#IT MUST BE ILLEGAL TO BE THAT FUCKING GORGEOUS AMAZING BEAUTIFUL

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#the man that you are david tennant #IT MUST BE ILLEGAL TO BE THAT FUCKING GORGEOUS AMAZING BEAUTIFUL #thank you God for this moment #david tennant #baftas 2024

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ANON THIS WAS SO FUN.  Oh my gosh thank you so much for requesting this 😭

bites like bittersweet | reader x minho | 

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho 

Genre: that good good smut 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, switch!minho, switch!reader, mentions of food, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex (stay safe!), degredation, pet names, dirty talk, accidental exhibitionism 

Word count: 2.4k

“are you kidding me? I can’t believe that you actually spent money on this!! aren’t you just a tiny bit embarrassed?” 

“what? I thought that it would be fun to try!” 

“if this is your way of seducing me, I hate to tell you, but it isn’t going to work.” 

minho threw the chocolate bars back down on the coffee table. he was right;  they looked fake and you knew it. the giant logo on the front stared up at you and your skeptical friend. it was an obscenely large kiss mark with different icons of couples fucking for each flavor. you really should have had better judgement. right in front of you was $36 dollars that you would never be getting back. 

“and you had to get all the flavors?” 

your defeated arms rang themselves above your head. “what?? I wasn’t going to pass up mint, salted caramel and...what’s this called...yeah, cherri amore!” 

“and why is it again that you’re asking me to try these--” minho snatched up the flavor Salted Caramelicious in Milk Chocolate to read the label.  “--proven aphrodisiac and libido boosters?” 

“I dunno!! you were the only one around I guess...?” 

minho flicked up one of his eyebrows in his suspicion. “really? that’s why? I don’t believe you. you’re trying to get in my pants aren’t you?!” 

“no! Why the hell would I want to get in your pants?” 

“hmmm...dare I bring up the locker room incident from a couple summers ago?” sly as ever, minho punched your arm lightly. “i bet that you’ve been dreaming about it ever since then.” 

“-have not!! you’re ridiculous.” you gifted him a punch back, but this one wasn’t nearly as joking. 

minho rubbed at his arm with a dramatic little “ow” on his lips. 

“I’m bored, you don’t have anything else to do, it’s probably a scam and I don’t feel like wasting my $36.” 

for a moment, minho pondered in silence as you dished him out your best puppy-dog eyes. in all your years of friendship, there was nothing that did him in better than the way you could make your eyes glisten. “that should be illegal” he would gripe. 

“Pleeeese?? ~I know that you like mint chocolate~” you waved the bar gratuitously in front of his nose. 

“fine.” he clawed it from your grasp. “i’m sure that it’s gonna be shitty chocolate anyway.” minho’s fingers hastily tore at the little foil edges and wrappings then cracked it in his hand. 

you teased him, “should I get us some wine to go with this chocolate?” 

minho scoffed and popped a couple chunks in his mouth. “fuck, this is so waxy. I hate you for this.” 

~💋~ 

to your right, your wall clock ticked on as late as it was into the night. you hadn’t expected yourself to get so sleepy, but you and minho had made up the couch into your usual mess of pillows and blankets that would often accompany movie nights. after a while, the two of you had decided to just let netflix autoplay each episode, not really caring that you weren’t quite watching anymore. 

“--you feeling anything?” you asked minho for the hundredth time. 

“...no; its same answer from the last fifty times that you asked me. like I said, it’s a scam. you were swindled. just admit it.” 

“...I don’t think I’m feeling anything either.” 

“we ate the shitty chocolate, and that was that.” minho huffed. “god, you owe me big time.” 

“isn’t it supposed to take a second to kick in...? isn’t that how these things work?” 

“hell if I know.” 

your friend sighed out the same unimpressed sigh he had been repeating for the last 45 minutes or so. he sat up a little straighter upon his realization. 

“wait...so you’re saying that you want me to get turned on???” 

“ah-no!!! don’t misunderstand!! it’s not that I want you to get turned on, i just want to know if it’s a scam or not. you know...for science?” 

“for science? since when was science a part of all this?” 

“i-it always was!” 

“let’s just...finish watching this episode or two and then you’re leaving, got it?

you nodded, “got it!” 

around your shoulder, minho snaked his arm to rest it gently, leaning you into him just a little. this place had always been your favorite spot. nuzzled into him like this, you could nearly hear his heartbeat in his chest. with the tv droning and the muffled “boom-boom” of his heart, you were drawn to sleep with ease, however, as you drifted, there was something different about the pace in which his heart would usually beat close to you. 

~💋~

at first, you were woken by the sound of explosions. in the time that minho had promised, “this episode or two,” netflix had already made it’s way to playing a movie. strangely enough, minho hadn’t bothered changing it; it was his least favorite kind: the kind with car chases and missiles and the end of the world. 

secondly, you were awoken by his voice, urgent and shallow. 

“hey. hey. get up. y/n, get your heavy-ass head off me.” 

“wha-what is it? what time is it? what is this?” you rubbed your blurry vision away with your palms. 

“I...” minho choked down a thick gulp. “I-I think that I’m feeling...something...” 

“what?!” your head snapped to look him in his terrified widened eyes. normally he would make fun of the rat’s nest on your head, but this time, his eyes remained unmoving. 

mortified, minho uttered out again, “I feel...something...” 

“something what? spit it out!!” 

“don’t you dare look but...oh god...” your friend choked in an inhale. 

he didn’t need to finish his sentence before your eyes had drifted down to where the spiderman themed blanket covered his lap. sure enough, he tented the fabric in the most obvious way. 

“shit-this is so embarrassing.” minho steadied his breaths then winced “it kinda...hurts.” 

this time, your eyes widened. “hurts?” 

“yeah it does, okay???? don’t fucking rub it in.” 

you found yourself getting defensive, “well what the hell do we do now???” 

“I don’t know!!!” minho yelled into the dark room incredulously. 

“can’t you just...I don’t know...jerk it away??? ” 

“right here???” 

“NO like in the bathroom or something I mean!!!” 

“greaaat, you broke my dick!! and you’re being of no help at all!” 

“well what would you have be do then huh? suck it off for ya right here and now?? would that be sooooo helpful to you??”

in your frustration, you tore spiderman off of his lap, then there it was: in its full glory. 

yes, the locker room incident had lingered on your mind from time to time but.. you certainly didn’t remember it looking like that. 

in your whole life, you never would have guessed that the thought, “thank-you-god for-blessing-us-with-the-invention of-grey-sweatpants” would grace your stream of consciousness but...here you were. 

“m-minho...I-I think that it’s effecting me too.” your eyes ogled his member: lusciously thick and long, practically fighting the pants that kept it in. it bulged in his pants gorgeously and he had even wet himself a little from his leaking pre-cum.

“Huh!?” 

“wow.” you marveled. 

you really don’t know why you had done it, but suddenly the entire room felt much hotter, and taking off your shirt made much more sense so, you did.

“what the hell are you doing?!” minho attempted to pull up a blanket to cover your chest. 

“does it really hurt?” something must have possessed you: your voice had dropped several octaves and you felt yourself breathing out the words with air. 

as soon as he had heard your voice change, it was like he was enchanted. “A-a little. ‘feels really...trapped.” minho ate up the way that your eyes raked over his hard-on. 

“oooh does it?” you used your index and ring finger to walk your hand over to his thigh where you then grabbed at him in starving handfuls. his muscles felt so beautiful in your hands. 

minho whimpered out the whiniest, most desperate little sound that he could manage as his closed eyelids fluttered. there was no way in this world that you could ever imagine him making such a noise, especially from your touch. 

yeah, you might have dreamt about it a couple times or more. 

your hand tranced the outline of his dick on his pants. 

“oh-shit--” minho keened under your touch, jerking his body viciously. 

“god, you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re hard.” the words left your lips unapologetically and by seeing the way that minho practically melted from the compliment, you felt your whole body swell with that same aching pain. 

“--tou-touch--” 

your hand gave minho’s cock one good hard squeeze and he grunted out so loudly that you were fearful it could have been heard from the next apartment over. shaky breaths trembled from his lips and he rutted into your hand. 

“‘hurts so, so bad.” 

you almost missed it, but single tears fell from both of his eyes. 

“what do you want me to do about it?” 

exasperated, minho threw his head into the crook of your neck, panting, “an-anything. but--I-want your mouth. please...” 

“of course.” you cooed, then snuck your hand under the elastic of his pants, getting another squeeze in. his eyes had glared at your lips long enough, so you decided to grant them their wish. you practically threw your whole weight into him, knocking both of your balances away as you rushed your lips into his. both of your mouths were hot and insatiable: your sloppy kisses were an utter mess: and you had never used so much tongue before in your life. wet kissing sounds filled the space between you both and tangled up with your shameless moans. 

in your own pants, the situation wasn’t much different, but your desire to utterly destroy your needy friend was overwhelming and you could ignore it for a couple seconds more. 

minho rose his hips for you pull his briefs and pants off, then sat back down to display his cock, red, veiny and dripping. your mouth salivated just thinking about how amazing it would feel in your mouth. 

your friend didn’t give you much time to think before he had pulled your head nearer to him, then tapped his tip on your lips. 

“shouldn’t I tease you first? whatever happened to foreplay?” you licked his length up and down. 

“just--I don't care about that, I’m ready now,--fucking--please, please, I’m begging you to take me in your mouth. 

“~ahhhh~ you’re so cute when you beg.” 

minho’s full length was nearly too much for you to handle, but regardless, you swallowed him down using every ounce of your skill. the way that he moaned for you sounded so pathetic and needy, but he only pushed your head down farther. 

“my little cockslut” minho gasped, “taking me in so good with that pretty mouth of yours...you’re so amazing, it’s so...mmph...just like...I always dreamed it would be...” 

he threw his head back to guffaw at himself. “I can’t believe that this is happening.”

“quit talking and let me hear more of those pretty moans of yours.” you demanded of him, switching to jerk him up and down with your hand. your own saliva coated each and every one of your fingers.  

“gonna...make me cum!” minho’s fingers dug into the edge of the sofa. “can-can I?” 

“no.” you answered with a devilish smile. “you’re not gonna let me have any fun?” 

“sorry, sorry...what do you want from me now?” 

you continued jerking him once you had crept your lips up his body, kissing up his chest and stomach. your thumb played with his slit, eliciting even more pre-cum to come dripping out of his adorable tip. you reached his mouth where you let him get a taste. 

just as before, the sofa started feeling too stuffy and warm for you, so your frazzled brain searched the room for the next best place, and there really was only one other. 

“come with me,” you circled minho in your arms, pulling you both down to carpeted floor, taking a couple blankets with you as they tied in your limbs. “fuck me into the ground minho.” 

a fire lit behind minho’s soft brown eyes that you had never seen, and soon he had ridded you of all of your own clothes. 

“oh kitten, there's nothing that I would love to do to you more.” 

for mere moments, yours and minho’s bodies lingered, pressed flush against each other as both of your hips grinded together seeking some kind of relief and your mouths searched for hungry answers. 

“be a good boy for me minho,” you whispered into him, “fuck me so hard I’m dizzy, hmm?” 

“if you insist...” minho buried his head into your neck to bite into the skin, no doubt leaving marks for you later. 

everything reached a certain symphonic climax once he guided himself into your entrance which was nearly twitching to be filled by him. his length and girth stretched you out perfectly, and soon you knew it wouldn’t take too much for him to show you all the stars in the galaxy behind your eyelids. 

he thrust into you with feral sounding grunts, and your back burned a little against the carpet under you. 

“don’t-don’t stop...mmm--” 

body ablaze, the beginnings of your orgasm start to build in your core, begging for more and more. deep inside you, minho grazed your euphoric spot and you moaned out his name with reckless abandon. 

“say it louder for me baby.” your friend would greedily command, adoring the way that his name would bounce off the walls. 

“I’m close, god, minho--” 

ding-ding-ding! 

had you not been cumming with a searing white heat with minho jerking himself wildly over your stomach, you would have seen chan open the door, pretending to sneak his way in. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” chan threw his arms over his eyes. “...AND IN THE OPEN LIVING ROOM???” 

“ch-chan?” minho threw the blankets over both of your gasping bodies, still recovering from your orgasms of seconds ago. 

“ I...oh my god.” chan shielded his eyes the whole walk to his room. 

“I’m sorry!!” Minho called after him, eyes then falling to his white painting on your stomach. “hmm. that looks kinda nice.” 

~💋~

later, when you would be cleaning up, chan would discover your litter of half eaten bars of chocolate, then would turn them over to laugh in your face: 

“uhhhh guys...you know that those are a placebo right?” 

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[eleanorbloom]

Moonlight: Part One.

Disclaimer: Open Heart and most of the characters are owned by Pixelberry. Matilde is a creation of mine.

Book/Pairing: Open Heart / Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Matilde Luna)

Word Count: 1.9k Warnings/Rating: Few curse words/Teen.

Author's Note: I must confess I'm scared AF of sharing this with you. First POV is a challenge. Matilde has a whole different personality compared to Eleanor. And with her I'll share some of my deepest struggles and insecurities. That's why it took me so many months to finally realease this story to the world. Anyway, hope you enjoy it ❤

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Part One. Encounter with the Sun.

When you spend so much time in the darkness, it's inevitable to feel blinded by the light.

It’s dazzling.

You don’t see anything at first, your eyes hurt. They burn.

Then, when you’re able to detect the things around you, you feel good, even amazed by the new perspective, the colors, the depths, the lengths, the shining. The new world before you.

After a while, however, you feel overwhelmed by it. By the spotlight that gives you. How observed and judged you feel and how out of place you realize you are.

So you miss your old friend, the darkness. The intimacy of it. How it covers your flaws, your fears, your insecurities, your lackings. Your secrets. The secrets you don’t even know you’re keeping.

When you're invisible it's just you and your deepest thoughts and desires. No exposition, no need to cover your flaws, or make an effort to fit in.

You're safe from the constant awkwardness for feeling different.

That’s what happened to me when I met Bryce Lahela. His light dazzled me. It made me see the world bright, as I'd never seen it before.

But soon I realized it wasn’t for me. I belong to the darkness, and there’s not so much a person from the darkness can do with a person with so much light like him.

Or that's what I thought.

It was my first day of Residency when I met him, walking hurriedly to the locker room, covered in blood and lost in my thoughts. Orientation with the new interns was about to start in five minutes, so I couldn’t show up with my scrubs stained with blood from the Thoracotomy I just had done.

I was so deep in my thoughts and worries that I didn’t realize there was someone around the corner of the lockers until I bumped directly into him, my face almost burying on his toned, bare chest if it wasn’t because he had quicker reflexes than me.

“Woah there,” he said, surprised, and then his firm hands grabbed me by the arms.

“Sh…” I stopped instantly, reminding myself I was in my workplace, so I couldn’t be cursing as I pleased, much less in front of a person I hadn't met before.

“Damn, I’m…” I tried to say instead, but as I looked up, my words choked in my throat.

Damn indeed.

A pair of brown eyes looked at me curiously but warmly. But damn, damn, damn. He was handsome, so handsome it seemed like a hallucination.

Fuck, people can be this handsome in real life? I thought, as I was taking in the sight of him: dashing broad smile, eyes wrinkling in a playful grin. And all that was complemented with toned, perfect abs, illegal triceps, and divine hair. I could swear my hair never looked that gorgeous.

But the way he looked at me, even casually, was disarming. Just one look and he had me all inspected. And for some reason, I couldn't stop staring at him. There was something hypnotizing about him. Inevitable.

“Are you okay?” he asked a few moments later, as he noticed my speechlessness.

I blushed instantly. Oh my god, how much I stared at him like an idiot?

“Or are you already getting all the fun without even starting your shift yet?”

I sighed, thanking internally that he was talking about the blood on my scrubs and not about my embarrassing loss for words because of his appearance.

“I’m sorry, yes,” I said, shaking my head as I kept walking toward my locker, my cheeks flushing in a beet red in a matter of seconds, “Just a thoracotomy in the waiting room, that’s all.”

He chuckled as I was opening my locker to put my things inside, ignoring the anxiety washing over me slowly.

“Way to start the year, are you new too?”

“Y… Yeah,” I stuttered, begging internally he wasn’t looking directly at me at that moment. I didn't dare to check if it was the case.

By this point, I was used to changing clothes in front of lots of strange people, but it was always difficult doing it for the first time in a new place, so I tried to overcome my self-consciousness and simply tugged my stained scrubs out, ignoring the fact that he could see my curvy body in my simple black underwear.

After a lot of effort, I was a couple of years past feeling embarrassed by my body. I had finally accepted it the way it was -way off commercial beauty standards: chubby, fluffy, full of stretch marks and cellulitis-, but coming to terms with the fact that other people wouldn't think the same is completely different. There are always looks and awkward smiles, sometimes opinions. So this time I couldn’t help but feel a little shy about it, much more considering how handsome and sporty he was. It made me feel judged even if he wasn’t even judging me at all.

“Internal medicine?” he asked once I was with my fresh scrubs on. I turned around and found him with green scrubs instead, leaning against the lockers with a relaxed smile. There wasn't anything uncomfortable about his features.

“Yup,” I said sharply, giving him a quick glance before sitting down to lace up my black Chuck Taylors.

But then I felt the strange need to say something more.

I don't know why.

Any other day I would've replied and then acted like that conversation never happened. I hate small talk. But there was something that persuaded me to ask him something in return. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t expecting he would keep talking to me. Maybe I just wanted to repay the kindness. He could've just ignored me but he didn't.

“You?”

“Surgery,” he said grinning, fixing his hair with enviable naturality.

Oh, of course. Of course the living embodiment of Adonis would be a surgical bro. I should've known.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I shook my head.

“What?” He asked, with a puzzled look.

“Nothing,” I assured, still smirking while I was closing my bag before putting it back inside my locker.

“If you say so,” he shrugged before standing straight and checking his watch, “Are you ready? We can go to the Atrium together if you want. Considering we’re going to the same place.”

I froze in place for a moment.

I never expected something like that.

First, to interact with someone in my first hour at the hospital. Socializing wasn’t my forte so this felt like I was doing my first friend at playschool, even if this would bethe first and last time I'd talk to him in my life.

Second, to keep interacting with him after the usual pleasantries. He could’ve just greeted me and then done as nothing happened. Like I would’ve done it if it wasn't because my brain was pushing me to talk to him.

Third, that he would want to keep interacting with me despite how weird I acted and that I somewhat laughed at his face a few seconds ago.

“Y-Yeah, sure,” I said trying to conceal the slight shaking in my voice, and followed him outside the room.

“I’m Bryce Lahela, by the way,” he added, extending his hand to me as we started walking towards the exit.

“Matilde Luna,” I said in response, shaking his hand. His caramel skin felt smooth and warm on my palm.

“Nice to meet you, Matilde Luna. You have a really beautiful name.”

“Your name is pretty nice too,” I said without thinking too much of it, in my effort to hold the conversation even if I didn’t know what else to say.

When I turned to look at him, I could swear the ghost of a sad smile was concealed behind his -seemingly- signature smirk.

I frowned, wondering why that was. It was just a compliment to his name, how could I be wrong about something so simple as that?

But a moment later, that sadness was gone. As if it never happened, he grinned at me again.

“Do you have any friends or acquaintances from Med School here?” he broke the silence again, as we were reaching the stairs.

“I… I actually don’t know much,” I confessed, looking directly on the staircases before me. I couldn't care less about my classmates, honestly, but at that moment I felt bad for not knowing. Maybe guilty for my indifference. “I think a guy is in Peds and another girl is in Neuro?”

“Where are you from?”

“U-Dub. Washington.”

“Ah, cold and rainy. You won’t suffer too much with the climate here then.”

“Yup, I like it rainy.”

“You’re nuts!” He exclaimed, with an overacted shocked expression.

“Oh, let me guess why the gratuitous insult, you're from California, right?”

Bryce turned to me, perplexed, “Guilty as charged, what gave me away?”

“Mmm besides your tan and your surfer highlights?”

“Ouch, talk about gratuitous insults!”

“Just payback, ” I laughed heartily, “No, actually it’s your accent. I did my undergrad in Berkeley.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, “Makes sense.”

“Which part of Cali?”

“Stanford.”

Surgical bro from Stanford. La crème de la crème. Why was he even talking to me?

Just he replied, we entered the Atrium and found interns of all sorts of specialties gathered around place, waiting for the Chief to make her appearance.

My stomach churned at the huge amount of people before me. All these new people I'd have to meet and work with. To deal with.

But it didn't matter. If this was the price I had to pay to do what I love, to make her proud, so be it.

I took a deep breath, psyching myself to what was about to come, “This is for you, mama.”

And just the thought of her seemed to soothe whatever anxiety I was feeling at that moment.

“Well, Matilde Luna,” Bryce announced, after both observed the crowd in silence for a couple of seconds, “Time to meet my competition now. Good luck with yours.”

I looked up at him instantly, surprised by the slight tremor concealed in his voice. But there was nothing there. Bryce was already grinning at me, his caramel skin glistening against the morning sunlight. Melting as if they were just the same thing. But I could tell his smile wasn't reaching his eyes as before.

“Thank you, you too, ” I said as I watched him striding toward a group in green scrubs, each step taken with resolve.

But after a few feet, he stopped and slowly turned in my direction, a twinkle of honey piercing directly at me, “See ya later? ” he quizzed.

I arched an eyebrow at his question.

See ya later.

And made an effort not to snort.

With the sea of interesting people in this hospital, you won’t even remember my face by the end of the day, so don’t bother.

But I played along, it was the least he deserved for being so friendly with me that morning.

“See ya later,” I promised, convinced it was in vain. This would be the last time I would exchange words with him.

At that moment, though, I couldn’t even imagine how wrong I would be.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

ILLICITUS: CHAPTER 1

Prompt: Y/N is a respectful narcotics agent, she worked hard to have her work recognized in a prominently male work field. She‘s assigned to the most important case of her whole career, investigate and apprehend the biggest drug dealer of U.S.A, the only thing she didn’t count on, was for the bastard to be so damn charming.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, Illegal substances, cursing (that’s all for now)

Tagging: @ziasaph , @reigns-5sos, @mindofasagittaruis , @jibbles26 . I’m also tagging these lovely humans(although they didn’t ask for it 👉👈, but they’re opinion is very important to me as well 💕) @blondekel77, @akiko-tanaka, @drew-is-boo , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan, @new-zealand-chic

Notes: I’ve had this idea for a few weeks now, and decided to give it a shot. This is originally planned to be a series, but we’ll see how this goes...I’ve always loved crime themed stories, so this is dedicated to my profound love for crime series. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Argh! Already?!” I groan as I get up from my bed, shooting a deadly glare at my alarm *4:30 a.m. how fun is that?!* I thought

I took a shower to help me shake off my sleeping mode, brushed my teeth and made me some tea to start the day.

I know, weird right?! What type of officer/agent/investigator doesn’t drink coffee and smoke cigarettes?? Well the answer is: me! I love the smell of coffee but hate the taste of it, so tea works for me. But I am kind of guilty on the cigarettes though, it’s not an addiction per say, but I do smoke one or two if a case is really killing me...is a coping mechanism.

I drove the short 10 minutes distance between my home and the DEA’s office in a comfortable silence. Once I parked my car, I took the elevator to the 34th floor. As soon as the doors open I find my boss waiting for me.

“Good morning, kiddo!” Jeffrey smiles

Jeffrey is a nice guy, 57 years old, 37 years in this job, a good wife, four kids and two grandchildren. He drinks so much coffee that I’m pretty sure it has replaced his blood by now! He’s like a damn chimney, three packs of Marlboro red every fucking day! I really don’t know how he still have any lung function.

He’s always been nice to me, always supported, always believed in my work and potential and sort of took me under his wing ever since I started working here. He’s one of the best and I was glad to have him as my mentor and boss.

“Good morning, Jeff” I lightheartedly smile

“How is it going kid? Don’t you just love the fresh air of mornings?” He lightly chuckled

I rolled my eyes “Oh yeah I love it! That’s why you called me here at 4 a.m.? To talk about your profound love for mornings?” I raise my eyebrows

He laughs “Oh you’re priceless kid! But no, that’s not what I called you in here for, unfortunately. Let’s go to my office, shall we?”

Once inside his room, he motions for me to seat down.

“So?” I ask

“I have a case for you”

“But I’m already working on a case with Alvarez”

“That’s his case. This one” he passed me a folder “Is all yours! I want you to lead the investigation” He smiled

I open the folder and read the information inside, when my eyes stopped by the target’s name I froze in place.

“Sir, I...” I whispered “I can’t accept this”

“Not only you can, but you will kiddo! I need someone who will not get intimidated by him”

“And you thought of me? Of all people?” I scoffed

“Yes, you’re the only one I can actually trust in this place. Rumor has it, he knows we’re investigating...” He stares at me

“Do you think someone snitched?” I ask

“Only five people knew about this operation....people who wears big shoes, if know what I mean..”

“Superiors?” I whispered

He slowly nodded “ Well, we know how powerful he is, so him having informers is not a shock, but I didn’t thought he would have such high hierarchy ones..”

“So why do you want to hand the investigation to me, exactly?”

“Y/N, there’s a reason why I’ve always liked you kid, you love what you do, you can’t be bought, you’re not scared of anything or anyone, you have a deep passion about this career and that’s hard to see! But also because I need someone I can trust with my eyes closed, and that’s you kiddo” He squeezed my shoulder

I’ve always been an ambitious person, since I was a little girl, this operation is a one in a lifetime opportunity for me to make a name for myself in this department, so I didn’t think twice, before saying

“I’ll take it”

He smirked “That’s my kid!”

......................................................

It was now 9 a.m., I’m debating whether I should go on and get this over with or postpone ‘till later.

“Ah, fuck it” I say as I open my car door and make my way to the security gate. I ring the intercom.

“Yes?” A male voice answers

“Agent Y/L/N, DEA, I would like to speak to Mr. Reigns please”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but I could use some of Mr. Reigns infinite kindness” I bitterly said

“Well, he’s not available now” The guy responds and hung up.

*Fucking great! Now I’ll have to get a warrant that will probably never be signed! That’s just what I needed* I thought as I made my way back to my car, as soon as I was about to get inside of my car I hear

“Agent Y/L/N, please, wait” The same guy who answered me on the intercom was now at the gate

“Mr. Reigns will see you, now ma’am”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise as I followed the man inside the house to Mr.Reigns office.

..................................................

“Please, sit down, Mr. Reigns will be here in a minute. I’m gonna need your gun ma’am” I give it to him “Thank you. Would you like something do drink?” He asks

“No, thank you”

After two minutes, the door opened once more.

“Agent Y/L/N, what do I give the-“ He stopped by my side, measuring me up and down, visually surprised and amused by ‘the agent’ being a woman “Pleasure” He smirked, offering me his hand for a handshake which I accepted

“I would like to have a few words with you Mr. Reigns, if that’s ok”

“Sure!” He made his way to his chair, in front of me “So what can I help you with, agent?”

“I came here to deliver this to you, sir” I pass him a document “It’s an assent term, we’re opening an investigation on you and we would like for you to cooperate with the information we need it, if you sign it, you’ll give us the consent to investigate your business and patrimony as well as provide us any further informations we might need. You’re free to keep the document and show it to your lawyer if you would like. In case you don’t want to sign it, we’ll have to start a search warrant on your name, business, property, information and data”

I say as he reads the document

“May I ask, what’s the investigation for, agent?”

“Illicit substances, sir” He already knows about the whole thing, so there’s no point lying about it.

He gives me a smug smirk “I bet it must be very hard for you, agent Y/L/N, to be taken seriously in this field. I mean, you’re a very beautiful woman, surrounded by all those old men..If I had a gorgeous coworker like yourself, I wouldn’t be able to function properly...” He vaguely says

“Would you like to keep the document, sir?” I ask, fully ignoring what he just said and pretending it didn’t affected me at all! Yes, he was breath taking and incredibly hot, but also an investigation target. And I’m a professional for crying out loud!

“Would you like to have dinner with me, agent Y/L/N?” He charmingly asks

“Mr. Reigns, I’ll ask for you to not insult my intelligence, sir.”

“That’s exactly why I’m inviting you for dinner. Because I know you’re an incredibly smart woman” He stares at me with his brown eyes full of amusement

I reach forward and yanked the document out of his hands, I needed to get out of there before I would do something completely unprofessional

“I see you’ve chose the warrant then, no problem sir”

I turned to walk out of his office, when he grabbed me by my arm, pulling me towards his chest. He leans down, brushing his nose on the nape of my neck

“You smell amazing agent Y/L/N, what perfume is that?” He brushes his nose up on my neck, until he reached my ear “I think we’ve started with the wrong foot, don’t you agent?” He stepped back and brushed his lips with mine

“What do you say, we give each other a helping hand? I sign your little document and you have dinner with me, how does that sounds to you?” He whispers

“I can still go for that warrant you know?” I bluff

He lightly chuckled “Oh baby, we both know that, that warrant will never be signed” He rested his hand on my neck, tilting my head up “So what’s gonna be? Do we have a deal?” As his fingers caresses the back of my neck

Before I could stop myself, the words slipped through my lips “Deal”

He smiles satisfied

To Be Continued...

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Don’t Call Me Doctor - Part 2

A/N: Heyo party people! Ok this is part 2 of DCMD and I’m super excited for you guys to read it. I’m so happy I finally decided to give in to my urge to write cause it’s so much fun! Thank you guys for all the support of the first part. Enjoy:)❤️

Pairing : SPENCER x READER

Category: Fluff and Angst and Smut

Word Count: 2.2k

ENJOY!

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MASTERLIST

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The moment she walked through those doors I knew I was a fucking goner.

Her beauty was indescribable. Unmatchable. Unattainable.

Dangerous.

She was dangerous. All she had to do was enter the building and I was already wrapped around her finger. Dangerous.

Even though the bullpen was bustling and filled with chaos at the time, the unmistakable creak of the front door rang clear in my ears. Glancing away from my work momentarily, my eyes were immediately drawn to her. I mean how could they not be? One look in her direction and it was clear she was nervous. She looked flustered, her face was flushed, but strangely enough there was a hint of a smile upon it. Even in her frenzied state, her beauty knocked the wind out of my chest. Who the hell is this girl?

As she surveyed the hectic room, I noticed her head perk up at whatever or whoever it was that she had located. Following her line of sight I was met with Hotch. Oh so she’s here for him, maybe a family member or friend.

Wait. Wait wait wait wait.

Remembering the conversation Hotch had had with us recently about a new recruit to the team, I was able to answer my own question. Oh god she’s the new recruit.

This is bad. This is really, REALLY bad.

I couldn’t go through this again, it simply wasn’t an option for me. My heart could not handle anymore pain, a pain that would surely accompany this girl if I let her in. Too much had happened in my life already at such a young age, from missing my chance with JJ to losing the one somewhat serious relationship I had ever had. Like I said, she’s dangerous. I had only been aware of her existence for a couple of minutes and I already knew that she possessed the key to unlocking my withered heart. However, she also wielded the axe that would run me through in a split second.

I knew in that moment that, as much as it pained me, I couldn’t let her have the chance. I had to take away her power over me before she was even aware she yielded it.

Looking back in the direction of my enchantress, I noticed her and Hotch had moved from their original spot and were now walking towards the center of the room. Towards the rest of the team. Towards me. Quickly, in order to avoid making eye contact I ducked my head down and pretended to work away at the papers sprawled in front of me.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the others shaking from excitement at meeting our newest agent and I didn’t blame them. It wasn’t often we got new blood around here. Certainly none of them had taken my breath away like she did.

I was aware of how rude it was for me to not join in on the welcome party, but I was still struggling to breathe correctly from the brief glance I got of her. From my position at my desk I was close enough to hear the conversations being held, well enough at least to hear her be introduced to the team.

Y/N Y/L/N.

It fit her perfectly. A beautiful name for a gorgeous woman. While the others were busy meeting our newest member, I decided I just had to hear how her name rolled off my tongue, even if just this once. In the most quiet voice I could muster up, I released my own personal curse from my lips.

“Y/N.”

Fuck. It just felt so right. It was as if she had been given that name just so at one point in life I’d be able to shout it out for the entire world to hear. Why did the universe hate me so much?

I had gotten so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed the woman plaguing my mind had already taken a seat at the desk next to mine. It wasn’t until she sputtered out an overly enthusiastic greeting directed towards me that I realized she was there.

“Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N! Nice to meet you Dr. Reid.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Immediately as the words started pouring from her lips I felt my body tense. Suddenly I understood the allure of sirens. How a voice could be so enticing to reel in unsuspecting sailors on the sea. I understood their choice of action. But when she called me Dr. Reid. Fuck. That should simply be illegal. Hearing her use my title awakened something deep inside of me that I had been trying to suppress since the moment she waltzed through the door. It also awakened something below my waist, my body twitching as a result. Stop it Spencer. You can’t let this happen, you need to push through it. Make her stay away.

I must have been sitting there speechless for too long because before I knew it she was at it again.

“Sorry if I scared you! I’m not the most socially adept individual. I couldn’t help but notice that-“

Put a stop to this Spencer. Make her stay away.

“You’re rambling.” Fuck that was rude.

“Pardon me Dr. Reid?”

Holy fuck if I hear her call me that one more time I don’t think there’s anything in the world strong enough to prevent me from ripping her clothes off and taking her right here on my desk. Spencer stop! Make her stay far away from you.

“You were rambling. Thought you’d like to know. And it’s Spencer.” I am such a dick. But I had no choice. Letting her into my heart would only leave the both of us in shambles, longing for the pieces to be put back together. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt, I accompanied my rude remark with a slight glance in her direction. Yeah that was a big mistake. Even if it only lasted a split second, I could clearly see the hurt plaguing her beautiful orbs, a hurt that was caused by yours truly. Wow this fucking sucks.

“Oh...ok”, she replied before turning her attention back to her files in front of her.

I really wish I didn’t have to treat her like that, but it was the only option that left us both unscathed. Returning to the task at hand, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander and imagine a life alongside the enchantress sitting next to me.

Maybe in a world where I wasn’t so fucked up.

~~~

Ok remember when I said this sucked? Yeah it was worse than I could’ve ever imagined. It had been about three months since Y/N had started working with us and I spent the majority of that time running away from her. She’d walk in, I’d briskly walk out before cracking. She’d wave at me and I’d have to look away before imploding on the spot.

The worst part of this whole ordeal was that it was obvious that she had a thing for me. The amount of times I had caught her staring at my hands or for some reason my hair while she was trying to be subtle, was a number almost too large to keep track of. I’d be trying to mind my own business and block her out of my thoughts, when I’d catch her biting her lip, lost in thought, while her eyes raked my body. It was getting to be too much to handle.

Most of the time while we were at the round table discussing cases she would take the seat next to mine, much to my dismay. Her close proximity always acted as a ticking time bomb to my poor, defenseless body, usually eliciting reactions not suitable for a work environment. Following nearly every meeting I’d hightail it out of the room straight to the bathroom. And while she probably assumed I was just trying to avoid her, the reality was much more humiliating.

What had she turned me into? I felt like a horny teenager all of the time. What would my friends think if they knew I had to run to the bathroom to take care of my arousal almost every other day? It was so embarrassing, but only she could provoke such a reaction from me.

As often as my bathroom escapades took place, I had become a pro at suppressing my true feelings for her. For some reason, however, my attempts to make her stay away triggered the opposite response on her end. I can’t even explain the amount of pain that filled my chest everytime I had to reject her offers to get together and spend time together outside of work. I had even stopped going out with the unit because I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around her, usually coming up some lame excuse about having work to catch up on.

I had no idea what to do. I wanted her so bad.

I felt like I was in my own personal purgatory that had absolutely no escape in sight. All I had to do to set myself free was reach out and touch the ethereal being in front of me and express the feelings I harbored for her. But I still refused to consider that an option.

Not only was she keeping my mind occupied at work, I couldn’t make it through a single night without seeing her beautiful face. While the dreams had started off pretty neutral and innocent, they quickly progressed into territory that shouldn’t have been accessible. I truly felt like a teenager again with the amount of wet dreams I had been having to deal with. I just couldn’t help myself. Her body was amazing. It was physically impossible for me to not picture myself ramming her into my desk or bending her over the round table, making her scream my name for all of D.C. to hear.

God it was getting harder and harder to ignore her. What was stopping me from grabbing her wrist, pulling her into an empty office and destroying her on every surface available. I had to do something or figure out a way to push those thoughts away.

“Hey pretty boy! Get over here!”

I swiveled in my chair to seek out Morgan, spotting him across the bull pen. Sighing quietly, I made my way over to my friend, trying to mask the internal conflict occurring between my brain and my heart.

“What can I do for you Morgan?”

“You gonna tell me what’s going on between you and Y/L/N?” Shit. Fuck. I thought it wasn’t noticeable. Play it cool Spencer.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me pretty boy.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lies. All lies.

“Reid, come on man. It’s not really hard to notice that something is off between you two. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you interact with her outside of a case and you’re the kid who’s known to ramble to anyone within a five mile radius, nevermind the girl who sits next to you everyday. Did something happen?”

“No...no. Nothing happened and quite frankly I seriously don’t think it’s any of your business to question me about who I do and do not converse with, ok?”

“Geez! Calm down buddy. I’m sorry, ok. I won’t bring it up again.” I once again felt like the biggest dick in the world watching him walk away from where we had been standing. Recognizing that there was nothing I could do about it now, I made my way back to my desk, noticing that Y/N had returned from her lunch break.

After sitting down and working for a bit, I couldn’t help myself. The urge to look at the object of my affections was just too damn insistent. Glancing up at her, I was instantly entranced by the goddess in front of me. She was busy scribbling away at whatever was laid out in front of her, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face. She was biting her lip in what I would assume was a way to help her concentrate, but all it did was stir things inside of me. Ok this was getting ridiculous.

It was crazy how even the simplest of things, like her eyes crinkling at the corners when she smiled or the way she licked her lips like it was going out of style, would instantly prevent my mind from functioning correctly and make the world around me dissolve until all that existed anymore was her. God those eyes. So intricately designed that even the most beautiful gods and goddesses would be jealous.

WAIT. HER EYES.

Fuck. She was looking at me. She saw me staring directly at her.

As fast as I possibly could, I ducked my head down and cleared my throat, deciding to play it off and pretend like nothing had just happened. Except that that was kind of hard to do when my body decided to say “fuck you” and turned into a goddamn tomato within seconds. Oh god why did I do that? How was I going to get myself out of this already complicated situation? This was bad. This was really bad. Three months of rejections and cold responses down the drain with one stupid, meaningful glance in her direction.

Fuck.

To be continued...

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fic title: I’m falling and the sun is blinding me to your faults

i wanted to do an au of this one, so presenting: tony and rhodey, but make it villainous. i think it’d be fun! 

James Rhodes is two things, first and foremost being that he is a businessman. 

People call him a villain. He doesn’t really think he’s that villainous. 

After all, he only took over New York. He left all the other states alone, so that has to mean something. He was gracious! 

He also wouldn’t consider himself a villain because everyone who works under him gets health insurance. They don’t complain that much, although he’s gotten some about the quality of the buffet on Fridays. 

Catering companies. Hit-or-miss, you know? 

There have been a couple of companies who try to stop him. Rivals that hate that his products are better and employees are happier, for one. Those are easy to dismiss. 

SHIELD is one company who tries, and fails. Repeatedly. It would be embarrassing, but Rhodes has respect for Agents Romanov and Hill, who have been the closest to breaking into his personal office. 

- 

The player that isn’t registering on the field is Tony Stark. Perhaps because he isn’t so much of a player on the field as an existing person who just happens to be on a field. Or a building. However you would like to imagine it. 

In other universes, he walks like he owns the world because he could buy up everything and still have money left over to get ice cream at the end of the day. 

In this universe, his father kicked him out of his house for various things, the most prominent being that Tony is rather partial to kissing guys and ladies, and that just simply won’t do. 

(Tony also stole enough money out of his bank account to buy a house and also start his own business without his knowledge, but in the grand scheme of things, that’s just a small drop in the ocean.) 

Tony made his own tech start-up business. He’s invented a few new things that hit the market discreetly, and he’s building up more and more clientele. He’s about to open another shop, and in all honesty he’s not worried about getting noticed. 

This is until Rhodes comes across an employee bragging about a new repair guy who makes computers run twice as fast, charges less than most repair shops, and looks mighty fine in a tank top.

The last reason is reason enough to visit. 

But also, to see who’s been fixing up Rhodes tech and can make it faster. He doesn’t know why he wouldn’t have just applied for a job. 

Tony is not expecting Rhodes to enter into his building. He has people who are walk-ins, but usually you would expect a villain to make an appointment. Or not, they are villains. 

“I heard that you’ve been improving my phones,” James says. He leans into Tony’s space. He smells quite nice, has a well-tailored suit, and Tony is trying very hard not to find him attractive. That’s not the sort of thing you could be focusing on. 

“You gonna sue me or something?” 

“No, I want to hire you.” 

Tony blinks. 

“Oh. No thank you.” 

Rhodes pulls back. 

“Why ‘no’?” 

“I like my shop just fine. And you have things well-handled.” 

“Could I consult you?” 

“You can’t afford me.” 

Rhodes grins. 

“Are you sure about that?” 

“Of course I am. Can I get anything for you today, or did you just want to beg me to come work for you?” 

“Most people would never be this bold.” 

"What would they be? Terrified in your presence?” 

“More or less, yes. It’s what I prefer.” 

"I don’t cater to people’s preferences, it’s a character flaw and strength,” Tony quips. 

Rhodes smiles. 

It’s terrifyingly beautiful, really. Tony is at a loss for words. 

“I think I’m liking you, Stark.” 

“Tony. You don’t call me Stark. I don’t do the last name dynamic.” 

“Sweetheart, then. Not your last name.” 

“Pet names, seriously?” 

“Oh you got it, honey.” 

“Then go on, platypus,” Tony throws back. 

“Platypus? Really?” 

"Pet names are on the menu, honey bunch. Just try me.” 

Rhodes smiles, turning to exit. 

“I’ll be in touch, darling.” 

Tony leans against his desk, legs shaking underneath. 

There are two problems that he’s not sure how to solve. Here they are: 

1.) Rhodes now has Tony on his radar, which is probably bad because Tony will absolutely be used for world domination or whatever. 

2.) Tony doesn’t really mind as long as he gets to see Rhodes because goddamn. That man could get so many things, and he probably has. And Tony wouldn’t mind being one of those things if he played his cards right. 

But for now, Tony just wants to fix computers and maybe just buy a new brand of tea, but he’s honestly not sure. 

- 

Rhodes makes an appointment to meet. 

Of Fucking Course. 

Tony is not impressed, and is also not impressed that he comes in with a very expensive custom-made designer suit, whereas Tony is not sure the last time his pair of jeans got washed, and an old t-shirt that’s advertising an ice cream shop that is closed now. 

“You love to make an entrance all the time?” Tony asks. “What can I legally do for you?” 

“You’re assuming I’m making you do illegal things, babe?” 

“Yes, Rhodey.” 

“It’s Rhodes.” 

“Hm, maybe. But not to me. Rhodey. I wanna ruin your business impression.” 

Pepper snorts besides Rhodes, who is suitably impressed that Tony doesn’t give one flying fuck about the fact that he could destroy him at any point. 

“I’m ordering that on your next business card deal.” 

“I’ll fire you.” 

“You can’t find someone as competent as me, don’t even joke.” 

“I came here for an opportunity for you. You’ve managed to get some people’s computers to speed up so much. And I want you to do it with all of my employee’s computers.” 

“What, you couldn’t reverse-engineer it? See what I did for yourself?” 

Rhodey grins. 

“I never question a handsome man’s work, darling.” 

Tony turns red. 

“You’re really bad with professionalism, honeysop.” 

“What the hell is that?” 

“What, never heard about romance in the fifteenth century? Boring.” 

“Will you do the job or not?” 

“What are the terms, the conditions, and how much are you paying?” 

Pepper steps forward, a sizable stack of paperwork in her hands. 

The work would pay off the building. It would pay off his mortgage on his house. Hell, it would help a lot. He’d have extra to mess around and maybe go on a vacation. 

The downside is that he’s helping a villain get faster speed and better battery life with laptops. This could also mean he’d die, but honestly he was kind of expecting an early death. 

Rhodey assures him that he won’t die.��

“If anyone touches you, then they feel my wrath,” he says. His teeth glint underneath the lights. “And honey, no one ever likes feeling that.” 

“What, it isn’t all feather-light tickles?” 

“Touches a bit more than that.” 

There’s an unspoken story there. Rhodey’s grin goes from tight and eyes empty to refocusing on Tony and turning soft, genuine. 

“We can discuss the official plans over dinner.” 

“Dinner won’t work for me, I got plans tonight.” 

“A hot date?” 

"A special movie screening,” Tony says. “Can’t miss it. Maybe next time, or the next three times.” 

Rhodey smiles. 

“Maybe sometime.” 

“Maybe.” 

- 

Holy fuck.

Rhodes International has a local coffee shop on the lobby. A barista is a cheerful girl who has neon yellow hair greets him and asks if he wants a complimentary drink. 

“You...know who I am?” 

“Not in the slightest!” she says cheerily. “I have a memory thing where I remember everyone I ever meet and who I don’t meet. What kind of coffee guy are you?” 

“Um...you guys have mint syrup?” 

“Yup!” 

“Then I guess a peppermint latte?” 

“Coming right up!” 

So here is this girl humming what sounds suspiciously like the Winnie the Pooh song as she makes a drink, and that drink is amazing. 

Also, people are wearing, it seems, whatever outfit they want. There are some people talking, and two look to be dressed in professional business clothing, but the third guy they’re talking to is wearing ripped jeans and a tank top has the phrase of “I’m Just Existing on a Manifestation of Reality” emblazoned. 

It’s odd. 

“So glad you could make it, Tones,” Rhodey says. 

“Tones?” 

“What, too much?” 

“Tones sounds like you know me.” 

“And I don’t?” 

“What’s my favorite jam?” 

“Why jam?” 

“If you know someone well, you know their favorite type of jam.” 

“Orange marmalade?” 

“What the fuck do I look like, Paddington?” 

“You’re right, Paddington’s not near as sexy.” 

“This counts as harassment, right? This counts as harassment.” 

“Don’t have him sue us already, he’ll win,” Pepper says, breezing to their sides. God, she’s gorgeous. Casually dressed in a pencil skirt and a blouse and acting like she doesn’t look like a goddess. Must be exhausting. “Tony, great to have you. Let me show you who you’re working with.” 

He has his own fancy office, a team that knows what they’re doing, and catered lunch. 

Catered lunch. It’s not even a Friday. 

“Friday’s are questionable,” Rhodey says. “Weird selection.” 

“You don’t wanna know,” says Intern Joe. 

That’s literally on his ID card. 

- 

Tony starts work. It’s not bad, not at all. He works in the mornings on the weekends and Mondays as well as Thursdays, and then sometimes does work from his own office. 

Rhodey is...nice. 

This is a bit unsettling, because Rhodey literally just threatened the president over an environmental bill not being accepted and currently all employees are only slightly scared. 

“This is just like three months ago,” says Janice The Badass. (Also on her ID card.) “Don’t worry, the government can’t do anything. They rely on us too heavily.” 

“For what?” 

“For safety.” 

“Not asking.” 

“Good, I’m not going to answer.” 

“Okay?” 

- 

It’s also weird that Rhodey checks in on him. He brings him coffee how he likes it, and he makes him sit down and try new foods with him. 

He’s not bad at conversational topics either. Tony’s used to talking, and he’s used to bad-talking on dates. This doesn’t come close. 

No, they talk about the differences of Star Trek and how much Tony hates specific brands of pens, and how Rhodey is a disaster when it comes to coordination of ties. 

“I don’t like ties,” he scowls. 

“Then why wear one?” 

“Pepper says they look nice.” 

“Why do you need to look nice?” 

“Most things are all about presentation.” 

“Ah, need to be taken seriously.” 

“Only at times when I’m facing government officials or weird corporate bosses.” 

“Aren’t you a corporate boss?” 

“I’m a corporate boss who is also an enemy of fellow corporate bosses. Weird thing.” 

“That’s...intriguing.” 

“How so?” 

“Well, how does that work?” Tony asks, popping a couple blueberries into his mouth. “How are you both the same and an enemy?” 

“Watch and learn, sugar. Watch and learn.” 

Tony is allowed on the next business meeting. Which, coincidentally, his old Uncle Obadiah is part of. 

This leads to rather undesired complications. 

-

“You’re working for a supervillain?” Obie practically yells. 

“Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that,” Tony says. “I just work with computers.” 

“Besides if he wanted to work for a real supervillain, wouldn’t he be working for you?” Rhodey asks. 

He’s sitting in one of those rolling-chairs, and despite that, he made it his throne. He’s relaxed in it, perfectly at peace with the situation. All eyes are on him. 

“I’m not the one that the government is after.” 

“And yet I’m the one who’s successfully paid taxes. Where have yours gone, hm? Strip club in Vegas? Weapon sales in Afghanistan?” 

Obie freezes. 

Tony knows that when you freeze, it is your worst tell. 

“Does dad know?” 

This time, Rhodey turns towards him. He’s surprised. 

“We’ll discuss that later. But does Howard know, Obadiah?” 

“Howard is none of your concern.” 

“Oh my god, he is,” Rhodey says grinning. “You haven’t told him about your little back-door escapades. I wonder what would happen if I told him.” 

“You don’t want me as an enemy,” Obadiah says, shaking. He looks at Tony. “And you, boy, you just earned yourself a death sentence.” 

“Funny, Howard said the same thing when he kicked me out of the house,” Tony says as he’s checking his nails. Rhodey thinks he is in love. 

“Go ahead and try to get me as an enemy, see how well it works for you,” Rhodey says, pearly whites on display. “I took over the entire state of New York, leaving everyone in power allied with me. Plus, Tony hasn’t pushed his legacy from what I’ve seen, but what would happen if I just...let him talk? At the next press conference, perhaps.” 

Tony grins, and it’s dangerous. 

“Yeah Obie, what if I talked? I’m sure Howard’s disastrous attempt at fatherhood would be a real uptick in stock points.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“Just watch. Just fucking watch,” Tony says. “I still know how to smile for the press, and I still remember all of my lessons for how to make sure anything is believable.” 

He shakes. 

Rhodey gets security. 

Tony visibly relaxes as Stane is led out of the building, and Rhodey smiles over at him. 

“What?” 

“You wanna grab dinner with me?” 

“Like as a casual dinner, or a date-dinner?” 

“How about both?” 

“Thank god, I can’t remember where my nice shoes are.” 

- 

Tony supposes it is odd to be out to dinner with one of the most-feared men in all of New York. 

But it was hard to fear him when he was currently trying to lick ice cream off the tip of his nose with no such luck. 

Or when Rhodey kisses him senseless on his doorstep and makes fun of the little gnome that he’s put outside, and Tony giggles and watches him leave in his fancy car, still leaning on his door. 

Oh, he’s got it bad. 

But he doesn’t mind. 

#this was supposed to take a WAY darker turn #but then i forgot bc i listened to frank sinatra #so instead it is now funnie #lovelyirony writes #rhodeytony #rhodey becomes a villain but like. ethical? i'm joking #i just wasn't sure how to make him Villain Supreme #tony doesn't exactly mind #pet names out of SPITE #i love that dynamic #tony stark #rhodey #james rhodey rhodes #obadiah stane

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Her

Summary: Running into Pete at a Party was expected with the mutual friends you have. When a simple so called secret is heard how will the night turn out between you two. 

Colson’s place was decently packed with people you know having a good time drinking, smoking, and doing some illegal things to. which uh i didn’t mind that’s for sure. I’v seen faces of friends and people i know, people i don’t fucking know and someone i didn’t know was going to be here. man Colson is an dick he should of told me she would be here. him of all bros knew her being here would be something i’d like to know. I have no clue if she even saw me or cares that i’m here when she is here to, why would she care really not like i’m her ex boyfriend. nope not hers, just her best friends.. and that how i first met her through Ariana. she was one of Ariana’s friends i got along with really well, someone i really liked maybe a little to much. but i was with Ariana and i wasn’t the type to act on the confusing infatuation i seemed to have in my head with her. like fuck come on who wouldn’t of been attracted to her, she was gorgeous, her curves were sexy as hell not the body type i tended to be seen with skinny no ass chicks. she was also smart and funny her laugh was intoxicating and i loved making her laughs with the comedy i attempted. her bright big smile could make any one smile to and her eyes always held a kindness in them to most but they could also hold fire to go with her sassy wits when needed that she used to stick up for her beliefs and the people she cared about. she is a mix of many things and all those things just made me like her more. 

“your a dick” i whisper yell into Colson’s ear where he is standing by a wall drink in hand laughing with a few people by his side. know i wasn’t meaning it to be rude it was like half you are a dick and half joking bro. 

“what did i do man” Colson chuckled looking at my annoyed facial expression. 

“could of warned a bro” is all i said while nodding over to the direction Y/N was standing. seeing her smiling while shes surrounded by people. Colson followed my gaze and nod direction. 

“Oh.. my bad” he chuckled again. 

“uh oh yah your bad dude” i reply sounding annoyed.

“i don’t see the issue man your single now who cares if you wanna get with Y/N” he says slightly louder then i liked. 

“uh still not a good idea the whole best friend thing” i shook my head while speaking

“no it wouldn’t of been a good idea to do anything with her while dating Ariana but now you can and not feel bad about it” Colson tried to reason. and then turned his attention back to people he was near clearly making his words the end of that convo.

 I thought his words over battling with my self to even talk to Y/N or act like she wasn’t here, wasn’t here looking amazing and full of life as she always was. standing against the wall in the common area looking over to her, watching as she embraced a girl friend of hers, them smiling laughing and talking into each others ears. they pulled away slightly from each others faces as it seemed their short conversation was over and i caught her eyes on my slumped figure for probably all of two seconds. and even in that short time i felt panic in my self. was she talking about me? did she magically hear what me and Colson were talking about? oh fuck.. nah its probably nothing. i’m just to stoned i’m being paranoid. 

I decided on smoking more weed and a few shots to distract my self. keeping a good distance between me and her and trying real fucking hard to stop glancing her way. Thank fuck for the liquor i been drinking making me enjoy my self and focusing as much as i can on the music and friends around me. a few of us dancing as a Kid Cudi song came on. that’s awesome love this dude. my dancing slowly came to a stop as i stupidly looked her way again but seeing eyes on me as well and a small smile on her lips. there was a split second i felt i was gonna faint at the sight her. her looking at me looking at her looking at me. air escaped my lungs and i coughed awkwardly looking away from her beautiful figure. i seriously wish i could stop looking at her. anytime i see her looking at me i freak the fuck out like why.. why you looking at me for? did i have something on my fucking face? like no oh okay then why??? 

Few more shots later and i’m sitting with Colson on a couch zoning in and out on the conversations around me. then i hear her laugh. if i can hear it she must be close, and i mean to fucking close. i look up to see her standing across from the couch only like three meter sticks away where a big chair is and shes laughing with a douche bag looking guy who’s sitting in the chair. my face crunched up and great now i get to see and hear her and some dude probably flirt. who the hell wouldn’t flirt with her right. 

After witnessing enough giggles from her lips and his hand on her body i had to leave before my bitterness came out full force at that dude. so here i am finding more liquor in the kitchen to drink. i wondered if i was being an idiot. maybe it was simple just talk to her i was freely able to i had no girl holding me back. but i keep thinking would i be an ass to go after her sense i dated her friend.. its not like i’d be the first guy the world has seen with an ex’s friend. 

“You gonna share that bottle or have it all to your self” that voice.. that giggle.. fuck me.. i turned to her my eyes bugged out my head a little surprised shes here talking to me. 

“Uh..Hi” really thats all i can come up with! uh hi yeah sure that doesnt sound like an idiot idk what does. 

“Hi” she giggled. and then silence.. great i made this awkward. of course i did yep that’s me everyone Pete Davidson the awkward dude that makes other awkward with my awkwardness powers. Mr superAwkward! my superhero name. 

“Well you seem awkward” she blurts out like no big deal. her and her bluntness. 

“uh yeah you uh can just call me uh Mr superawkward here to make every situation as awkward as can be. that’s me!” i stupidly use my awkwardness as comedy with her cuz the fuck else should i be saying right now i don’t know shit. 

“awe i miss your humour” she laughed. awe she laughed! yesss i made her laugh!

“I miss you too!” wait that sounded weird to say.. shit hold up let me remove my foot from mouth. why she looking at me like that. one raised eyebrow hand on hip and smirking. 

“oh yeah i bet” her smirk turned into a smile. i cant tell if she is joking or being sarcastic or what that meant. all i could do is take a swig of the bottle of liquor i was still holding and swallow hard in my still awkwardness. 

“there was this little bird that told me you liked me” she says no big deal all nonchalantly stepping closer to me. if i thought my big ass eyes were bugging out before then i was a dumb ass cuz now i look like Jim Carey in the mask. 

“There’s a bird here?” faking seriousness in my sweaty panic. 

“oh yeah flying around hearing things they couldn't help but chirp away telling me” Y/N smiles while talking. that’s good right that smile that’s a good one. she took another step to me, she was close as fuck few inches between us. i licked my bottom lip nervously starring down at her. “so did the little bird lie or is there truth that was told?”.

“uh that bird might have good hearing and no reason to lie most likely” I shake off some nerves by taking another swig of the liquor in my hand. the second it leaves my lips Y/N is taking it into her hand bringing it up to her sweet looking lips taking a delicate sip as she brought the bottle down to her side she slowly moved closer to me, it took me a moment to realise when her lips were on mine. Once i knew what was going on i was more than willingly to apply to what she wanted and i have wanted sense what seems like forever. 

“Glad to know Mr superawkward liked me back” she whispered so sweetly on my lips. I cant believe she liked me all this time to. thank god for being single now and following my desire. Her. 

#Pete Davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete x reader #pete davidson x reader #snl #machine gun kelly #colson baker #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #ariana grande #party #imagines #comedy #jealous pete davidson

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The Nuptial Necessity - Chapter 20

A 12xRose Human AU

Despite an unglamorous job description, Rose loves the work she does with The Thistle Foundation, a charity founded by her best friend’s great-uncle.  It doesn’t hurt that her boss, her friend’s father, is easy on the eyes.  With a great job, wonderful friends and a loving family, life couldn’t be better – except for having someone to share it with.

All of that is threatened, though, when the great-uncle dies – and sets a strange condition for his nephew to inherit, jeopardizing the Foundation and Rose’s future, sparking a chain of events that might just get her everything she dreamed of and more.

Chapters will be posted on Saturdays and Tuesdays.  Many thanks to my beta, @stupidsatsuma

Rated: Explicit, for eventual smut

@doctorroseprompts

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Sunday, cont’d

They entered the house hand in hand, and Rose was grateful for his silent support and the way he took the lead, allowing her to observe for a moment before diving in.

Two men stood waiting just inside the door, bowing the moment they entered.  “Lord Gallifrey, Lady Gallifrey,” the closer of the two spoke first, smiling nervously.  “Welcome home.”  He was an odd-looking man, surprisingly short and nearly as wide, bald, but with a kind air about him.  “How was your trip up?”

“Well, Nardole, thank you,” Malcolm answered easily.  “Rose, this is Nardole- he’s the butler.”

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Rose offered.  “Hello.”

“My lady.”  With another slight bow, he turned back to Malcolm.  “Shall I see to your things, my lord?”

“Yes, Nardole, thank you.”

He scurried off out the door, and it hadn’t fully shut behind him before she could hear him instructing Ross to unload the car in a firm and authoritative voice she wouldn’t have guessed him capable of.  Trying not to smile for fear of seeming rude, she turned to the second man, breath catching.  Blimey, he’s gorgeous.  He was almost the direct opposite of Nardole; at least six foot, he looked fit and trim, even in somewhat-dorky looking laborer clothing.

“Lord Gallifrey,” he said formally, bowing slightly before turning to face Rose.  His eyes widened and a smile grew, and when he said “Lady Gallifrey” it was in a far more flirty tone.

“Hello.”  Tamping down a blush, she tried to remain detached, as if she couldn’t get lost in his clear blue eyes, or her fingers weren’t itching to run through his dark locks.  “How do you do?”

“Stop that,” Malcolm barked, and she looked at him startled only to find he was staring at the other man with an exasperated expression.

“I’m just saying ‘hello’!” the man protested, stance easing, and she realized that this must be Jack, Malcolm’s American cousin and presumptive heir.  He’d explained on the way up that the Estate could only go to male heirs, and when Jack was twenty and causing a ruckus at home, was sent back to the ancestral estate to get his head on right, and stayed.  Malcolm had called him a ‘bit of a flirt’ – based on first glances, that seemed to be an understatement.  “It’s not illegal!”

Malcolm sighed, a tad overdramatically, and rolled his eyes at Rose.  “My cousin, Jack,” he said unnecessarily.  “Don’t be fooled by his pretty words- he’s not the long-term relationship type.  Meaning twenty-four hours or longer.”

Jack scoffed.  “One- not true.  My shortest relationship was the amazing long weekend I spent in Rio in college with my roommate and his girlfriend.  Two- I am in a relationship, thank you very much.”

“I know- you think just because I’m in London I’m out of the loop?  Please.” Malcolm turned to Rose, explaining, “He and our chef, Ianto, have been together for several years now.”

“And to think, you made so many snarky comments about me boinking the staff,” Jack snickered.  “Only time will tell indeed.”

Malcolm’s ears turned red, and he coughed.  “Anyway, Jack will be taking us through the grounds tomorrow, catching me up and giving you a tour at the same time.  For now, though, he has things to see to.”

“Actually-”

A narrowed-eye stare from Malcolm silenced Jack, and with a wink and wave, he slipped around them and disappeared out the back door.

“Now,” Malcolm said, once they were alone, “how about a brief tour while they bring our things in?”

“Sounds brilliant.”

-

Despite being a rather brief overview, Rose’s head was spinning with information by the time they climbed the main staircase up to the second floor.  It was an eclectic mix of old and new, much in the same way the townhouse was; it felt new and strange but like home all at once.

“So, up here are the family rooms,” Malcolm continued, “they’ll be much more modern and familiar.  In the eighties Wallace had toyed with opening the house up to the public, or maybe turning it into a bed and breakfast to generate income, and he had some work done to that effect, mainly modernizing the bedrooms, but in the end changed his mind and kept it private.  A lot of that had to do with the distillery opening and- well, to be perfectly frank, there’s nothing interesting here.  No real draw.  Homes like these are a dime a dozen, ones with much more historical interest.  We do open the gardens in the winter and spring, though, for a few quid- they decorate for Christmas and Hogmanay, leaving the lights up through Burns Night, then open again when the flowers bloom.  It’s beautiful.”

“I bet,” Rose murmured when he paused for breath.  “So far, I’m impressed.”

He grinned.  “Good.”  Dramatically swinging open a door, he said, “And these are the rooms of the lady of the house.”

Rose poked her head in, eyes widening.  “It’s gorgeous!”  The room was of a reasonable size, but it faced the gardens; even from the door, she could see out the windows to the bright flowers and trees.  A four-poster bed sat along the wall backing to the hallway, and she could just imagine waking up and being able to look outside as soon as she opened her eyes – if she were a morning person.  More like I’d groan and pull another pillow over my head.  She didn’t notice her suitcase, and wasn’t sure if it was already emptied and put away, or if her things were in Malcolm’s room(s?) – he did say ‘lady of the house’.

“Er, anyway,” Malcolm said, as if slightly surprised, “my rooms are next door.”  Closing the door behind him he led the way the few meters down the hall, Rose trailing behind him, frowning. 

Was he expecting my stuff to be there?  Then, a disappointing thought- Was last night a one-time thing?  Does he not want to share a room?  Then, even worse- He better fucking not think he’s gonna come into my room and ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ and go back to his own.  Or that I’ll do that.  I’m not a bloody booty call.

“Here we are,” he opened the next door, “and good, our things are here.  I think we’ve got about twenty minutes until lunch will be served, so we can freshen up.  What do you think?”

Rose followed him into the room; it was similar to ‘hers’, with more of a masculine feel to it, but it still overlooked the gardens.  The bed did look inviting, like something out of a historical romance, and she certainly wouldn’t mind getting friendly in it.  “Very nice,” she said, when she realized he was waiting for her approval.  “I like it.”

Coming around the end of the bed she found his backpack and her carrybag perched on the settee there, and following a hunch, she opened the large armoire to find her clothes already neatly hung up and sharing the space with Malcolm’s.  Like a real couple.  The thought made her heart flutter, and she turned back to find he was gone.

“Malcolm?”

“Loo,” he called back.  “One minute.”

When he exited he joined her at the window, looking out.  In the distance, she could see a few people strolling the garden paths.  “So, they put your things in here,” he said somewhat awkwardly.  “If you’re not comfortable with that, we can have them moved next door.”

“Is there a reason I should be uncomfortable?”  She didn’t look at him, but tensed in anticipation of his answer.

A hand gently settled on her shoulder, as if uncertain the touch was welcome.  “No, but…  I don’t want you to think…  After last night…”  They were interrupted by a knock, and he sighed in frustration, hand dropping.  “Yes?”

“Lunch will be served at your pleasure, my lord,” a female voice called.

“Thank you, we’ll be down shortly.”

Rose turned, but he caught her arm, letting her go almost immediately.

“I don’t have any expectations,” he said quietly.  “Just because we- I don’t expect- That’s not- I won’t lie and say I don’t want to, but more than that, I don’t want you to feel any pressure to do anything.  I don’t expect sex just because we might sleep in the same bed.  I want you to feel happy, and comfortable, and safe here.  No expectations.  Okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, before catching her tongue between her teeth.  “But you’re also saying that if I jump you, you’re down for it.”

A smile stretched across his face.  “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Good to know.”  Grinning, she turned towards the door.  “Now, didn’t you say something about chips?”

-

As promised lunch was fish and chips (and beer), but it was the fanciest fish and chips she’d ever had.  Served on fine china it was still wrapped in newspaper, but the dichotomy was so great she just sat for several moments, staring.  “What-”

“It’s good,” Malcolm encouraged, picking his up and biting into it as if they were sitting on the couch in his office with takeaway from the local chippy.  “Go on.”

They were seated across from each other, at the center of a long formal dining table, a server standing by the door as if just waiting for the opportunity to serve.  Casting him a nervous glance, she leaned forward and whispered to Malcolm, “But it’s so fancy.”

“So?”

As much as Jackie would like to forget, they hadn’t always been rich.  Rose had been born to a struggling twenty-year-old couple barely making rent on an Estate flat, and was seven when Pete got lucky with his business, and they were able to move up in life.  She’d always been taught that fine things were meant to be saved, to be used sparingly and only for special occasions.

“It just… seems like it should be saved for something special,” she shrugged one shoulder, eyeing the food warily.  It almost felt like a test.

Malcolm set his fish down, finishing his bite before leaning towards her.  “That’s a valid way of looking at it,” he acknowledged, “and I think that’s one of the differences between new money and old money.  How I see it is this- everything is meant to be used.  Yes, this is very nice china, but it does no good sitting on a shelf looking pretty and never being touched.  It should be enjoyed.  And sometimes, using something special on a mundane thing makes the mundane thing special- you’ve had your fair share of fish and chips in your life, but I’ll wager this is an instance you’ll never forget.”

“That’s true,” she agreed hesitantly.  “But-”

“The experience you have using the item is worth far more in the long run than the item itself.  Now, it’s all getting cold, and it’s the best damn fish and chips you’ll ever have, so- eat up.”

Capitulating, she gingerly lifted the newspaper-wrapped fish to her mouth, and bit in.  “Oh my God,” she moaned, “it’s so good.”

“See?”

She opened eyes she didn’t know had closed to find him watching her, looking too self-pleased to suit her.  “Shut up.”

He just smirked, popping a chip in his mouth.  “As fresh and homemade as it gets- potatoes from the garden, and fish from the Kyle.  Caught this morning, I’d wager.”

“Yes, my lord,” the server spoke from his spot in the corner when Malcolm’s glance cut over to him.  “I believe Jack caught them himself.”

“I’m sure he did.  Thank you.”  Malcolm grinned at Rose.  “What do you think so far?”

“I think…”  Rose stopped chewing, looking around the imposing formal dining room and down at her plate, before smiling back at him.  “I think it’s wonderful.”

“So do I.”  He lifted his beer towards her in a toast.  “Welcome to Scotland, Rose Tyler.”

“Glad to be here.”  She really, really was.

#bbatcfic #ficandchips #Doctor Who #doctorroseprompts #Human!12xRose #Human!Twelfth Doctor #Rose Tyler #Human AU #AU #The Nuptial Necessity

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Not Your Typical Woman-Jax Teller x Reader

(GIF credit to @charliehunnamxo)

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Summary: requested by anonymous: ‘Okay first of all you are amazing second of all I was kinda hoping you could write a one shot, or fanfiction (whatever you like cause I know it will be awesome either way) where the reader is looking for a job as a mechanic at TM where she gets the job an ends up patching in Mabey getting into a fight with a few crow eaters over Jax who she eventually ends up with thank you so much you are amazing 😍😍’

(A/N: Just changed it slightly, but I hope it’s still what you wanted)

Characters: Jax Teller x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name  (Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Swearing, bitchiness

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Pulling into the parking lot, I smiled to myself as I looked at my new place of work. All my life I had grown up helping my dad work on his car and motorbikes, it just seemed natural to me. Whereas my sister was the typical girly-girl, playing with her dolls and dressing up, I would roll in covered in oil or mud, helping carry the tool box around; I giggled as I thought back to that time, we were so different yet had the strongest bond. This was all I wanted. A simple mechanic job, surrounded by what I loved doing. I had grown up in Charming too, I could never leave this place. 

Confidently strolling towards the office, I kept my head held high as I realised that this place was mostly run by men. Shame really, we needed more women in this industry.

“Hey, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” Gemma, the woman who interviewed me called out.

“Yeah, hi!” I said back, shaking her hand.

“Good to see you again, congrats on getting the job.”

“Thank you. I brought those papers you asked for.”

“Great, let’s show you around.”

I had instantly liked Gemma when she first interviewed me, but now I was more sure than ever that she would be a good boss. Her attitude was just amazing, I loved how she was clearly the boss who ran the place, the men respected her too. After showing me where everything was, we ended up back outside, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the bikes lined up.

“You got one of your own?” she asked me.

“No, used to. Had to sell it unfortunately, but my dad had one too. They’re beautiful.”

She chuckled.“You know who we are, don’t you?”

I nodded.“Yeah, you’re an MC, Sons of Anarchy to be exact.”

“I’m assuming that’s what attracted you to the job?”

I laughed at that.“No, it’s just a perk.”

My dad had always told me of this MC, almost praising them sometimes. My mom on the other hand, not so much; she could see that they were helping their community, their family, but of course, this couldn’t outweigh the amount of illegal shit they got up to. I always found it exciting. That was something me and my sister had in common, we loved the bad boy look (as most girls do at some stage in their lives), and these men were just the right bunch for us to crush on. Being in an MC interested me. I didn’t know whether it was the danger, the mechanical side, or how close they all were that pulled me towards that life. And here I was, working for them.

“I think you’re going to be just fine here. Hey, I know it’s sudden, but would you mind covering someone’s shift this afternoon? It’s in an hour but he’s called in sick and I need this job doing today.”

“No problem. Might as well get going whilst I’m here.”

I changed into the overalls, pulling down the top half and tying the arms around my waist before throwing my hair up in a ponytail. Normally I was a very confident person, but nerves were starting to kick in. I had only ever worked on cars and such by myself or with my dad, and although I had the degrees necessary, I could feel doubt starting to creep in; it wasn’t a nice feeling.

“Hey, are you supposed to be in here?” I heard someone say behind me as I shut my locker.

“Uh,” I turned around, greeted by a handsome, blonde man,“yeah, I just started today.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, too used to saying that.”

“You’re too used to asking women if they should be in here?”

“Sorry, ignore that. I’m Jax.”

I shook his hand.“(Y/N).”

He looked me up and down before turning away, making me smile. I wasn’t going to lie, I was flattered that someone as gorgeous as him was checking me out. As he turned around, I couldn’t help but stare at his kutte, admiring it slightly. He must have noticed because as he took it off, he looked at me over his shoulder.

“Gotta admit, the chicks dig it.”

“I think I dig it for different reasons.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve always wanted to be in an MC, ever since my dad first introduced me to bikes.”

“Really? Don’t see many women wanting that...actually there aren’t any women patched in.”

“What?! Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it just hasn’t happened yet.”

I thought for a moment, a slow smile appearing on my face.“What does it take to get patched in?”

“You serious? You got any idea the shit you got to go through?”

“No, that’s why I’m asking.”

“Uh...listen, I’m the President of this MC-”

“Oh, shit. This isn’t a good start is it?”

“Look, the fact I’ve never even heard of a woman being patched in means that it’s there for a reason.”

“I mean, it could be that a bunch of males just made that rule because that’s what men were, and sometimes still, are like.”

He nodded to me.“Yeah, it could be. I would have to look into it.”

“So that’s not a no?”

“It’s not a yes.” he smirked.“I’ve literally just met you, I shouldn’t even be considering it.”

“Hm, what does that tell you about me?”

I winked at him, sultry leaving the room with a new found confidence, adrenaline pumping through my veins. With confidence practically radiating off me, I was greeted with another Son, Juice, who was told to show me the ropes before I started working. I was easily able to joke with him as he showed me around, introducing me to everyone else that was there. It seemed easy, everything was where it would usually be, and I just wanted to get started. Once he left, I instantly started working, fully focused on the work in front of me.

As I would bend over the bonnet or lean down to grab another tool, I would notice some of the other men staring; there were those that tried to hide it, others didn’t care if I had seen them. Sometimes I would stare back, instantly causing them to look away, which always made me laugh. They were all working for the Sons of Anarchy, a notorious biker gang, they dealt with illegal stuff daily, yet somehow the presence of a woman made them nervous. 

The weeks flew by, and I couldn’t express how much I was loving my job. Not only was I passionate about my work, the people around me became like a second family. It was so easy to fit in with them. When I told my dad everything, instead of being concerned that his daughter was affiliated with a gang, he was excited, asking me tonnes of questions, as if they were celebrities. But I started noticing that I would be given different tasks to the other workers, ones not involving the garage. It was usually Jax who gave the orders, pulling me away from whatever I was working on to ask a favour. I would go with other members for small tasks, like collecting payments; this definitely wasn’t in my job description. These tasks kept appearing, and I was starting to get an incline that something was going to change for me. 

Like any other working day, I turned up to work, hanging up my belongings and checking my appearance. I heard someone else enter, making me smile as I went to greet them.

“Morning Jax.” I beamed.

“You’re needed, now.” He said coldly, a dark look on his face.

My smile instantly disappeared.“Oh, for what?”

He didn’t say anything, only gesturing with his head to follow. Nerves started to build in my stomach. Had I done something wrong? What could I have possibly done? Did a job go bad? Was a customer unhappy? Numerous scenarios whizzed through my mind as I followed him to their meeting room, where they had their ‘church’ meetings. I could see all of the club members sat around the table. This was serious.

“Stand over there.” Jax ordered, sitting at the head of the table as I stood opposite.

It went silent, all of the men looking at me intensely.

“Look, we appreciate all you do. It’s clear to see that you’re a hard worker, you know what you’re doing. But I’m afraid that isn’t enough.”

I clasped my hands together, gripping onto them tightly as I listened.

“We’re gonna have to put more on you, show us that you really want to do this.”

I felt something slap onto my back, slinging around my shoulders. I jumped slightly, grabbing onto the material before it slipped off. As I brought it in front of my eyes, my mouth dropped open in shock, disbelief strewn across my face.

“No fucking way!” I exclaimed.

They had handed me a kutte, stating that I was a prospect to the Sons of Anarchy! I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming.

“It’s official, you’re our newest prospect. Means we get to boss you around a lot more.” Jax smirked.

“You’re all assholes, I was about to start crying.” I scoffed as I put it on.

“Looking good lass.” Chibs called out.

“How come I can become a prospect? I thought women couldn’t be one?”

Jax explained,“Well, the way we see it, the rules are old fashioned. I could tell that you were serious about it too. You’re our guinea pig.”

Congratulations were passed around to me as the meeting adjourned, smiles on everyone’s faces. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked fucking sexy and powerful with this kutte, it was a new part of my life and who I would be.

“I’ve got your first order actually.” Jax, who hadn’t left the room, said.

“Oh? And what would that be, Mr President?”

“For your ass to be at this clubhouse tonight for a party.”

“I think I can manage that.”

“And wear the kutte. Don’ know why I’ve not let a girl wear it before.”

“Glad you like it just as much as I do.”

His teasing tone stopped for a moment.“You do know how serious this is, don’t you?” 

I nodded.“Yes, and I wouldn’t put myself in this position otherwise.”

Once I finsihed my shift, I sped home, racking my brain to think of something to wear. My first party and first time being a prospect, it was daunting. I was making history here, being the first woman prospect. They had seen something in me, and I was going to prove that I was worth the title and much more. 

Checking myself out once more in the mirror, I took yet another picture of me, still not over how I looked; I had done an amazing job of getting glammed up. Jax had offered to take me to the party, even though I could easily travel there myself. Looking over the selfies I just took, I giggled as I sent one to him, along with the message that I was finally ready. I must have received the world’s fastest reply, he was on his way. 

“Someone’s out to impress tonight.” Jax commented after giving me a wolf whistle as I stepped outside.

I gave a little spin, taking the helmet from his outstretched hand.“Don’t I always? Come on, let’s get going, I’m in desperate need of a drink.”

For the first hour, Jax stayed by my side. His hand was around my waist, not caring what it looked like to others. Instead of it embarrassing me or making me uncomfortable, I relished in the fact that he was paying attention to me. Jax lured me in. I didn’t know everything about him, hardly anything actually but that made me want to know him more; he was interesting to me, not to mention undeniably hot. I felt a little lost when he left me for a moment, but I had to remain confident. I was a prospect, and although we had to earn respect, I didn’t want to come off as someone who would just roll over when someone told me to. Especially when two crow eaters approached me, as if I were some sort of prey.

“Isn’t this funny Jackie? The sons must be playing a practical joke.” one spoke.

Jackie obnoxiously cackled.“Oh god, it’s pathetic how she craves so much attention.”

Hypocrites.

“Can I help you?” I snapped.

“Oh, no. We’re just enjoying the entertainment for the evening.”

“Do you honestly have nothing better to do when you aren’t being used as a sex toy?”

“Listen sweetie, I don’t know why they’ve let you become a prospect, quite tragic actually; makes you more frigid than you already are.”

“How would you know what frigid means?”

“You have to respect us. We’re part of the club.”

“No, you’re really not. I work for patched in club members, and the only woman I’ll ever take orders from is Gemma. Stop kidding yourselves and just get on with whatever it is you do.”

“I’ll be telling Jax about this....once we’ve had our fun.”

No, Jax and I weren’t an item, we hadn’t even spoke about anything remotely close to that. She was trying to push my buttons, and although deep down it was working, I masked that.

“You do that. Now let me get on with my night.”

I turned away, leaning against the end of the bar. My hopes of them leaving were false, making me roll my eyes as they came up with more cute comebacks. That’s when I spotted a crate of beers on the floor, giving me a slightly petty idea. Picking up one, I shook it, turning back to face the girls.

“Look, you’re bitchy comments are great, they’re really making me sad,” I sarcastically said, pouting slightly,“but I really think you should cool off.”

I opened the bottle, letting it spray all over the whores. It soaked their skimpy dresses, their squealing grabbing the attention of everyone. It was silent for only a moment before laughing and yelling followed. I laughed too, really wishing that I had done something more to them. They whined as they rushed off, and that was when I knew I had made some enemies. But before I could celebrate my victory, I was harshly yanked out of the room. I panicked as I saw that it was Jax. Shit, was I really not supposed to do that? Should I have been the bigger person?

As he pushed me up against a wall, I could hear how heavy his breathing was.“That was fucking hot.”

“What?” I breathed out.

“Back there, what you did. Everyday I get more and more attracted to you.”

“J-Jax, are you serious?”

“Yes, look if you don’t want this then just say-”

I quickly grabbed his hand, it was my turn to drag him into another room.“Fuck yes, say no more.”

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[dragonfics]

Faithful - Chapter 5

Chapter Title: The only fish for me

Summary: Edge and Rus's intimacy is becoming more... well, intimate. And Rus finally meets Edge's Soulmate. Also, smut!

Tags: (Dystopian) Soulmate AU, Discrimination, Sex work, Fell/Tale-verse dynamics, Work Inappropriate, LV issues, Illegal relationship/Forbidden love

Chapter Warnings: Heavy drinking and intoxication. Overall though, very light-hearted.

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It became regular practice for Edge to meet Rus at the train station before walking him back to his place. The first few times he’d done it, Rus had protested adamantly. He knew why Edge insisted upon it—and no, he wasn’t fragile and helpless, he could walk ten bloody minutes alone thank you very much. But… it wasn’t all that bad having Edge by his side. He still walked like an officer on duty, but Rus had grown to find it endearing, rather than unsettling. They didn’t always talk, but the silence was comfortable. So, grudgingly, Rus allowed it.

Tonight, Edge was dressed down for the warm weather; t-shirt and jeans. Rus eyed him up and down as they walked. “you look nice,” he remarked, glancing at the red mark on his arm. He scratched at the piece of silk cloth around his own wrist. “special occasion?”

Edge eyed him. “Yes, actually, I have a date.”

“ooh, how exciting. good-looking?”

“… Indeed.” Edge lifted a brow at him. “In fact, I intend on taking him to bed with me. He has quite a pretty voice, so I’d like to test it out on my name.”

Rus snorted, blushing. “lucky guy.” When they reached the house, he strode through the living room and sprawled himself across the sofa, letting his knees fall apart. “now, if i recall correctly, you mentioned before that this sofa was reserved for oral sex and drinking tea.” He grinned as Edge raised a brow bone, and flicked his tongue across his teeth. “guess which one is on my mind?”

Humming, Edge leaned over the back of the couch. “As much as I’d like to put the kettle on,” he said, reaching down to stroke Rus’s jaw, “your mouth looks far too tempting for me to resist.”

Magic rippled through Rus, sinking to his pelvis. He sat up and caught Edge’s face in his hands, drawing him down for a kiss. Edge sighed into his mouth and caressed the back of Rus’s neck.

When they broke apart, Edge climbed over the couch and sat down, pulling Rus into his lap. Rus clutched onto him as he crushed their bodies together. He licked Rus’s jaw and scraped his teeth over his vertebrae. “Let me see you on your knees, love,” he murmured against his neck.

Rus shuddered and slid off the couch. He looked up at Edge and pressed his head into his lap. Edge sighed, stroking his cheekbone. “Gorgeous.” Rus ran his hand up Edge’s thigh and pressed his thumb against the bulge of his jeans. Warm magic bloomed beneath his hand, and Edge inhaled. “Fates, I want you.”

Rus swallowed, hurriedly unbuckling Edge’s belt and pulling his cock free. He brushed the tip with his thumb and looked up. Edge was watching him with deep interest. He stroked the back of his skull and Rus leaned down, running his tongue over the head. Edge sighed and leaned back. “feel nice?” Rus asked. Edge nodded, magic trickling between the vertebrae of his neck. “hmm, you taste good too.” Rus licked along the side of Edge’s cock, gripping the base.

“Oh.” Edge grasped at the cushions as Rus took him in his mouth and began to bob his head. “Oh, you have a lovely mouth.”

Rus laughed quietly, kissing Edge’s upper femur. He ran his tongue over the slit of his cock, then took him deep. There was something very satisfying about the heavy breaths and soft groans he was rewarded with. He slid off Edge’s cock a moment and rested his head in his lap, looking up at him. Edge exhaled a breath of laughter. “You don’t get to look at me like that, Tale-verse. Not when your pretty mouth is wrapped around my cock.” He leaned down and stroked Rus’s cheekbone, kissing his forehead. “You’re so beautiful on your knees.”

“i must say, i quite enjoy you from this angle as well,” Rus said, palming Edge’s cock. He leaned in and licked it from the base to the tip. Edge’s hand locked around his shoulder.

“Please, Rus, please. Fates and stars, I need—I need—”

“what do you need, precious?” Rus asked softly, planting a light kiss on Edge’s hip. “you want to fuck my mouth?” Edge shuddered, and Rus smiled. “you want to see how deep i can take you? how warm my throat is?”

Edge wiped his hand across his face, growling. “Fuck, Rus. Just do it. Please.”

Rus grinned at him. “you’re so hot like this, edgelord.” He held Edge’s cock at the base and slowly took him into his mouth. He bobbed his head languidly, smoothing his thumb over Edge’s inner femur.

“Fates, oh Fates, Rus.” Edge moaned as he began to speed up, sinking deeper. “Oh that feels amazing. Oh fuck.” Edge held onto Rus’s shoulder and braced his other hand on the back of his skull, encouraging him to go further. Rus obliged, and Edge’s cock pressed against the back of his throat. Edge panted, bucking his hips gently. “Fuck, I’m so close. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

When the pressure on his throat became too much, Rus pulled back, coughing. “Oh, sweetheart…” Edge stroked his cheek, sighing. “You did so well. You’re amazing, Rus. You’re incredible.”

Rus licked his teeth, grinning at Edge. “where do you want it, precious?”

Edge opened his mouth, cheekbones flushed. “I—”

“in my mouth? on my face?” Rus sat up and leaned into Edge, running his teeth along his jaw. “or do you want to wait until you’re inside me?” He felt Edge’s cock twitch in his hand.

“I want… I want to see you swallow it,” Edge growled softly, and his hold on Rus became rougher. Rus’s cunt ached. Fuck, he needed Edge badly.

He sank back to his knees and nipped Edge’s iliac crest before dropping his head and slowly taking him into his mouth again. “Just like that,” Edge breathed as he bobbed his head. “Fates, I’m going to come, Rus. Oh sweetheart, oh…” Rus took him deep and Edge pressed his head down, holding him there while he thrust into his mouth—once, twice—then came on the third.

Hot magic flooded Rus’s throat and he swallowed, then slowly sat up. Debauched, Edge lay back, sweat on his brow, magic burning in his cheekbones. “Fates,” he breathed. “I…” He looked at Rus then reached for him, pulling him into his lap and kissing him hard. “You are. Absolutely incredible.”

“so it would seem.” Rus smirked, touching Edge’s softening cock, still wet with cum and saliva. He settled into Edge’s lap and pressed his mouth against his jaw, inhaling. “fuck, i enjoyed that. you’re—very sexy when you let yourself go like that.”

Edge hummed, turning his head so their mouths met. “Is that so?” he murmured. “I wonder…” He pressed his fingers into Rus’s crotch, where his cunt throbbed. “What noises would you make with my tongue inside you?”

“hmm...” Rus shut his eyes, trembling as Edge gently worked open his jeans. He pressed his thumb against Rus’s cunt. “why don’t you find out, precious?” Rus purred.

“Fuck, you’re wet already,” Edge said, rubbing his clit. “Open your eyes, Rus. Look at me.” Edge’s burning eye-lights were fixed on Rus’s face. He slipped a finger inside him, curling it and finding a sweet spot. Rus struggled to keep a straight face, whimpering when Edge began to play with his clit again. “Beautiful,” Edge whispered, kissing his neck. “Let’s get you on your back, sweetheart.”

He lowered Rus onto the couch and crawled between his legs, pulling his jeans down around his ankles. His cock still hung out of his pants, half-hard. After removing Rus’s jeans entirely, he crouched between his femurs, nuzzling his pelvis. He pressed his tongue against Rus’s clit and Rus gasped, wrapping his legs around his shoulders. He caught a glimmer of a smile on Edge’s face before he buried it between his legs.

“oh, fuck!” Rus pressed a hand over his mouth, which Edge pried off at once.

“Don’t you dare hide from me, love, let me hear you.” He slipped a hand beneath Rus’s shirt, playing with his ribs as he licked his clit. Rus moaned, a string of curses falling from his mouth. Edge hummed and pressed his tongue inside Rus.

“oh, oh, fates.” Rus gasped for breath as Edge’s tongue pushed deep, pleasure pulsing through him in heated bursts. He cried out when Edge began to stimulate his clit with his finger, working him with slow, light touches. He moved his hand over the back of Edge’s skull, dragging his fingers across the bone. “fuck,” he panted, “oh fucking fates, edge, i’m going to come.”

Grunting, Edge pushed his tongue against just the right place inside Rus, making him whine. “ah, fuck, edge!” Rus squeezed Edge’s shoulders with his legs as he climaxed, magic quivering through his body. “oh…” He groaned as Edge sat up, leaning in to kiss him. He was trembling, and Edge pulled him into his arms, cradling his head against his chest.

“I was right,” he said, kissing Rus’s jaw. “You do sound very pretty when you say my name like that.” He smiled with soft amusement.

Rus wiped a hand over his skull, catching a trickle of sweat, then lifted his finger at Edge. “fuck you. that was amazing.”

Edge laughed softly and kissed the crown of Rus’s skull. He hummed and held their bodies together, inhaling Rus. “You feel good,” he sighed.

Rus could feel the hard press of Edge’s magic against his bare leg. He snorted, squeezing his inner femur. “clearly.”

“Not that,” Edge said, shaking his head. “Well… yes, that. But…” He hoisted Rus up and rested his head against his chest. “This too. You feel nice, Tale-verse. Always. So nice.”

Rus breathed deeply and pushed himself into Edge’s arms, pressing his face into the nape of his neck. He could feel magic pulsing off Edge. Calm waves of warmth. So different to the usual sharpness he projected. It was almost uncanny seeing Edge so tender. Almost. In truth, Rus could think of nothing sweeter than Edge allowing himself to be this vulnerable. And just for him.

Breathing out, Edge shifted, lifting one of Rus’s legs and wrapping it around his hips. His cock had grown hard again, and he pushed it against the folds of Rus’s cunt. His breaths were soft against Rus’s neck, and he trailed kisses down to his collarbone, nipping gently. Rus leaned into him sleepily and wrapped both his legs around Edge’s waist. Edge ground into him, his breathing growing heavier. Holding him close, he slowly pushed into him.

It wasn’t much like any of their previous sessions. Edge liked it rough, often fast. He hired Rus to remedy his LV—to act as an outlet for his urges. But this was… soft. Slow. Intimate. Edge rocked into Rus without haste, their bodies tangled together. This wasn’t a responsibility Rus was performing. This wasn’t a service or a duty. This was… something else.

Rus whimpered against Edge’s shoulder. He pressed his face into his neck, teeth clenched, breath quick. Edge was gentle, careful. He kissed Rus’s jaw and neck, breathing heavily against him. Rus could feel the magic of Edge’s projections. Soft and considerate. Caring. Adoring.

Rus came clinging to Edge’s back while Edge slowly thrust into him. He gasped Edge’s name, face buried in his neck. He felt the warmth of Edge’s magic releasing inside him and groaned, holding him tighter. “Thank you, Rus,” Edge gasped, trailing kisses down his neck and chest. “Fates, thank you.”

  “You should meet my Soulmate.”

Rus glanced up from his shoelaces, blinking. “what?”

“I mean—” Edge cleared his throat, looking away to straighten his shirt in the mirror. “Only if you’d like to, of course. I’d like you to meet her. I think she’d like to meet you, too. At least, she said she would. But. Only if you want to. Of course.” He turned away and began rearranging the candles on the mantelpiece. Rus smiled slowly, standing up.

“she wants to meet me?”

“Yes, of course,” Edge said without turning around. His voice was tight. “We—she talks about you all the time.”

Rus held back a grin. “she talks about me?”

“We—we talk about you.” Even with his back turned, Rus could picture Edge’s frown. “Sometimes. Not often. When your existence comes up. Which is seldom. We’ve only mentioned you once or twice, to be frank.” His cheekbones were glowing.

Rus placed a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. “well, we’d better change that,” he said, giving Edge a sly look. “i’m worth far more than only a mention or two.”

“So… you’d like to meet her?”

“i’d love to.”

Visible relief crossed Edge’s features. Not quite a smile, but… not a frown, which was something for Edge. “That’s—that’s wonderful. How is Monday night? We usually meet for drinks at a bar further downtown after work.”

“monday is—” Rus’s soul twisted as a thought struck him. He swallowed. “actually... i work on mondays.” Edge’s face fell and the knot in Rus’s chest tightened.

“Right. Of course. I should have realised.” He spoke stiffly. “That’s. Fine. I should have—I’m sorry.” He turned away and Rus chewed his tongue, slumping.

“i—i only start work at nine,” he tried. “we could… meet earlier, maybe?”

Edge hesitated, considering. “That would be nice, I think,” he said slowly.

“great, i look forward to it.” Rus beamed.

Edge did smile then. “Yes. Yes, so do I.”

 ****

 Rus hadn’t understood why Edge had insisted on escorting him to the bar himself until they reached the neighbourhood—perhaps best described as Fell-verse territory. They got off the train at the last stop. The quality of train stations declined the further you travelled—and this one remained true to the formula. Plaster peeling off the walls; litter scattered across the tracks; the smell of smoke and oil thick in the air. Edge took Rus by the arm as they walked onto the street. In another time and another place, Rus might have protested the gesture. But as it was, he was very grateful for Edge’s presence. Not that he came here often, but this side of town had always struck him as… unwelcoming.

When the Tale-verse Council of Four had decided to invite the Fell-verse monsters into their city, most of them had refused to live by the Laws of Fate, and the rules that governed Soulmates. A group of them had broken off and formed their own community in a less-travelled sector of the city. They were still under the city’s jurisdiction, and still technically had to obey their laws. But apart from the occasional police patrol, few bothered interfering with the activity that went on in the so-called ‘Fell’ sector.

The street was eerily silent. It made chills run down Rus’s spine, and the darkness only unsettled him further. So unnatural. Few streetlights—and fewer still were the Soulmates. Monsters spoke in lowered voices and behind cupped hands. Figures lingered in the shadows of alleyways, and Rus could feel eyes following him down the footpath. When a shout rang out from somewhere behind them, he froze abruptly, but Edge ushered him along.

Very few of the monsters were glowing. The lack of colour was unsettling. It left the street feeling barren. Sure, the constant bombardment of Soulmates was annoying as fuck, but this… It didn’t bother Rus. Not really. Except it was so strange. He held onto Edge’s arm and tried not to think about the looks he was receiving. He was so used to fading into the background, being the heart of attention was unnerving. For once in his life, he was the glowing beacon.

There was a prominent spark of LOVE in the air. It was almost oppressive. Far more than Rus was used to with individual clients, even Edge. It hung around them like an intoxicating cloud of smoke—or a crackle of electricity before an oncoming storm. Edge gave a group of rough, brow-beaten looking monsters a tight nod as he passed them, and squeezed Rus’s arm, murmuring, “Stay close to me.”

Rus glanced over his shoulder at the monsters and found their gazes on him. Their less than friendly gazes. He swallowed nervously and tightened his fingers around Edge’s arm. “these guys have it out for me or something?”

“Yes,” Edge said flatly.

“oh. well. alright then.”

“Tale-verse monsters aren’t very popular here,” Edge explained.

“should i... are you sure i should be here?” Rus swallowed, glancing over his shoulder again.

Edge smirked, giving his arm a squeeze. “Don’t worry, Tale-verse. You’re hardly a threat. No half-decent monster would lay a finger on you.” That wasn’t comforting in the least. Rus wanted to point out that very few of the monsters here appeared even a quarter-decent. Noticing Rus’s dubiety, Edge leaned in and whispered, “I’ll protect you.” Rus looked down and tried not to blush.

When they reached a busier street of the sector, Rus began to relax. The atmosphere was less foreboding and more… well, raunchy. Left and right, lights flashed, and monsters laughed, shouting merrily. Rus had little doubt alcohol was a player in their cheerful moods. The smell of it was strong, and every second building along the street appeared to be supplying it. He was alarmed by the number of monsters getting… comfortable with each other. Very few of them sported a Soulmates’ glow. And they were being so public about it. Rus was beginning to wonder if Edge had led him into an illegal red-light district.

They stopped outside what must have been the most popular establishment on the street. Monsters filed in and out, and Rus could hear music and laughter downstairs. ‘The Black Wolf’ was written over the door in glowing white letters. As they approached, the security guard narrowed his slitted yellow eyes at Rus. “He’s with me,” Edge said. “Captain’s orders.”

“Captain has some interesting tastes,” the bouncer said, looking Rus up and down. He squirmed against Edge’s side, staring at a crack in the pavement.

“No,” Edge said, pulling Rus closer. “I do.”

The guard gave a soft huff of laughter and shrugged. “Alright, Edge. Enjoy your night.”

Edge gave him a nod and led Rus downstairs. A strong musty smell filled Rus’s senses as they descended. The bar was thronging, and mellow music played from a corner. A few monsters glanced up as they walked in, greeting Edge and giving Rus curious looks. “Two ciders,” Edge said when they reached the bar. The wolf tending it gave him a questioning look, eyeing Rus.

“Interestin’ company,” she said.

“Is the Captain here yet?” Edge asked shortly.

The wolf raised her brows then poured their drinks. “She was hangin’ around here earlier. Dunno where she went.”

Edge nodded and took the drinks. “Thank you.” The wolf stayed where she was, watching Rus. “That’ll be all, Rom,” Edge said, giving her a hard stare.

“He yours?” Rom asked, nodding at Rus.

Edge’s hand curled around Rus’s arm. “He’s my friend, yes.” Rus swallowed and tapped his fingers on his glass, keeping silent.

“Make sure you keep an eye on him,” Rom said. “Easy to lose a pretty thing like that in a place like this.”

“Thank you, Rom,” Edge said wearily. “You can leave us now.”

With a final glance at Rus, Rom wandered towards the next patron. Edge drank his cider wordlessly. His hand was still around Rus’s forearm. Rus shuffled closer to him while he took a sip of his own drink. He grimaced. It was stronger than the cider he was used to. And bitter. He gulped it down regardless, determined not to let Edge see his distaste.

“You can relax,” Edge said. “No one here is going to hurt you.” His hand on Rus’s arm contradicted his words.

“yeah, i’m not exactly getting that vibe.”

“You’re only a curiosity. It’s not every day these poor fools see someone as pretty as you. They’ll grow bored of you eventually.” He looked at Rus and brushed a finger over his cheekbone. “At worst you’ll be propositioned. And I’m sure you’re used to that.”

Rus rolled his eye-lights—then flinched as a heavy arm slung over his shoulders. He felt a sudden spike in the LV in the vicinity. “So this is the monster from sweet-verse who’s been providing you with… gratification,” said a rough voice behind him. Rus froze and stared at Edge, who was swathed in a deep red glow. He wore a dull expression.

“Be nice, Undyne,” he said, sighing.

Rus glanced over his shoulder. The monster—Undyne—was grinning, baring her sharp yellow teeth. Her right eye was hidden beneath a patch, and Rus could see a thin trail of scar tissue cutting into her blue skin. His mildly intoxicated mind wanted to point out that she and Edge had more than one matching Soulmate mark. He was grateful he was sober enough to keep the words in his mouth. Her LV was high, though he didn’t dare check just how high, in case she took offence. He doubted her muscles were for show.

“Why?” Undyne said, flexing her arm around Rus’s shoulder. “Because you’re fucking him?”

Edge tilted his head and gave her a false smile. “How much have you had to drink?”

Undyne’s expression darkened, her yellow eye flashing. “You’re not on duty, rookie. Don’t police me.” Edge rolled his eyes and returned to his drink, finishing it and placing the empty glass on the bar. Rus noticed his was empty, too. He marvelled at himself for getting it all down. “So kid,” Undyne said, leaning against the bar beside Rus. “Rus, yeah? Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? I know you fuck people for a living. What’s that like?”

Beside him, Edge groaned. “For fuck’s sake—don’t scare him off ‘Dyne. We only just became friends.”

Undyne scoffed. “Hey, we’re trying to have a conversation here, Edgelord. Do you mind?” She turned back to Rus, giving him a deliberate look. “Seriously man. How is he in bed?”

“Lay off, you sardine,” Edge snapped.

Rus grinned, his head buzzing. “i’m afraid i can’t share those details,” he said remorsefully. “client confidentiality and all that.” Undyne looked disappointed, so he leaned in and whispered, “he’s a complete animal. bleats like a goat and everything.”

She snorted and slapped him on the shoulder, making him wince. “Hey Soulmate,” she said, looking at Edge. “Why doesn’t he have a drink in his hand?” Edge only sighed and gave her a flat look. Rus noticed with offence he’d ordered himself another drink. Why hadn’t he been offered one? “Hey sweetheart,” Undyne said, patting Rus’s face. “Let me buy you a drink.” Rus turned to Edge and grinned. Edge frowned and narrowed his sockets at Undyne. “Aw, don’t give me that look!” she said. “I’ll take care of him.”

Rus pouted. “pleeeease, edge?”

Exasperated, Edge rolled his eye-lights. “Fine. But none of the hard stuff, ‘Dyne. He’s…” Edge eyed Rus up and down. “Delicate.”

Rus scoffed and lifted his finger, but Undyne was already dragging him the other side of the bar. “So what’s your drink of choice, kiddo?”

“i, um…” Rus glanced over his shoulder at Edge, but his attention was elsewhere. “i guess i don’t really have one?”

Undyne shook her head, tutting. “Alright, punk. Let me introduce you to something we like to call the Fell concoction down here.”

Rus gave her a doubtful look. “is that something i’m going to regret drinking?”

“Eh. Probably. But you’re here to have fun, aren’t you?”

“i... have work in a few hours,” Rus said quietly. Again, he found his eyes wandering to Edge. He was watching them with a frown.

“Well then, we’d better make the most of the time you have before that,” Undyne said. Rus noticed her eye flickering to Edge, but she promptly returned her attention to the bar. “Hey Rom. We’ll take the Fell special.” Rom eyed Rus suspiciously, but didn’t probe, and returned with a thick red drink. Rus pulled a face. “Try not to focus on how it looks,” Undyne said. “Or tastes. But you’ll enjoy it, trust me.”

Tentatively, Rus took a sip. He gagged, covering his mouth. “fates, that’s awful,” he said hoarsely.

“Well you’ve gotta drink it quicker than that. It’ll go down easier.” Rus pinched his face and took a quick gulp. His throat burned, but he managed to keep it down.

He grimaced and shook his head. “fuck, what’s in it?”

Undyne leaned in and winked. “Secret Fell recipe.” Rus regarded her dubiously. “I try not to ask myself that question,” she said. Rus pulled a face, but took another swallow of the drink and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. He looked across the bar. Edge was having a conversation with another monster, his back turned on them. Even this far apart, wisps of red curled around him and Undyne.

“So how about we not think about lieutenant Edgy for a minute,” Undyne said, taking Rus’s arm and leading him away from the bar. “Let me introduce you to some of my friends.” She took him to a corner booth where a group of dogs were playing cards.

Rus swallowed as she guided him into a seat beside what must have been the largest monster at the table. In fairness, they were all rather robust. The wolf gave him a long look as he sat down, and Rus felt his insides shrivelling. He took a gulp of his drink, holding his breath to keep it down. He was relieved when Undyne sat next to him. “Boys, girls, this is Rus,” she said, squeezing his shoulder.

One of the hounds opposite Rus leered at him. “Oh good, you brought snacks,” she said with a grin and a flick of her tongue.

“Fuck off, ‘Ressa,” Undyne growled. “He’s a bud of mine.”

The hound beside ‘Ressa leaned forward and sniffed Rus. “He smells pretty.”

“Yeah, nice pickup. He’s Tale-verse. They’re all pretty. Anyone else got any wise remarks?” Rus took a sip of his drink—he was starting to get used to the foul burning taste. “Right then. Who’s up for a round?”

There were quiet grumbles of agreement. None of the other monsters seemed keen to challenge Undyne. Rus was suddenly very grateful for her presence. She spread a deck of cards across the table. “I’ll deal.”

Rus observed the game, rather than joining in. There seemed to be a betting system of sorts, but the game wasn’t anything he was familiar with, and he quickly lost track of who was winning. By the time Undyne let out a triumphant cry, he’d reached the bottom of his drink, and his head was spinning. He placed a hand over his mouth and hiccoughed.

Undyne beckoned to the other monsters. “Send it in, friends,” she said, as they grudgingly slid their G across the table.

The big wolf beside Rus nudged him in the ribs. He look up, blinking. “Didn’t happen ta catch her slippin’ aces out of her sleeve, did ya?” he asked. Rus glanced at Undyne, who was giving the wolf a complacent look, then slowly turned back.

“... no,” he said, concentrating hard on the word.

The wolf grunted. “Must’ve cheated some other way then.”

Undyne stuck her finger up at him. “Take the L, Ice.”

“Never,” Ice growled.

Emboldened by his drink, Rus cleared his throat. “can i play?” Around the table, the other monsters laughed. Rus glared. “do we discriminate at this table?” he asked irritably.

‘Ressa lifted her hands, shrugging. “I mean hey, if you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind stealing a few pieces of G off a piece of Tale.”

Rus stared at her, frowning. “Hey.” Undyne wrapped her arm around Rus’s shoulders. “Don’t steal from him. He’s already selling his body for money.” She threw Rus a wink and he scowled.

“because i enjoy it” he said firmly.

Undyne chuckled. “I’m sure you do.” When he scowled, she scuffed her hand over the top of his skull. “I’m messing with you, punk. I respect it.”

Beside him, Rus felt Ice’s hand creep around his waist. “So, Rus,” he murmured, leaning in. “What’re ya doin’ after this?”

Growling, Undyne smacked his hand away. “Watch yourself, dog. He’s spoken for.”

Ice lifted a brow. “Oh, really?”

“Yup. By the lieutenant.”

Rus’s soul jolted. The lieutenant—that was Edge. He looked across the room. Edge was still standing at the bar. “Woah there,” Ice said. “Your Soulmate is fuckin’ this? Now I know you’re havin’ me on.”

“oh, but he pays me very well!” Rus said, grinning proudly.

Undyne sighed. “Okay, kid. Let’s get you back to your boyfriend.” Rus stifled a laugh behind his hand as she dragged him from the booth.

“undyne,” he muttered, glancing back and forth. “he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Nope. But you’re drunk. So he gets to look after you now. I’m not responsible enough for this and he’d kill me if something happened to you.” She gave him an apologetic look. “Uh. Sorry ‘bout that drink by the way. You’re probably not gonna feel too good tomorrow. Didn’t realise you were that delicate.”

Rus leaned bodily into her as they approached the bar. Edge looked up, and his eyes fell onto Rus at once. “What did you give him, Undyne?” he asked, bewildered.

Undyne waved her hand. “Ngah, just a little Fell magic. He was looking too soft—anyway, have fun with him.” She deposited Rus in Edge’s arms and walked swiftly away. Rus leaned into Edge, listening to the vibrations of his chest as he spoke—though he couldn’t quite catch his words. Or their meaning, at least. Something about a fish bitch.

He slumped into him when he felt his body being lifted off the ground. Laughing softly, he buried his face in Edge’s neck. “we gonna have some fun?” he asked, licking Edge’s vertebrae with the tip of his tongue.

“I’m taking you home, Rus.”

“ooh, yeah you are. your place or mine?”

Edge was silent. Noise rushed past them, then a gust of cold air hit Rus’s face. He could hear traffic. Edge was asking him something. Rus hummed and buried his face further into his shoulder. “yeah…” he responded. Edge sighed and mumbled something Rus couldn’t hear.

The journey home passed in a blur. Rus recalled being carried into a taxi… maybe. He must have been asleep for most of the ride. Thankfully. He heard the creaking of iron, and then the familiar woody smell of Edge’s house.

“You can sleep in my bed tonight,” Edge said, lowering him onto the mattress and draping a blanket over him. “I’ll take the couch. Goodnight, Rus.”

“mm, you gonna stay with me?”

“We’re not having sex, Rus.”

“nah, but…” Rus blinked his eyes open slowly, looking at Edge. His shirt was crumpled and untucked, and the magic between his joints was dim. He looked tired. Rus reached for him. “stay with me?”

Edge sighed. “Rus…”

“please? i won’t… not for that. but i… want you to. please. you look all grumpy and i wanna make it better.”

There it was. The smallest of smiles. Rus could feel sleep pulling him down, but he forced himself to keep his eyes on Edge. At last Edge exhaled and nodded, sitting beside him. Rus shuffled his head into Edge’s lap and closed his eyes. “thank you,” he said softly, threading his fingers into Edge’s shirt.

Edge stroked his skull. “Alright, Rus.”

Rus burrowed himself deeper into Edge’s hold. He could feel the magic pumping slowly through him. He was warm. Rus purred quietly and held onto him. “your soulmate was nice.”

“No. She wasn’t. And she’s not allowed to be left alone with you again.”

“do you think she liked me?”

Edge hummed, running his thumb over Rus’s chin. “I think you’re a very difficult person not to like.”

“don’t lie. i’m an asshole.”

“You are. But I still like you.”

Rus smiled and pressed his face further into Edge. “hm. i like you too.”

Edge adjusted his position, sinking lower onto the bed so he could cradle Rus against his chest. “Go to sleep, Rus.”

“you’ll stay with me?”

“Of course.”

Rus breathed out and held onto Edge. “you’re so warm,” he slurred, drunk and sleepy. “so nice. nice edgelord.” He yawned and tucked his head beneath Edge’s arm. “night, edge.”

Edge stroked his face, his fingers light. He said something in response, but Rus was already asleep.

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[utautattooedghoul]

San Diego Here I Come! Chapter 3

A/N: Thank you guys for enjoying this series it means so much to me! Along with Chapter 3 I will be attempting to write the teaser for my series “Zero” which will be about my Spider-Man Homecoming OC so I hope you guys will enjoy that. BE PREPARED FOR A DRUNK READER TODAY! Just a heads up: The reader is 21. I was not planning on making the reader 20 or younger since I am 21 and I can legally drink I was already planning on making the reader 21 since I don’t want illegal drinking in this chapter.

Summary: Cosplaying was a dream come true for you and you had made your way to Instagram famous in a span of 3 months. You were so well known that even celebrities followed you and among one was your celebrity crush, Tom Holland. Preparing for San Diego Comic Con you get asked to be on the Avengers Cast Panel meaning you’ll get to meet Tom. Will sparks fly between a famous cosplayer and a famous actor? Will they realize that they are meant for each other?

Warning: Swearing, alcohol use, marijuana use (I smoke pot irl and since I’m 21 AGAIN I can legally smoke it and so can the reader), fluff up the ass, maybe some sexiness I don’t know you’ll have to read ;)

Song suggestions: Die For You by The Weeknd (I highly blame @hollandroos for getting me addicted to this frik farken song but I love her and this song SO IDC HUEHUEHUE!)

Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato

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You decided that instead of taking the stairs downstairs to the lobby that you’d take the elevator. Thankfully it was pretty late so the elevator was completely empty, as you pressed the button for the lobby the elevator doors closed and you started to panic a bit. You were going to be hanging out with Tom and Harrison and the fact that you were going to be drinking with your crush was making you extremely nervous. Seeing the numbers decrease on the elevator as they were reaching the number for the lobby, you took a deep breath in and out of your nose then mouth in order to calm yourself down when the doors opened and you walked right into the lobby. The lobby was adorned with beautiful flowers, amazing and expensive looking furniture, and even some little shops here and there to make it feel calming. 

You looked around the lobby to try and at least spot Tom when you saw him and who you could only assume was Harrison sitting on one of the big couches in the lobby. You smirked to yourself as you took out your phone and texted him.

Y/N: yo I see you ;) turn your ass around boy!

As soon as you sent the text he looked at his phone and turned around to see you walking to him. His eyes looked you up and down like you were the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen on this planet. The way your hoodie stopped right at your thighs, the way your leggings made your legs and thighs look like a fucking snack, and the chocker.. god the chocker made him almost lose his shit on the spot. He got up and Harrison followed behind his mate as they both made their way towards you. “H-Hello, darling. You look.. wow.” His words caused a slight blush to appear on your cheek as you smiled up at him. “T-Thank you. Oh I’m so sorry! You must be Harrison. It’s nice to finally meet you! My name is Y/N.” You extended your hand out to the tall dark haired boy as he shook your hand gently. “Harrison Osterfield. It’s finally nice to meet you. Tom talks about you non-stop so it’s finally nice to see you instead of on a phone screen.” You and Harrison both laughed as Tom punched Harrison’s arm causing you to laugh more. “Shut the fuck up, Haz. Anyways... you ready to go? There’s an amazing club near here and we can all go to the VIP lounge.”

You smiled at both of them and nodded as the three of you headed out the front door of the hotel. You looked around to see if there was going to be a car until you saw a Hummer limo pull up and your jaw dropped wide open. “I-Is that limo for us..?” You looked at the limo, then Tom, then the limo again as he smiled and walked next to you. “Yeah it is. Neither of us felt like driving so we rented a limo for the night.” Gently lacing your arm around his you smiled as the three of you entered the limo and headed to the club. There were wine glasses and expensive wine bottles in the limo and colorful lights on the ceiling. You figured it’d take you guys a bit to get there considering it is a weekend and you guys would probably hit traffic even if the club was close you’d rather be in a limo then walk. Taking three wine glasses for yourself, Tom, and Harrison you poured some red wine into the glasses as you all clinked your glasses together and loudly said, “Cheers!” as you all downed the wine really fast. You knew for a fact you were going to drink so you decided to start in the limo so that the alcohol would help you relax around the boys, especially Tom.

As soon as the limo pulled up to the club you could hear the bass of the music through the walls of the club. The name that was adorned in neon lights across the entrance of the club was called “The Onyx Room Nightclub.” This place looked fancy as hell but also extremely beautiful at night with all the lights on. Stepping out of the limo with your purse swung over your right shoulder you felt a hand lightly wrap around yours, the hand was big for sure but it was really warm. When your turned around you noticed Tom holding your hand as he lead you into the club making sure you guys wouldn’t get separated. As you entered the club you started to feel a lot of eyes on you, mainly men. They looked at you like you were some kind of a snack, a dessert, or simply just an object which caused your anxiety to start to rise. You didn’t like going out by yourself since you constantly got stared at by men and whistled at and it made you feel extremely uncomfortable and not safe at all. But with Tom and Harrison with you you felt better. As Tom noticed that you were getting stared at by creepy men he quickly pulled you close to him as he wrapped his arm around your waist making sure that you felt safe and secure, with Harrison walking on the other side of you so they’d stop staring and this made you feel like you were being protected by two knights in shining armor and made your heart race so much with happiness.

Walking away from the downstairs part of the club you were let into the VIP section which was accompanied by a small flight of stairs. The music from downstairs became muffled as Tom opened the door to the VIP section and your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. The VIP section made downstairs look like a dumpster fire. The bar was extremely fancy, couches and gorgeous table were cascaded across the floor, the DJ booth was all the way in the back but it was decorated with colorful lights and speakers. You quickly let go of Tom’s hand as you quickly made your way to the bar and ordered yourself a glass of really expensive and delicious looking whine. Tom and Harrison laughed at how excited you got to be in the VIP lounge, they both walked over to one of the long couches as the music blasted with the song Die For You by The Weeknd playing over the speakers. You sat at the bar by yourself as you took in the sights of the place as you slowly took sips of your wine and it tasted divine. It was like the gods had made a drink that felt like your tongue was dancing in heaven from the amazing taste. You weren’t really that much of a drinker and you never really drank wine so you were quickly getting buzzed which caused your entire body to feel warm and fuzzy and your head started to feel fuzzy too but a good kind of fuzzy. 

“She is a catch mate. When the hell you gunna ask her out?” Harrison brushed his fingers through his hair as he looked at his best mate who was looking over the back of the couch staring at your back.

“Probably not for a bit. I don’t know how long she is here for and I’d like to get to know her a bit before I completely open up to her, ya know what I mean?” Tom took a small sip of a drink one of the bar girls brought him and Harrison as he swirled it around staring at the liquid in the glass. He did like you - you knew that already, but you and Tom didn’t know each other that well and before he wanted to ask you out he wanted to take you on a proper date before you left and get to know you a lot better like all your likes and dislikes, family, small things like that.

A Demi Lovato song came on and since you were buzzed enough to not care about dancing in front of people you got up and started to dance a bit. You swayed your hips back and forth a bit as you REALLY got into the song. The song Sexy Dirty Love was one of those songs that unleashed your inner stripper, or inner slut whichever. Thankfully the VIP section wasn’t that full, it was literally you, Tom, Harrison, the bar tender, the DJ, the bar girls, and a couple other people. Tom and Harrison laughed a bit at you as you danced till your heart contents, you could feel Tom’s gaze on you which caused you to smirk, you motioned him over with your pointer finger which caused him to smirk back at you as well. He put his drink down on the table as he made his way to you.

“Buzzed a bit are we?”

“Haha! Hell yeah! I don’t get to drink that much and I wanna have fun. Dance with me, Tommy.” You said his name in an almost seductive way which made him lick his lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck. The gap between your bodies were non-existent as you were literally grinding your hips against his to the song. The alcohol made you extremely confident but also a little bit horny but that was always normal for you but when you were around Tom you felt like your senses were - as they said in Infinity War- dialed up to eleven. As the song continued Tom was now behind you and you were grinding your ass into him and you could feel his excitement through his tight black pants which caused a smirk out of you. As the song was beginning to end his chin rested on your shoulder and you could feel his warm breath against your ear and neck and it caused a small whimper to escape your lips. He was extremely close to your neck but you didn’t want anything sexual to happen yet but you did want to at least tease the boy so you slowly moved away from him as you looked back at him and licked your lips as you could clearly see his boner through his pants.

“Why don’t you go cool off. I’m gunna get myself another drink.” You walked away as you swung your hips from side to side trying to get him even more sexually frustrated as you ordered another drink and this time it was a frozen fruity drink which you loved. Tom let out a small groan as he walked back over to Harrison trying to cover his boner as best as he could as he took a sip of his drink. Harrison laughed at him as he also took a sip of his own drink as he looked at Tom. “She got you frustrated didn’t she, mate?” Harrison smirked at his best mate as he could tell that Tom was extremely frustrated. “Shut up mate.”

Half way through the night you had probably downed a bunch of fruity drinks and at this point you were completely smashed, not so smashed that you could barely walk but you were a bit wobbly. Thankfully for you there was actually a weed bar in the VIP lounge and you figured why the hell not right? You slowly sat up from the couch as you wobbled over to the weed bar but before you could make it you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist holding you up. You looked over your shoulder and saw Tom holding you up which caused a big smile to be plastered on your face. "You are sooooooo sexy." You were completely smashed at this point and you really didn't care about what came out of your mouth, you giggled to yourself as you leaned back against Tom's chest as you gently planted a kiss on his cheek as he helped you over to the weed bar.

"I didn't know you smoked?" He gave a weird look but not one that was full of judgement. He just couldn't picture you smoking pot or let alone anything.

"Oh yeaahhhh. I've been smoking pot for a couple years now but... I don't do it a lot. It just helps me relaxxx." You let a small laugh as you asked the weed bar guy for a small blunt. The scent of the weed was so comforting for you and the alcohol in your system was gunna make you drunk and super high. As the guy handed the blunt to you you drunkingly said "Thank youuuuu," as you took a small puff from the blunt as you blew the smoke out of your nose and laughed as you gently tapped Tom's shoulder. "Hey hey look! I'm a dragon!" You took another rip from the blunt as you blew the smoke out of your nose again and rawered like a dragon. This caused both you and Tom to laugh as you started to suddenly get high and also a bit tired. You finished off the blunt as you wrapped your arms around Tom and laid your head in the crook of his neck.

"Carry me home, Tommy... I'm tired.." You gave him puppy dog eyes as you gently laid a kiss on his neck which caused him to let out a small groan.

"Alright, darling I'll take you home." He smiled at you as he kissed the top of your head as he helped you up gently. He motioned over to Harrison that you were ready to go home.

-

Tom carried you all the way to your hotel room and you drunkingly said bye to Harrison as he headed back to him and Toms room. As you fumbled with your room key trying to hold your purse in your other hand Tom gently took the key and opened the door to your room. You were literally leaning against his body as he helped you over to the bed as you flopped down onto it on your back. You giggled a bit as you rolled around on your bed and looked at Tom. "You are so frike cute like how?"

"You can thank my parents for that."

"Oh I will." You giggled some more as you sat up on your bed and crossed your legs a bit as you looked at Tom.

"Can you stay with me? I don't wanna sleep in here alone."

"Are you sure that's a good idea, love? I mean you're wicked drunk and I don't want to take advantage of-" You quickly cut him off by sitting up on your knees on your bed as you crawled over to him.

"I was going to ask you to stay and offer you the couch... I may be drunk off my ass but I don't want anything to happen with us... yet." You looked up at him as you bit your bottom lip as you quickly took off your shoes and chocker, gently placing the chocker on the nightstand.

"Heh. Alright love I guess I can do that." Tom smiled as he gently placed a kiss on your forehead and tucked you into the bed.

"I do like you Tom. A lot. And that's not the alcohol talking." Your face was a bit red from the alcohol but you did mean what you said, drunk or not you did like him and you knew he liked you too.

"I like you too, darling. Tomorrow after your panel maybe we can go grab something to eat?" He sat next to you as he brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"I'd like that very much, Tommy." You smiled up at him as you sat up and kissed his cheek before laying back down. Sleep was beginning to take over you as you slowly closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Tom smiled at your cute sleeping form as he went over to the couch and pulled out the bed. He took off his dress shirt and pants only leaving him in his boxers as he got under the blankets and looked at you from the couch as he turned off the lights.

"Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams."

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A/N: I TOLD YOU GUYS THERE WOULD BE SOME FLUFF AND SEXINESS FUUU THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A DRUNK CHARACTER SO I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT! I'm excited to get Chapter 4 started at some point this week!

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[rebelren]

Good Morning

This came from one of @stupidnephilimlove’s ideas because apparently she has magic powers and somehow I end up writing entire stories for her in tumblr messaging. Beta’d by the amazing @la-muerta - many, many thanks for slogging through this stream of consciousness error-ridden mess. You made it SO much better!

I’m hella embarrassed that this came out of my brain, because apparently I can read smut with a straight face but can’t write it without dying of shame. Here it is anyway lol.

Alec thinks he’s dreaming at first, because he’s dreamt this exact moment. When Magnus responds to his good morning, he still thinks this must be a dream. It’s easy to tell. A person can’t feel this happy. (An alternate take on the 2x18 wake-up scene. Alec’s POV. Contains smut.)

Alec’s dreams surprise him.

Magnus is gorgeous. Incredible. Sex personified. Alec wants everything with him. Wants to be pressed against the wall, his mouth plundered until he has nothing left to give. Wants to be held down and teased, slow and torturous and exquisite. Wants to fuck and be fucked. Wants to get his hands and mouth on Magnus’ cock. Wants to mess up that flawless hair and makeup, ruin that perfect skin with bruises and bitemarks. Wants to reduce the silver-tongued, experienced warlock to a panting, moaning mess, unable to string a sentence together. Alec wants every filthy thing he’d ever dreamed of and so much more besides.

But Alec’s dreams have other ideas. When he’s asleep, it’s always him and Magnus together, but it’s never like his fantasies. Instead, it’s long, lazy, slow kisses without urgency or end. It’s waking up to find himself wrapped up in Magnus’ arms, feeling safe and secure in ways he hadn’t known were possible. It’s gazing at Magnus’ beautiful face and seeing a quick, surprised inhale followed by a dawning smile that crinkles his eyes at the corners. It’s the easy intimacy of hands loosely entangled as they walk down the street.

So, when he wakes up that first morning in Magnus’ bed, it feels familiar to Alec. He knows this feeling, the bright happiness that spreads through him slowly, making his toes stretch and curl with satisfaction. He’s reluctant to open his eyes because that would mean letting go of the dream. He mumbles good morning and holds his breath, so he can hear Magnus respond. He sighs to himself. If only. He knows it’s not real. It’s easy to tell. A person can’t feel this happy.

Then, suddenly, Magnus pokes him in the side, not sharp but not gentle either, and Alec flinches away, an involuntary laugh torn from his throat. His eyes are well and truly open now, because Magnus is launching a full-scale assault on his ribs and any other body part he can reach. Alec tries to squirm away, but those clever, nimble hands are everywhere.

And that thought makes Alec freeze as other recollections of those hands come back to him. Those hands on his chest, his face, his belt. And now, he remembers so much more besides. Giggles and kisses and frantic undressing, followed by the sheer bliss of skin touching skin. The air filling with a mixture of sounds, breathy and needy and pleading and rapturous. An unfathomable mixture of heady pleasure and heart-melting closeness. And Alec can’t move, can’t breathe. Is... is this REAL?

Magnus stops tickling Alec when he notices his reaction. Alec pulls away from him, needing to see his face. “I- did, uh... this is gonna sound weird, but did we...?”

He has to ask. To check that it really happened this time.

A series of emotions plays across Magnus’ face. Surprise, amusement, more than a hint of heat. “Alexander,” he drawls, trailing a ring-laden finger down Alec’s chest. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

Alec does remember now, but he isn’t sure if he can trust the memory. He wants this too much. Had wanted it for so long now. He can’t handle finding out it’s just another dream. He struggles to find a way to articulate all of this. “I do. Remember. But- but, uh, I have... dreams-“ he waves his hand in a way that he hopes conveys what he means. “Yeah. Dreams. And they’re always us. Like, uh, this.”

Magnus’ eyes sparkle with mischief. “What do you mean, sweetheart? Are you talking about when I came from your fingers alone or when you were begging for my mouth? Perhaps the nipple play? That was an unexpected delight, I must say...” he trails off, looks at Alec hungrily.

Alec feels his cheeks flush, resists the urge to hide his face. He will say this. He WILL.

His voice is hesitant as he tries again. “No. Magnus, I mean. THIS.” He indicates their intertwined bodies. “Us. Together. I, uh, certainly wanted and-“ he breaks off, blushing furiously as he searches for a word, “...enjoyed the, uh, sex. I’ve thought about that... a lot, but... whenever I dream, it’s this. It’s just… us being together. Sometimes there’s kissing but other times it’s just holding hands or cuddling. That’s, uh. That’s what I dream about.” Magnus’ eyes are gentle, his whole attention focused on Alec. He waits. “I, uh. I just need to know this is... real.”

Magnus’ face is soft and open as he gazes at Alec.  He looks infinite in that moment, hovering between youth and wisdom, belonging to both and neither. Most of all, he looks unguarded and vulnerable. He takes a breath. “Oh, Alexander. MY Alexander.” He searches for words. “I want... shit. I want everything with you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He runs his fingers through his deliciously disheveled hair, tugging on the ends as his eyes roam over Alec before returning to his face.

Magnus scoots up the bed a little, resettling himself against Alec’s side. He leans in, bringing up his right hand to caress Alec’s cheek. His touch is so tender that Alec’s eyes slide shut for a moment, but then he reopens then. He needs to see Magnus, needs Magnus to know he has Alec’s full attention.

“Alexander. I told you last night you’re not the only one who feels vulnerable, and I meant it. For all my experience, this is... all kinds of new for me too. But I-“ Magnus breaks off, closes his eyes, shakes his head, almost like he’s arguing with himself. He seems to have resolved the issue because now he looks directly at Alec, gold gazing into hazel.

"I want this, Alec." Alec can't help the tremble that runs through his body when he hears his own words echoed back at him.

"I will admit I have far more experience with the sexual side of things than I do with the emotional, the relational. Especially in the last few centuries. But then I met you. And when you talk about those things... what you want. What you dream of. I want them too."

Magnus smiles, and it’s both teasing and honest. "I desperately want to dismantle that iron control of yours until you're completely wrecked and can't think of anything but me, but... I also want to take you dancing and watch the sun set with you."

Alec is silent for a moment, waiting to see if Magnus has more to say. For once, though, Magnus seems afflicted with Alec's inability to express himself.

Finally, he continues, "I guess... I guess I need to know this is real, too?" It's a question, not a statement.

And now Alec knows how to respond. He moves quickly, Shadowhunter speed aiding him, and flips them over so he's lying on top of Magnus, staring into those mesmerising golden depths.

At first, he doesn't say anything, letting the full body contact ground them both. He holds himself up with one hand, wanting - needing - to see Magnus' face. He trails the other hand over Magnus' arm, those smooth rippling muscles that are so obscene Alec thinks they should be illegal. His touch is light, reassuring, gentle.

He gazes down at Magnus, really looks at him to make sure he's paying attention and hears this. He pauses, then emphasises every word, slow and deliberate. "I'm not going anywhere, Magnus." Then, finally, he lets himself lean down to do what he's been dying to do since he woke up. He doesn't have to lean down very far, though, because Magnus is surging up to meet him, lips already chasing his even though they haven't made contact yet.

They meet somewhere in the middle, and it's eager and messy, all teeth and tongue and feelings. It may not the most elegant kiss, but it is eloquent.

Time passes. Or doesn't. Alec neither knows nor cares.

He leans down to kiss Magnus again, but stops just short of his lips. He brings his left hand up and caresses Magnus' face. His fingertips linger right next to those incredible eyes.

Alec finds he has to clear his throat before speaking. "Have, uh- have I told you how beautiful your eyes are? How gorgeous YOU are?"

Magnus' smile outshines the gold of his irises. "You're pretty devastating yourself, Alexander. The things you do to me..."

Alec huffs out a laugh, a little embarrassed to be so openly admired. But it's so Magnus to say such things, say exactly what he thinks. And it's just the two of them in this moment.

Alec thinks he could get used to hearing things like that.

They stare at each other for a long moment, appreciating each other's beauty, basking in this moment. This amazing moment full of things they never thought they'd have - and certainly not with each other.

Then, Alec leans down again to kiss Magnus. It's different this time. Kissing Magnus is still so new. He's still learning all the varieties of their kisses. This one is sweet and soft, but no less full of feeling than the last. It makes his whole body smile.

They lay there, soft and warm and content in the sunlight, trading kisses and breath. It feels like a new day in more ways than one.

Somewhere along the way, the kisses heat up until, slowly but surely, they're panting into each other's mouths, bodies moving restlessly against each other, seeking contact and friction and more.

Magnus rolls them over, straddling Alec, and it takes Alec’s breath away entirely. He just stares for a moment, drinking in the view. Magnus grins at Alec and Alec feels his own lips curl in response. He's so... gone for this man.

Magnus rocks his hips, and Alec lets out a gasp that turns into a groan, his eyes sliding shut as he focuses on the sensation. Magnus leans down, sliding his bare chest against Alec's as he does so, eliciting another groan from his boyfriend. He leans in close, head beside Alec's. His voice is low, already a little rough, as he says into Alec's ear, "You're gorgeous like this. So beautiful. Just for me."

Alec's breath hitches, and his hips stutter upwards. He hears Magnus suck in a breath. When Magnus continues, his voice is smooth, almost a purr, but with an edge, like he's barely in control. "Oh, Alexander..."

Alec tries to speak, his voice gruff and affected, but all that comes out is a string of words without meaning, nonsense punctuated by Magnus’ name. You see what you do to me? Magnus is barely touching him, but Alec feels like he’s coming apart at the seams. And hearing his name in Magnus’ mouth, the name only Magnus calls him…

Magnus moans in Alec's ear again, and then it's like a chain reaction of pants and moans and murmured words and endearments, an unending feedback loop spurring each other on.

The grinding, the pressure, the friction… it goes on forever, but it’s still not long enough. Alec’s entire universe is just this feeling and the sweet noises Magnus is making in his ear. The combination of sound and sensation pushes Alec closer and closer, the fire in his belly building with each passing moment. Magnus is everywhere and Magnus is everything and then, Alec is coming. He’s dimly aware of a steady stream of gasps and groans in his ear now. When he comes back to himself, he can tell Magnus is almost there too, his movements frantic and uncoordinated as he chases his pleasure.

Alec reaches down to grasp Magnus’ cock. As soon as he touches him, Magnus goes rigid. He throws his head back and Alec is so, so glad because now he can see his face. Alec strokes Magnus, rough and fast, because Magnus looks desperate and Alec wants to give him what he needs. And then Magnus comes and it’s a sight Alec will cherish forever: Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, completely falling apart before his eyes. It’s the most beautiful thing Alec has ever seen.

Magnus slumps forward onto Alec’s chest. They stay like that, catching their breath, Alec rubbing soothing circles onto Magnus’ back. Eventually, Magnus raises a hand and waves the mess away. Alec smiles into Magnus’ hair.

“Breakfast?”

Magnus grumbles a bit.

“I had grand plans for us, you know. This morning.”

He raises himself onto his elbows, repositioning himself on Alec’s chest so he can look into his face. He smothers a yawn, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks in the most adorable way. Alec grins fondly at him. Magnus pokes at Alec’s chest accusingly with his index finger.

“But YOU were so tempting and gorgeous and I just couldn’t help myself.”

He pouts a little as he says it, and Alec raises his head to sneak a quick kiss. Will there ever be a day when Magnus doesn’t affect him like this? Alec doesn’t think so. He’s so focused on his beautiful boyfriend that it takes a few minutes for Magnus’ words to sink in, but then Alec throws back his head and laughs. Magnus glares at him.

“What?!”

Alec brushes a hand across Magnus’ cheek to calm him.

“We have the rest of the day, Magnus. All the time in the world.”

Magnus purses his lips as he considers, then seems to decide this is an acceptable compromise. He rests his chin on Alec’s chest, cushioning it on his folded hands, and hums to himself.

“Breakfast first, though, I think.”

“Breakfast first,” Alec agrees.

“And then maybe we test out that stamina rune?” Magnus says, his face bright with mischief.

Alec laughs and holds him tight. They’ll get up eventually, but right now, Alec has everything he needs right here.

#malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #fanfic #fic #mine #la-muerta #stupidnephilimlove #i love my mutuals #i wrote a thing

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For the character ask - Liz and Aram :)

Omg, hi anon! :D Thank you for indulging me in this :) Okay here we go: 

Character Ask

Liz

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life (The more the writers butcher her, the harder time I have supporting her. I’m sorry.)hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang (Megan Boone is beautiful!!)hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (Because, at least in the pilot, she was very in touch with her own intellect and not afraid to use her creativity to come up with solutions to things. But also bc I literally just thought of a Lizzington Hogwarts AU where Red, clad in the appropriate red and gold striped tie of Gryffindor, first spots Liz in Defense Against the Dark Arts class bc her eyes beautifully match the blue trim of her Ravenclaw robes LOL why am I like this)best quality: Her inquisitiveness. She is always in search of answers whether they are good for her or not and she will stop at nothing to get them. worst quality: Her stubbornness. She sometimes doesn’t know when to quit.ship them with: LOL you’re funny. Raymond Gryffindor-as-hell Reddington.brotp them with: Ressler, tbh. I think their friendship is cute. Also, Aram probably. And Dembe, in a perfect world.needs to stay away from:LOLOLOLOLOLOL Tom fucking-Slytherin-as-shit Keen.misc. thoughts: Apparently I love sorting characters into Hogwarts Houses. Hm.

Aram 

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life (Adorable cinnamon roll.)hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang (I don’t find Amir particularly attractive but no matter, he must be protected at all costs.)hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff (Because loyalty is such an important quality to him as well as his own ethics. He is dependable and an amazing friend.)best quality: Loyalty to the people he cares about. He will do anything for his friends. worst quality: Sometimes he is a little gullible but only because he wants to help his friends. Like when people Liz ask for his help with decidedly illegal and dangerous things, he should stand up for himself and his principles! But he’s getting better ship them with: Samar. They’re cute.brotp them with: Liz when she’s not being completely ignorant of his feelings. But also Cooper and Dembe, I feel like. Aram likes to look up to people.needs to stay away from: Anyone who tries to hurt him misc. thoughts: I think Aram is the only character on the show who has had a legit and realistic show of character development?? He’s coming more into his own and realizing his own power. I support him!!

Thank you anon, this was so fun!! :D I hope you liked it or whatever :) Much love!

#The Blacklist #Lizzington #Aram #mine #character ask #ask #anon #thank you anon!! #:D #much love! #<3

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Of Krakens and Kissing (Sequel To Of Bullets and Big Buck Hunter)

Sam x Reader

Word Count: ~1980

Warnings: Lots of cussin’. Beginnings of some sexy stuff, but nothing smutty. 

First part is HERE. 

“Okay, so...krakens?”

“The fuck?” Sam laughs, in a not-unkind way. “I’ve never even wondered about that one. No idea.”

“Aliens?”

“Nope. Although most of the shit people think is aliens is actually caused by fairies.”

You’re pretty sure a piece of half-chewed pasta falls out of your mouth when it gapes open, but what the fuck ever, fairies are real. Little six-year-old you is so pumped right now.

“Really,” Sam says, and he’s grinning adorably into his wine glass. “But they’re dicks.”

“Okay, um, mermaids?”

“What’s up with you and sea creatures?”

“I hate the ocean!” you protest. “It’s called thalassophobia, it’s a thing, I have a recurring nightmare about being eaten by a manatee.”

“So you’re a badass cop who shot my asshole of a demon brother without blinking an eye, but you’re afraid of fish,” he says slowly, eyes twinkling. You still can’t really figure out exactly what color they are, they keep shifting in the low restaurant light, but fuck, those are nice eyes.

“Not all of us can be fearless ghostbusters, or whatever,” you shoot back.

“I wouldn’t say fearless,” he admits, and then winces, like he knows he has to fess up now. “Clowns. I’m terrified of clowns.”

You giggle so hard you snort, and that gets Sam started, and the two of you laugh for so long your stomach hurts by the time you can catch your breath. You stare at him for a second, after, in something like amazement, because it’s been so damn long since anybody made you laugh like that, and you’re having all sorts of warm tingly feelings that you don’t even know what to do with.

“Thanks for coming out with me,” he says. That half-smile could melt the heart of a frost giant. “I’m having fun.”

“Me too,” you say, and before you can think better of it, “You’re, like, the most interesting thing that’s happened to me in at least a year, so.”

He laughs, warm and genuine. “It’s nice to find somebody who I don’t have to lie to. I mean, I was having fun with you even before I told you about everything, but still. Most people would run the other way if I told them what I do for a living. And then of course the women who do know about it usually turn out to be monsters, so.” You are suddenly so curious you feel like you might combust, but he’s making a face that basically says not talking about it in big neon letters. “Anyway, it doesn’t exactly make dating easy.”

“So this is a date?” you blurt out. You have a strong urge to kick yourself.

“I mean, I hope so,” he says. His dimples are deepening as he tries to control his smile.

You manage a nod. “Yeah, this is totally a date.”

He’s fiddling with the stem of his wine glass, rolling it between those long delicate fingers, and those fucking fingers. Your brain is short-circuiting a little bit. And he’s doing this thing with his tongue, this thing he’s been doing whenever he doesn’t know what to say, where his tongue darts out and flicks over his lower lip, quick and precise, and it’s turning your insides to blistering-hot mush. You can think of so many better places for him to be putting that tongue, holy crap, and -

“You alive in there?” he’s asking, bemused.

Shit.

“Hmm?” you ask, trying to pretend you weren’t just thinking what you were totally just thinking.

“I said, do you want anything else? I think they’re trying to close the kitchen,” he says.

“I’m fine,” you say breathily. You are so not fine.

“Then...do you want to get out of here? Maybe have another drink somewhere, or-”

“We can go to my place,” you say, too eagerly, but he’s grinning just as eagerly. He nods.

Sam’s phone starts ringing, but he quickly silences it. You can see Dean’s name on the screen.

“I told him I was taking the night off,” he says. He sounds guilty.

“You don’t do that very often, huh?” you ask, and he shakes his head emphatically.

It feels like it takes forever to get the check. You’re talking, somehow managing to put together coherent words, but your mind is just running a loop of Did I put the laundry away? Holy shit we’re going to have sex. Pretty sure the kitchen is a mess, fuck. Holy shit we’re going to have sex. He wants to have sex with me. I get to have sex with that.

It’s been a while.

Your mind is still racing when you pull up to your little house, and you’re suddenly self-conscious about the dead plant that’s been sitting on the front stoop for a month. Your life feels so plain next to Sam and his adventures and his stories and his stupid beautiful face. You feel so plain. But he’s looking at you like you’re something precious and fascinating, the yellow streetlight throwing shadows over the surreal angles of his cheekbones, and you sorta forget how to breathe for a second.

It’s hard to meet his eyes, when you finally step inside. You busy yourself putting down your purse, taking off your jacket, grabbing two wine glasses out of the cupboard.

“Do you want white or red? I’m not sure what I have, I think there’s a bottle of white open, but I know you said you like red, so…” You’re babbling. Shit. “There’s whiskey, too, or I could just-”

His hand curls around your wrist, and when you turn around, he’s there, so damn close that the words die in your throat. There’s an edge under that sweet dimpled smile now, something hungry and fierce that makes your stomach do backflips. He’s moving closer, slow and careful, watching to make sure it’s okay.

Blue. His eyes look blue in this light. And then-

Holyfuckingshit it’s a good kiss. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you feel like the world is spinning, like the universe suddenly revolves around you and Sam locked together in your dingy little kitchen, you snaking your arms up to feel those broad shoulders while he tangles a huge hand in your hair, and you just melt. His mouth is hot and insistent and he’s doing perfect, devastating things with his tongue. You didn’t think kisses like this existed outside of movies.  

You almost stumble, too lightheaded to think about where your feet are, but before you can lose your balance he’s pulling you closer, pressing his entire body to yours. You can feel the muscles of his chest hard under your palms, and the strength of his arms as they curl around you, and then he crushes you against him and kisses you like he needs you, and you make a desperate little sound into his mouth.

Your back hits the kitchen counter. He’s got you trapped against it, nibbling at your neck while his thigh finds its way between your legs, and you can’t help but rock your hips forward against his. His barely-there moan might be the best thing you’ve ever heard, and then he’s grinding against you, dirty and perfect, and you can feel how hard he is and (holy shit) how big he is, and it’s like Christmas and your birthday and the best porn you’ve ever seen all wrapped together in one enormous package.

And then somebody is pounding on your front door.

What the fuck.

You make an embarrassing sort of hngh sound when Sam pulls away, but it’s gratifying to see that he looks just as wrecked as you feel. He’s even more gorgeous with his lips all swollen like that, and his chest is doing this huffy thing that makes your pulse pound in your ears.

“Sammy!” you hear from outside. “Sammy, we have a problem!”

You cross back to the door and open it. It’s Dean, of course, looking wild-eyed and impatient, with a gun in one hand.

“Seriously?” you ask, hand on your hip, and your face must look terrifying, because Dean actually flinches.

“Dean, remember that whole thing where I took the night off?” Sam says, and you catch him adjusting himself in his pants as he comes back into the living room. Unf, your brain chips in unhelpfully.

Dean’s smirking, and Sam is glaring, and you’ve never seen them look so much like brothers.

“Yeah, well, the werewolf did not take a night off, and I think I figured out who it is,” Dean says. He invites himself in, stepping right past you, and you close the door behind him, fuming.

“Here,” he says, handing Sam a handful of shiny bullets. “Load up, we gotta go.”

“Dude, I don't have my gun,” Sam snaps. “Night off, remember?”

“How did you even find him?” you ask.

“We’ve both been kidnapped a lot,” Sam says, rolling his eyes. “He has his ways.”

That sounds distinctly illegal and also super annoying, but you try to let it go.

“Nobody is going anywhere in my fucking jurisdiction until somebody tells me what the fuck is happening,” you say. Sam shoots you a pink-cheeked dimpled grin like he is totally turned on by bossiness. You make a mental note.

“Silver kills werewolves,” Dean snaps. “The guy who tried to start a fight last night? Turner? He’s a werewolf. We’re going to kill the werewolf.”

“Give me some silver bullets, let me load up, and then we can go kill the werewolf.” You hold out a hand, smiling placidly when he frowns.

“I don't think-” Sam starts.

“No fucking way you are finishing this thing without me,” you say flatly. “Besides, do you know where he lives? Cause I know where he lives.”

Dean glares and grumbles, but Sam hands over the silver bullets. You fetch your gun from your purse and re-load it quickly.

“Just for the record,” Dean says, as he reaches for the doorknob, “I still think this is a bad-”

The door slams open, knocking Dean aside, and a snarling thing with a mouthful of teeth charges in. Yep, sure enough, it’s Turner. Asshole.

The thing goes straight for Dean, knocking him to the ground. Sam curses and runs at it, apparently trying to fight it with his bare hands, which you can tell immediately is a stupid plan, and Turner whirls just in time to send Sam flying back onto his ass. Dean manages to pull a knife, but the werewolf sends that skittering across the floor as well. It rakes impossibly-sharp claws across Dean’s chest, and Sam and Dean scream in unison.

You pull the safety, aim carefully, and shoot, and the wolf-Turner-asshole-thing slumps over Dean, dead as fuck.

Your ears are ringing. Your tinnitus is not getting better anytime soon, that's for sure. Shit.

It takes a second to notice that Sam and Dean have gotten to their feet and are staring at you with equally astonished expressions.

You raise your eyebrows. “What?”

“That was a really good shot,” Sam says, and you blush like a tomato again.

“Shitty first impressions aside, you’re a badass,” Dean concedes.

“Dean,” you say sweetly. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but if you don’t get out of my house now, I’m going to shoot you. Again.”

Dean looks between you and Sam, who is laughing his ass off, and his eyebrows shoot up. “Oh! Right. Gotcha.”

“Have a good night,” you say, and open the door pointedly. He’s almost gone when he turns back around, pointing at the dead werewolf.

“Don’t you want to at least-”

“No!” you and Sam say in unison.

Dean rolls his eyes, but he leaves, and you lock the door behind him.

“Now, where were- mmph.” His lips are on yours before you can finish the sentence. You smile into the kiss and drag him toward your bedroom.

.

.

.

#supernatural fanfiction #sam x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fanfiction #spn fanfic #spnfanficpond #guppy fic #spn fic #sam winchester fluff

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Carisi-centric thoughts on Ep 19x06

I’m here! So sorry for posting this late, this week got away from me!

(also, I’ve spent quite a bit of time writing my 19x06 episode tag, because I gotta strike while the iron’s hot! :D)

(also also, I’ll reply to your comments and asks tomorrow because I’m wiped out and I need to sleep! I’m so so sorry, I remain the worst when it comes to time management)

Overall Thoughts

This episode was very promising, with a relatively fresh case, but the execution was somewhat choppy. It started off well, with that tour of the rehab facility that was clearly too good to be true, but in a wonderfully unsettling way, as opposed to an obvious SVU way (if that makes sense), and all the solid guest stars really gave life to the stilted lines.

I was also very pleasantly surprised by the insurance angle, because it was an interesting twist on the usual motive. Instead of a perverted sicko who exploits young girls, we had a money-hungry monster who both exploited young girls and knew how to game the system. Plus, we also got a different kind of abuse of special victims which wasn’t exclusively physical/sexual.

But then the case was resolved via murder. Poetic justice, one might say, but I would call it “a cop-out, the one time Barba would have something fun to do in court”. Mentioning the RICO charges and the Romeo & Juliet laws vis-à-vis coersion was almost annoying. Why bring up multiple interesting legal topics and then do nothing with any of them?

That said, I liked the episode overall. I wish the case had been better explored, and it did get a little too convoluted by the end, but it was different enough that it kept my interest.

The Rolivia Corner

I love their new dynamic. I don’t love how Amanda’s new job is to constantly trail after Liv and ask “are you okay?” (at least not without Liv reciprocating, once in a while), but I love this new trust between them. In the previous seasons, if Amanda pulled a stunt like this, Liv would be like “next time I’ll have your badge”. This time, Liv was more appropriately mad as a superior, but she didn’t hold it against Amanda. But I did laugh when they made it seem like Liv just invented the concept of “inevitable discovery” to legitimize evidence which was illegally gathered. Like we haven’t seen this on every other procedural ever (including SVU itself).

But seriously, I do love seeing Liv confiding in a friend. That said, “addicted pregnant woman” is a subject which could have also resonated with Amanda. She was a gambling addict and she got pregnant and she turned her life around. Is Amanda even still a mother? I mean, as Liv and Amanda bond, maybe they could also talk about Jesse (or Queen Kim!), not just Noah and Liv’s issues with the new grandmother.

Sonny and Continuity

Sonny’s still Catholic! Jesus yay! And he still looks amazing in blue!

The Barisi Corner

I will never not love watching Barba tease Sonny. There’s a hilarious resignation there, almost like Barba feels compelled to do it, because it's their thing. And we also got Classic Carisi, looking up to Barba and idolizing him and thinking Barba can pull a rabbit out of his hat.

That said, and as funny as “what are you, a bat?” was (AN INSTANT CLASSIC, AND A WORTHY ADDITION TO THE BARISI HALL OF FAME, RIGHT NEXT TO ‘BOOYAH, FORDHAM LAW’ AND OMG I LOVe them ok I’ll stop), I don’t know if that moment was a nod to continuity, or if it was just the writers not knowing how to advance the Barisi relationship and going back to the basics.

Then again, the basics are pretty fun :D

Either way, I'm glad were getting the classic "Barba and Carisi have a special relationship" dynamic again. Barba doesn't tease anybody else, and Sonny doesn't kiss anybody else's ass. That’s something they share, something that’s unique to their relationship. Barba has moved on from being the snarky sidekick, maturing to a more mellow individual, except when it comes to teasing Sonny like he’s doing a standup routine, looking for the next joke. And Sonny has moved on from being the green rookie, maturing to a more confident individual, except when it comes to kissing Barba’s ass like he’s still an eager law student, bringing his professor an apple. That’s the one thing that hasn’t changed about them, even as everything else has.

Also, on a meta level, I always felt the Barba/Carisi (platonic) interactions have significantly stood out from all the other dynamics on SVU, just because of the broader humor and their natural rapport. Sonny is more developed, so he has relatively well-drawn individual relationships with pretty much all the other characters, but Barba doesn’t have that with any other character except Liv. The Barba/Carisi dynamic allows us to see a different side to Barba, and Sonny specifically is the reason. That's the only time Barba is allowed to be fun, when he's with Sonny or talking about Sonny. I think we need to see that, as viewers, as opposed to just watching a sweet, sad, supportive Barba in BFF mode, weeping as Liv talks about her problems.

Sonny is the only character who brings out Barba’s sass well-naturedly (well he and Rita who’s Rita?). Usually Barba directs his sass at the perps or the defense attorneys, and there’s a bite there. But when Barba teases Sonny, there’s a fondness there, and that’s sweet to watch.

Also, as always, Peter and Raul are hilarious, individually and together, and every single of their interactions is gold. Sonny’s “what?” face was the highlight of the entire episode.*

Also I’m sorRY BUT BARBA CRACKING HIMSELF UP? WHEN JOKING ABOUT SONNY? ALL “GIVE CARISI SOME TIME OFF TO WRITE AN ARTICLE! AHAHAHA”? LIKE, IT WASN’T THAT FUNNY, SIS! No but that chuckle ended me. When is the last time we heard Barba laugh? NEVER, THAT’S WHEN.

Stray Thoughts

Lux? Are the SVU writers watching Lucifer, like I am? Can they look for some pointers on how to write a good show? :D

Must Liv be physically present at every crime scene? Even when it’s not even the primary crime scene, and it’s just a dead body somebody ditched randomly? Why use that contrivance to have her leave Noah in the middle of the night? Liv, girl, you’re a Lieutenant! That’s exactly the sort of stuff you’re supposed to leave behind when you get promoted!

I liked the Narcotics guy. He had flair. And I also liked his rapport with Fin. I kinda wished we were watching that show. Fin working Narcotics with this dude who had an actual personality, busting perps on the street. That scene, and the scene where they caught the first dealer, they sparked (because of Fin). The rest… not so much.

Brooke Shields and Mariska Hargitay are both so gorgeous and compelling. I wish their scenes were less tedious, because they’re actually doing some nice acting.

Sonny’s face after Liv’s “I’m the bitch” speech? Same.

I was that girl asking Sonny “where do you live, in a hole?” Like, for all we know, that’s exactly where Sonny lives.

Did that social worker say “the software’s a little glitchy” and then go on to smack the mouse against the desk? I love SVU.

Liv: “Was someone else raped?

Amanda: “Do the insurance companies count?”

me: fuck no

*wait I lied. Best part of the entire episode was Ice-T hearing the rehab guy’s bullshit and saying “That’s beautiful!”

#sonny carisi #rafael barba #barisi #svu #law and order svu #rolivia #fin tutuola #episode thoughts #long post #not gonna lie #i liked this episode #it had its flaws #but it was fun #good job svu writers #keep it up #also #i'm beat #i'm off to bed #hopefully i'll have time to tumblr in the weekend #i love you all

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Criminal Minds s01e22 The Fisher King Part 1 season 1 finale review

Episode 22 – The Fisher King Part 1

Okay, so we’re at the finale of season 1! Wow, that was quick! (At least for me) And I can honestly say I am beyond pumped for the next 11. I have no idea what Fisher King means except for the pretty bird that is named that, but I really have no fucking clue what goes on here.

Let’s see what happens.

Ok, that house is creepy. Just saying.

A mangled male hand running over a sleeping girl’s body, not creepy at all … I think … I mean, why can’t they show us who it is?

Frack, he has a knife.

Why did they cut automatically to the BAU? That is some serious teasing.

Morgan is taking Elle to a resort? No! He should be taking Penelope! No! someone boink this guy over the head.

“Trust me when I tell you it is off the hook. Hot sunny days, cool breezes at night, never-ending tropical drinks with the little umbrellas, and nothing but young, beautiful adults looking to make vacation memories.” Ooh, he should run ads for resorts, cuz mama I am hooked!

Why are you calling him pretty boy? I mean, he is pretty, but why are you teasing Spencer like that baby? Not nice.

Wow. Reid was oddly cryptic about going home. Is something not right? I’m intrigued.

Yay! Aaron is going home, and he is happy about chores? Oh no.

Hahahahahahaha oh my god Gideon just made my entire day and I’m only 02:02 minutes into the show. He’s going to an abandoned cabin in the woods and wants them to not call him. And he’s serious about! He said it twice!

Wow. I love the carvings! Both metal and wood are so elaborate, I’m so impressed.

Okay, now we’re going into medieval paintings that literally freak me out. What?

And why does that freak have pictures of my superheroes?

Why is he whispering? He freaks me out. Ugh.

Oh my god, why is he tying that girl to the bed? Ugh.

Whoa. She just had a major freakout.

Oh my god this is gonna be epic!!!!! And possibly the longest review of the season, guys. Beware.

And Kirsten still isn’t a regular? What the fuck is wrong with these people?

Elbert Hubbard: “No man needs a vacation so much as the man who has just had one.” WORD!!! I had a few days off during Rosh Hashana and when I came back to work I was so disoriented I was like, dude, I need a vacation.

And oh my god, the resort Derek told Elle about is in Jamaica? Wow. He has some good friends, man.

God that water is gorgeous. No wonder the Caribbean is such a touristy spot. I mean, I prefer dirty cities with winds and snows and rain, but I get it.

And oh my god, those are some fresh young hotties. I’m talking of course about Elle and Derek in bathing suits. Holy shit. That is the hottest sight ever.

I’m usually not one for tattoos, but oh my god Shemar’s body is a monument of hotness. Fuck. I want to lick those abs so much.

Wait. Hold the presses. And I can’t believe I’m saying this because I am currently watching scenes of Shemar shirtless and I am the last woman to ever complain about that, but is Jane fucking Lynch in this episode? As what exactly? Yay!!! I’m happy.

Now let’s go back to drooling over Shemar’s flawless delicious succulent chocolate planes.

Lord, Shemar flirting is just illegal. Fuck. Oh my goodness.

Holy shit! I love that guy!!!!! The guy flirting with Elle, oh my god I know him, I have no fucking idea what his name is, but he is one hot specimen, and I love this episode so much for giving me so much eye candy. Yay!

Aw, homey Aaron! So cute! Oh my god, Aaron was pirate number four in Pirates of Penzance hahaha I’m loving this so much.

Wait. Gideon can cook? Oh my god, that is so amazing! He’s making something very fancy, he’s making fucking garlic bread and he has a wine bottle ready to be popped. I want to marry you, Gideon. But obviously you have a lady friend coming over, for whom you are so diligently preparing this delicious meal, so I’ll let you get back to it.

Aww!!!! How does Penelope Garcia spend her weekend off? Gaming! Oh my god, this episode just turned into one of my favorites, holy shit.

“Why can’t guys in the real world be like that?” I agree, Penelope.

“He is not fictional. He is the online alter ego of a real person.” I love you, peaches.

“Look, we meet online at specified times that he is never late to. We spend hours adventuring and chatting during which time I have his undivided attention and he lavishes me with flattery. When’s the last time you had a date go that well?” “See if he’s got a fictional brother, all right?” oh JJ, you are precious.

Wait. No way! Jane Lynch is Spencer’s mom who is locked up in a nuthouse in Nevada? Oh my poor pretty boy, I love you so much.

So she’s very well-educated, yet schizophrenic, and Spencer sends her daily handwritten letters? Oh my god, I just fell in love with his character all over again.

Whoa, she’s a professor for fifteenth century literature? Oh my god, her character is so amazing. I love literature from that era and I just can’t believe how amazing this show is.

So he came all the way and can’t face her? Oh baby.

Oh hot damn, that dancing scene is hot hot hot! Elle looks so happy! I love her! Oh shit, Derek sweaty and dancing is too hot.

Oh shit. I’m getting so turned on here hahaha

Aww Aaron and Hayley met when he stumbled into the theatre department and joined the theatre group just to be with her! Oh my god he is the most romantic guy ever and I love him!

Aww it’s so nice to see Gideon so in love! It’s just such a contrast and I love it.

Okay, I never thought I’d see post-coital Hotchner and it is doing things to me. Seriously.

And who the fuck calls in the middle of the night?

First victims? It’s the whisperer from the beginning ugh.

The youngest holds the key? You must help him save her? What the fuck?

Why is the resort manager getting an anonymous call in the middle of the night that requires him to call the cops? I’m so confused here. Oh they reported a murder in a room? Oh damn.

Wait. Someone hacked into Penelope’s laptop? That doesn’t seem right. What the fuck? What does “All Work No Play” mean here?

Game over? What? Oh hell now!

Someone hacked into the FBI tech analyst computers? Oh no.

Wait, they’re now haunting Gideon too? Oh goodness me.

Whoa, those are blood stains on the walls.

He’s been delivered a package? That’s seriously frightening.

“Save her.” Save who?

Oh shit! That’s a fucking head! That’s a fuckin human head! What the fuck?

Hey! Hey! Whoa!!!!! Why are they attacking Elle? And why are they arresting her? What the fuck is going on here?

I love you Elle! I love you so much! And you, Mr. Jamaica PD detective, are seriously not doing yourself any favors pissing off a woman you just dragged out of bed in the middle of the night.

“Where’s the victim’s head?” “Well, I must have dropped it on my way in here, come on!” haha I love you. “I’m here on vacation, man!”

What the fuck? It’s always the same phrase. What the fuck is going on here?

Frank Giles. Got it.

Oh hell, Derek breaking down doors, yummy.

Whoa, Penelope just went apeshit on the computer systems, I love you so much baby but tone it down, okay?

“You just wait till I’m through with you!” oh shit, I’ve never seen her mad.

Did she just tell Morgan no?

“The information super highway is closed.” Uh oh.

“Someone had the nerve to run a blackhat op into my computers, Morgan. They hacked me, ok? But you can bet your sweet ass I will find them. I’ve got honey pot farms hidden behind uml kernel data packets and a first generation honeynet I personally programmed. My snort logs list every visitor, every server request, every keystroke on this entire network. If I have to back-hack his IP all the way to the frickin’ stone age, I will find this son of a bitch, ok? So bye.” Oh my god, I love you Penelope, you are my goddess.

Oh my god Morgan’s confused face is everything.

So the head Gideon got belongs to the body that was found in Jamaica with Elle and Morgan? Damn.

Thank goodness Hotchner is here.

A dead butterfly? What?

So this guy is a complete psycho? Oh god.

Oh god, this is absolutely dreadful.

Oh honey, she used the wireless internet and he got into her laptop oh dear lord, the poor thing.

Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me. Is that a sword sticking out of ohis fucking chest? Shit. And that’s Frank Giles. Oh my goodness.

“Here thy quest doth truly begin” oh my god.

Shit.

“To learn of what should next be done, leave the blade ‘til the hour be none.” What the actual fuck?

Hey Reid! I love you, but you poor puppy.

“Reid, do not go away ever again.” I love you too, Elle.

Yup, this is totally Indiana Jones, except that you need to find the fucking killer not the fucking treasure. Unless those two aren’t mutually exclusive.

Ooh yeah, now Reid gets to use his key.

Oh kay? This is creepy. Why the fuck does he give them a music box as a clue.

“Never would it be night, but always clear day to any man’s sight.” What the fuck does that even mean?

What? A DVD with a girl’s lock of hair tied to it? God, this guy is sick to the bone.

Okay, so that guy creeps me out to no end. And the rules of the game are that they cannot use outside help beyond the original seven? Well, that is really helpful, dick.

What the fuck? He sent someone to Hotch’s place? And he could’ve hurt Hayley and Jack! What?!

What the fuck does that piece of paper mean? What, is it like the whole word-line-page numbers form a book? Oh lord. This is gonna be a heavy one.

Why did Gideon have JJ talk to the press if the guy clearly told them not to go to anyone? Oh boy. He’s playing with fire.

Oh my goodness, groggy Elle is the cutest thing ever! She’s so adorable!

Didn’t Hotch tell that agent to escort her home? Why is Elle alone there?

Oh shit! He’s in her house! Oh my god.

SERIOUSLY? They’re gonna stop the last episode of the fucking season on a cliff hanger where you see someone pointing a gun at Elle, the screen goes black and you hear a gunshot? YOU FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you so much, but what the fuck are they doing to all of my feelings?????

I know I should be writing my opinions on the season, but I’m so caught up that, with your permission, I’m going to just put this here and hurry on to the first episode of season 2, ok? See ya.

#criminal minds #s01e22 #season 1 finale #the fisher king #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #jason gideon #mandy patinkin #derek morgan #shemar moore #jennifer jareau #aj cook #elle greenaway #lola glaudini #spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #penelope garcia #kirsten vangsness #jane lynch #holy fucking shit #this is awesome i love every fucking minute of it #waiting for season 2