of the shower when you were about to fully breakdown, and hastily made his way over to you to stop the panic before it even begun. “hey, hey, hey. it’s okay. you're going to be okay. just breathe. we have everything we need and if there's anything we forget, we can buy it there, okay? i have our passports and tickets in my backpack. no more worrying, okay baby. i want you to relax, i got everything covered. now let me see that beautiful smile.”

you just tucked you head into the crook of his neck, getting shy at his request.

“don't hide from me now. lemme see that pretty face of yours, baby.”

you obliged, finally looking up at him and he grinned. “there she is. my pretty girl.” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i just have to get dressed and then we can head out, how’s that sound?”

“okay. i’m ready when you are, bub.”

fast forward through all the craziness of tsa and the flight, and many hours later you finally arrived in the magnificent lake como, italy.

the last time you were here, you were getting married. the most magical day of your life. you couldn’t believe you were back so soon. it was like you were living in a fairytale that you hoped would never end.

sat in the back of your uber, cuddled close to your husband, you approached a hotel that looked awfully familiar. you turned to vinnie with a big smile on your face, “are we staying in the same hotel as our wedding night?”

he only grinned. pulling you out once the car came to a stop. “c’mon, baby. this is only the beginning.”

the check in process was prompt and you were now racing to the elevator, excited to see the room, and more importantly to take a nap.

from the moment you stepped inside, you immediately recognized the elegant interior, the huge bed, all the way to the grand balcony doors propped open against the wall opposite you, leading out to the majestic lake you could stare at for hours on end. this was the exact room you stayed in the night of your wedding. it was just how you remembered; perfect.

you turned to vinnie with so much love and adoration in your eyes. you didn’t have to say a single word, he knew exactly what you were thinking. instead, he grabbed your waist, pulling you close and connecting your lips. “i love you.”… “so so much,” you babbled between kisses.

“and i you,” he whispered back, both of you drifting off to sleep soon after tangled in each other’s arms.

the next morning, or should i say afternoon, you woke up feeling a lot less jet lagged. rolling over, you reached out only to notice an empty spot beside you. you opened your eyes to see no vinnie, but a note sitting in his place.

my love,

i’m sorry for making you wake up alone. i’ll be back soon. i just had some some things to finalize for tonight. in the meantime, go enjoy some lunch and relax by the pool. i also left you an itinerary for the spa, if you'd rather go there. treat yourself, baby! see you in a little bit.

i love you,

your vinnie <3

you couldn't help but smile after reading the handwritten note, i really am one lucky girl, you thought out loud.

not even bothering to check the time, you were on vacation after all, you leapt out of the bed that looked as if it was built for a princess and opened your suitcase to rummage through all of the clothes you brought. once you picked out what you thought to be the perfect outfit for the day, you slipped it over the bathing suit you already put on.

you spent the rest of the afternoon lounging by the pool surrounded by flowers and age-old trees in its own little corner of paradise. you sipped on a aperol spritz and munched on the most amazing margarita pizza you'd ever had, enjoying the tranquil moment.

a couple hours later vinnie joined you on the patio where you shared another drink before he whisked you away back to the room so you could get ready for this all so mysterious night’s plans.

you showered, taking some extra time to pamper yourself by exfoliating your skin and doing a hair mask. once you finished your self-care shower, you began doing your makeup, letting your hair air dry.

your makeup didn’t take too long as you went for a more natural, simple look using mostly cream based, dewy products. using your luxurious dior lip oil that you only put on for special occasions, you made the final touches to your makeup and hair. looking in the mirror, you were satisfied with how you looked.

it was then time to put on the dress, which you had been looking forward to wearing all day.

“wow. you get more and more beautiful each day. how did i get so lucky?” vinnie stood across the room in a white button-down and dress pants, looking at you like you were the only girl in the world, truly in awe of your beauty.

“i ask myself the same thing. you look so handsome, baby. now can you finally tell me where we’re going?” you asked, walking over to him with those sweet eyes that typically got you what you wanted.

“you’ll know soon enough. now let’s go, we’re on a little bit of a time crunch.”

you made your way down and out of the hotel towards the sidewalk along the glimmering lake that you figured would lead you wherever you were heading next.

three short minutes later, you came face to face with an extravagant villa you once again recognized from your wedding day. you smiled at the memory. “what are we doing here?” you asked cluelessly as vinnie continued to guide you through the winding stairs and tiny gardens of the mansion until you reached the terrace that looked out upon the water.

there was staff walking all around you, clearly setting up for an event, although they didn’t seem to be bothered by your presence. you were growing more confused every second that went by.

you finally came to a halt once you were stood under an arbor made of twisted vines and fragrant flowers. vinnie then grabbed your hands with his own, “i told you i wanted a fresh start so here we are. now we only have ten minutes before they kick us out for the wedding they have soon. but i just want to say i love you so much. it scares me sometimes, i've never loved anyone as much as i love you. last time we stood here a year ago i promised to always be there for you, to take care of you and love you, and be the husband you so greatly deserve. but i haven’t done that. i haven't been there for you and i’m sorry. i can't apologize enough. i let you down, and quite frankly let myself down, these past several months, but never again. even in our worst moments, i promise to be there for you always. the way i should've been and the way you deserve, through thick and thin. i can't promise that we won’t argue and fight, every couple does, but i can promise to never let you go to sleep upset. i promise to never make you feel like i don't love you. because i do; i adore you, and i will never let you forget it. it’s you and me forever, baby.”

to say you were crying by the end of his speech was an understatement. you were overcome with so many emotions all in one single moment, you couldn’t get any words out, you didn’t even know where to begin.

but vinnie knew, he always knew. he simply wiped the tears from under your eyes and leaned forward to place a kiss to your nose, both your cheeks, and lastly your lips.

it was a moment you would remember for the rest of your life.

for the rest of the already magical night, you both wandered around the village after having a delicious meal, and eventually getting some gelato.

once the sun set, you decided to make your way back to the hotel. now it was vinnie’s turn for a surprise, and you planned on give him the royal treatment all night long for always making yoy feel like such a princess.

four weeks later...

recently you had noticed you’d been feeling especially tired. you were more emotional than ever with some crazy mood swings, and had woken up feeling nauseous the past several days. as you started think about it more you came to realize you didn’t remember getting your period this month. you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten it for that matter. it was definitely way before your trip to italy.

once it hit you, you rushed into the bathroom in search of a pregnancy test you knew was stored somewhere deep within the vanity drawers. you eventually found it, ripping the test out of the box, quickly taking it.

you didn’t need the test, you knew deep down what the outcome would be. all signs pointed to it.

the timer aburptly went off, interrupting the million thoughts going through your head. you hesitantly turned the stick over and one word stuck out to you...

positive.

a.n. hiii i’m popping in again! what do we think ?? i’ve been wanting to write in a pregnancy for so long and i thought this would be the perfect one to do it !!! i absolutely love reading dad & family fics (idk what you would call them) but anything with mom!reader & dad!whoever <3 it just pulls on my heart strings, they’re always so adorable 🥹 so i wanted to try writing my own !!! tbh i’m a little nervous bc it is something i love to read so much idk if i can do it justice. plus don’t want to mess up the whole concept for me haha but we’ll see !!! so requests for dad!vinnie are now open 🤍

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maddipoof · 1 year

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CONGRATS DELLA!!!! IM SO SUPER DUPER PROUD OF YOU <3

🌷 I was wondering if I could have a fluff blurb with Eddie? I struggle with anxiety and things being too much for me, so I was thinking Eddie comforting reader who is overwhelmed with school and life. Maybe a prompt could be, "c'mon...let's take a break and come back to this when we're ready."

This is usually something I do to stop my thoughts from running wild and stressing out...hopefully this is helpful, but please let me know if it's too complicated and I could totally do somethng more simple!!!

congrats again, della!!! 💘🌸🌟

Thank you 🥰🥰😚

It’s not too complicated, it’s lovely 💕(not proof read 😬)

You’ve been looking at this one page for an hour and a half, trying to sit down and get it done, but your brain didn’t seem to get the memo this was work time, not intrusive thoughts time. You think you have to be shaking with all the thoughts running around your body, a discordant orchestra of anxieties in a thunderstorm taking over your mind. You try to tell yourself you’ll be fine, it’s only one grade, your teachers like you well enough, they can be understanding. Not if they don’t like you as much as you thought they did, if this is the one time Mrs. Donner decides against partial cred—

A rapid knock in your window pulled your mind from your thoughts but the smile through the glass calmed you instantly.

“Hey sweetheart, let me in will ya? ‘S freezing out here.” You stood in front of him and pretended to contemplate it for a second, but how could you not give in to that face? It took two big pushes since the ice practically sealed it shut but as soon as there was enough space for him to get through, he ducked under and took your face in both hands. “Mornin’ sweetheart,” he mumbled against your lips and you pulled back, taking him with you since the open window was bringing in all the cold. He slid it shut and locked it then shot you a concerned look.

“Morning? Ed, it’s like 10 o’clock.”

“Baby it's 3:30, why're you still up?" He tossed himself onto your bed, still made from that morning.

"I was just–" you vaguely gestured to your desk, littered with papers. "Doesn't matter, why are you still up? Shouldn't you be home?"

"Wow, that's one way to treat a guest.”

“No–I just mean how did you get here. If it is 3, which I doubt, what are you doing here.”

"Well first of all," he picked up your alarm clock and shook it at you as much as he could with it still attached to the wall, the flashing 3:47 taunting you. "And second, I was coming home from the hideout and thought I'd take a shortcut. Then I saw your light was still on." and I was worried about you.

"Edda," it started as a joke, he always joked with you about how many times you'd call him over then immediately forget what you were going to say, so it always ended up 'Ed-uhhh' Sweetheart, you call me that so much it might as well be my name. "We're nowhere near the hideout."

"I know but I wanted to check up on you. What are you doing up?"

Your essay, fuck– your essay. "Uh, nothing, don't– don't worry about it, I'm fine. Just some school work." You rushed to sit back at your desk and started rereading to where you left off. "Don't uh– You can stay just..." you trailed off and started scribbling again. The final draft was due tomorrow and you've never turned in anything less than an 85, but that was a one off circumstance. You still had 4 hours to get it done, so close to the finish line, just this one transition sentence needs to start cooperating. If only you'd stop procrastinating... well can it really be procrastinating if it's your math set and your science lab, all due the day after but you hardly have any time at all tomorrow and, and, and...

"—Hey, you still in there, baby?" You blinked as you came back to yourself. "Hey, sweetheart." Eddie was crouched next to your seat, a hand on the back of your chair and one over your knee. He must have taken his jacket and boots off while you weren't paying attention.

"Sor–sorry, I'll uh..." you turned back to the page and reached for your pen but he reached across you for your hand before you could.

He shook his head and rubbed his thumb back and forth over the back of your hand. "C'mon," he nodded back towards your bed, "let's take a break and come back to this when we're ready."

"But it's–"

"I know what it is, and I know it's great, and I know we're gonna talk to Kelley tomorrow and figure it out." He stood up now, but leaning over you now. "Yeah?"

"Ok, but–"

"Enough with the buts, no buts. Except yours, in that bed." He smiled on one side at his own lame joke.

"That was so bad." He smiled even bigger when you stood up and let him put his arms around your waist.

"Mmm, but you love it."

"I'm not sure about that, but I love you so that'll just have to suffice."

"Suffice, it does. Your bed, m'lady."

"Thank you, kind sir." He pulled the covers down for you and gave you a look when you didn't get in. "Stay over?"

"Your dad'll kill me."

"So? You're like a cat, you've got 9 lives."

"A cat? How?"

"You're very cat like. A lil stray," you pouted and slid your hand down a curl framing his face, then lightly tugged the end. "My lil stray."

That didn't seem to convince him any further, "Stay, we have warm milk? Please?"

"Quit it with the cat jokes and I will."

"Yay!"

He slid in behind you and nudged your shoulder with his cold nose then a warm kiss. You laid in silence for a few minutes, he stopped his restless movements and when you were certain he was asleep, "meow."

He was not asleep and the way he said your name sounded like a threat to leave he'd never make good on.

"Shhh, shhh, sorry, sorry," you giggled and he laid back down beside you.

"Good night," he said with joking firmness.

"Goodnight....my kitten."

And he purred, this boy purred, freakishly realistic too.

He felt your laugh more than he heard it with the way you were pressed up against him.

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dastardly-imbecile · 2 years

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p2 of the Atticus Finch fanfic

The Scenario: Atticus has had a hard day with hsi case, and finds comfort with you. Written with a friend.

Atticus FinchxGN reader

The door opened, causing you to look up from your book. You smiled, expecting to see Atticus search for you. Instead, you saw him with his head down low. His hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking.

“Darling?” You questioned softly. Immediately putting the book away and getting up.

He put his head in his hands and you begin to hear a quiet sobbing. You rush to his side and kneel down, embracing him in your arms. He leans into your touch,

You didn’t say anything, knowing that the case he was appointed to was breaking him down. Instead you held him closer, his head was now in the crook of your neck. His arms were tight around you. “Please don’t leave me.” He said softly with his breaking voice.

“What?” You exclaimed, shocked that he would even say that. “Why… would I ever…” You suddenly realize how loud your voice has been getting and hush yourself, focusing only on cradling him.

“..Let’s get to the bedroom,” you say quietly, “Don’t want Scout or Jem walking in on this.”

He slowly stands, mostly with your help.

You unknowingly held your breath when you passed by Jem and Scout’s rooms. Only when you were able to get Atticus in your shared room and on the bed were you able to breathe again.

The door was closed, from you gently opening it and then kicking it closed. His cheeks had tears running down and his eyes were getting red. “My dove.” Slowly, you took off the suit jacket and then his vest..

In only his undershirt, he looks far more vulnerable and small than before, and that’s saying a lot. You push him down on the bed so he’s laying facing you, and lean over him, inspecting. “Do you need… water? Or food? Calpurnia put your plate in the-”

He shakes his head, and grabs your shoulder to pull you down. You rest next to him, barely touching, afraid to make any move.

“Just… keep me company. Please.”

You shift slightly closer, and close your eyes, breathing in his scent. “Always.”

His arms wrapped around you, bringing you even closer. You had gently taken off his glasses and put them on the small nightstand beside the bed. His eyes started to close, “I’ll always be with you.” You whispered.

You forced your form to relax, only for him. The moon went high into the sky, causing the silver light to shine into the room. Atticus’s breathing had evened out throughout the time period of twenty minutes.

You counted every minute. But then it turned into every other ten minutes. Soon enough, the clouds had covered the moon. Causing darkness to engulf the room. Your eyes darted around the room as if expecting something to come out of the shadows.

The clouds started to fade away, allowing the moon to shine brightly once more. You shook off the feeling of eyes on you and rested your head on the bed. Listening to Atticus’s heartbeat, hopefully to calm your own racing one.

You felt his hand quietly settle upon your back, and you couldn’t tell if it was a conscious motion or not. Nevertheless, you allowed it to remain, and together, you both fell into sleep.

The sun shone through the blinds, and when you groggily opened your eyes, you remained, for a moment, suspended in the feeling of peace. Atticus was still fast asleep, and a glance at the wall-mounted clock said that it was still somewhere within the range of 6 A.M.

You gazed at his sleeping face, one of the few times you’ve ever seen him this peaceful. Tiredness gripped you tightly, although you ignored it. You’d very much rather spend this morning with Atticus. Maybe convince him to take a day off once this case was finally done.

The sounds of small footsteps was the only thing you could hear besides Atticus’s soft breaths.

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oswildin · 2 years

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Not The Same As It Was {Steven Grant x F!Reader}

Request: Steven Grant and the reader are dating. Steven doesn’t know that his girlfriend was an apprentice of Dr. Strange that fought the war in the endgame. She adores him, but she doesn’t want him to get jeopardised. But they still got together. The guilt keeps bigger and bigger every day, and one day. Steven was acting odd. He even disappeared for a few days, she tried to reconnect with him but he just disappeared. When she heard that theres a ruckus, she headed on the direction where Steven was in, she encountered a strange looking person wearing a suit. She thought it was him who caused all the ruckus and tries to fight him (slight Marc x reader} - @oyasumimosura

Warning: Slight mentions of sleep disorder/PTSD

Red italics = Marc

Blue italics = Steven

It had been a year since you experience the worst 5 years of your life. It had been a year since you helped in the battle against Thanos and witnessed death around you. It took a while for you to adjust back to ‘normal life’, after you decided you couldn’t do it anymore. Even now you were still suffering with the memories of the war. The only reason you were even involved was because you were Stephen Stranges’ apprentice, and they needed all hands on deck.

You often found yourself bolting awake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and feeling panicked, remnants of the last few years flashing through your mind, seeping into your dreams. Of course, you also had a therapist. How could you not? But apart from your therapist you didn’t really have many friends, no one to really reach out to.

Until you met Steven.

You were in one of your favourite places, the library, when you met him. It was a place that helped keep you calm, help you to escape reality and focus on something else other than your own troubles. You found yourself absentmindedly waltzing down the history aisle, looking through what the place had to offer when you noticed a new promotion stand, holding a bunch of new ancient Egypt books. Raising your brow, you headed towards it, beginning to sift through the books to find one that peaked your interest. Reaching out your hand, you found one that had caught your eye, but as you grabbed it, it appeared someone else also had the same idea as you as another hand bumped into your own. You jumped, turning to see warm brown eyes staring at you.

“Oh- sorry!” The man let go of the book, bringing his hand back towards him. You noted his tired expression along with a name tag on his jacket that read ‘Steven’. “I didn’t realise you were going for the book.” He said softly, nodding towards the book that had found its way into your hand. “Good choice.” He gave a small smile.

“No worries.” You breathed out. “You can take it if you want.” You held it out to him as he looked confused for a moment, before quickly shaking his head.

“I couldn’t possibly- You had it first.” He almost stood a little awkwardly. “Besides, I probably already know the stuff that’s in it.” He shrugged lamely. “Bit of a history geek.” You gave him a small smile.

“Is that so?” You raised a brow. “Sadly, I can’t say the same. But I feel like I need something new to learn about.” You told him. “Or something to help send me to sleep.” You joked.

“Well, hopefully it does the job. Either way.” He gave you one last smile before turning to move away. However, you watched him as he seemed to pause, before turning back to you. “Sorry-“ He apologised, as you suddenly noticed the nervous tone of his voice. “I dunno if this is a bit too forward-“ He choked out. “But er-“ He scratched his head. “I dunno, what if I gave you my number?” He rushed out as you furrowed your brows at him. “Maybe I could borrow the book after you’re done with it? I don’t know, maybe that’s a lame idea-“

You quickly cut him off, nodding as you blurted out ‘yes’ before realising. Damn it. You weren’t supposed to be doing this. It was best you didn’t. Right? But as soon as you saw his eyes light up at your answer all that doubt seemed to melt away.

“Oh!” He seemed shocked. “Good.” He nodded. “Good, good, good.” He repeated as you laughed lightly at him, as you delved into your bag, searching for your phone for him to put his number into. “I don’t normally do this.” He said quietly.

“Neither do I.” You replied simply, watching as he inputted his number. “But I’m trying to do new things.” Cause my therapist told me to. “Branching out.” You instead said, soon after you spoke your phone was being taken back into your hand. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Oh, erm-“ He pointed to his name tag. “Steven.” He introduced himself. “Steven with the v.” You gave him a smile. Adorable. Absolutely adorable.

No. No. No. You’re just doing this to get your therapist off your back.

“Nice to meet you, Steven with the v.”

And that’s how it had started. In a library. The next time you saw him it was that the museum he worked at, as you had kept your end of the deal and wanted to let him borrow the book. So, you had arranged to drop it off to him. You’d sent a few texts back and forth but nothing too in depth. It seemed to you Steven was also a bit of a loner. You approached the giftshop, as Steven had told you that’s the department he worked at, and sure enough you could see him at the shops counter, looking like he was zoned out. You walked towards the shop.

“Excuse me, do you sell life size sarcophagus’?” You asked, as Steven finally noticed you were approaching, a confused look on his face at your question. “I’m thinking of redecorating, and beds are so 2022. I’m looking for something more 2686 BCE.” You joked as he finally seemed to get your drift as he let out a chuckle of his own.

“Sadly, we don’t I’m afraid.” He faked disappointment. “But, you can put in a request, I’m sure they will consider it.” He leant against the counter as you stood in front of him. “I can see it being a popular seller along with our very on brand jelly sweets.” He said the last few words with distaste as he gestured to the bags of sweets that sat on the counter.

“That’s disappointing. I will have to take my decor business else where.” You smirked, before moving to reach into your bag as you pulled out the book you had promised to give to him. “But, I suppose I should leave this with you before I go.” His smile faltered slightly at your words. He took the book from you gently as he muttered a ‘cheers’.

“How was it?” He asked, raising a curious brow.

“It was ok. I mean I learnt from it. Don’t know how much I retained though.” You admitted. “To be honest I just liked the pictures.” You joked.

“Well, as much as I love books, it’s not quite the same as learning on a tour.” He said softly, peering down at the book before an idea popped into his mind. “Are you busy?” He looked up at you, a hopeful glint in his eye.

“Well, I was going to go to another museum to see if they stocked any sarcophagus’-“ You paused, fawning a look of thought. “But I suppose I could do that tomorrow.” He pointed at you, almost excitedly.

“I’m going to give you a tour.” He walked round from behind the counter, leaving the book on it, as you pursed your lips at him. “Bring the history to life as they say.” He stood in front of you, watching as you couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay.” You agreed. “You’ve convinced me. Teach me about ancient Egypt.”

As you walked around the exhibits with Steven, he became very animated in his body and facial expressions. Something you couldn’t help but smile at. He really did have a passion for it.

“Oh! And of course, can’t forget!” He exclaimed, pushing you gently in the right direction, his hand on your back. You could’ve melted right there. “The pyramids of Giza!” He stopped you both at a replica model of some pyramids. “And no, there’s no correlation between ‘geezer’-“ He put on a thicker accent on the word, making you chuckle. “And Giza.” He finished. “They were royal tombs built for three different pharaohs. The northernmost and oldest pyramid of the group-“ He pointed to one, his body leaning towards your own as he pointed it out to you. “-was built for Khufu, the second king of the 4th dynasty, it’s called the Great Pyramid.” He finished as his head turned towards you, as you hadn’t realised you’d in fact been looking at him this whole time and not what he was pointing at. You both felt your cheeks grow warm as he cleared his throat, taking a small step away from you, clearly self conscious that he had gotten so close and so excited about what he was talking about. “Sorry.” He breathed out. “Sometimes I get a bit too into it.” You shook your head at him.

“Don’t be silly.” You paused. “It’s endearing. It’s nice to see someone who’s passionate about something.” You admitted as he felt his lip twitch upwards slightly. “And you’re right, tours are a much better way to learn.”

“Would you like to get dinner?”

You were surprised at his sudden question as it seemed to appear out of the blue. You looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Of course you wanted to get dinner. How could you not? He was attractive, intelligent, sweet and kind.

“It’s ok, if you don’t.” He obviously picked up on your unsureness. “Completely understandable-“ His shoulder began to slump slightly as you felt your heart ache at the sight.

“I’d love to.”

His head snapped back up to you as you had already spoken before even realising. You had to stop doing that.

“Really?” He raised a brow, seemingly bewildered by your response.

“Of course. You’re a nice guy Steven. I’d be stupid not to say yes.”

And that’s how you ended up here. Going against everything your brain was yelling at you.

He’s going to get hurt.

You can’t allow yourself to get close to anyone!

You haven’t even told him the truth yet.

You were sat in his flat, on the sofa, your head laying on his shoulder as a blanket was thrown over you both as you watched TV.

Too late for that now brain.

“I wonder what Gus likes to watch.” Steven blurted out as you laughed. “Eh? What do you want on?” He looked back at Gus who was happily swimming around in his tank. He began to flip the channels. “Bit of reality TV? Na,-“ Flip. “Cooking show?”

“And that’s how you make a good old fashioned fish ca-“

“Maybe not.” He quickly flipped the channel as you laughed. Steven was funny. Whether he realised it or not, he had a very good sense of humour. Probably without realising it. “Oh! A film.” Suddenly the jaws theme sounded through the flat as you couldn’t help but laugh at the shock on Steven’s face. “Oh, sorry Gus.” He switched the TV off. “Doesn’t seem like there’s much TV for fishies.”

“I don’t think fish were their target market when they made TVs.” You commented as he hummed in agreement, you pushed yourself off his shoulder as he looked at you, missing the warm of your body. Those big brown eyes.

God. How could you let this happen?

You didn’t care. You leant forwards, allowing your lips to crash with his own. Even after a few months of dating, he would still get flustered and surprised when you kissed him. Eventually, he would settle into it, allowing his hands to rest on your waist as he pulled you closer. He made you feel like the most important person in the world. In the universe even.

He’d told you about his sleeping disorder. And of course, you were very understanding, considering you yourself had your own sleep issues. On occasion, he would be late for a date or even sometimes miss it completely, but he would always immediately ring you and apologise profusely and make it up to you. In any other situation, you would feel something was wrong. That perhaps he wasn’t happy or was in fact doing things behind your back, but Steven wasn’t like that. At all. And you knew that.

Pulling away, you stared at him deeply as he moved his hand to move a strand of hair out of your face.

“Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real.” He told you in a whisper as you gave him a smile.

“Unfortunately for you, I am.” You joked as he shook his head.

“No, no.” He almost whined out. “Luckily for me.” He corrected you. “Stay.” He paused. “Please.” You nodded, kissing his forehead gently as you both moved, much to your comforts disappointment. However, as soon as you made it to the bed, your comfort flowed back into your bones as you laid with him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you as you leaned into his warmth. Soon, you found yourself kissing him once again, but this time it began to become more filled with passion and intent.

“Gus- Time to go to sleep.” He muttered over his shoulder at the fish, who seemingly was swimming around oblivious to what his owner was implying as you laughed at his words.

A week later, you appeared at Steven’s apartment fairly late after a late impromptu therapy session. You’d had a nightmare, and it had triggered you to call your therapist and explore it. It was about Steven. He had gotten hurt because of you. And as much as your guilt was eating you alive from the inside, you needed him. He was the only constant in your life, and you didn’t want to give him up. Plus, your therapist had insisted you told him everything. Be honest. Maybe it would help ease your conscience.

Knocking at his door, you heard a slight shuffle, before it opened, revealing Steven who looked confused at you being at his flat so late.

“Hey-“ You breathed out. “Can I come in?” You thought it was odd he hadn’t immediately stepped aside to let you in. You’d never have to ask. He finally stepped aside, letting you in. You peered at him, feeling weird under his gaze. It didn’t quite feel how it usually did. When he looked at you, it wasn’t like he was looking at his whole world. It was as though he was looking at an acquaintance. Maybe he was sleep walking? “You ok?” You asked as the door closed behind you. Steven nodded simply in response. “Erm, can we talk?” You asked, as he stated at you in silence. “It’s nothing bad.” You reassured him, as you knew he would immediately panic… At least he normally would.

You found yourself telling him everything. You opened up, admitting your past, telling him your fears. The whole time he just sat and listened. There was no comfort. Or even acknowledgement. You turned to him, furrowing your brows.

“What’s wrong? Is it what I’ve said?” You worried, fearing you had scared him off. You’d just told him you’d been in battle, you’ve killed… You had to. But he just stared before sighing, putting his face in his hand for a moment. “Oh, god it is isn’t it?” You felt panic rising in your chest. Before you could become upset he finally spoke.

“No.” His voice was different, lower in tone, more rough around the edges and had a slight American twang. It was as if he was trying to put on a British accent instead of naturally talking with it. “It’s not that.” He paused, turning to look at you. “I just want the best for you.” He said, and you couldn’t tell if it was sincere or not. “You don’t deserve that pain.” You didn’t know what was going on, but you needed those words. “Nothing will happen, I promise. You’ll be safe. And so will I.” He promised as you nodded slowly. He couldn’t promise that, not really, as far as you knew. But you accepted it. You didn’t have the energy to argue. “Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll join you in a bit.”

You found your feet answering for you as you dragged yourself towards his bed. It felt empty and cold without him next to you. You closed your eyes, trying to sleep, but struggled as you drifting in and out. You didn’t know how long it had been, but eventually the space next to you became full, as you felt a pressure indent the mattress. You instinctively turned, wrapping an arm around the body next to you, as you shuffled closer, feeling the warmth flooding the bed.

When Steven woke up, he was surprised to feel someone next to him. He furrowed his brows, opening his eyes as he peered over, seeing you fast asleep in your usual position when you stayed the night.

When did you get there? Did you stay the night? Why didn’t he remember?

He felt that familiar feeling of dread filling his mind as he realised he’d clearly done it again. Slept walk.

That was the first instance of weirdness from Steven. After that it had become more of a recent trend with him. More instances of him supposedly ‘sleep walking’. You had begun to grow concerned over the frequency of it, suggesting he spoke to someone about it. The weirdest part about that night is he didn’t remember anything you had told him, making your guilty conscience grow further.

The latest instance of Steven’s odd behaviour was you hadn’t heard from him in three days. You even visited his flat, with no answer. Your anxiety grew with every hour of the days, as you even camped out outside his flat overnight one of the days, just hoping he would appear.

You decided to head to his flat once again, just praying he would show up or there’d be a sign he had been there. As you got out the lift, you could hear noises coming from down the hall. You furrowed your brows, quickly approaching his flat door as you listened hearing a commotion from inside.

Shit.

This was your fault.

Who was in there? What did they know? Had they hurt Steven?

You didn’t hesitate as you used all your strength to kick down the door. You’d apologise to Steven about it later. If he was ok. As the door flew open, you entered to see a masked figure all in white staring at you, wide eyed. Well from what you could decipher from the mask at least. He was in a white suit, and stood in the middle of the flat. Before the person could speak, you used your powers to throw him backwards as his back hit the wall, causing him to groan in pain.

“Who the fuck are you?!” You exclaimed, storming over to him. The figure laid on the floor, pushing themselves up slowly as they tried to hold out a hand as if to say ‘stop’. You once more used your powers to throw him across the flat, causing him to fly into the side of the fridge that sat in the kitchen, causing a loud bang as his back came into contact with it.

Damn Steven. Your girl is beating your ass right now.

“Shut up!” You heard the person hiss as you narrowed your eyes, moving to stand over him, hands up as you conjured your magic, trying to look as threatening as possible.

“Where’s Steven?” You asked, anger lacing your voice. “What have you done to him?”

“I-it’s me.” He wheezed out, barely audible as you almost growled in annoyance, getting ready to make another move but suddenly the suit seemed to shimmer away, along with the mask as you saw…

“Steven?” You breathed out, breathing heavily.

“Hello.” He gave you a small wave, still trying to recover from your blows.

“Oh my-“ You cut yourself off, dropping your hands as you knelt in front of him, grabbing his face in your hands. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were a bad guy.” You rushed out, shaking your head.

“Nope. Not a bad guy.” He held his chest as you immediately felt sorry. “Where did that come from?” He asked, his eyes searching yours. “W-with the-“ He imitated your hand movement as you looked at him sheepishly.

You’d eventually helped him up, laying him on the sofa as you grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the freezer, handing them to him as he placed them on his chest.

“So…” He awkwardly began. “My girlfriend’s a wizard.” He breathed out as you shook your head.

“Not a wizard.” You told him, moving his legs up to sit down before placing them down onto your lap. “And anyway, you’re one to talk.” You huffed. “What are you? Coronal Sanders?”

Told you.

“It’s kinda a weird one.” He sighed. “Been trying to work it out myself.” You both sat in silence for a few minutes, both of you trying to wrap your heads around your current situation.

“Sorry Gus.” Steven finally spoke again, looking over at the tank, seeing his fish swimming around. “We didn’t mean to scare you.” You couldn’t help but let a small smile fall onto your lips. “Sometimes mummies and daddies fight, but doesn’t mean they don’t still love each other.” You shook your head at his antics, knowing he was using humour to dissolve the tension.

“I thought you were dead.” You said outright as he stated at you, apologetic eyes. “I thought I’d got you killed.” He groaned as he slowly sat up, his legs falling back to the ground as he sat upright.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I never meant to scare you, or worry you or- or- or even leave you as long as I did.” He sighed. “It wasn’t my choice.” He quickly glanced at his reflection in a nearby picture frame as you furrowed your brows.

“What do you mean? Is someone making you do this?” You asked, leaning forwards, protectiveness in your stance.

“Sort of.” He slumped his shoulders. “I’ll start from the beginning…”

Steven told you everything. About Marc, Khonshu, the scarab… The creatures he’d seen and fought. You sat and listened intently, trying to understand his stumbling words.

“So, that night… I came to you and told you about all… well, this-“ You gestured to yourself. “It wasn’t you.” You realised as he nodded. “It was Marc…” You stated as he nodded again.

“You apparently weren’t supposed to see him.” He told you. “He’s tried to stay away when you’re around.”

“Why?”

“Because he doesn’t want you involved.” He told you softly. “He doesn’t want you to get hurt I guess.” He shrugged.

I wanted a normal life for you Steven. I told you not to go looking.

“Yes I know.” Steven sighed, as you realised he was looking at his reflection again, seemingly talking to Marc.

We need to keep going. We need to finish the mission, then you can go back to your little life you’ve made for yourself. And no. She can’t come.

“Steven, it’s ok.” You put a hand on his arm. “Look I understand this, more than most.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Not all of it… But I understand. And Marc, I also get it.” You said as you stared at Steven in the eyes. “But if you get Steven hurt, or even dead… I’ll never forgive you.” You told him seriously as Steven felt a chill run up his spine at your words. You stood up, going to grab your jacket as you turned your back to him.

“If he dies, I die also.” You heard a familiar voice answer, but this time there was no faking a British accent. You paused, turning to see Steven… Well, Marc. He wore the same stony gaze he had last time you encountered him. “So trust me when I say, I don’t want that to happen.”

“Yeah, but Steven isn’t like us.” You told him. “Steven isn’t used to this life.” He looked down for a moment. “It’s all we’ve known. The fighting, the loss, the pain… It isn’t fair to put him through it.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” He snapped, seemingly exhausted having to already have dealt with Steven’s arguing. “Do you think I want this life? What about what I want!” You sighed at the man, taking a step back towards him as he stood in the middle of the room.

“Sadly, we can’t choose what kind of life we live.” You said softly. “But you can help Steven. You can help him have a normal life. And through him… Maybe you could too.” His eyes softened at your words as he closed them for a second, letting a breath out.

“That’s why I’m doing this.” He said gruffly. “As soon as I’ve done this mission, the deal is off with Khonshu. Then we’re all safe.” You furrowed your brows at his words.

“What do you mean? We’re all safe?” You repeated his words to him as he gave you a hard stare. He was hiding something. Something from you and Steven. It was clear now. “Tell me.” He bit his lip, his jaw tensing.

“Khonshu has his eye on another for his next avatar.” He admitted as you listened. “Unless I complete this mission he will go ahead and use them. Make them his next subject.”

(Y/N)…

“Yes.” Marc muttered, clearly not to you. “We need to do this for her.” You didn’t know what was happening, but as soon as Marc had appeared, he was gone, Steven back in his place, with a new look of worry etched onto his face.

“I get that you’re worried.” Steven told you, walking to you as he grabbed your hand, clasping it in his own. “So am I.” He paused. “In fact that’s a lie. I’m scared shitless.” He let out a breathy laugh as you looked up at him. “But I have to do this. Then we can be together. Properly. And I can make sure we have the best, most boring life-“ He joked as you laughed.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You teased as he gave you a small watery smile.

“I love you.”

You froze.

Did he just?

Wow Steven, didn’t know you had it in you.

“I love you too, you big idiot.”

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chilwe1l · 2 years

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Did He Touch You?

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summary: “did he touch you?” she didn’t respond. “did he fucking touch you?”

warnings: mention of rape and sexual assault

(english is not my first language)

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Her clothes are completely soaked due to the rain that has been pouring down for quite some time now.

Her finger is lingering over the doorbell before actually pushing it.

She didn’t want to be a burden to Ben, she knew how much he was working to get back on the pitch as soon as possible but she just didn’t know where else to go.

Tears have been streaming down her face for the past hour and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could cry before there were no tears left.

It took a few long moments before someone actually opened the door but it wasn’t Ben.

It was Mason.

There was literally no other person that she wanted to see less at the moment than Mason.

That’s the reason why she quickly turns around, without saying another word and walks down the steps to Ben’s entrance.

“Wait. Are you okay?”, she hears Mason yell.

That was probably the first time he asked her something and didn’t try to insult her or something.

She just nods and throws a quick yes at him before quickening so he doesn’t confront her with any more questions.

But she doesn’t make it far because Mason is right behind her and grabs her arm to stop her from leaving.

She flinches at the contact and tries to get out of his grip which causes her jacket to slide down her arm.

He halts in his track, letting go of her arm.

She turns around and sees the look of horror on his face, eyes locked on her arm, taking in every inch of it.

She quickly pulls her jacket back on and tries to leave again.

“Come with me.”, he says trying to sound calm, but he is raging inside.

She just shakes her head and taking a few steps away from him.

“Y/n, please come with me.”

His eyes leave her arm to look at her pleadingly.

She sighs and follows him inside Ben’s house and into the kitchen where she sits on the counter.

Mason takes a cup out of one of the many cupboards and fills it with water.

“I’m gonna get you something to change into. I’m sure Ben has something that will fit.”, he says referring to her soaked clothes and places the water next to her on the counter.

She whispers a small ‘thank you’ before he leaves the kitchen to get her some fresh clothes.

She takes the water and takes a few sips before placing it back on the counter, pulling her phone out of her pocket to text Ben where he is.

“Ben needed to go to his parents. He asked me to look after Oscar until he’s back.”, Mason explains before she could send the text.

He gives her the clothes he thought would fit her the best.

“I wanted to order something. I’ll order something for you as well.”

He pulls out his phone, ready to order some food after he has been starving the whole day.

“I’m fine, I-“

“Go change. You need to eat something.”

She doesn’t say anything, just takes the clothes to the bathroom and starts to strip down her clothes that are clinging to her body.

She slips into the light blue sweatpants and the fitting light blue shirt which is big enough so that Mason hopefully won’t notice that she isn’t wearing her wet bra anymore.

She takes the pile of clothes off the floor, brings them into the laundry room and stuffs them into the the laundry machine, throws a pot in and turns it on.

Mason is sitting on the couch in the living room, Oscar’s head in his lap and his phone in his hand.

When he see her he places his phone on the table in front of him.

His eyes wander to her arms that are on full display now.

She completely forgot that the shirt wasn’t big enough to cover up what she didn’t want anybody to see.

“Y/n.”, he whispers.

She just shakes her head and sits beside him, throwing a blanket over her shoulders.

“Talk to me, please.”

“I- I can’t.”

“Did he touch you?”, he asks, referring to her boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend.

She doesn’t respond.

“Did he fucking touch you?”

She jumps slightly when he raises his voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She doesn’t look up, she doesn’t want to see the pity in his eyes.

“I’ts my fault.”, she whispers, looking at her hands.

“What?”

“I knew that he didn’t want me to go out and I did it anyway. It’s my fault.”

She takes her eyes off her hands and looks him in the eyes.

He looks at her, takes in every inch of her face before wrapping his arms around her.

And that’s it, she lets go of all emotions, sobbing into his neck.

He lifts her up a little bit and pulls her on his lap, so he can wrap his arms even more around her small figure, trying to calm her down.

“Please tell me what he did to you.”, he whispers, tracing his fingers over the bruises on her arm.

“He- He hit me and-“, she tries to say but is cut off by her own sobs.

“And what? Please y/n I need to know what he did to you.”

“He raped me.”

Her voice broke and she sobbed into his neck again.

Mason doesn’t know what to say, every single emotion left his body when she said those three words.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I’m so fucking sorry.”

A single tear rolls down the side of his face, thinking about what this beautiful girl had to go through.

They stay in that position for a few minutes, his hand rubbing her back to try to calm her down a little bit and whispering sweet words in her ear.

“I’m going to take you to the hospital. They will examine you and collect the evidence. He needs to be in jail for this Y/n. I won’t leave you alone, not even a second. I will be by your side the whole time if you want me to. But please let me take you to the hospital.

“Okay.”, she whispers.

He presses a small kiss against her temple, wraps his arms around her again before he takes her to the hospital.

#chelsea fc #ben chilwell smut #chelsea #ben chilwell #mason mount #mason mount smut

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Myth or Movie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/N and Spencer's children have worked up a plan to get them to meet... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, someone is misgendered (nothing too bad, it’s very brief, and it’s sincerely apologized for by the person who misgenders) Word Count: 4.2k

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NOTE: This is my 2nd entry for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) Enemies To Lover’s Writing Challenge! This one was one of the prompts she provided: You and (Character)'s kids don't get along, so you have to have a talk. Turns out you... really really get along... and I couldn’t wait to tackle it! I believe my exact words were: “I’m gonna Parent Trap these bitches”... So do with that what you will lol

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Two heads turn to stare at me as I burst through the doors. I'm out of breath from running through the building, something the staff really didn't seem to appreciate, though their shouts and annoyed glances were the last thing on my mind.

As I try to catch my breath, the two heads stand, and suddenly I feel a lot smaller.

One of them I recognize— Principal Anteros. I'd met with her before over some of Sky's academic achievements, all positive things, which is why today's circumstances make being in this office rather uncomfortable.

It's also why I seem to shrink with embarrassment at my tardiness— and appearance. Waitressing has its benefits, but today's whirlwind of phone calls and a mention at meeting another parent are not any of them.

Speaking of, the other person in the room is one I've never seen before. He's taller than both Anteros and I, extremely well dressed, and probably the most intimidatingly beautiful human being I'd ever met. I can barely meet his eyes, and so I try not to think about what he's doing here—to think about having to talk to him.

I shrink even further.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Principal Anteros greets. Thankfully she doesn't sound too upset given the circumstances. "Please, have a seat."

I do, brushing off my uniform as if that will somehow help my appearance. The soft leather of the chairs, however comfortable they might be, fail to bring me any comfort at all.

"As I'm sure you've guessed already, this is Doctor Reid, Vivian's father."

Great, he's a fucking doctor? This already bodes well for me...

Regardless of my reservations, I turn to him and give a faint smile. He waves in turn, and for the time being I'm extremely glad he doesn't insist on shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, surely nothing but a formality.

"You, too," I say quickly, then turn back to Principal Anteros. "Your phone call sounded urgent... Is everything alright?"

As soon as I say it, I feel kind of dumb. Because of course everything isn't alright. My child's principal called a meeting with another parent, and that can never mean anything good, not to mention the fucking intimidation and awkwardness in the room right now. I almost apologize, trying to explain that that wasn't exactly what I meant to get across, but then I would have just been talking for way too long, embarrassing myself further.

Once again, I'm thankful for Anteros's ability to move the conversation along. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem so. I only bring this to attention because Sky and Vivian are both stellar students. They've never had any disciplinary issues or difficulties with other students..."

"No one's hurt, right?" Mr. Reid asks. I know he's just concerned for his child, but for some reason it feels like an attack on me, like he assumes my kid had something to do with it.

"No, no one's hurt. Thankfully there weren't any physical altercations. But it seems your girls are quite... loud."

The doctor looks like he wants to say something, but I'm quick to jump in before he can. "Sorry... Sky is non-binary. They use they/them pronouns."

I half expect one or either of them to make a big deal or just roll their eyes at me, as most people seem to do when I correct them on the matter, but Anteros gives a sincere apology and Reid probably couldn't have cared any less.

I still can't tell if I like him or not...

But that doesn't matter right now.

"What do you mean by loud?" I continue.

Anteros sighs. "Well, while there hasn't been any physical violence, your kids seem to have very heated arguments, usually during lunch or in the hallway in passing... We thought maybe we could resolve it here since, like I said, they're both excellent students, but then it started escalating to classroom arguments... It's a lot of screaming..."

I have never known Sky to raise their voice at anyone, not even in a situation where I probably would have. Lord knows I'm thankful they don't have my impatience and tendency to get pissed off easily...

So what happened that was so bad, it made them snap?

"You... You're sure you mean Vivian is acting out like this?" Reid asks slowly, and I can't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Come on, she's a professional. This has been going on for weeks, in her school, I'm sure she would know if it was your kid having a screaming match with someone else..."

This time Doctor Reid actually looks over at me, an eyebrow raised, and though I very much believe what I've just told him, the way he's looking at me right now drops my heart straight down to my stomach, like he's the principal and I'm the student acting out—No, it's worse than that... I feel like he's a disappointed parent, but not with Vivian, with me.

I avoid his intimidating stare and look down at the ground. "Sorry... I'm just... This isn't like Sky, either, I don't know what to do..."

"Well, usually when we have these sort of disputes, we like to have the students talk it out amongst themselves with a moderator present. But we've tried that, and it seems that they still haven't made any progress. Now, I know your children are good at heart, and it seems like you both are excellent parents— You know your children better than anyone here ever could. So, I'm proposing the two of you take a meeting some time and try to figure out how to settle this."

Seriously? If it hasn't been made clear already, this man is a doctor of some kind, planets away from my league in any capacity, and I can just picture the two of us in a screaming match close to what I imagine our children's looked like...

Maybe we can just e-mail.

"Okay," he agrees evenly, and I'm surprised he seems this calm considering I've just practically yelled at him... "I have free time this afternoon if you want to talk it over."

"I have to get back to work, but I get done at five," I sigh, wanting to get this over with. "Are you free then?"

"Mhm."

"Good," Anteros chirps, standing and leaving Doctor Reid and I to follow suit. "Perhaps over the weekend we can get this settled."

I sure as hell hope so.

———

"Ms. Y/L/N, wait!"

I have no idea what he could possibly want from me now that we've set a time and place to talk tonight, but I'm just praying desperately that he doesn't want to take this time alone in the parking lot to get back at me for accosting him in Anteros's office...

Thankfully, his face when he approaches seems rather kind.

"You can call me Y/N..."

"Right," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding. "I'm Spencer."

"Spencer... So, um... Did you need something?"

"O—Oh, I just... I know you have to get back to work so I'll make this short, but I wanted to see if you wanted to do, uh... dinner tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just figured since we probably didn't expect for our weekend to go this way... We should make it worth it?"

"Are you really trying to turn this into a date?"

"W— No, not really, I just... You know, I thought it might be nice to... make this less like a chore, you know? A—And don't feel like you have to say yes, it was just a thought, I'm sorry if I made this weirder..."

The fact that I still can't figure this man out bothers me, but right now he's blushing, and he looks like he's trying to save himself from embarrassment, and it's so fucking adorable that I don't really care that I was just annoyed.

So I tell him, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really?"

"Yeah... Besides, Lord knows I haven't gone out for dinner in a long time."

The doctor is relieved, a smile creeping up on his lips that suddenly tugs at my insides and makes me wish for a second that it really is a date he's offering... "Okay, good. Do you want to meet at Waterstone, seven o'clock?"

The excitement starts to drain from me as he says it, followed by an incoming wave of embarrassment. "Oh, man, that... That place is kind of expensive, I don't—"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll pay for everything. I'll even wait outside for you so we can go in together if you'd like..."

Why he's being so nice to me I have no idea, but it's making my annoyance melt and my heart start to beat faster, and I really don't know how to feel about that. In fact I'm pretty sure it's weird as fuck given the circumstances.

But all I have to do is make it through this weekend, hopefully all will be back to normal, and I won't ever have to think about it ever again.

"Alright... It's a date."

———

Out of all the scenarios I'd pictured for the end of the night, this definitely had not been one of them.

I finished my shift at the diner, imagining on my drive home the look on his face when I inevitably showed up with something on my face or stained on my dress; Instead I showed up to Waterstone and was greeted with wandering eyes and showered with bashful compliments.

I expected to get into some type of argument about how each of our kids were better than the other or something, but we ended up talking through their traits with compassion, interest, and pride, all while agreeing that we just have to sit with them this weekend and explain that there are easier, better ways to sort out disagreements than screaming at each other in public.

I expected not to have much fun at all, but by the time we gathered the check and headed out the door, Spencer and I were laughing, just a little tipsy on Cabernet, our hands gently brushing and sparks shooting up my arm at the feeling.

I expected to go our separate ways and walk to my car and drive home, but instead he ended up telling me he was taking the Subway home, and I offered to give him a ride to the opposite side of town where I lived (Waterstone was right in the middle).

I expected to walk through the door, stumble straight up to bed, and sleep until Sky inevitably woke me up with them saying I've slept in too late and needed to get ready for work, but instead I ended up following Spencer up to his door to say goodnight.

And now we're at a fork in the road, and I can take one of two paths.

I can say goodnight, watch him walk in, and then go home and forget about this whole thing.

Or I can keep letting him stare at me until I find myself leaning in to kiss him. Whether or not he'll actually reciprocate is another story, but the little bit of wine tingling in the surface of my body and the dark, intense look in his eye gives me more courage than I've had since I met him.

Before I can make a move, Spencer talks, his voice small and inviting. "Do you want to come inside?" The beating of my heart quickens immensely as he takes another step forward and brings his fingers out to graze my chin. "Vivian's with her mom tonight."

Yes. Vivian's mom, who divorced Spencer pretty soon in the marriage after she just decided his job was too much to handle. He'd quit and took a teaching job, but even still, she declined his pleading to stay married and eventually admitted that she just wasn't in love with him anymore. At least she had the decency to let him have joint custody once his schedule cleared up, and it seemed like they were decent co-parents. Maybe even friends.

I think about Sky, how much they wish their dad had stayed, and how much I wish he had too. I was devastated when he left without anything more than a note. For years it took a huge toll on us, and I barely had the headspace to even think about dating anyone since then.

But here I am now, standing with this man who has also lost a spouse, who's somewhat of a single parent, and who seems kind and genuine enough that I don't think I'd have to worry about bringing him into the life of my child.

Though, I don't even know it'll go that far. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and so to slow down I look at what's right in front of me. Right now.

Spencer looks at me like he wants to devour me. My whole body is tingling from head to toe. I want to kiss him, and I'm pretty damn sure he wants to kiss me back. He just invited me inside, which means that if I accept, we'll most likely end up sleeping with each other.

Again... Definitely not one of the scenarios I'd had in mind when I left the school today. But it's a damn good one, and he's so hot I want to cry.

My flirty switch turns on so fast, it nearly gives me whiplash. "And what are you gonna do if I say yes?"

"Depends... How badly do you want to walk tomorrow?"

My first instinct is to jokingly tell him to put me in a wheelchair, but I settle for kissing him instead, hoping that gives the same sentiment.

The way he melts into my body tells me I've succeeded. My arms fly up to his neck and pull him closer, and he holds me tightly to him, waiting for my lips to part so he can expertly slip his tongue past them.

I whine out and take a step towards the door. Spencer comes with me and fumbles with the keys in his pocket before reluctantly pulling away to get us inside.

Once we take our jackets and shoes off, he clings to me like static, drawn to me like a magnet, and I let him near without a second thought. Our lips find each other perfectly, like they've always meant to fit together. And as pieces of clothing come off on our way through the house and up to his bedroom, our limbs fit together just as well. Nothing is out of place.

Hell, I don't even remember how inferior to him I felt earlier in the day. Our jobs and lifestyles might seem like polar opposites, but for right now, the two of us are on very equal footing, coming together like it's always been meant to be.

I nearly fall apart when his fingers gather wetness from my cunt, just enough to tease me before pulling away and bringing them to his lips. I watch with a whine waiting on the back of my tongue as he slips his fingers past his mouth and sighs.

"More," is all he manages, and I want so badly to tease him—tell him how I know he can be more eloquent than that—but words are all lost on me too, when he drops to his knees and spreads me apart with ease. I have no choice but to reach behind and grip the foot-end of the bed as he works his tongue expertly against me.

Each of my sighs and whines are met with more avidity from him, taking the form of sharp flicks of the tongue over my clit, and once he adds his fingers to the mix, pumping them expertly inside me, I'm a fucking goner.

I come with a silent shout, clenching my thighs around his face and gripping the foot of the bed so tightly it feels like my hands might go numb.

Once my body loosens, Spencer gets up and kisses me, nearly knocking me over. I'm breathless and dizzy as the tang of my arousal coats my tastebuds. His hands are gentle despite the hunger in his lips, and the medley of sensations of all of these things has me weak in the knees.

"Getting harder to stand already, sweetheart?" he laughs, catching me as I fall into him. His hands clutch at my thighs and he carries me to the edge of the bed, crawling over top of me and kissing down my neck. "That's okay... I'll take good care of you."

I still can't manage to speak as he gently pushes in, the slow burn of him splitting me in two rendering me utterly incapable of even thought. I gladly welcome the pressure, especially once he's inside me all the way and lowering his body to mine. Our chests press firmly together as he pulls back and starts a steady pace with his hips. He traps me with his arms, bringing them to either side of my face. And when his fingers brush the hair from my eyes, he stares into them with intensity as he fucks me.

It's slow and hard. It's heart-pounding. It's earth-shattering. It's everything that makes sex worth having. In that moment we're two equals, so wrapped up in the mere feeling of each other that everything else is just background noise. He breathes me in and I do the same, and with each cant forward of his hips, he brings me deeper into this world we've both ultimately created together.

I want more than anything to wrap my legs around him and keep him close to me, but he's fucking me so good that I don't have the willpower. Instead, they lay spread out, lazy and open as his hips move between them. I'm warm all over, tingling everywhere our skin connects. When he kisses me, swallowing my pathetic attempts at whimpering his name, I'm positive that this is what Heaven must feel like.

Whether it's hours or only minutes later, eventually my body tenses, unable to hold back any further, and two particularly deep thrusts from Spencer send me barreling over the edge.

"There it is, sweetheart..." he praises, caressing my face with long, gentle fingers and leaving little kisses wherever they trail. His voice only seems to help me along, each warm syllable soothing the muscles that pulled taut at his mercy. "That's a good girl..."

I feel tired, calmed, and relaxed, when he pulls out only to jerk off over my lower stomach. Through tired eyes, I watch as he lets go and covers me with his release. Hearing him grunt out my name as he does it nearly wakes me up again, and it even finally brings some words out of me.

"God, you're so fucking hot..."

Well... Not exactly elegant, but the feeling gets across.

Spencer laughs and rolls over so that he isn't nearly crushing me anymore. He kisses down my neck, my arm, and he ever-so-slightly swipes the tip of his tongue over the mess he made before kissing my thigh and getting up to leave— presumably to get me something to clean up with.

Sure enough, he returns shortly with a wet washcloth and tenderly cleans me up. I manage to sit, leaning back on my elbows once he's done and smile at him. He's practically kneeling in front of me again, smiling back as his lips press featherlight kisses to the inside of my leg.

"How're you feeling?" he drawls, letting me pull him up to lay down with me.

"Really good. I haven't done that in so long..."

"Me either... I um... I hadn't really thought much about seeing other people once Lena and I got divorced... I guess I just wanted to put all my focus into being the best father I could, you know?"

"Mhm," I answer, turning to face him and interlocking our fingers. "I know exactly what you mean."

We lay like that for a few moments in comfortable silence, hands and limbs tangled while we breathe the same air and revel in the afterglow we've just created.

Suddenly Spencer laughs, and I squeeze his hand. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking... We probably wouldn't have met if not for Anteros calling us in, right?"

"Yeah..." I piece it together. "Guess I never thought of it that way."

"I just think it's funny, because in Greek mythology, Anteros was an Erote, known as an avenger of unrequited love, and he punished those who scoffed at romantic advances made by others... You and I never even thought about dating after our separations, and yet... Here we are now, because of Anteros."

Hearing him educate me on Greek mythology only serves to remind me how different we are. Still, the little story brings a comforting smile to my lips. "Well... Remind me to send her a basket of muffins or something to thank her."

"And tell her what? That you're grateful she got you laid?"

"Yeah. And what about it?"

The two of us dissolve into laughter that eventually fizzles and leaves us silent again. Our fingers are still tangled, and somehow we've snuggled in even closer.

"In any case, I'm glad I got to meet you, Doctor Reid."

"And I, you, Ms. Y/L/N..."

———

In the past two weeks since that first meeting, I hadn't received any more phone calls from Principal Anteros, which bode as a good sign.

Spencer and I decided to see each other as secretly as we could, which meant only giving vague details to our kids as to what we were doing in our spare time— It seemed weird to spring it on them if they didn't get along, so we figured it was best to wait until the situation was handled.

I tried to talk to Sky about their progress with Vivian, but they only insisted that everything was fine and they wouldn't have to worry anymore. And after relaying this information to Spencer, he informed me that Viv had said the same thing to him.

It wasn't until we both realized that they'd said the same things verbatim each time we asked, that something odd was going on.

And that's how we end up right here, Sky and I sitting on a park bench bathed in the golden October sun while I patiently wait for Spencer to 'coincidentally' show up with Vivian.

Thankfully I don't have to wait too long, because almost five minutes after we sit, I hear the familiar sound of my name falling from his lips, and it's hard to contain the cocky, playful smile that appears upon my own.

"Spencer, hey!" I call back, standing up and going to give him a hug. He pulls me in and he's nice and warm. He smells like burnt wood for some reason, and I want to breathe him in forever. Instead, I settle for a sweet kiss on the lips, both because I simply want to and also because it should baffle the fuck out of our kids.

Sure enough we pull away and look to them, and they look panicked. They have no idea what to do, what to say...

"Oh! Sorry... Viv, this is Y/N, Sky's mom."

The pure amusement in Spencer's voice makes me feel even warmer than being in his embrace. I look to his daughter and give her a wave. "Hi."

"H—Hi..."

It almost seems cruel to laugh at their predicament, but as I turn to Sky and introduce them to Spencer, they have clear annoyance written all over their face.

"Okay, Mom, I think we get it... How did you guys figure it out?"

"What, that you two pretended to hate each other so your principal would have to call us both in to meet?"

The pre-teens look at each other and sigh, truly defeated once and for all. "Yeah," they mutter simultaneously.

"Well, it surely didn't make any sense when you got in trouble for yelling at each other in the first place," Spencer points out. "And then when we asked you how things were working out, you both said the same exact thing..."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, but we appreciate the effort," I add, reaching out to ruffle Sky's hair. They jerk away playfully, and I can't help but notice their smile as they peek over at Vivian.

"Our plan worked, though, so I call it a win," Vivian says with a shrug.

"As long as you two don't plan on causing any more disruptions at school..." Spencer looks between the both of them, and then at me, his eyes softening as he takes my hand and squeezes it. "Then yes. I'd call it a win, too."

I lean into him and laugh. "Turns out it wasn't Greek mythology that brought us together. It was The Parent Trap."

He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn't get what I mean, and before I can ask or explain, Vivian does it for me. "He's never seen it."

Spencer looks between the three of us like a lost and confused puppy, and we all laugh.

"Well, then, maybe we'll have to have a movie night sometime soon," I offer, reaching out for Sky.

Hand in hand, the four of us continue down the pathway, walking away from the setting sun while dried leaves rustle under our feet.

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Not That Kind of Tie

Request(s): Pls write me some smutty Hotch if that’s okay w you 🥺

heyy baby, could you write a smut one shot, with aaron hotchner, where he is a dom and the reader is a sub with a lot of degradation and him calling the reader names and just being mean?

if your not comfortable with it, that’s completely fine!! i love your writing and i hope you have a wonderful day xx

A/N: Thank you for the requests, anons! I know I said I would post this on the weekend but I’ve never written a Hotch fic so it was hard to make a concept. Had to take several breaks to ask myself if I was even writing this properly??? Hopefully it’s good and you like it! Idk if I’ll write another Hotch fic tho i dont think is for me unfortunately 🤟🏾😔 but this was a good change of character to write for. I hope you enjoy and happy reading!

Couple: Dom!Hotch/Sub!reader

Category: Smut (NSFW 18+)

Content warning: Penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation, fingering, spanking, swearing, male ejaculation (in mouth), slight blowjob, slight bondage

Word count: 3k

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You knocked on Hotch’s office door to give him the files you stayed behind to finish up. You had slacked off a bit on your paperwork for Hotch and didn’t want to leave him waiting any longer. You had no idea why he had given you so much paperwork to do but you weren’t upset about it. He liked your work and must have trusted you enough to work diligently on them. Besides, you weren’t mad about spending a few extra hours with Hotch.

“Come in,” Hotch said.

You opened the door. You greeted Hotch with a gentle smile before you walked in. He only peaked up to see who it was before he looked back down to carry on with his work. Typical behaviour for him.

You slowly approached his desk and dropped the files on it, deeply hoping he would look up at you. Something about him simultaneously ignoring you but favouring you enough to keep you around longer than the rest made you curious. You wanted to look into his eyes to see if the answers laid there.

He didn’t look up again. He diligently worked through his own paperwork, not giving you the attention your curiosity craved. However, your curiosity would just have to wait.

You pivoted around to leave his office. You walked towards the door faster than you walked towards his desk. You doubted your speed would cause him to look up. If your slow, eye-catching walk up to his desk didn’t pique his interest, you doubted anything would.

“Y/N.”

You turned around surprised to hear him utter your name. He rarely called you by your first name. It sounded monotone, as usual, but there was something in it that sparked a fire in you. It didn’t sound as if he needed you for any reason in particular. It seemed he just called you to call your name. You turned around to flash a smile his way.

“Yes, sir?” You asked.

“Close the door and take a seat,” he said.

You would have questioned him further but he immediately looked back down at his paperwork to continue filling it out. You didn’t mind his demands since any time in his presence was a good time to you. You were happy to be so close to him in his office even if it was just to hear him talk to you for a few seconds.

You closed the door as he instructed and made your way over to the chair in front of his desk. As soon as you did he looked up at you. There was no-out-of-the-ordinary expression on his face. Then again he was the master of hiding any visible emotions.

“Y/N, I want to talk to you about your work,” he said.

You looked at him worried. It didn’t seem as if he was upset about your work. Then again even when he was upset he sounded calm. However, after working with him for five years you knew him well enough to know he would have addressed any concerns he had earlier. He would never push off talking to you about your work for so long.

“I don’t think that’s what you want to talk about,” you said.

Hotch broke his usual calm, neutral demeanour when you made your bold statement. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at what you had said. You looked at him with a smirk as you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ve known you for far too long to know you wouldn’t want to talk to me about my paperwork if there was something wrong with it,” you said.

“I don’t want to criticize your work. Your paperwork is always perfect,” he said.

A smile appeared on your face but you quickly pressed your lips together to refrain it. He had praised you for your work before which was always music to your ears. His words had such a way with you. His words could wrap around you like a nice bow or like his hands around your neck. His large, strong hands probably capable of bringing you to your knees.

“Y/N?” He asked.

You blinked twice as you snapped out of your inappropriate thoughts. You were pretty sure the fact you two were the only ones left in the bureau was getting to you. You smiled at him to show him you were all there. With his level of profiling skills, you doubted he believed your mind was on track with the conversation at hand.

“Yes, sir,” you said.

“As I was saying, your paperwork is perfect but sometimes I feel as if your mind wanders other places leaving you to do your paperwork past the end of the day,” he said.

“I’m not distracted. I like staying behind to do my paperwork late,” you said.

“You stay as late as me some nights,” he said.

That was a true fact he stated. You would stay behind as late as he would on some nights to do your paperwork. You both would leave at the same time which meant you got to witness Hotch after hours more than anyone else on the team did. It always felt so intimate between you two whenever you were in the elevator leaving the office.

Every time you two would stand next to each other and talk about whatever came to mind. When your hands brushed against each other, you could feel yourself holding back from holding it. He would never move away from you either. He would stand with high confidence next to you as he talked with fire in his voice. It was hard resisting a man like him.

One time your resistance was at an all-time low. You had to have him. You needed him to indulge in you in depths he never knew you had. He gazed at you a second too long in the elevator once and you leaned towards him. He didn’t move or flinch in the slightest.

He let your lips land on his as you embraced him in a desperate kiss. He grabbed your ass and squeezed it as he indulged in your kiss. It ended as soon as the elevator doors opened but you were hooked. The feeling of his lips, his tongue, his hands. You craved it again.

“Is that an issue? It’s just a preference of mine to get my paperwork out during after-work hours. You know, get to let my hair down and loosen up,” you said.

“I can tell,” he said.

His eyes gazed down at your halfway unbuttoned blouse before they looked back up at you. You hadn’t forgotten you had unbuttoned your blouse. You had gotten hot while working so you unbuttoned it. You were going to button it up before going into his office but you decided to leave it as it was, hoping he’d noticed. You were glad he finally did.

“Are you going to say this goes against dress code?”

“You’re not on the clock, so it doesn’t. Anyway, please don’t make it a habit to stay late so frequently to complete paperwork,” he said.

“I understand, sir. I won’t distract you any further,” you said.

“Distract me?” He asked.

You smirked. “Yeah, your eyes seemed unfocused for a second.”

He stared at you for a second before he shook his head with a small smirk on his face. He looked down at his case file and closed it. You watched as he shuffled all his files together to put them in a pile. You guessed it was time for him to leave the office for the night. However, you weren’t quite ready to go.

“Sorry for inappropriately looking at you. It was unprofessional of me,” he said as he stood up.

“No, it’s okay,” you said as you shot up from your seat.

He raised an eyebrow at your eager ejection from your seat. To say you were excited to be in an elevator again with him was an understatement.

You were curious what would happen if you went just a little further this time. Would he deny you or entice you?

You wanted to know what could happen before you two entered the elevator. You leaned over his desk to get close enough to his tie. You watched him watch you grab it out of where it was tucked behind his suit jacket. He didn’t move or flinch at your touch. He let you carry on.

You looked down at his tie and caressed your thumb on it. Quality silk for a quality man. A flood of thoughts passed by your mind you just had to voice aloud. You looked up at him as you bit your lip.

“Would you use this to tie my hands together?” You asked.

His face almost broke when you said that. He had to press his lips together to hold his smirk back. You could already see past his stone-cold demeanour.

“It’s not that kind of tie,” he said.

You let go of his tie to lean back. You placed your hands out in front of him with your wrists touching. He looked at them long as if you had presented the greatest temptation to him. He then looked back up at you to see the sensuality in your eyes.

“It can be,” you said.

“Y/N-“

“Don’t tell me you’re against punishing me for going against the dress code,” you said.

You said all the words you knew would tempt him to his core. His alpha male personality mixed with his sex drive wouldn’t dare give up the opportunity to punish you for breaking a rule.

“Are you begging?” He asked.

“You could say so. Would you take me more seriously if I begged on my knees?” You asked.

He didn’t answer you. He just stuck his index finger up and twirled it. You understood your cue and turned around. You sat on the edge of his desk with your hands behind you.

No words were exchanged between you two. Just the feeling of his tie wrapping around your wrists and your heart pounding against your chest. You felt the last pull of his tie on your wrists as he tightened it.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

You turned back around to look him directly in his eyes. You could see the full control on his face. His eyes pierced through your core. You enjoyed the way his look could even make you submit. You would have let him fuck you in the elevator but his office would do.

Hotch shoved his thumb in your mouth. He cupped your chin and pulled you close to him. He leaned in close to examine your desperate face. You smirked around his thumb.

“I never knew you’d submit to being a whore so easily. I would have done this sooner if I knew,” he said.

He removed his thumb from your mouth before grabbing you by your face. He pulled you towards him but your face was the only part of you that could reach that far. Your hips hit his desk hard as the top of you was slightly bent forward.

He placed a quick, aggressive kiss on your lips before he pulled away to look at you. You breathed heavily as you stared at him. If his kiss could knock the wind out of you, you were positive you were going to be breathless after what he had planned for you.

He let go of your face to make his way behind you. His hand caressed down your back. It curved over your ass and slipped under your skirt. You yelped as soon as you felt his fingers dig into your skin. He squeezed it even harder when he heard you yelp.

“I thought you were begging to be a whore,” he said as he lifted your skirt.

“I am,” you said.

He spanked your ass. “That’s not begging, whore.”

“Please treat me like a whore,” you begged.

He spanked your ass again. “Beg to be fucked like a whore.”

“Fuck me like a whore,” you begged.

He spanked your ass again. “Again.”

“Fuck me like the whore I am,” you begged.

He spanked your ass one last time before he moved your underwear to the side. You bit your bottom lip in excitement. The area of your ass where he had spanked you stung immensely but it was a little taste of how he’d treat you.

You craved everything he had to offer you. The caress of his hand. The hair pulling. The fucking. You wanted to experience it all. And you would get exactly what you wished for.

He grabbed a bundle of your hair in his hand and pulled you halfway up. His other hand was up to no good between your legs. You moaned aloud as you felt him rapidly flicking your clit.

Your legs started to shake the more he flicked. He then slapped your pussy with a brass harshness. You yelped at the feeling but it wasn’t in a bad way. It sent a shock through you that you had never felt before.

“Why the fuck are you shaking?” He asked.

“Because you’re-“

He cut you off by shoving two fingers in you. He pumped in and out of you with speed as he indulged in the sound of you shrieking. He placed his lips against your ear.

“I don’t want a whore like you to answer. I just need you to take whatever I give you. Understood?” He said.

“Yes,” you shrieked.

“Yes fucking who?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you shrieked.

He pulled his fingers out of you. You heard him fumble around with his belt and soon his pants zipper. You gasped when you felt his hard dick hit your ass as it popped out of his underwear.

You couldn’t see it but you knew you were about to take a lot of dick. Your heart raced immensely at the thought of him repeatedly pounding into you. You bit your bottom lip just fantasizing about it.

“Your whore pussy better be able to take my whole cock,” he hissed in your ear.

You felt yourself throbbing down below at his words. You were more than ready to take him whole. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yes, sir,” you said.

He did just what he said and shoved his whole cock into you. You screamed as he pounded into you over and over again, giving you no breaks. He shoved you down onto his desk to get you into a 90-degree angle. You definitely felt how deep he could go in the position you were in.

“That’s right, fucking take it like a disgusting whore,” he said.

You did as he asked. You let him rearrange your guts with no questions asked. You knew from the moment he kissed you and grabbed your ass in the elevator a few days back he wanted to do this to you.

The way he rammed his dick into you made you think the desk would tumble over. The force he had was remarkable. You couldn’t imagine getting fucked better than what he was giving you.

“Does your disgusting mouth want my cum?” He asked.

“Of course, sir,” you moaned.

He pulled out of you and immediately grabbed your arm. He yanked you off the desk to stand you upright. He pulled you down to the ground. You didn’t hesitate to go on your knees for him.

You looked at his dick and saw it glistening with your juices that coated it. You licked your lips as you looked up at him with excitement in your eyes. You opened your mouth to show him just how eager you were for him to cum in your mouth.

He grabbed your hair to hold your head in place. He used his other hand to stroke his dick to shoot his cum in your mouth. His dominant look sent chills down your spine. You don’t think you could ever look at him again without craving that look.

“You better not waste a fucking drop, whore,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” you said.

He then stuck his dick into your mouth and you felt his warm cum drip down your throat. You made sure not a single drop went to waste by giving his dick a slight suck. He looked at you pleased that you followed his instructions, even did a little more for him.

“That’s how I treat desperate whores,” he said.

You took your mouth off his dick. You smirked up at him. You could just imagine yourself being his whore day in and day out. Now that you got a taste, you wanted more.

“Then let me be your desperate whore more often,” you said.

He smirked as he let go of your hair. He pulled up his pants and underwear to fix himself up. He then turned his attention to you. He pulled you up by your arm and turned you around.

You could feel him untying your hands to set you free. You sighed to yourself because you wanted more of him. You could only hope the feeling was mutual.

You turned back around to see him shining his tie around his neck to tie it. You smirked as you stopped his hands from tying it. He looked at you with a questionable look in his eyes but his smile still remained.

“I guess it is that kind of tie,” you chuckled.

He smirked. “Only for you.”

“Doe this mean I can be your whore frequently?” You asked.

“Of course,” he said.

“Can we start in the elevator?” You asked.

He chuckled before leaning in to give you a kiss that you desperately wanted to feel again. You felt his hands wrap around you as he embraced you deeper into the kiss. As much as you loved experiencing his dominant side, experiencing the softer side of Hotch was the best reward you could ever crave.

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Education is for Everyone

(A/N): It is based on this.

Summary: How does Spencer react to a crying child in his lecture?

Warnings: Not that I know, but lmk if there is anything triggering :)

Wordcount: .9k

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Education is something that shouldn’t be exclusive to a certain type of person. Everybody, no matter their heritage, gender, sexuality, disabilities or marital status should be able to get any kind of education they desire. This is something important to Spencer and he makes sure to show his classes that everyone is welcome. That’s why he tries to make them as accessible as possible.

May it be a visual portrayal of the unit, name tags with pronouns for everybody or him being available for questions any time. Spencer wants to give every single human being a chance of schooling, may the barriers be as high as they are. As long as someone is willing to learn something new, Spencer is more than happy to help with any kind of assistance.

This spread through campus pretty quickly and now his classes have a great range of diversity because of it.

It’s not mainly young people anymore. Not seldom do students come in, who are older than Spencer is. There is a broad mix of skin tones. Also blind and/or deaf people visit his lectures. Amputees and persons with a mental illness like (social) anxiety or depression participate in class. It’s a safe space for many people, an environment where all of them feel comfortable enough to actually say something and ask questions.

The doctor built an atmosphere in his lecture room he wished he could have when he went to college.

It’s another week on campus for him and he really needs it. The last few cases at the BAU were really rough, especially the last one, where children were abducted in a 24 hours time span. Sadly, none of them were recovered alive when they finally apprehended the UnSub. That’s why the week off is such a relief for him, it’s going to take his mind off the sad sides of his other job.

Slowly but surely people start to fill in and occupy the seats in the auditorium. Some he recognizes, others are new. With many people knowing how much effort the young doctor puts in to structure his units as inclusive as possible, they want to take a look at how he does it. It’s understandable to him and everybody is welcome and maybe they learn a slice or two.

“Good Morning, everyone. I’m happy to see all of you, even though it’s ungodly early for some of you. You know, at 8 a.m. most brains”, he starts his lecture while trying to minimize the facts and stats that aren't important to the unit.

In the middle of his course someone starts screaming. Startled by the sudden noise Spencer stops his talk flow. He looks around to find the source of the noise. A woman is packing her things up in a haste and takes a crying toddler in her arms. She begins to walk out, her head hanging low in embarrassment.

“Uh, Miss? Hold on, please.” Spencer makes his way up the stairs, the toddler still crying. The mother waits up for him, desperately bouncing the child, but to no avail.

“May I?” The young doctor asks, gesturing to the kid. Hesitantly she hands her over. As soon as Spencer holds the toddler, the cries slowly die down. The mother looks confused just like the rest of the class.

“As you can see, little…” He trails off and waits for the woman to say her name. “(Y/N)” “Little (Y/N) here started to calm down when I took her. This is because children, regardless of their age, sense their parent’s distress and this in turn stresses them out. If you don’t mind, I can keep her with me for the rest of the lecture. You don’t need to leave.” At the end he turns to the mother and speaks to her in a soft tone.

Flabbergasted, the woman nods and goes back to her seat. “Next, we talk about”, Spencer continues his lecture like nothing happened. (Y/N) in her blue pajamas stays quiet until the end of class. She even falls asleep in his arms, drooling a little bit on his jacket.

After the class ended, the mother comes up to him and takes her daughter. “Thank you so much, Dr. Reid. I didn’t plan on taking her with me, but the babysitter cancelled on me and her father had to go into work today. I promise this won’t happen again. Next time I’ll stay at home with her, but I already struggled keeping up with your classes and I didn’t want to fall behind even more.”

But Spencer waves her off. “It’s ok, you can bring (Y/N) in at any time. I don’t want you to feel like you have to miss any lecture because you are a mother. There is always a solution to any problem. I’m always happy to have you and your daughter here.” He smiles at her, indicating that it is in fact no problem.

It looks like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders and the mother thanks him before leaving the auditorium. It also helped Spencer on his side carrying the toddler. The innocence and calm radiating from (Y/N) reminded him of the good things in the world. And hopefully she comes more often into his class.

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kiwibirbs-library · 3 years

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Nightmares

a/n: so like.. uhh... how’s your day? Cause mine said work and think of this babe the whole time. Oh you too? Cool cool.

YALL THIS IS AFTER I WROTE THIS ITS SO LONG OMG OK I NEED TO GO READ THROUGH WOW

Pairing: Keith kogane x reader

Warning: uhh nightmares ya ya that. That’s it

Summary: you get nightmares, fairly bad done at that. And one night you just can’t do it anymore and go to the nearest occupied room. And suddenly it becomes a tradition.

You were rescued from a prison break. The only thing that made you special was that your entire planet was massacred and you had absolutely nowhere to go.

That was almost 6 months ago.

That’s how you ended up where you are now. In a near empty room of the castle, trying to fall back asleep. This was the fifth time you had a nightmare this week. This was the fifth time you had had to relive the vivid torture. The fifth time you’ve been curled up in a ball, tears streaming, trying to just breath through it.

After about 10 minutes you sat up. You couldn’t keep doing this. You couldn’t keep going off of two hours of sleep. You really couldn’t keep hearing Shiros ‘you ok?’ Every morning when you showed up looking like the living dead.

You grabbed your blanket and wrapped it around yourself before waking to the door. The faded walking lights were enough to keep you from hitting anything as you stopped at the nearest door. Hopefully it was someone who could help you. Just to talk to if you could. In other words— as much as you enjoy him— not Lance. You gulped as you knocked on the door. You weren’t expecting it to open as soon as it did.

Keith stood in the open door way, rubbing an eyes slightly as his vision adjusted to see you clearly.

“Y/n?” His voice was raspy from not talking for a while.

“Um hi,” your voice broke in the middle. His brows furrowed as he noticed your stained cheeks and red nose.

“Are you ok?” He squinted at you a bit, still not completely able to see you.

“Uh actually could I um... stay here for a bit.... please,” it all came out whimpery and cracked. You felt kind of pathetic. You half expected him to tell you where Shiro was and go back to sleep with how long he took to respond. But no. He backed up a bit and gave you room to come in. You smiled a little up to him and shuffled in. He sat on his bed and watched you slightly as you made your way down to the floor.

He didn’t exactly know why but he didn’t like the idea of you laying there. It was clean sure, and he definitely would have let anyone else sleep there, but he couldn’t in good conscious just leave you there. Especially with how red and wet your face was when you passed him. He cleared his throat a bit and you looked up at him from your spot. He patted the mattress beside him and you got the idea, getting up and sitting next to him.

“So... what’s wrong?” He looked at your hands as they twisted into each other. You bit your lip.

“Um well, lately I’ve been having these.. um... nightmares. There of the time in the prison. And the um... things that happened,” you gulped. There was a slight pause.

“You don’t have to force yourself to talk if you can’t,” Keith sighed a bit. You looked over to him to find a surprising look of worry on his face. You were taken aback by how understanding he looked. From what you knew of him he was that loner of the group, the one that didn’t talk much and did his own thing, only worrying about himself (and Shiro as you observed). But sitting next to you wasn’t someone that didn’t know feelings of others. It was more like someone who could understand what was happening with you.

“I get nightmares too you know. Of course I’ve never been tortured like you or Shiro were, but they still get to me pretty bad,” he said bluntly, leaning back on his hands. You sighed and brought you knees to your chest, a tired look in your eyes. “You can go to sleep if you want, it would be good for you,” he said without looking at you.

“Thank you,” you smiled a little. “You know, your a lot nicer than I thought you would be one on one,” you laid down slowly.

“I’ll take that as a complement?” His words had the slightest sound of amusement with them. It brought a calming blanket down on you.

In no time your were completely knocked out, Keith leaning up against the wall, also falling asleep as he made sure you didn’t wake up.

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There was a vibrating from under your head, waking you up. You weren’t fully awake as you felt the air on your skin without opening your eyes. You felt something come underneath the pillow and stop the movement before leaving. Your brows furrowed slightly as you moved even closer to wherever the thing had come from. Without moving much you hit something, immediately running a hand down the back of it before falling back to sleep.

Keith was also awakened by a vibrating. More than you obviously as this was his alarm every morning. So when he turned it off to keep you to sleep and you moved closer he very much noticed. And then your hand ran down his back and made him shiver. He was a blushing mess. He couldn’t even say anything as you stuffed your face into his chest and stayed asleep. Without even knowing it he was smiling at you, moving some hair from your face before he thought about it. You pushed yourself forward a little more, turning him onto his back as you used him as a body pillow. For the first time in a while he had to hold back a laugh at the movement.

You both stayed like that for almost an hour before you groggily got up finally. When you saw the position you immediately started apologizing for what happened. He waved you off, his normal stern face back as he sat up and met you in the middle of the room.

“Calm down its fine, I don’t really care. Anyways we should leave, we’re about to have the morning meeting,” as if the castle could hear him the intercom turned on with a loud beep and Alluras voice came on.

“Meeting time! Hunk made food as well,” and she was gone. You smiled at the idea of Hunks cooking.

“Oh shoot I need to change,” you looked down to your pajamas.

“Meh Lance Never does don’t worry about it,” in truth Keith was just stalling to continue seeing you in them. He really didn’t understand why but he liked the sight. You both left his room before walking the halls to kitchen. Mostly everyone was there, the only one not was Lance unsurprisingly. You waved a bit as you took a seat next to Pidge, Keith to you. They looked at you both with a smile before going back into their talk about something technical.

You tried to listen as you ate but your thoughts drifted to the night before and this morning. A light pink hit your face at the thought. You smiled a little as you put the spoon to you mouth.

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These sleepovers quickly became something usual. In some instances you wouldn’t even go back to your room, just straight to his with him. At one point he told you to bring some clothes over to change so now you had your little pile in the corner of dresses and shirts. The most awkward part of it would have to when you both began cuddling consciously. You felt hot as Keith put a very hesitant arm on you, his constant ‘is this ok?’s making you laugh a bit.

You didn’t know when but at some point you started taking the sessions in for more. You would always smile at the thought of Keith. Your eyes would always wonder the room in search of him. If the found his you would gaze for a moment before looking away.

Keith knew exactly when he took after hours for more. He knew exactly what he was doing when went to his room at the end of the night, waiting impatiently for you to show up. He knew exactly what he wanted when he asked you to bring some clothes over, his idea for you to spend more time there working amazingly.

The day you got found out though was the most embarrassing moment of your life. Even worse than Pidge calling you out for staring at the boy. For one thing you were more tired than usual that morning due to training the previous day. So while reaching for a pair of leggings you missed and grabbed Keith’s spare sweatpants. Honestly you didn’t even think about how big they were as you threw on your jacket and left. Keith had left before you to meet with Shiro so you were alone and the first in the breakfast hall. By the time you stood up everyone was there as well. Keith’s hand flew to his face to hide the bright red that flushed his face when he noticed. He wasn’t going to say anything, he didn’t really want to. He would have to resist the urge to hide your normal pjs in favor of you wearing his for the next week.

“Aren’t those a little big on you?” Pidge commented.

“Huh?” You looked down and blushed a bit at the clothing. “O-oh ya, haha. Um i saw them at the mall we went to the other day and picked them up,” you coughed.

“Wow really those look like what Keith was wea—“ Lances mouth was covered and his head was dragged down by Keith’s arms. Everyone looked between you two with skeptical look before you slip out the door with a ‘well then’.

That was the catalyst of Lance following Keith to his room and hour later. He was droning on about something when Keith stopped in front of his door. He never had time to clean up this morning. Your clothes were probably still scattered in different areas. He cleared his throat.

“What?” He looked to Lance you was waiting patiently for the door to open.

“Oh I wanted to see what your room looked like. I’m bored and have nothing to do today,” he gave a dramatic sigh. Keith blocked the door.

“No.”

“Whaaat?? Why nooooott? How long have we known each other? Shouldn’t we have more trust????” Lance whined. “Besides whaaat Y/n in here the other day?”

“No,” Keith stayed. Then you came down the hall. You had went to your room in search of a pair of pants before realizing they were still sitting on the edge of Keith’s dresser. Maybe your other jacket was still on his bed if you were lucky. When you saw Lance you made a turn to leave the way you came too late.

“Y/n?” Lance called. You stopped and turned back to him.

“Hey Lance, what’s up?” You smiled a bit and walked a little closer. Keith was happy to hear your voice but also bit his lip at the predicament. You were probably looking for your favorite leggings. The ones you left here the other night. Bad timing.

“Oh I was wanting to see inside Keith’s room! What about you?” You continued talking to Lance, at one point giving Keith a side glance to say to go in. He quickly slipped into his room and started picking up your things and hastily putting it places, most went under his bed. In all honesty he didn’t mind too much about everyone finding out about your sleepovers. He did mind however about the teasing that would come with it.

The door clicked and slid open, Lance walked in with a nervous you glancing around after him.

“Wow it’s so boring in here,” Lance sighed, draping himself over on top of you. “There’s nothing in here how do you live like thi—“ he stopped when he looked over the floor. He saw something light blue poking out from under the bed. Keith tensed when lance moved it out with his foot. The jacket dragged out a few more clothes with it, all definitely not Keith’s and very obviously yours.

“Y/n did you know your clothes are— OH MY GOD NO WAY!!” He jumped away from you and looked between you and the mullet boy. “YOU TWO ARE A THINGGG??”

“No no we’re not!” You held up your hands and tried to explain. You missed Keith’s small and inaudible ’yet’.

“Then why are your clothes here? Are there more?!” Lance asked, gesturing to the small pile on the floor.

“Um well, sleepovers?” You rubbed your hands together. Lance turned to Keith.

“What does that mean?”

“Well what do you think a sleepover means? Honestly,” he crossed his arms. Lance turned back to you.

“How many times??”

“Ah ha ha um... multiple?” You looked over to Keith to find he was already watching you. You whipped back to Lance. As if the universe told you you weren’t getting out of this easy, Pidge and Hunk passed by the open door. They peered in a you heard a little laugh.

“He finally figured it out? Hah we knew weeks ago,” the small girl laughed a little, pushing her glasses up.

“You two knew?!!!” Lance whined as he left the room to join those two in the hall. Keith, quicker than you would have thought, moved and pressed a button to close and lock the door. You heard a muffled ‘hey’ before footsteps that eventually faded away. He sighed. You gave a little laugh.

“That your first choice in hiding?” You giggled.

“Shut up,” he gave you a smile and a glance before flopping down on his bed with a groan. “This is why no one comes in here.”

“Aww I feel so special,” you giggled again as you climbed on top of him. You laid you head down as he dragged you completely on top of him. “By the way, about what Lance said.” Keith looked down to you. “What are we anyway?”

“Well, I’d prefer the privileges of boyfriend all the time. But if you wouldn’t then I don’t mind waiting,” you put yourself up on your arms at his directness.

“What?”

“What?” He repeated.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the closed off feelings guy? What was that?” You look at him bewildered.

“I will not hesitate to leave you here alone,” he gave you a playful glare. “Answer my sentence though.”

“What?”

“Do I get privileges?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” you looked away before sitting up fully. “You get to tell everyone though,” you smiled a bit.

“Ugh why,” he groaned and put his head to the side. His hands naturally rested on your hips. You both had been doing this so long you never even took it as something weird with the way you straddled him. You laughed a bit at him when he pinched your sides a bit.

“Deal?”

“Deal,” he smiled before pulling you a little closer and finally doing what he had been wanting to for the past month, finally kissing you.

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mochegato · 3 years

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Even the Losers

Chapter 11

Chapter 1 Chapter 10

“What do you mean he knew?” Dick asked, taking a seat in the chair across from Bruce. He looked around for Alfred to make sure he wasn’t going to lecture them for talking about bat business in the manor when Bruce’s newest daughter could walk in on them at any moment.

Dick scrunched his face in thought. That wasn’t right was it? She wasn’t his newest daughter. She was his oldest child. Well, not oldest. He was the oldest. But she was the one he had the longest. He had her before he took in Dick. He’d given her up and then taken Dick in soon after and honestly Dick wasn’t sure how to reconcile that. He was eternally grateful that Bruce had taken him in and helped him, dealt with his rebellions and helped him focus his anger. But if he’d had such patience for him, why not his own daughter?

Dick was forced off of his thought process by Bruce, bringing them back to the topic at hand. “He knew we were going there somehow. He just thought it was earlier than we had planned.” Bruce sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “He was wandering through the museum looking for us, or more specifically, her.”

Tim stared at the coffee table in front of him trying to work out how the Penguin could have known. “Did you talk about it? Somewhere that could have been bugged?”

Bruce shook his head. “I didn’t really have time to. It was all last minute. But I don’t know about Marinette.”

“When did you plan it? Was it in your schedule?” Tim pressed. “Because if there is a leak at WE with high enough permissions to have access to your calendar, that is a big problem.” His eyes widened immediately. “Not that a rogue going after Marinette isn’t! It’s just another problem.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything about it. “Dinner…” he sighed deeply in realization. “The waitress. Right. We’ll have to talk to her tomorrow.”

“You think she sold information?” Duke asked.

“Or she told someone who sold it, or someone overheard her gossiping, or…” Damian listed off in a condescending tone.

“Are you going to warn Marinette?” Duke interrupted, his brow furrowing in concern. They should have anticipated this. They’d taken precautions for him after the official announcement of his new status, but they hadn’t moved to protect her yet.

Bruce nodded. “I’ll talk to her about expectations of being my daughter. So far, this is fairly expected. I don’t want to send her into a panic, but she should know the dangers she’s going to have to face now.” He sighed guiltily and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was exactly what he had been trying to protect her from all those years ago. And the idea that one of the rogues might have taken his child to get back at him, a baby who had no chance of protecting herself, still haunted him.

Cass frowned at him. “Not safe,” she chastised.

“I’m not saying we don’t protect her too. I think it would be a good idea to make sure we can keep an eye on her and be able to track her so we know if she’s been taken or involved in a rogue attack. I’ll talk to her about safety precautions, so she isn’t announcing plans where others can hear her. She’s planning on moving into the apartment with her friends soon, so that should help at night.”

“Good,” Dick agreed. “From what Jason said about the other day and the concierge just letting it happen, the sooner we get her out of that hotel the better.”

“What do we know about her ability to defend herself?” Tim asked.

“According to her mother, none. She’s never had training. Never had to defend herself,” Bruce sighed. That was exactly the upbringing he wanted for her, to never need to defend herself. But now, that was biting them in the ass. Because now, she might need to be able to defend herself and couldn’t.

Damian scoffed. “She’s weak and defenseless, is what you mean. We’re going to have to spend our time and our energy protecting her because she isn’t capable of it.”

“She’s innocent,” Bruce corrected. “That was the entire point of sending her away, so she could be. And that’s supposed to be our entire job, protecting the innocent. She is no exception.” They all froze when the door to the sitting room cracked open.

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Marinette took a calming breath. Driving up to the manor had been impressive, entering the manor had been even more so. The entire place was dripping with history and prestige. All the touches looked highest class, highest quality, all well thought out and coordinated over years of design, speaking of bespoke everything. It was about as far from what Marinette grew up in as there could be. It was somber and distant. Sterile even in its lavish details.

And yet, it wasn’t the imposing design that had her heart racing. She could hear voices echoing through the empty halls. She couldn’t make out anything being said, only the variations in baritones and tenor pitches to them.

“Relax, Pixie. They’re going to love you. You could tell them to fuck off,” he took a quick look around when he said it before relaxing back into his motivational speech. “And you’d still come out as someone else’s favorite too. There’s nobody in there you need to impress.” He patted her on the back and squeezed her shoulder. “Just maybe stay away from Damian. He’s a spiteful little shit. Better than he was when he came but… just to be safe…”

He took off his jacket and motioned to hers. “Also,” he continued as he took her jacket, “don’t say the word ‘pineapple’.”

Marinette laughed and shoved him. “Stop messing with me. I’m nervous enough already.” Jason looked at her suddenly very serious. Marinette faltered for a second before scoffing. “Shut up.”

“I’m telling you, just don’t say it.”

She rolled her eyes. This had to be one of the most ridiculous conversations ever. “Okay, first, I still don’t believe you. Second, why would I?”

Jason shook his head and backed away. “I don’t know. It always manages to come up though.” He pointed at her as he backed out of the room. “Fight the temptation. I’m going to hang these up. They’re in that room.” He motioned vaguely toward a room down the hall, which considering how many rooms were down the hall wasn’t actually all that helpful. “Go ahead, they’re expecting us.”

“You’re kind of an asshole, you know that,” she called after him.

“Only kind of? You might like me more than the rest,” he called back with a laugh.

Marinette shook her head and started down the hallway. It couldn’t be that hard to find, right. There had to be signs. “What do you think, Tikki?” she whispered almost too quiet for anyone to hear.

“Jason’s right,” she assured Marinette just as quietly. “They’ll love you. Just be yourself. It’s the next door on the left.”

Marinette grinned at her and noted the light under the door. Definitely the right door. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Wish me luck.” She took another breath and bolstered herself for the next few hours. Hopefully it would go amazingly, but even if it didn’t, she could withstand a few hours of awkward, uncomfortable conversation and looks. She survived all the Graham de Vanily parties Adrien dragged her to, she could survive this. She nodded to herself, silently cursed Jason for abandoning her, and pushed open the door.

The room immediately quieted as Marinette walked in. Everyone turned to her as a unit, tight anxious smiles on their lips. Marinette froze and tried to smile politely at them, but she was pretty sure it looked more frightened than polite. The people in the room continued to stare at her almost analytically. The intensity of the stares was unnerving and unsettling. She almost backed out of the room until she felt someone step up next to her and sling their arm over her shoulder. She looked up hesitantly but breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw Jason next to her.

“Stop being weird. You’re creeping her out,” Jason barked at them.

Jason’s order seemed to break them out of their trance. Everyone moved at once, jumping up to welcome her or moving rapidly towards her to shake her hand, except for the youngest who frowned and crossed his arms and a woman, who must be Cass, Marinette reasoned, who just waved from her spot next to Bruce. Marinette tensed up but didn’t back away, instead bracing herself for the onslaught. The noise became almost overwhelming as multiple people were speaking at once and Jason shouted back, pulling Marinette away from them.

“Enough!” Bruce yelled, instantly silencing everyone in the room. He turned to Marinette with a warm smile. “Sorry about that. I was hoping for a more welcoming introduction, but with this family…” he motioned to the rest of the room with a defeated sigh.

He crossed the room to her quickly but froze when he got to her, uncertain what form of physical welcome was allowed. A handshake seemed too formal and distant, but a hug seemed too personal for only their second meeting in twenty years, well, technically fourth, but the first two didn’t exactly count. On the other hand, last time they did la bise, so that was more appropriate, right? He decided to leave it to Marinette, but she didn’t seem any more certain than he did, judging by her awkward wave and quick looks to his hand and cheek.

He smiled in response. They’d figure it out eventually, hopefully. For now, he just needed to make sure she felt welcome. He opened his mouth to welcome her to the manor and start introductions but got cut off by a very excited Dick.

“Oh wow, I didn’t realize how much she looks like your mother until now.” Dick moved right in front of Marinette examining every centimeter of her face intensely. “Her eyes look just like hers. They could be twins. Do you have any pictures of her when she was a baby so we can compare?”

Marinette’s face went blank as she stared back at Dick. She quirked her head to the side trying to figure out how to respond to that, or if she was even supposed to, considering despite the fact that his face was only a handful of centimeters from hers, he wasn’t talking to her. Her quandary was answered when Jason shoved Dick away harshly. “She has a name, Dickweed,” Jason growled. “And she’s right the fuck in front of you, have some respect.”

“Language Master Jason,” Alfred admonished coming into the room. “But he is correct, Master Dick.”

“Right,” Dick said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, Marinette. That was rude. Hi, I’m Dick.” He held his hand out for Marinette.

Marinette shook it with a smile. “It’s okay. I’ve always wondered where I got my blue eyes from.” She chuckled a little nervously and shrugged. “Mystery solved, I guess.”

Bruce laid a hand on her shoulder, drawing her attention back to him. “I can show you pictures later, if you’d like to see, or whenever you’re ready.” He pulled his hand away and shoved it into his pocket awkwardly. “Or, at some point I, or somebody else can give you a tour of the manor and I’m sure you’ll see lots of pictures of,” he paused only a fraction of a second, uncertain how she would take the term, “your grandparents.”

Marinette swallowed almost imperceptibly, but covered with a smile. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

The pause she took to respond would be missed by most people but a room full of people trained to detect tells like that didn’t miss it. Duke jumped up with a big smile. “Hi,” he shot out his hand to shake hers, “I’m Duke. It’s nice to meet you.”

Marinette smiled back at him and shook his hand. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you. Sorry for ruining your introduction gala.”

Duke scoffed. “Are you kidding me? I hate attention. Thank you for taking the attention off of me.” He suddenly cringed realizing what he was saying. “I mean… That’s not what I meant. Sorry it had to land solely on you. Want me to do something stupid to get the attention back?”

Marinette laughed at his attempt to cover. For once it wasn’t her saying the wrong thing with the best intention. “No, please don’t and don’t worry,” she waved him off with a smile, “I knew what you meant. Not your fault. Honestly, not as bad as it could have been. I’ve dealt with worse.”

“You have?” Jason asked, his face scrunching in concern.

Marinette shrugged at him and turned back to Duke. “Glad I was at least able to help a bit.”

Duke grinned at her. “You did. You’re already more helpful than most of them,” he motioned toward the rest of the family. “Definite contender for new favorite sibling.” Dick let out an exaggeratedly loud offended scoff while Cass shrugged and bobbed her head in agreement. Tim furrowed his brow and exclaimed, “Hey!” But the corner of his lips quirking up betrayed his act.

Jason glowered at Duke and stepped between them. “Back off! I already claimed her.” He turned back to Marinette. “Now what is this about you’ve dealt with worse? Is there someone I need to have a talk with?”

“I’m sorry for being rude,” Bruce interrupted before the conversation went down a darker path than he was hoping for this meeting. “Welcome to the manor, Marinette. Thank you for coming. You’ve already met Jason, Dick, and Duke. That is Tim,” he motioned to the teen on the couch who waved politely but awkwardly. His eyes only flicked to hers a few times and only for a fraction of a second before flicking away, a pained look shooting through them.

“Next to him is Damian.” He rolled his eyes and looked away, but didn’t attack like both Roy and Jason warned her he might, so she was taking it as a win. “Cass is there,” he motioned toward Cass, who waved again, just as kindly as the first time. “And this is Alfred.”

Alfred stepped forward and bowed slightly to Marinette. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Miss Marinette.”

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him as she scrutinized his face. “You look familiar.”

Alfred’s eyes sparkled at her recognition. He started to say something, but whatever it was got lost when Dick interrupted. “Wait!” He jumped in Alfred’s face. “Is this why you took all your vacations in Paris?” he exclaimed. His eyes widening in realization.

“It is indeed, Master Dick,” Alfred nodded.

“That’s why you look familiar!” Marinette exclaimed. “You were a repeat customer in the patisserie.”

“I am very happy to see you back in the manor, Miss Marinette,” Alfred gave her a curt nod as a smile played on the corners of his lips.

Marinette tensed at the reminder that she may have at some point have been in the manor. It ripped open a Pandora’s Box of questions, each one more unsettling than the last. Had she been in the manor before? Had she interacted with her f… M. Wayne when she was a baby? Did he hold her? Did he kiss her head? Did he hold her for a few minutes and hand her back like she did to Jamil’s baby, feeling no more connection than she had to Remi? Did he cuddle her to his chest and hold her close only to hand her back and walk away? Did he feel nothing when he held her? Did his chest feel less tight when she was no longer near him? Did he heave a sigh of relief when he handed her back?

No. She had to stop focusing on those questions. That was the past. Nothing would be gained from asking those questions tonight. He wasn’t ready to give an answer and she wasn’t ready to receive it. He’d apologized and she’d accepted. She would just… let the questions plague her and slowly drive her into insanity. That was the plan. She quickly plastered on a smile and nodded back at Alfred. “It is good to see you again, M. Pennyworth.”

“Please, call me Alfred,” he said, his amused smile turning sympathetic seeing the change in her demeanor. “All the children do.”

Marinette smiled back, her smile more strained than before. Was she one of the children? She guessed technically she was. “Only if you call me Marinette.”

“Of course, Miss Marinette,” Alfred nodded.

Marinette raised an eyebrow but nodded back. She understood deeply ingrained British upper class formality. She hadn’t survived parties with Felix and Adrien for nothing. But if he wanted to embrace the detached formality, so would she. “Thank you, M. Pennyworth.”

Alfred raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “Maybe we could plan for a tour of the manor and a look through photo albums at a later time. For now, dinner is ready.”

At Alfred’s pronouncement, everyone started moving out of the room. Marinette watched them all making their way toward what must be the dining room, but didn’t move herself. It still felt awkward to walk around the manor… again, apparently. She didn’t move until Jason threw his arm over her shoulder and gently prodded her forward. She gave him a small smile and threw her arm around his waist.

She looked past him to give Tim who had also hung back a bit, a small smile. He gave her a guilty smile back and a little wave. Marinette gave him a quizzical look, trying to figure out what he had to feel guilty about. But it looked like he didn’t want to get too close with Jason at her side. And as much as she wanted to ask what Tim was thinking about, she was beyond grateful that Jason had taken up post at her side. She didn’t know if she would have been able to make it through this without him. She squeezed his waist and looked up at him with a smile. He looked down with a questioning look that quickly turned into a smile and he squeezed back.

Chapter 12

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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years

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Hurricane, Shmurricane

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

WC: 1.4k

A/N: A small drabble-ish thing about Bucky and reader riding out Hurricane Henri together (even though the storm ended up not being too big of a deal lol).

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Are you sure you don’t want me to come home? I could be there in a few hours, sweetheart.

You stare at your phone, rereading Bucky’s text over and over, debating whether to give him the answer you wanted to or needed to.

You sigh, choosing the latter.

Hurricane, shmurricane. You don’t need to come all the way back from Washington for me! Though I appreciate the offer. :) <3

I would do anything for you, Y/n. You know that. Just let me know if you change your mind.

Will do. Try not to hit that Senator Ross guy or anything and get locked up in jail. You don’t have to come home right now but I will start to miss your face if you’re gone a few extra days than originally planned.

You don’t miss my face now? :(

I mean, I always miss your face. Just more so than usual.

Miss you, too. I’ll be home in three days. Love you.

Your phone dings with another alert about the incoming hurricane. You tried your best to prepare as much as possible, but you were still nervous. Your apartment was decent, but your current job did not provide the finances to get yourself a living situation where the building didn’t lose power when winds reached over 20 mph.

The truth is, you desperately wish Bucky could be there with you now. Unfortunately he and Sam got called down to Washington D.C. to discuss a potential assignment dealing with some lingering Hydra agents. This was before weather reports showed that a hurricane was landing much farther north than usual. You’ve never dealt with a hurricane before, so the idea of dealing with it alone was unsettling.

Still, you weren’t going to risk Bucky flying into a storm just to be there to hold you if you got scared. Even though you really, really want him to.

So instead, you spend the rest of the night charging all of your devices and doing nervous cleaning, preparing for whatever the storm would bring tomorrow.

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You wake up to the crash of a branch hitting your window.

Luckily not enough to break the glass, but the whack was so loud that you let out a yelp as you were ripped away from sleep.

You get out of bed and look out the window to witness the chaos of the storm.

There were branches strewn all over the streets. Some had landed on cars and shattered their windshields or set the alarms off, the sound mixed with the aggressive winds and rain slamming against the windows roaring in your ears.

You close the blinds, attempting to tune it out and move to turn the light switch on. You flick it up.

Nothing.

“Fuck,” you murmur to yourself. “I thought I was at least going to have power in the morning.”

You check the news on your phone. Thousands of residents have already lost power, and it looks like it won’t be turning back on anytime soon.

Luckily, having been in this situation before, you head over to your storage closet and pull out a small generator. You decide not to turn it on just yet, unsure of how long you’ll need to rely on it before power comes back on.

Instead, you open the blinds to your window back up to let the natural light in, grimacing at the view.

Your phone buzzes as you’re in the kitchen pouring yourself a bowl of cereal.

How are you? I heard it’s looking pretty rough out there.

Your heart sinks, wishing that Bucky could somehow climb out of your phone and wrap you in his arms. You always try to keep a strong face, not wanting to be a bother to anyone. But right now, you were past not wanting to be a bother.

Not the *best* tbh. But hopefully it will be over soon.

I’m sorry, doll. Wish I were there. I’ll head out as soon as I can.

You send a heart emoji and put the phone down, blinking back tears and walking over to your couch, which now serves as a blanket oasis. A pine-scented candle acts as your main source of light aside from the windows. It’s the candle you always light whenever you’re missing Bucky, the scent reminding you of being in his arms, breathing in the smell of pine as your face rests against his shirt. There’s a stash of ten or so of them in your closet.

You try to distract yourself by reading, but after a few minutes of rereading the same sentence five or six times, you give in to the distraction of the storm and stare out at the window. A loop of endless worst-case scenarios play on repeat in your head.

A branch could break through the window and glass would be everywhere.

A pipe bursts in your apartment and water damages the whole building.

Hell, what if a fucking tornado appears and takes out your entire block?

You groan, throwing a blanket over your head, willing yourself to calm down and failing.

A huge gust of wind roars outside and you hear a crashing sound. Lifting the blanket off of you, you jump off the couch and look out the window. A lamppost has been knocked over and landed across the street, blocking anyone from getting through. Luckily people stupid enough to be driving right now had seen it in time to stop.

Right as you look outside, another branch makes contact with your window. You yelp.

Somehow, a second one hits it immediately after and cracks the window. You feel tears welling in your eyes once more.

This is it.

There’s a knock on your door and you scream.

“Doll, are you okay? Let me in!” a muffle voice calls from the other side of the door.

Bucky.

You run over and unlock it with trembling hands, yanking the door open to find a very wet, very concerned looking boyfriend standing in front of you.

Still looking gorgeous as ever.

“Bucky.” Tears stream down your face as relief overtakes your body. Bucky steps inside and wraps you in his arms.

“It’s okay. I’m here, love. I’m here,” he coaxes, swaying you from side to side.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you ask into his soaking wet leather jacket. “I mean, I’m beyond thrilled, but you’re supposed to be in D.C.?”

“As if I didn’t buy a ticket to New York the second after I texted you last night.” He chuckles, pulling away just enough to be able to look at you. “I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave my best girl here on her own.”

You smile and Bucky moves to wipe away your tears before kissing your forehead.

Now that the shock of seeing him has worn off, you frown, fully taking in the sight of him. “Come on, let’s get you into some dry clothes.” You try to pull him over to your bedroom where he has a stash of extra clothes in your dresser but Bucky holds you in place, grinning.

“What, you don’t want to spend the day cuddled up with a wet mop?” He pulls you in tighter and you squeal in protest, fighting back a smile.

“Honestly Buck, you could make anything look good. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable, babe.”

His smile softens. “Here? With my favorite person in my arms? What else could I need?” He leans forward until his lips find yours. You sigh, leaning into him as his kiss -- as always -- leaves you feeling dizzy.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you pull away from him. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me. But I’d be lying if I said I had been wishing this whole time you would.”

Bucky frowns. “Y/n, I would do anything for you. I’ll always be there to make you feel safe.”

You smile. “I do. I feel like I could run outside and fistfight this damn hurricane now that you’re here.”

Bucky groans, though it sounds more like a laugh. “Please don’t do that, doll.”

You roll your eyes. “Fiiine. How about I pull out my laptop and we can watch a movie instead?”

“That sounds much better.” He leans forward for one more quick kiss before walking into your room to change.

You spend the rest of the day cuddled together in your blanket oasis, watching as many movies as possible before your eyelids grow heavy and you rest your head on Bucky’s arm and fall asleep, blissfully unaware of the storm raging outside your apartment.

Hurricane, shmurricane.

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seeyalaterinnovator · 3 years

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One For The Road - Alex Turner Imagine (NSFW)

Word count: 5.2K (part two to come...)

Rating: NSFW 18+!!!

Synopsis: You and Alex have been friends, but could tonight push that over the edge?

You peered into the mirror, swiping on the shiny gloss over the lipstick you had just put on, giving the subtle appearance of a pout before tossing the tube back into your purse. Nervously your hands tousled your hair which had been slightly messy from moving around throughout the night. As you analyzed your appearance you wondered what Alex thought of you tonight, and whether or not he was actually going to kiss you or if the night would get away from the two of you.

It had been two years of fighting feelings and biting your tongue each time he’d say something cheeky to you. Sure you had kissed a couple of times, but most of them were borne of whiskey fueled bravery. Tonight you weren’t sure which Alex was in your presence, respectful or brave, though you were praying for the latter. With one final adjustment of your shirt you left the sanctity of the bathroom and back out into the bar to rejoin your cohort.

“There she is.” Someone spoke as you managed to push your way back through various groups of people, claiming your place along the wall.

Your gaze wandered over to Alex who was sitting over at the table, hand wrapped around a glass of something that you hoped would be the liquid courage he needed tonight. He looked so handsome sitting there, lost in conversation with one of the others. “Here I am.” You chimed.

“This place is getting really crowded, anyone wanna pick somewhere else?” Someone asked.

You were inclined to agree. There were far too many people in this bar, you could hardly even hear what your friends were saying. Plus there wasn’t an open seat to Alex, which was the exact spot you wanted to be in. Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands if you want something done. “We could go back to my place?” you suggested, knowing you had a fair amount of booze at your house to tide everyone over for the evening.

By this point Alex had invested himself into whatever you were saying, intently looking over at you. For a brief moment you locked eyes and for the first time that night you actually felt a flutter in your stomach. His gaze was so intent, a sly smile pulling at his lips. He clearly liked your idea.

“Y/n has a new place, don’t yeh?” Alex asked despite well knowing that you had moved into a new apartment a few weeks ago.

“Yeah, bit bigger. We can go back there and hang. At least we won’t be bothered..” You trailed off, everyone quickly began to close out their tabs.

The night had cooled off significantly. As you exited the bar you caught a gust of wind, sending a shiver through your body. A small, deep chuckle could be heard behind you, one from that all familiar voice. “Cold?” Alex asked, stepping closer behind you and running his hands over your arms to warm them.

“A bit chilly yeah.” You nodded. Before you knew it, Alex was pressing himself all the way to you, wrapping his strong arms around your body, sharing his body heat. His lips incredibly close to your neck, he turned his head so he could speak.

“Who’d yeh come ‘ere with?” He inquired, a calm yet suggestive tone carried his voice.

“Mallory, who looks like she is currently otherwise occupied.” Pointing toward your friend who was happily kissing her boyfriend just a few feet ahead of the two of you.

“Good,” He mused to you, “I’m takin’ y/n!” His voice got much louder as he announced to the group who were spread about over the sidewalk.

Alex led the two of you over to his car, opening the passenger door for you to slide in easily. He lingered for a moment as you stood there, impossibly close, his eyes followed your form as you slipped into the seat. He rounded the front and slipped in himself, turning the key in the ignition.

The ride had started off quiet save for some soft music that was playing in the background. Your head lolled to the side and you watched Alex as he drove, admiring the man beside you. This was the first time the two of you had truly been alone together tonight, but would it be the last?

At one point he lifted his hand from the steering wheel and you watched as he flicked through a few of the radio stations until settling on something a little more rock based. His hand paused and hovered for a moment before he casually reached over and allowed it to settle along your knee. Body slightly tense, you dared not move or flinch of fear that he’d move away. Instead you stared at his hand so gently caressing the top of your leg - it would remain there the rest of the drive. When Alex parked on your street he turned to you as if wanting to say something, but the words dried up in his mouth and instead opted to smile over at you.

“What?” You asked, curious of his sudden lack of words.

“Jus’ enjoyin the view.” He shrugged, his hand squeezing just a bit before releasing altogether.

“Cmon, let’s go inside.”

You let out a steady exhale to rid yourself of the nerves you had built up once you stood up out of the car. Not that you didn’t enjoy it immensely, but you clearly hadn’t psyched yourself up for the possibility of the brave Alex tonight. Once you rounded the corner, you began to rummage through your purse looking for your keys as you walked. That same warm presence filled the space next to you once again, this time with a steady hand to your lower back as you walked.

The gesture was small yet protective, almost possessive without being too aggressive. You swallowed thickly, telling yourself that you were only a few moments away from being able to down another drink to calm your nerves. The remainder of the walk his hand would stay glued to your lower back, and would go unnoticed by the rest of your friends.

Once upstairs you were met by a few friends who were lingering around in the hallway. Someone mumbled something about you and Alex, but you opted to ignore the comment in favor of focusing on opening the door to let everyone in.

“Sorry if it’s messy… wasn’t really planning on having company tonight.” You apologized as you swung the door open, allowing your friends to all hoard in.

Lingering around, you watched as all your friends began to settle around the living room, coats being shucked off and dumped on your spare bed. You took note of Alex’s leather jacket sitting on the bed off to the side, causing you to half wonder if he had planned on leaving earlier than the others. Everything seemed to be going well so far, at least you thought.

With a promise of drinks, you made your way off into the kitchen and rummaged around your cabinets and began to grab various bottles to set out on the counter. This moment alone allowed you to reflect on tonight thus far, and to worry about how the rest of it would go. He was here, so that was something. Alex could have easily gone home but he opted to follow you back to your place.

“Need any help?” Alex’s voice popped back into the room. He was smoothing back his hair when you looked back toward him.

“You could grab some glasses.” You suggested, pointing toward the cabinet the glasses were located. A smile had crept it’s way up to your lips, Alex had gone out of his way to seek out where you were. You had to silently scold yourself though, to stop acting like a giddy school girl and to play it cool.

The two of you met at the island in the middle, laying out different things here and there. His hand wrapped around the bottle of cinnamon whiskey as he eyed it, a devilish smirk evident in his features. “I know that look Turner, what are you up to?”

“Let’s do a shot, just us.” He said, already pouring the golden liquid into two shot glasses with a wink.

He pushed the glass toward you, a small bit spilling over the edge and onto the counter. Despite your better judgement, you took hold of the glass and clinked with his before downing the liquid down your throat. It burned on the way down and settled into your stomach, and soon that warm cozy feeling would start to take over your senses. You both chuckled as your glasses came back down onto the counter with an echoing clunk.

“Alreyh, I’m goin’ to go out for a smoke.” He announced

“I have a balcony off of my room, upstairs, second door on the right, you can go there.” You nonchalantly mentioned, though the thought of him in your bedroom made your stomach flip. “Door should be unlocked.”

“Thanks.”

Alex disappeared off and you busied yourself in making a few different drinks to bring out. You took your time, hoping that by the time you were done Alex would be back and hopefully you’d manage to plop yourself next to him again and savor whatever time you had left with him tonight. With a tray full of drinks, you made your way back into the living room and started to hand them out - quickly noticing that Alex was not back.

“I’ll be right back.” You excused yourself to make your way up the stairs quietly, heading straight for your room. You found Alex exactly where you thought, leaning over the balcony as puffs of smoke rose over his head.

He turned around once he heard shuffling behind him. To play it cool you headed over to your closet to grab a sweater, as if the whole reason you came up here wasn’t to see him. Large brown eyes blinked over at you as he settled against the balcony, this time facing you. “How’s it going?” You ask, looking over to him as you pull the cardigan over your arms.

“Good, wanna join meh?”

Without a response you shuffle over out onto the balcony next to him. He flicked his cigarette, ashes falling over the edge and flitted down to the ground slowly. You weren’t much of a smoker, at least not as much as he was, but you did partake occasionally, especially if he was offering.

“Want one?”

“Nah, I’ll just take a puff of yours.” You shook your head, taking the cigarette between your fingers and wrapped your lips around the end. Alex’s gaze fixed as you inhaled and watched the residual smoke waft around your face. Carefully you handed him back the cigarette as you exhaled, blowing to the side so that you did blow it all over him. Between this and the shot you downed earlier, you were feeling much more relaxed.

…..

When the two of you returned, all of your friends had managed to pair off with each other around your apartment. There were a few in the kitchen, some sitting along the couch, leaving you and Alex to yourselves once again. Was this fate or divine intervention?

The couch already occupied, you chose to just sit along the wall in the back and rather than finding someone else to chat with, Alex chose to follow suit and sit next to you - not that you minded one bit.

“So, working on any new music lately?” You made light conversation, though you were genuinely interested.

“Got a few things in the works. Miles and I wrote somefin’ just the other day actually.” He answered.

“Anything good?” You teased, praying he’d know it was a joke.

“It’s alreyt.” He shook his head, ever amused at your wit. “Wha’ bout yeh? Wha’s new?”

“Nothing overly exciting,” You shrugged, “Just been settling in here, work, the usual. Not all of us get to be fancy rock stars with exciting lives.”

“ ‘S not always as excitin’ as it seems, always bein’ gone. Don’t get meh wrong, I love it, jus’ wish to ‘ave a little normal sometimes.” He revealed and for the first time that night you wished you weren’t here with all these people.

“I bet, probably can’t be easy always, but nothing is.”

The conversation continued well into the night. Occasionally someone would join in the conversation and sit with the two of you before wandering off again. Gradually people would also leave, the crowd and chatter diminishing by the hour. Soon it would be just the two of you again.

At around 1am you peered over at the clock, surprised to see how late it had gotten. It was crazy how fast time flies by when you were occupied with Alex’s presence. By now there were only three people left including yourself. The last person had disappeared into the spare bedroom to grab their coat and said their quick goodbyes, stumbling out of your apartment while grumbling about having to work the next morning, leaving you and Alex officially alone together for good.

“God when did it get so late?” You groaned, looking around at the mess you still needed to clean up.

“ Not that late y/n..” He laughed, recalling nights where it wouldn’t be until 4am before he would return back to the safety of his hotel room while on tour. “How ‘bout another drink?”

You were hesitant, knowing that you probably had enough as it was, but the way his eyes pleaded made it near impossible to say no. You had half a mind to say no though, because you weren’t entirely sure that you would behave yourself given the opportunity. But there he was, standing there with that stupid sly smile and you simply couldn’t turn him away. “Alright, one more.” You sighed, motioning for him to sit on the couch while you went to pour one last round.

There was an anxious tremor that was present as you gripped onto the bottle, pouring two glasses of whiskey neat. Your stomach was in knots, but the kind that were of anticipation rather than being scared of something. Tonight had gone so well, well enough in fact that you wanted to finally share your feelings. “Here goes nothing.” you mumbled under your breath, making your way back to the living room.

When you emerged from the kitchen you found Alex lounging on the couch, seated back comfortably while he scrolled on his phone. He quickly tucked it back into his pocket though when he heard you return, happy to give you his undivided attention. You sat down, handing him the drink, fingertips brushing up against each other as you passed the glass.

You settled yourself alongside him on the couch, nestled carefully, deliberately close. You brought the glass to your lips and took a drink, knowing that it was going to be your final push over into dangerous territory. What drew your attention was the warm contact that brushed against your leg as you settled comfortably.

“I had a really good time tonight.” You mentioned, your tone happy and bright.

“Yeah me too. Been awhile since I got to spend the evenin’ with me friends.”

Friends. The word almost seemed wrong in this context. You seemed to be stuck in this zone of friends and friendlier, and you didn’t know how to get past that barrier. He wasn’t like this with all of his other female friends, and while he had a flirty streak in him, his actions tonight were far beyond flirty. Inhaling deeply, you grabbed your glass again and took a drink as your body stiffened, unsure if you had read all of his signals wrong tonight. The last thing you wanted was to make a fool of yourself.

Alex noticed the subtle change in your demeanor, and while small, he wasn’t quite sure what had happened. He stared at you for a moment, examining your eyes because he knew you all too well. “Wha’s the matter?” He asked cautiously, eyes narrowing while extending his hand out once again only this time it rested higher up on your thigh, gripping with a bruising pressure.

“You know Alex, I just can’t get a read on you. One minute you are being real handsy and cheeky, and the next you call us friends. Which is it? Because I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.” You blurt out, shocked at your own bravery. You stared at him, wide eyed, mouth slightly parted.

When he didn’t say anything right away, you knew you had blew it. Maybe you had thought all of it up in your head after all, and now you sat before him looking like a complete fool. The anxious bubble crept up your throat and in a desperate attempt to quell it, you quickly stood and began to take a few steps away from the couch. “God I’m crazy!” You sighed, rubbing your temple.

“You aren’t crazy.” He murmured, having stood himself and for the third time that night found himself pressed up against your back. Your eyes screwed shut, feeling his hand lift to push away the hair that rested along your cheek to tuck behind your ear. The tip of his finger trailed along the curve of your jaw and down your neck in a hot line, this touch burning and leaving a tingling feeling in its wake.

There was a pause before the warmth of his lips ghosted over the tender skin of your neck, finally planting firmly to press a hot - open mouthed kiss over your pulse point. Deep within your chest, your breath hitched and instinctively you tilted to the side to allow him better access. His other hand had snaked to the curve of your waist, gripping at your flesh to keep you in place. “I’ve thought ‘bout doin’ this since I met yeh.” He hummed lowly, the curve of his lip just barely brushing along the outer shell of your ear.

“Alex..” You breathed out, voice shaking.

With great ease, he spun you around in his embrace, now faces inches away from each other. His chocolate brown eyes were half lidded and glossy as they peered back down at you, something between lust and love lingering in his gaze. In order to steady yourself you placed one hand carefully on the center of his chest as you swayed in front of him, leaning into his touch.

Alex treaded lightly in his new territory. His hands were gentle as they explored around your body, places he’s touched a million times before but this time in a whole new light. One hand landed along the side of your neck and jaw, thumb grazing along the crest of your bottom lip. The other hand hung low on your hip, and as you moved, the tips of his fingers lingered dangerously along the exposed flesh as your shirt rose slightly. With the hand that was along your jaw, he tilted your head upward so that he had the perfect view of your soft features.

He leaned in, closing the gap and locked your lips together, kissing you with enough force to almost knock you off your feet. It was a deep kiss, one that you felt with a stiff ache in the knees and for a moment you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to stand anymore. Your chest pressed up against his, you wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was racing.

Once comfortable and sure that you weren’t dreaming, you began to kiss him back, bunching some of his shirt in your fist. He hummed contently against your chest, the tone vibrating against you. And for the first time ever, the two of you got lost in each other completely, forgetting about the world around you.

“Y/n.” He spoke between kisses, repeating himself until both of you were able to get a grasp on to reality. “y/n.”

“What…” You whispered.

“Should I go?” He asked, not wanting to get too carried away too fast. You dismissed the thought quickly, bringing your lips back to his, only to have him pause again. “Y/n, are yeh sure?”

“Alex I’ve waited two years for this.” you answered firmly, taking a step back so that he would really listen to you. “I’m sure.”

To solidify your statement, you reach out to grab his hand, lacing your fingers amongst his. Your palm felt clammy but your grip was sure and steady. Without another word you turned on the balls of your feet and began to lead him back toward the staircase, and he followed now sure of his position.

About hallway up the stairs he stopped in his tracks, pulling on your grip. Confused, you turn around to look back at him to see what was the matter. Nothing was wrong though, as he leaned in again to kiss you, this time with ….

“ “ave I told yeh how pretteh you are?” He drawled, taking in the sight before him.

When the two of you finally reached your bedroom you pulled him in across the threshold, not bothering to kick the door shut. It was just the two of you anyways. “I can’t believe this is happening.” You divulged, in awe that this scenario you had played in your head millions of times was actually happening this time.

“Well believe it, love.”

The gap closed once more for another kiss, bodies pressed together, fitting so nicely. Your hands wound their way into his hair, his gripping along the bottom of your blouse. He let out a muffled moan as if to ask if he could rid you of the fabric, deeming it unnecessary. A fervent nod allowed him to lift the material up and over your head to reveal a black lace bra that cradled your breasts perfectly.

The heat rose to your cheeks and down your newly exposed chest once his eyes scanned over your form. He shook his head in disbelief that he had someone so beautiful sprawled out before him. He felt incredibly lucky, and he was going to show you just how lucky he felt. The bed dipped as he hovered over you, his knee resting between your thighs, one hand on either side of your head. You stared up at him, lost in thought, noticing the bits of hair that had fallen in front of his forehead.

It wasn’t long before Alex was leaning in again, peppering kisses along your jaw in one languid motion. Lips gilded along delicate flesh carefully, giving full attention to the spots that elicited a soft moan or breathy gasp. He’d smile against you each time a little noise would slip past your lips, fully aware of the blissful state he was putting you in. There was one particular spot, the junction between jaw and neck right under your ear that you particularly enjoyed, and when he suckled at the tender flesh your hands reached out to grab at his shoulders.

You breathed in heavily, inhaling the scent that seemed more intoxicating than the liquor you had downed but an hour earlier. He smelled rich, notes of sandalwood and something along the lines of cinnamon, likely from the whiskey you took, and the remains of the cigarette you had shared. Alex soon found himself lost in the moment as he made his way down your throat, planting a hot kiss to the hollow dip in your neck before moving along to your collarbone. Swiftly, his tongue jutted out to lick a small stripe along the length of the bone before suckling at the skin once again.

Meanwhile one of his hands had crept up along to the curve of your exposed waist, gliding up to caress your ribcage, feeling the speed at which you breathed, speeding up and slowing down with the pace of his ministrations. The thrill of it all was exciting and new, but he wanted to savor this moment for as long as he possibly could - needing to make up for lost time.

“Alex...” You pleaded.

“I know.” He whispered like a vow against your skin, a hushed promise that he would care for you.

As you squirmed underneath his body, he continued at his leisured pace, this time nosing at your sternum. He loved to take his time, building anticipation as he worked you over lovingly. Occasionally his hand would slip along your thigh, kneading the muscle and grabbing, inching ever higher until his fingers lingered around the waistband of your jeans. Pausing to peer up at you through thick eyelashes, he waited for a green light.

Your nod wasn’t enough, he wanted to hear your voice, strained and needy, breaking as you begged for him.

“Are yeh sure?” He asked, his voice husky yet sure as he looked for any hint of hesitation on your face.

“Please..” The single word dripped from your mouth like honey, thick and golden, desperate and ready, and it was more than enough to reassure him that you were ready.

His fingers made quick work of the button of your jeans before starting to pull the fabric down your legs. To help, you lifted your hips to allow the fabric to slide down your thighs, revealing more expansive flesh for him to grab and admire. A low groan echoed in his chest as he looked you over, pulling back so that he could pull the fabric all the way off and discard to the floor. “Look at yeh.” He breathed out.

Your giggle echoed through the room when he wrapped a hand around your ankle, bringing his lips to the inside and made his way in a line of kisses all the way up to the inside of your thigh. You watched intently, finding it increasingly hard to remain still as he worked his way closer and closer to where you craved his touch. He stopped a few inches away from your hip to move back to your tummy, kissing the flesh just above the hem of your underwear.

A curved knuckle brushed down along your clothed core with just enough pressure to cause you to jump at the friction. He noted how wet the fabric was as his finger stroked back up and down, only fueling his desire to make you feel good. “All this for meh?”

You nodded fervently, wiggling your hips to try and get the slightest bit of pressure to satiate the burning feeling growing between your legs. “Yes all for you Alex. Only you.”

Leaning down once again, he slipped two fingers inside the fabric of your underwear and pressed them against your core. You let a breathy gasp slip, your hips adjusting to the new friction. “Relax for meh, princess.” He spoke in a low tone, staring up at you from between your legs.

It seemed a near impossible task, ‘relaxing’, when Alex was happily making a home nestled between your thighs. This was something you had played over and over, thinking about, dreaming about, not that you’d ever thought it would become a reality. You blinked up at the ceiling, half dazed the other half of you on edge from the way his fingers would brush over you with just enough pressure to electrify your skin.

You craved more. More pressure, more touching, more friction, more of him. “Al…” You whined, words drawn out long as you fought the urge to scoot your hips down against his hand. He noticed the small twitches, the slight tilt of your hips and retracted his hand away from your core, leaving you a whining mess. “Now, now… wha’ did I say?” He tutted, hand lightly tapping around the outside of your thigh twice.

“Relax.” You huffed in response, making it a point to take a deep breath in and out, willing your muscles to relax a bit. As you did this, his fingers curled around the fabric of your underwear, dragging the fabric down your legs and dropping them on the floor, leaving you open and exposed.

“Good girl.” His head dipped down, first pressing a light kiss to the divet where your hip met your tummy, then moving to hover over your core. His tongue licks languidly over your entrance, lapping over you. The warmth his mouth provided, along with the newfound pressure had your hands clutching at the sheets desperately.

This went on, the back and forth of tongues and fingers until you started to squirm more underneath him, wiggling around on the sheets as your muscles began to tremble and quake. The pit of your stomach burned and fluttered at the same time, tensing with each stroke against your clit.

“I,” You panted, chest rising up and down quickly, “Alex I’m close…” You tried to focus your breathing. Your whole body felt warm, a warmth that radiated from deep within you.

“Go on then, let go for meh.” He continued to rub his thumb in tight circles while his two fingers pumped in and out of you, curling and pushing to try and coax you over the edge.

A tight feeling deep in your stomach finally gave way, like a dam had finally let loose and the floodgates were the shockwave of your orgasm. You felt like you were floating through the air, warmth spreading through your veins as you rode out the euphoria. The edges of your vision blurred until your eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He continued to place a steady pressure against you, helping you through the height of it and safely back down into the present moment.

“Good girl.” He marveled, almost at a loss for words at how perfect it all was.

Your mind grew less fuzzy, but your body was still charged with an electric buzz. His hand connected with your thigh again, rubbing gentle lines up and down as you grew more aware of your surroundings, a sappy smile beaming up at Alex.

“Wow.” You said, rolling over slightly to face him better. You bit on the inside of your cheek as you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyeing his belt before reaching out to tug on it. He made no effort to stop you, watching as you began to undo his pants as he had done for you before, standing so that he could step out of them.

Adjusting yourself, there was a deep burning in the muscle of your inner thighs as you positioned yourself to sit along the edge of the bed. You brought your lips to his abdomen, kissing along the crease of his hip. “Are you going to fuck me?” You asked, feigning an innocent glint in your eyes as you looked up at him.

Tenderly his hand came to smoothing back the hair that had fallen in front of your face, revealing rosy cheeks and a longing look. He stopped only to cradle the back of your head, looking down at you with a loving gaze. “Only if tha’s wha yeh want.”

“I want nothing more.” You blinked up at him, leaning in to press your own lips to his hip.

(to be continued)

Author’s note: LORD this got long... thus the need to put it in two parts... Make yall wait for more smut muahahah! I kinda feel like this jumped around a lot, so I”M SORRY! BUt please enjoy my loves. I know I did.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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hi!! first of all, congrats on 2k!! that's super amazing & you totally deserve it!! also, for the 2k followers blurb event, could you maybe write an allison x lydia x reader platonic-best-friends-type-thing? if not that's totally okay. congrats again!! :)

thankyou sm hun!!!! This is the first blurb that I’ve gotten and I’m so excited, here ya go hun, please enjoy xxxx

Car Ride

Pairings | bestfriend!Lydia x reader, bestfriend!Allisonxreader, bestfriend!Lydia x Allison

Warnings | mentions of sex, mentions of allison x scott breakup, mentions of death, tiny smudge of angst

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

Seated in the back of Lydia’s Toyota, you fiddled with your phone, as Allison took shotgun, and the owner of the car herself was behind the wheel, gripping it firmly with her manicured hands. Her fingertips tapped against the wheel, as she waited at the stoplight.

“Are you sure that I can’t like, I don’t know, jump out of this car, and avoid this triple date that has the possibility of turning into a teenage orgy, and like hang out with Isaac or something? He told me he has this new trick in lacrosse and I want to watch.”

Lydia tutted at you from the front, shaking her strawberry blonde head at your naivety. “Honey, he is not wanting to show you his lacrosse skills. I’d be worried if the moves he was hinting at happened on that field, more so if the rest of the team were around. Now that would be an orgy.”

“Ew.” Allison laughed. It felt strange, a good strange, to have the hunter back after summer break. After her mother died, she had left, breaking up with Scott, which now gave Lydia the perfect opportunity to set the brunette up with a random guy from school. Of course, she had to drag you into it too though. “No orgies thank you.” She wrinkled her nose adorably, making you lightly laugh at her.

“Isaac was not hitting on me Lyds, everyone like him has a thing for Erica, or had. I don’t know where she is now, but I’m sure she has a whole flock of werewolves chasing her blonde tail.” Crossing your arms, you allowed your cellular device to drop on your lap, as you leant back in the seat.

“Pack.” Lydia corrected you, making the girl in the seat beside her quirk a brow at her correction. “A mass of werewolves is called a pack. I even read that sometimes, werewolves try to be discreet to their flirting, other times, in Isaac’s case, not so much.”

“Well that wasn’t a page from the library.” You rolled your eyes at her, turning your face to glance out the window, fumbling back as you saw a sight that made you jump. Stiles was waving, unexpectedly in your sights as you gulped, trying to ignore him.

“Hey.” A yell hollered out of the Jeep’s window, as he began to bark profusely towards the three of you. Scott tried to calm him down, but instead, Lydia put her foot on the gas, avoiding them simply by driving off.

“Back to topic, I don’t need a damned book to tell me what’s obvious. Like it’s blatantly obvious that neither one of you want to go on this date, but me, being the good friend that I am, are forcing the pair of you to venture out of your comfort zones.”

“Good and forcing don’t really work that well in a sentence.” You bit politely back, watching as she huffed back at you, sending you a sly wink through the rear view mirror.

“Technically it was a reflection of how, in the past, have made me fight a werewolf, and my ex who ended up being a snake, literally.” She shrugged, pouting as Allison changed the station on the radio.

The road grew dark, the only thing briefly illuminating the road being the head lights of the car. There was a feeling of dread churning in your stomach, as your eyes nervously flickered back and forth ahead. You weren’t sure why but- holy cow.

No, that was the wrong noun. Holy deer! It’s antlers splintered through the wind screen, evoking shrill noises out of each of you, and hurriedly, you escaped the confines of the car. “Are you alright?” Scott and Stiles appeared, revealing that they had been purposely travelling down the same road as you all.

But that didn’t matter, not as you were revelled in shock. Not just by the occurrence, but by the deluding sense of feeling prior. Things were overall weird, and.. supernatural, how did you know that you weren’t the same?

“It just came out of nowhere- I.” Allison stumbled over her words to Scott. And stiles was practically all over Lydia, gushing about her safety, leaving you to hold your arms to enclose yourself in some kind of contact.

A small smile made its way onto your face as you watched Lydia lightly shove Stiles away, and walked towards you, embracing you. Soon Allison joined, calming and soothing your nerves, as you half clung to them.

“I guess we’re not going to be going on that date?” You asked hopefully, amusing the pair of them as Lydia brushed your hair back, relaxing you. Allison removed her jacket, hanging it over your arms, watching contently as you held it tighter around yourself.

Without them, your life would be ordinary... maybe. Without them, you’d have no safe guard nor feeling of acceptance. The dead deer laid upon the hood of Toyota, you could practice feel it staring holes into you, despite its eyes being directed away from you.

“I’m gonna have to call a tow.” Lydia annoyedly mumbled against your head, bringing her phone out, the screen lighting up to reveal nothing more than a picture of you three. You were wrapped in each other’s arms, grand smiles upon all your faces, taken before the summer.

During the holiday, it was clear something had been missing, and here she was, beside you. You tugged the brunette closer, not missing how she tried to secretly glance at her ex, not that you minded. There was history there, but there was to one day be history with you three two, and a future, if you all remained alive...

But for now, this moment would last, forever in your mind. It would be one thing that got you through everything else that had yet to come, even if you were freezing cold, with your legs shaking from wearing that dress that Lydia had persuaded her into.

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booksofkingdomsandcourts · 3 years

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Nessian Modern AU: Proposal

A “sequel” to the drabble here that I posted for Nessian Week. As always, what started as a drabble spawned a full-length oneshot. Anyway, writing Nessian was a joy and I look forward to writing more for them in the future. Enjoy!

Warning: Gets a little NSFW near the end because, you know. Them.

Cassian could feel the little velvet box burning a hole in his suit jacket pocket. Were his hands shaking? He was sure they were shaking. Oh god, what if he dropped it? It probably wouldn’t go anywhere, they were pretty far from the edge of the balcony, but it would certainly be embarrassing.

His smart watch buzzed and he looked down at it to see a text from Azriel that said Dude, you’re practically sweating through your suit. Chill the fuck out. Cassian looked up and glared over the table at him. Azriel made a little “calm down” motion with his hands, and Cassian was so wired that if they’d been sitting closer he would have decked him. Luckily, Nesta was engrossed in a conversation with Emerie and Mor and wasn’t paying attention. The way everyone kept glancing at Cassian he was sure that she would have noticed something was going on by now, but she seemed unaware.

Of course, the party was already all about her, she just hadn’t seemed to realize that they were (hopefully) going to be celebrating more than one thing. When she had gotten accepted into law school Cassian had promised her a celebration for the ages, knowing it could double as the perfect chance to pop the question. He had tried to keep it on the down-low, but his brothers had seen right through him. As soon as he had said, “So I’m thinking about planning a trip to Vegas to celebrate Nesta getting into law school. I just want to do something really special for her, you know?” they had turned to him with matching grins and said,

“Oh yeah? Just a casual trip to one of the most spectacular cities in the country?”

“Any special shopping you need to do first?”

Cassian had swung at them while they dodged and laughed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want them to know, it was just that he worried that someone would let something slip to Nesta and ruin the surprise. But then he realized there was no keeping everyone from knowing, because he had to ask Feyre and Elain for their blessing (they gave it readily, with squeals and big hugs), and then he had to ask Emerie and Gwyn to help him find out about rings. Now he sat with what he hoped was the perfect ring in his pocket, showy but classy, with two black diamonds set on either side of a shining two carat white diamond. Shiny and noticeable but…tastefully so, he hoped. That was what Emerie and Gwyn had reported, and really, he should have guessed that, because Nesta liked to be noticed, but only in a way where she was respected, or at least revered.

Now they sat on a private balcony for a dinner service Rhys had helped Cassian book overlooking the Vegas strip, lights and fountains glittering around them, the noise of the strip a pleasant background hum. They had all the usual suspects—Azriel, Rhys and Feyre, Mor and Amren and Varian, Elain and Lucien, and of course, Gwyn and Emerie. Everyone Cassian thought Nesta would want to be here, and the usual plus ones that had to be invited either way. He knew Nesta wouldn’t want a true Jumbotron-style public proposal, but surely this was okay, right? Just their friends? He didn’t think she’d want no one to see it, and yet—

“Hey,” she said, putting her hand on his knee. He started, almost jumping out of his skin. She laughed. “What, did I startle you, sitting here exactly where I’ve been the whole time? Where are those judo reflexes now?”

They all had a nice buzz going, though they were refraining from getting really messy until after dinner. Nesta was maybe the most openly happy Cassian had ever seen her, smiling and laughing and shining in a way that he had never seen before. He knew she was really proud to finally be going to law school after all this time. He could only hope that after this dinner her good mood would be doubled, not dampened.

“Anyway,” Nesta continued, scooting her chair closer to his and sliding her hand dangerously up his thigh. “Could I steal you for a minute after dessert?”

She looked fucking stunning tonight. Not that she didn’t always, but in that little black dress with her perfect tits tastefully on display, her lithe legs in those heels, and her hair swept up and away from her neck, Cassian might have asked to marry her even if she wasn’t his girlfriend. The only thing keeping his libido in check were his nerves, and if she said yes, it wasn’t going to be much of a competition between the two anymore. But until then….

Cassian put his arm around her shoulders, trying to act natural. “I think we’re going to have cocktails then head out and hit the Strip again.”

Nesta raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes. So it’ll be a while before we’re back in our room for the night. I was thinking we could just take a minute.” She moved her fingers on his leg again and with her other hand tilted his head to hers for a kiss. “You look so fucking good in that suit baby,” she whispered against his mouth.

God, he couldn’t wait to marry her. He lost himself for a second, drinking in the feeling of her lips on his, her warm hand against his thigh. She had to say yes. She had to, or Cassian wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

“Get a room!” Lucien called from the other side of the balcony. Cassian heard Elain chide him.

Nesta pulled away and whipped back, “You are here on courtesy invite only, asshole.”

“Nesta!” Elain complained.

If there was anything that would put a damper on Cassian’s marriage plans it was that if he married Nesta and Lucien married Elain, he’d be stuck with the little shithead for the rest of his life. Then Cassian looked at Nesta, already laughing with Emerie again, her hand still resting on his leg, and knew that he couldn’t even pretend. Nothing could cause him to hesitate.

That had to include his nerves. Now that they were finishing with dessert, the servers would be waiting for his speech before bringing out the cocktails and champagne. If he waited too much longer, Nesta would begin to wonder what the holdup was. Fuck his nerves. The last thing he was going to let keep him from marrying Nesta was himself.

So Cassian stood, taking Nesta’s hand and standing her up. Her face brightened, and she gave him a look through her eyelashes. Then it turned to confusion as he started leading her out onto the balcony, in front of everyone.

“Um, I was thinking we’d go inside,” she whispered to him, but he could hear the question in her playful tone. What the hell are you doing?

What he came here to do.

“Everyone?” he said, just loud enough to beat the ambient noise of Vegas below them. They all turned to him from their scattered little tables, and he hoped Nesta wouldn’t read into the eagerness on their faces. Here it was: the main event.

He didn’t let go of Nesta’s hand as he continued, “I want to thank you all so much for coming this weekend to celebrate the most incredible woman any of us have ever been blessed to have in their presence, soon to be the best attorney this nation has ever seen.”

Everyone clapped as Nesta rolled her eyes and said, “Cassian, stop.” But she was smiling.

He didn’t stop, but instead continued, “It has been such an honor to get to be the one by her side through all she has accomplished these past few years. ‘Now Cassian,’ you might be thinking, ‘surely some of that can be attributed to her incredible fitness coach.’ And you would be right,” he said, and as everyone laughed good-naturedly, he heard Nesta mutter, “Nevermind I fucking hate you.” He wasn’t facing her, but he could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

“But in all seriousness, Nesta is the most amazing woman I have ever met. If you all could see her behind the scenes, how hard she works, how much she cares about her family and her friends,” Cassian paused to take Nesta’s other hand, turning her to face him. There were a hundred specific little things he could list, but knowing how easily she was embarrassed, he would leave it at that until they were alone. “I think you’d be pretty in love with her too.”

There were a couple of “aw”s from the crowd, and Cassian was pretty sure Lucien’s was genuine. Nesta was blushing, but Cassian was glad to see she was still smiling. “Cassian, how drunk are you?" she laughed.

“Just enough to fight my nerves,” he replied honestly.

Her smile froze, and a crease appeared between her eyebrows. “What are you nervous about?”

He gave her a grin that he was sure looked nervous as hell. “Would you be mad if I told you I might have had an additional motive for planning this trip?”

He watched as her face changed, putting the clues together just as Cassian sank down onto one knee. She pulled her hands out of his, putting them both over her mouth as Cassian fished the little box out of the inside of his jacket and popped it open. He looked up into her eyes, wide as saucers now, and said, “Nesta Archeron. You are the strongest, sexiest, most capable, most remarkable woman I have ever been fortunate enough to cross the path of. I love everything about you, and I love everything about us. Marry me, Ness. I think we both know this is forever—let’s make it official.”

She made a slight keening sound. Her face had turned very red, and Cassian could see that she was trembling. But at his question she started nodding frantically, and she choked out a, “Yes. Yes, yes.”

Their little audience erupted into cheers as Cassian slid the ring onto her finger and stood. Before he could even kiss her, she pulled herself against him with crushing force, burying her face in his shoulder. He could feel her shuddering as she pulled in big, heaving breaths. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. Then, after a moment without her breaths settling, Cassian said, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yes,” Nesta said, pulling away just enough to talk. Her face was red and streaked with heavy tears. Her breaths were still labored, and Cassian suddenly realized she was genuinely hyperventilating. “Yes, I just, oh god, I can’t—” The words came out choppy as she tried to catch her breath, still crying. She buried herself back in his chest and he realized she was trying to hide her hysterics.

“Okay, okay,” Cassian said quietly, hoping to calm her down before she made herself light headed and passed out. “Let’s step inside, okay? Are you okay to move?”

She nodded, gasping. He gently put his hand on her waist and guided her past the tables. The rest of the party watched with concern, but he mouthed we’ll be right back as he led Nesta inside.

The space inside was mostly just a hall to the balcony, so Cassian pulled Nesta aside to the little alcove by the bathrooms so they would be hidden from the big glass windows. As soon as they were out of sight he pulled her back close to him.

“Just tell me this is happy crying,” he said.

“It is,” Nesta said thickly with a choked laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, slowly stroking his fingers down her back to calm her. “If I had known this would be your reaction, I would have planned something private for you.”

“No! It was perfect,” she said. “Everything was perfect. I—I didn’t know I’d react like this.” She was still sniffling. “I’ve never really imagined my own engagement. I—I never thought I’d love someone this much. That someone would love me this much.”

“I love you that much and more,” Cassian said, meaning it with everything he had. “I would marry you tonight if you wanted. We’re in Vegas—pick any venue and we can make it official.”

She laughed. Her throat still sounded thick but her breathing had returned to normal. “Oh no. We’re having the most grandiose wedding anyone has ever seen. If I’m getting married, everyone is going to know. And I want a ten thousand dollar dress.”

“Deal,” Cassian said without hesitation. Nesta’s heels already brought her much closer to Cassian’s face than usual, but she still had to press herself up an extra inch on her toes to kiss him. Cassian leaned down obligingly, and now feeling the warmth of her body, the cold press of her ring against his jaw as she cupped his face, sent heat settling at the front of his pelvis.

“Now what would you say if I told you to drop your panties,” he growled against her mouth.

She smirked. “I’d say I would.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and tipped her head to whisper in his ear, “But I’d have to be wearing some.”

Cassian groaned, sliding his hands up under the hem of her dress and indeed finding only bare skin. “Fuck, Ness.”

“I was hoping you’d get handsy and find out during dinner,” she said. “But you had other things on your mind, apparently.”

“From now on I promise to always put my hands up your skirt at dinner to check if you’re commando,” Cassian said.

“At every dinner,” Nesta said, kissing him again. “For the rest of our lives. That better be in your wedding vows.”

“For the rest of our lives,” he repeated.

“For the rest of our lives,” she echoed again. Then she kissed him again, passionately, slipping her tongue over his lips.

He pulled his hands out from her dress and opened the door to the bathroom beside them. “Get in,” he commanded, voice a tight snarl. Nesta took her time, sending him a sultry look through ruined makeup as she swayed her hips and made her way into the single-person room. Cassian followed, locking the door. She stayed with her back to him, watching in the mirror as he slid his suit jacket off and hung it on the hook on the door. She licked her bottom lip as he rolled his sleeves up just a little, to try and make sure he wouldn’t soil them. He met her eyes in the mirror, and he read her intention in the look on her face. She leaned forward and braced herself on the sink.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, undoing his belt and unfastening his pants to slide them down just over his rapidly hardening cock. He shoved the hem of her dress up to expose her bare ass and said, “Better make sure you’ve got a good grip on that sink, sweetheart. You’re going to need it.”

*~*~*

Cassian made his way back out onto the balcony, put back together on the outside but with his head still swimming with the look on Nesta’s face in the mirror as she finished around him. Evidently someone had made the wise call to start cocktail hour without waiting for them, and the laughter he heard around him sounded a lot louder and messier than it had when he’d left. Gwyn and Emerie quickly departed for inside, makeup bags in hand, to help clean Nesta up for the rest of the night. Cassian was swarmed with congratulations, and he ordered a scotch on the rocks to keep him busy while he waited for his fiancée to reemerge.

When Nesta reentered the party she was almost knocked to the ground by her sisters, and she begged them not to make her cry again. Rhys motioned to a server who brought out a bottle of champagne Rhysand had specially reserved for Nesta and Cassian (Cassian didn’t even want to know how much it cost), and Nesta popped the cork to raucous applause. Elain slapped them both with Just Engaged! sashes to wear for the rest of the night, and through it all, there was never a moment that Nesta and Cassian didn’t have some form of physical contact, be it holding hands or hips against each other or an arm around the shoulder. Cassian caught the way Nesta kept looking at her ring, tilting her hand to make it glitter in the lights. Then she would look at him, and she would smile, and as they headed out the Strip to celebrate, Cassian felt happier than he ever had in his entire life.

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