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shojizbae · 19 days

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My Rave Babies

Spencer Reid x Reader

rave baby part two

For three weeks, your coworkers had been barraged nonstop about your scandalous habits. "So, listen to any good EDM?" or " Going to any parties?" had been ringing in my ears all week. The team had managed to sneak in puns during a case.

"Well, that sheriff was just raving, man." Derek leaned against the counter and brought a paper cup to his mouth

"Enough," I groan and toss my head back

"C'mon, you can't just tell us you used to go to raves and then not take us," Emily explains

"We are in the dead of the midwest. Will a serial rapist be on the loose, and you're thinking about going to a rave?" I fill up a paper cup with coffee

"Well, do you know of any back home?" JJ offers, sliding effortlessly into the conversation.

"JJ, you have kids," I whine

"Will can watch them for the night." She refutes

"I can't. I'm going back to the murder case before this town is traumatized further." It's a less effective duck-out, but it draws attention away. Hotch gives me a bit of a look as I rejoin a discussion with an exhausted look.

"I hope you didn't stay up all night partying." He teases

"No, I got a full night's rest. I'm ready to take this guy in." Deny. Deny. Deny.

The case came to a close two days later, with the man castrating himself and then slitting his throat. Unfortunately, the connection that all of the victims had was that they frequented the same club. An EDM / Rocker club with very Rave-like vibes. The jokes flew on the plane ride home.

"Alright, alright, fine. I'm going to call my old friend. She'll let me know what's going on in town."

"Really?" Morgan jumps at the statement

"Yeah, don't make me regret this."

It was four days later that a festival would be in town for the weekend. I informed the team that tickets needed to be bought. I also let them know they should be on high alert for roofies and perverts. Skimpy clothes and loud music were catalysts for freaks.

"So you're really knocking the dust off?" Morgan holds an FBI mug up to his lips. He's got an all too-full-of-himself grin on his smug little face.

"Yeah, you're coming too?"

"Yeah, so is Emily."

"And me!" JJ holds each of my shoulders, "I'm so excited, Will hasn't stopped ogling the outfit in my closet. He said he needed to borrow some floss and held it up on the hanger."

"Is anyone else coming?"

"Yeah, Penelope and Spencer," Emily says

"Reid?" I nearly snort my coffee out

"That's my name." He traipses into the kitchen and dumps half the can of sugar into his mug.

"I figured a rave would be a little out of your comfort zone. You're really coming?"

"I-i-It is. But I'm trying some exposure therapy."

"I thought that has been disproven." Emily counters

"Clinically, yes. But some of the results of those who have conquered fear through exposure therapy are too nice to pass up. You know, in recent studies-"

"Yeah, we get it you're going." Derek cuts him off

"So, have you picked out an outfit?"

"It's no Halloween, but I figured I should just wear what I always do."

"What?"

The night came faster than I had expected. One night, I was filling out a report on a serial arsonist; the next, I was tying myself into a bikini and zipping up giant platform boots. I put on a silky kimono to disguise the scandalous outfit. We all taxied to the nearby party meeting to get our tickets and a wristband checked. Emily and JJ looked phenomenal. Penelope was show-stopping, though. A galaxy-printed dress, giant boots, and fishnets, bejeweled with bracelets and a bucket hat.

Derek was primarily shirtless, though he found a neon fishnet shirt and tactical boots over some burning man cargo shorts. Finally, Reid was the last of the group. Surrounded by a thousand people in their skivvies, he stuck out like a sore thumb in gray slacks, a purple pinstripe button-down, and a sweater vest. The most crazy part of his outfit was his mismatched DC and Marvel socks.

"Wow, you look-"

"You look," I motion up and down at him. "You know, for the youngest on the team, you look like you're babysitting." He laughs, but it seems like he's shriveling on himself.

"Don't worry, you look great," I reassure and slide my hand up and down his bicep reassuringly. Even if I'm typically a touchy person that gesture might seem too forward for coworkers so I retract my arm awkwardly.

"Dang, (Y/n), where were you hiding that body?" Emily came and patted me on the ass and then slung her arm over my shoulder.

"Ok, tipsy, why don't we get you some water?" I unfurl her from me

"That sounds great," Reid clears his throat. "My throat is feeling a little dry." Emily wraps herself around me, and JJ slings an arm over Reid's shoulder. Morgan follows behind us, and we find some bottles of water that are way overpriced. Music begins to bump behind us, and I drag the group into the heart of the crowd. Morgan rears off when he finds some girls eyeballing him. Penelope follows Derek to a group of fun.

JJ and Emily stay close by but jump and sway with the thrumming music. Reid looks out of place like a black sheep.

"DOC!" I shout over the loud music

"Yeah!"

"You look stiff!" I jump around and scream at him.

"I'm not much of a dancer. Maybe I should just go home."

"What?" I stop jumping. C'mon, you've just got to feel the music." I take a step closer. Thanks to the giant shoes I wear, I'm much closer to his face than I usually am. I loop my fingers into the belt loops on his hips and take another step closer. "C'mon, man, you've just got to feel the rhythm." with my hands, I make him sway his hips to the beat. With a bit of encouragement, he starts to do so by himself.

"Ok, just jump around. Let yourself feel free." I twist and jump to the ear-splitting music. He raises his arms apprehensively, and I fling mine on top of him to show him it's fine. With my permission, he raises them and starts to flail freely.

"Alright, pretty boy, get into it." Derek teases

"Don't listen to him. You look great." I jump and swing my arms like a toddler. Lost in the moment, I spin around to show off my back and shake my hips. I lose my control and dance like a maniac. I back up onto Reid and sway with him. As I feel eyes on us, Reid jumps away from me.

"Are you two having fun?" JJ drawls

"Have you been drinking?" I shout

"A lot!" She responds

"I'm having so much fun. Why did you stop this?" Emily screams

"The hangover you'll have tomorrow? Yeah, have fun taking a jet ride with your ears trying to compress into your skull. And one time I caught a nasty STI from hooking up with someone in a port-a-potty."

"What ew," Emily fake retches.

"Don't worry, I took antibiotics." The music came thrumming through the speakers as a new DJ started their set. Immediately, I recognized her and started leaping like a manic shrimp. "Oh my god, I love this song!" I twisted around and grabbed each of Reid's wrists.

"C'mon, dance with me!" my mind disappeared in the bass. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of my feet pounding into the dirt and the occasional collision of Spencer's limbs. Slowly, the thrumming of the tempo migrated to my ankles.

"Alright, it has been a long time since I've danced like this. I need a break."

"Yeah, I don't think these are the best dance shoes either." there's sweat on his brow, but he holds up one of his feet to show off the brown loafers.

"Let's find the rest of the group," I whisper scream in his ear. In the proximity, I feel my torso press to his. I nearly roll my ankle and he catches me by my hip. He stands me back up and steadies my hips.

"Ok, let's get you to a cab," We find Derek quickly. He only has one girl who won't let go of his bicep tonight. Emily, JJ, and Penelope cling back to us, and we leave the grounds all slightly limping. We all file into a taxi and people filter out of the car slowly.

"I think I'm going to get out here and just take the metro home." JJ and I are the only two left in the vehicle as Penelope gets out of the car.

"What no, just stay in the car. I'll drive you home."

"No, that's far too much."

"I could drive you home." JJ offers as we turn down the corner of her street."

"No, you live further than her."

"Reid, I'll drive you home," I demand.

"Alright, you two have a good night." JJ slinks out of the cab, and we watch Will open the door, and she leaps into his arms.

'the kids are sleeping.' I read from his lips

"They're going to have a fun night." I snort. Reid shrinks on himself again. "C'mon, you've had to have some sort of fun like this."

"No,"

"No?" The cab takes us to my neighborhood, and we get out. Reid insists on paying the driver. I let him in and opened the front door. He takes the same space on my couch and groans from the pain. I bring two cans of lemon seltzer water and slump down with my legs across his lap on the couch. I crack the cans and hand one to him.

"Oh, thank you," he takes it, and I take a big slurp of mine. I extend a foot up and put my ankle near his face

"Could you unzip me?"

Uh, uh, sure." He holds my ankle and tugs the zipper down the inside of my calf. Once it's down, I use my other foot to push it off with my other foot. I hold up the second foot and he obeys, tugging off himself.

"Thank you, I roll, crack my ankles, and sigh in relief. "Whew, those were killing me." I start to roll down my thigh-high fishnets.

"Uh, would you like to go to the bedroom to get changed?"

"No, I'm fine like this." I pull the second sock off. I readjust the slipper kimono and tug one of my blankets up my shoulders. I twist around to lie on Reid's chest, straddling his leg.

"Uh, what are you,"

"I'm tired, Spencer." I dig into his chest with my own and loop my arms around his neck. I readjust myself even more around him. His tie stabbed me in my temple, and I tugged it off his chest.

"Uh (Y/n), what are you-"

"Calm down," I say, undoing his top buttons for the skin-to-skin contact my body craves. Your chest is warm." I cuddle into it and kiss his collar.

"I had a good night, Spencer," I sink further into his frame and pull the blanket on harder. I feel a hand thread its way into my hair but dreamland takes me away.

"I had a good night too."

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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CATE. I NEED a enemies to lovers blurb where Spencer says something regretful and it hurts reader to the point where she's like crying and he does everything he can to make it up to her ending is your choice ofc

"Are you kidding?" Spencer spits in reply to what JJ had said. It was a joke, really, about how when it happened, Spencer would be the only member of the team not invited to your wedding. That was due to the fact he despised you for no reason.

You've had enough to drink that it's easier to ignore how much you wish he would tell you what his problem with you was because your grudge stemmed from his. And you're at the sweet spot where you're not drunk enough to yell at him in front of your boss in another colleague's kitchen and get fired.

You honestly don't even know why he's there. All he does is stand at the edge of the kitchen island and mope.

Still, he continues. "It's not like she'll ever get married. She'd actually have to be able to keep a partner for longer than a few weeks for that to happen...but it's better for every guy out there that she doesn't."

Your heart drops in your chest as soon as he stops, and his words sink in. It's the type of terrible feeling that makes you nauseous and embarrassed.

The other conversations stop. Your bickering is nothing new, but everyone knows he has taken it a step too far, not only for that evening but overall. There are unwritten rules about what counts as too mean, and love lives are off the table, or they were.

You bite your lip, but it doesn't help the tears stay invisible in your eyes, and the burning need to cry only increases. You don't say in reply, not because you want to take the high road but because you know you can't without crying. You can't even stay frozen there without crying, and you're sure as hell not going to let him see you break down, so you walk outside and slump down on the couch where no one can see.

You try not to think about what type of conversation is going on inside, whether everyone's laughing at your embarrassment or if Spencer's getting an earful from Morgan, who has already been warning him to behave better around you.

At least one member of the team didn't hate you.

You can't do anything but cry, sitting there feeling sorry for yourself and trying not to be too loud.

Then you hear the door open and close again before the footsteps of someone making their way over to you.

Unfortunately, it's the one person you didn't want to see. You would rather get told off by Hotch than have to look at Spencer. "Fuck off." You tell him, not even looking up. His stupid quirky converse tell you who's standing in front of you.

He sits on the outdoor coffee table, probably not something Rossi's going to appreciate. "I'm sorry."

You scoff. That's the final straw, and you look up at him, full of rage. There's no emotion left in you to feel embarrassed. "That's all you want to say to me? Seriously? A half-ass apology that the team probably forced you out here to give me? You can't treat me like that, you know?! God, you're such an asshole."

He nods, not interrupting you. "I know."

"You really should just leave me alone then since you're such an intolerable know-it-all." You decide, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Y/n." God, you hate it when he uses your name but what you hate more is when he talks to you in a comforting tone. It throws you off balance. "I know what I said was way out of line and I'm so sorry I humiliated you-"

You cut him off before he can continue. "No, no, you didn't. You humiliated yourself because everyone in there thinks you're a dick, and, quite frankly, I do too."

"That's fair." He agrees. "I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, and it's not true. The only bit that's true is what JJ said about me not being invited. It's the assholes that you date that are the fucking worst, and even then you give them too much time because you're a good person. I have no doubt that someone will be in love with you enough to marry you, and they'll be the luckiest person in the world."

It does something weird in your chest, and your heart beats uncomfortably. It's light, not like the heavy feeling of hatred which means, by default, it has to be the opposite emotion.

That is really not good.

"Spencer?" You finally speak meekly, tucking your knees to your chest so you look as small as you feel. He looks up at you from when he had been awkwardly looking at his shoes. "Why do you hate me? I just want to know what I did."

"You didn't do anything." He assures you, cracking a tiny smirk. "I'm just an asshole."

You're not going to take that as an answer. Even if he said it as a joke to deflect. "Not to everyone else, though. Just me."

He sighs, but he figures he has to be truthful if you're ever going to forgive him. "I like you, and I'm an idiot who doesn't know how to deal with that."

"Well, it's not like that." You quip, the words not fully hitting you for another moment. "You're mean to me because you like me? That's not mature."

Spencer nods, again agreeing. "It's not. It was wrong, and I can only hope maybe one day you could forgive me, and maybe I could even come to your wedding when it happens."

You chuckle, surprising him and yourself. "If you're nice to me, I'll even let you be a part of it."

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dantakeyoman · 10 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 | 𝐫. 𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨

♡ 𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * "𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕? 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕. …𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕." *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒖𝒓 𝒛𝒐𝒓𝒐'𝒔 𝒈𝒇 *

𝐎𝐍𝐄

"How much sake can this get me?" you asked in a low voice, slamming down a fistful of berries on the bar.

The entire place went silent at the sight of your wings, the white feathers making you look almost angel-like.

You tucked them away as the bartender cocked an eyebrow, taking the money, quickly counting it.

"Eh, a cup or two," he stated, a clear smirk on his face as he chuckled under his breath.

You sighed, furrowing your brow.

You unsheathed your mace and placed it on the bar, the dried blood from your last encounter speaking your message clearly.

The man was trembling as his hands went straight in the air, his annoyingly loud whimpering calling the attention of the entire bar.

"I'll ask you again. How much sake can this get me?" you asked darkly, your voice low as your eyes cut him where he stood.

"A bottle, alright! It'll get you a bottle! I'm sorry I tried to scam you! Please don't hurt me!" The man grovelled, tears streaming down his cheeks.

You scoffed, taking the mace off the counter and sheathing it.

"Just get me the damn drink so I can get out of here," you rolled your eyes.

He frantically nodded his head before turning around and searching the wall full of booze.

"While you're at it, I got a question for you," you started, taking a seat.

The man visibly shivered at my tone.

"I heard this used to be a town where a lot of pirates used to stop. That true?"

"Y-yeah. It's true. But that was before Captain Morgan made base here. Now, no pirate is daring enough to come anywhere near this village," the bartender nodded, his back turned as he searched the wall for some good sake.

You sighed. "Shame. I've been looking for a certain pirate. Was hoping you could point me in the right direction."

"If you don't mind, might I suggest you ask Roronoa Zoro," the man replied with a smile as he found the bottle, grabbing it and turning around.

'Roronoa Zoro?'

"The pirate hunter?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"He's bound to have heard of the pirate you're looking for. They're keeping him in the marines' prison yard. Usually I wouldn't suggest my clients go breaking into marine property, but you seem strong," the man answered, sliding the bottles.

You grinned, grabbing it and biting off the cork, taking a swig. "Thanks, old man."

"No problem. Sorry for trying to pull a fast one on you," He sheepishly chuckled, waving goodbye.

With that, you got up from your seat, walking out the bar and onto the street.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" you asked a woman that was walking past. "Do you know how to get to the marine base?"

"Just keep walking that way and you should reach it," she smiled, pointing west.

"Thank you," you bowed, allowing your wings to sprout and taking off, the entire marketplace gasping at the sight.

海賊狩

You landed on the ledge of a stone wall that surrounded the prison yard, and saw Zoro bound to a wooden pole

"They really gave you the royal treatment," You chuckled, taking another swig of sake as u tucked away your wings.

He ignored you.

Just then, a boy in a straw hat and a pink-haired boy popped up on both your sides.

"WHO ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE?! AND WHY DO YOU HAVE WINGS!?!?!" the pink one shouted.

"You don't have to shout, kid," you grumbled, rolling your eyes as you rubbed the ear he shouted into.

"I'm sorry, but why are you here?" he apologized, scratching his wrist.

"Yeah! You wanna talk to him or somethin'?" Straw Hat asked, turning to me.

"Something like that," you replied, looking away from the two.

"Hey, you three," a deep voice growled from inside the yard.

The three of you looked over to the man of the hour, only to see he had his gaze locked on you three.

"You're an eyesore. Get lost."

"You're not exactly a glorious sight either," you scoffed, taking another swig.

Pink Hair started freaking out but this girl climbed up a ladder and shushed him, looking left and right before lowering a rope, climbing down.

She ran up to Zoro and they began to talk, her holding out something in her hands.

Just then, three guys started to walk over, two being marines and one blonde in a purple suit.

They started talking for a little bit, Blondie eating whatever was in the girl's hands and then spitting it out on the floor, stomping on it.

She started crying.

Blondie looked like he was telling one of his men to do something before a man grabbed her and threw her over the wall.

You quickly jumped in the air and caught her, landing back on the wall.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

She nodded her head and you sighed as you carefully put her down, Strawhat making his way over to Zoro.

When you got over there, he was feeding Zoro a muddy rice ball.

"What are you two doing?" you asked, cocking a brow at the weird sight.

"He was hungry," Straw Hat shrugged.

"Shut up," Zoro spat.

"Whatever. I gotta have a word with you," you started, looking straight at Zoro

"Huh? Talk to me?" Zoro asked in confusion as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Being out here so long must be making you deaf, too," you rolled your eyes.

"SHUT UP!" He angrily shouted.

"Here's the deal. I'll untie you if you promise to join my crew," Straw Hat chimed, completely interrupting our conversation.

"What?" Zoro cocked a brow.

'Deaf.'

"I run a pirate crew, and I'm looking for people to join up," Straw Hat explained.

"No way! I'd never stoop to joining up with a criminal. Screw that business," Zoro scoffed.

"Says the man in marine custody," you smirked.

"Will you shut it!" Zoro growled, a vein popping in his neck

"And what's wrong with being a pirate?" Straw Hat asked.

"They're despicable. Like I'd ever want to join up with one," Zoro answered.

"Oh, come on! Gimme a break. Everyone already knows you as some vicious bounty hunter always out for blood," Straw Hat smiled.

"People can say whatever they want about me, but I've never done a single thing in my life that I regret. I will make it through this challenge. And after that, I'll accomplish what I want," Zoro smirked, looking us both in the eye.

"Wait, so you were challenged to stay here?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah. So what?" Zoro glared.

"They're gonna execute you," you shrugged.

"Huh?" Zoro cocked his eyebrow now.

"You're the Roronoa Zoro, and challenge or no the marines can't let you go. They'd be a laughing stock," you explained.

"That's great. But I've already decided that you're going to be on my crew," Straw Hat smiled, crossing his arms and still interrupting our conversation.

"What?! You can't do that!" Zoro barked.

"I hear you're one of the best swordsmen around," Straw Hat started.

"I am one of the best swordsmen around. But that idiot captain's son took mine away," Zoro stated.

"Guess I'll just have to go get it back for you. So if you want your sword, you're just gonna have to join my crew," Straw Hat smiled again.

"Now you're really pissing me off!" Zoro shouted.

Straw Hat laughed as he ran off.

"Wait...he's actually gonna bust in there alone?" He asked.

"Looks like it. Straw Hat! Pretty sure the base is the other way," you called to the boy, pointing your thumb behind you.

"Gum Gum Rocket!" Straw Hat shouted, stretching his arm and shooting past you.

Zoro's eyes went wide.

"What the hell is this guy?" He asked himself.

"Another devil fruit user," you chimed.

"Another?" Zoro asked, cocking a brow.

"I ate the Angel-Angel Fruit. It's what gave me these angel wings," you clarified, sprouting your wings as proof.

He looked like he was thinking for a moment.

"You said you wanted to talk to me earlier. Why?"

"I need to know if you've seen a pirate. Doflamingo," you started, drawing your mace and looking at the spikes longingly.

You would give your right arm to drive them through Doflamingo's skull.

"Why?"

"He killed someone very close to me and I need to bring him to justice. I figured since you are a pirate hunter, you would've seen something," you answered, brushing your fingertips against the sleek, wooden handle.

He paused for a moment, looking like he was taking in all of the information.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"(y/n)," you answered, lifting your gaze from your weapon and onto the swordsman.

His eyes were a deep onyx, full of ambition and drive, and easily able to slice your spirit with a single glare.

You felt a stirring awake in your stomach but suppressed it.

You I looked left and right an saw no marines in sight.

'Just do it.'

I sighed and tucked my mace back into my holster before standing up and untying him from the pole.

"What are you doing? That maniac is going to kill you for what you're doin' right now," Zoro stated, slightly surprised by your sudden decision.

"I'd like to see 'im try," you stated, still fiddling with the knot.

It was tied really tight.

"But you said you wanted to talk?" He asked.

"Can't talk to a dead man. I'll break you out, then we can talk afterwards," you answered, narrowing your eyes at the knot as you continued to fuss with it.

"How do you know I won't just leave you?" He asked again.

"I don't," you said simply, quickly glancing up him before turning your attention back to the ropes.

"End of the line," A raspy voice growled.

You both turned to see this guy with an ax for a hand and a metal jaw approach you with a whole squad of men.

"For the crime of treason against me, I sentence you both to die where you stand."

You and Zoro narrowed your eyes him and you quickly stepped away from Zoro, drawing your mace.

They all drew their weapons and aimed for you.

"You've been pulling some interesting moves around here. What is this? Some kind of poorly executed coup you two planned with the straw hat?" Ax Hand asked.

"I've always fought alone like a real man does. Not like a coward who hides behind his wall of expendable cronies," Zoro spat.

"Roronoa Zoro. Don't you dare underestimate me. You may be a strong fighter, but under my authority, you're just the rat we throw out with the trash," Ax Hand spat back.

"That must make you the garbage man," you glared, getting into a fighting stance.

Ax Hand furrowed his eyebrows and growled.

"Take aim!" He ordered.

They cocked their guns but you kept a stone-cold face.

"(y/n), get out of here," Zoro demanded, his tone unfaltering.

"Not a chance," you shrugged him off, keeping your eyes on the marines.

Just then, you heard glass shatter.

"Fire!" Ax Hand shouted.

The men fired their guns and you quickly outstretched your arms, getting ready to do your bullet-dodging technique when Straw Hat landed in front of you and Zoro.

海賊狩

#roronoa zoro #one piece #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa x reader #roronoa #zoro #one piece x reader

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keepthedaydreamsalive · 1 year

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a/n: i've had a fever for this entire week, definitely a struggle trying to make this part 2, but we did it! summary: part 2 of reader being in kieran's place but with my own spin on it. i might make this a slow burn. warnings: mention of abuse, kidnapping, being held hostage, minors DNI, low honor Arthur

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You don't remember when you arrived at this house, you were just sitting on the wooden floor near the fireplace. You hear humming from behind you, turn around to face the noise, and see your mother.

When was the last time you saw her? Has it been days, weeks, or months?

Something felt off.

Your mother stopped humming, looking up from her sewing, and smiled at you. "Are you alright, dear?"

You didn't realize how much you had missed her, your chest ached with longing.

"I... I've had a nightmare." you said, "It was terrible, I think I was taken away."

What did happen?

Your mother continued to smile, leaning closer to you. Then said, "Lil O'Driscoll, you need to wake up."

You woke up, gasping as you felt cold and wet from head to toe. When your vision cleared, you see Arthur standing there with a smug smile on his face as he held an empty bucket.

"You've had enough beauty sleep, O'Driscoll."

You've lost count of the days since the Van Der Linge gang has taken you back to their camp. You would pass out from exhaustion, waking up when they would pour a bucket of water over you or shoot near your feet. They would laugh when you would jump in fright.

They would taunt you by waving a bowl of stew near your face and dump it all on the ground in front of you. There are only about two women so far who would give you water from time to time, Mary-Beth and Tilly are their names.

Arthur hasn't shown you any mercy.

"Please," you began to plead, "I'm not one of them, how many times do I have to repeat myself?"

"You still haven't told me where to find Colm O'Driscoll." Arthur said, tossing the bucket to the side.

"I don't know where he is! If I did, I would tell you but I don't!" your wrists were tied together around a tree behind your back. You kept pulling at them, probably causing more cuts and bruises.

Arthur grabbed your chin with his hand, keeping you still. He leaned in close, his mouth nearly touching your ear but you could feel the slight stubble against your cheek. "We can play stupid or we can start talking but I'm not a very patient man, so decide quick."

"Do you even hear me?" you cried out, "I'm not one of them!"

The leader of the gang, Dutch Van Der Linde, came walking over to you and Arthur. He told Arthur to take a step back, now standing in front of you.

"Can you prove that you're not with them?" Dutch asked.

The scars.

"Yes but..."

"But what?" Arthur demanded, Dutch putting his hand up for him to take it easy.

"They beat me." you said, "They beat me a lot. Those beatings left their marks, so if you want your proof..."

Arthur and Dutch looked at each other. A silent agreement between them as Arthur moved towards you, his hands reaching for your shirt to unbutton it. He could see the scars that are scattered across your chest and along your collarbones.

"This doesn't prove anything." Arthur said.

That infuriated you, causing you to curse at him. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"Mr. Morgan, cut the ties." Dutch said.

Arthur didn't say anything else. He simply took out his knife, went behind you, and cut off the rope. You sighed in relief, rubbing your wrists, and could see blisters forming.

"Your name."

"It's y/n, Mr. van Der Linde."

Dutch smiled, taking your hand to shake it firmly. "Welcome to the family." When Dutch walked away, Arthur bumped your shoulder harshly.

"Still an O'Driscoll to me." Arthur said.

This was going to be hard.

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a/n: i know it's short but you try writing while having a fever as summer begins (you probably can and do it better) definitely want to make this a series and make it slow burn.

#arthur morgan #arthur x reader #rdr2 fanfic #low honor arthur

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Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 19: The Buried Castle Season 2: Episode 20: Pidge's Home Planet

Episode 19: The Buried Castle iirc this is the one where Pidge acts like a big brother to a group of kids, very cute episode

3 little kids are walking through the woods and find an abandoned castle after feeling a quake, obvs they must explore it because they're explorers, so they run for it already I'm questioning why they're even in the forest in the first place, have your parents taught you rugrats NOTHING?

The team saw it too through castle monitors, apparently it just came out of nowhere which is never a good sign There's a legend attached to it though, about a war long ago where people fought over its abandoned treasure but ended up destroying so much shit that the kings of the nearby kingdoms buried it because they couldn't destroy it Weird castle, no wonder people acted stupid for it

Pidge and Lance banter over whether going there is a good idea, your honor they're so sibling coded I love them and their dynamic so much

Pidge is allowed to go explore for treasure lol except Allura tells him to bring a mouse in case of trouble this is what we call foreshadowing people doivsdv

He ends up meeting the kids who are thoroughly freaked out in the forest and mistake him for a monster before he recruits them to help find the treasure Pidge ily but that is so dangerous for little kids, these guys are younger than you, and you're like 12 tops

Haggar and her cat appear, as per usual, and she messes with the little girl, Morgan, by casting a spell to have a hand grab at her from underground only for it to be a stick when Pidge gets it off her As expected, twas a trap, but also Pidge don't be so rude to the girl, she's scared out of her mind already

They get in and find a room with a treasure chest and stuff their pockets full of gems or whatever else was in it my first thought was that it was going to be a mimic, but no just shiny gems lol

Plot twist, not gems, they're actually snakes and toads, and the group only finds out after Pidge sees the cat and tries to lead the kids to the exit only to get locked in oh, also the room is spinning, and more hands lock the kids in place until they're trapped inside a huge bell still upside down The mouse comes in handy, and he's off to get some help

After Allura tells the team Pidge is trapped with some kids Keith is going worried mother hen on him and tries to radio in, to no avail how cute, I'm glad we get some found family moments

Oops, Haggar knew they were coming and as they approached the door she threw a skeleton army at them that apparently can rebuild themselves is that an ancient greek myth reference?

Keith lets the other three run inside while he shoots at the skeletons but they get trapped in the same bell anyway, then Haggar calls a robeast to LIFT THE CASTLE OUT OF THE GROUND AND TAKE IT TO DOOM this episode is so wild oh my god, also there was an animation error with Hunks sleeves in the bell, they were cut short!

Keith was on the castle when it got pulled out and decides to climb the tethers to stop the robeast himself Dude,, thats so dumb what the fuck

Some drule fighters get sent out and start shooting at him which makes him fall but obvs he's got mc protection so he lands on one of the fighters AND BREAKS IN TO CRASH LAND IT TO BLACK Keith what the actual fuck, task failed successfully

The castle is cut loose AND CRASHES ONTO ARUS SOMEHOW NOT KILLING EVERYONE IN THE BELL look i know this is a sci-fi show but no way is that believable in this setting either

Voltron forms up AND APPARENTLY HAS NUNCHUCKS?? HELLO?? NO WONDER NOBODY CAN DEFEAT THE GUY HE HAS AN ARMORY AT HIS DISPOSAL

After the robeast is defeated Pidge is training the kids like soldiers and Lance calls him out on there being no training for being a treasure hunter

Lance: besides there's no such thing as real treasure kid 1: that's not true we found a real treasure in Pidge! IFVNSODV THAT'S SO CUTE OMG

/episode end

Episode 20: Pidge's Home Planet Ah shit, the episode I was dreading and the reason why I hate Coran so much

Starting off with coronation talk! Allura obvs is next in line for the throne and nanny talks about the crown her father and his father before him wore at their coronation I like to think Allura isn't the only girl who gets crowned as ruling monarch but this is a big deal!

ofc there's talk of marriage before she does and Nanny refers to the boys as "things" she needs to let go, so she can settle down and be a proper princess/queen AND PROCEEDS TO BE THE MOST CLASSIST BITCH IN EXISTENCE how fucking rude, I refuse to respect this woman ever

Jfc,, Nanny says that if they don't leave after Allura gets married/Voltron isn't needed anymore then they can be her guards that do nothing but answer to her every whim, and then Coran tries to say it's not them forcing marriage on Allura it's the Arusian populations what a fucking joke, how can they treat their literal heroes like they're space bums as Hunk put it

Hell yeah, the boys stormed about because of the treatment, except they go do some scans of space and Pidge finds out his home planet, Balto, is getting hit by some pretty big missiles This kid is like 12 tops dude,, that's gotta be a tough sight

OOOH MY BLOOD IS ON FIRE, the boys are starting to rush to go give Balto some aid but apparently Allura Coran and Nanny know and decided TO BRING THE FUCKING GUARDS INTO IT AND CORAN PUTS THE TEAM ON HOUSE ARREST AFTER THEY REFUSE TO STAY ON ARUS Their reason is that they're afraid Arus will be left defenseless and normally that'd be fine EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THEY'VE GONE OFF PLANET MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE

Pidge isn't having it and starts beating up the guards, the boys follow suit before rushing to the lions, except Allura starts sobbing and begging Keith that they need to stay like it's not that I don't understand her worry because it's a fair thing to fear EXCEPT YOU'RE WILLING TO LET A PLANET BE DESTROYED? EVEN MORE SO THAT IT'S ONE OF MY PLANET'S OWN SAVIORS HOME?? FUCK COMPLETELY OFF

Coran: I can't blame them for going, let's give them a proper send off (PROCEEDS TO SHOOT ALL THE CASTLES WEAPONS AT THE LIONS TO STOP THEM FROM LEAVING ATMOSPHERE) ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, THIS IS WHY CORAN IS ON MY HITLIST

Lance: Beneath that hard shell there beats a heart... a heart of solid granite GET HIS ASS MCCLAIN

Of course those assholes were right and Zarkon planned Balto's attack as a distraction for the team, so he can conquer Arus, Lotor gets sent to make sure the boys can't teamwork their way out of danger I want to bite into a block of wood holy shit, this episode is bringing up all the damn rage

The team gets to Balto, Keith and hunk tell pidge to steel himself which is sweet of them, and the first thing they see is decimation, Lance says that everything is wiped out but Pidge argues that they don't know that my poor boy, he shouldn't be out there, but he's part of the only team who can even do anything

Oh god, the team finds Pidge's hometown and Pidge can't even recognize it, everyone is starting to tear up now, especially Pidge who's trying to be strong as he goes down to search for anyone, to no avail Pidge says his people got off planet in time, but I refuse to believe that especially if the attacks came out of nowhere which they most likely did

Lance gets really sentimental about Pidge's culture and civilization being turned to dust in just a day before Lotor attacks and sends them to their lions He's always been my second favorite and these small pieces of dialogue are part of the reason why

Lotor sends out a robeast and starts absolutely kicking the teams' ass, apparently Keith and Allura have a telepathic link because he asks for her help because they're a team, and she finally realizes that he's right, so she rushes off to do the right thing About fucking time princess, I don't think Pidge will ever trust you again though

As she gets there the boys are still getting beat up but they're fighting hard for Balto, Lance digs his way towards a volcano and sets the bitch off to give the team time to regroup and finally see allura again to form Voltron and as always the fight is won, but not without a major loss

The team has to fly off planet asap because the fight destabilized it so much it starts to break apart My heart hurts, the entire team is sobbing, and Pidge can only whisper for his home

Lance sympathizes with him, his own home had been destroyed, even if it wasn't a planet wide destruction like Pidge's He's definitely going to look after Pidge a lot more after this, brotherhood to the max

The planet finally explodes, Pidge cries for not being able to see his house one last time, his family apparently was off world, so he doesn't even know where they are either Iirc Pidge and his twin were adopted, so I wouldn't be surprised if they were off visiting some place, and his twin is part of the vehicle force while I'll cover after dotu

Allura tells him she's going to make him an Arusian citizen in response to not having a home anymore which he accepts, and they make their way back to Arus for a banquet in honor of his new citizenship It's a sweet gesture and definitely appropriate but christ, this kid lost him home right in front of his eyes, he seems ok at the end of the episode, but nobody would be after that

/episode end

#voltron #voltron dotu #voltron defender of the universe #80s voltron #let's rewind!#toast talks #im sniffling over here man #i cant watch ep 20 without tearing up for Pidge #so little yet he fits so much angst

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shrinkthisviolet · 8 months

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morgan and barry and/or thallen and/or westhallen for the prompts ❝ hey, don't laugh at me! ❞, ❝ you can't possibly have thought that was funny. ❞, and/or ❝ i'm laughing because you're laughing! ❞ :)

Hiii sorry I've had a crazy couple days, but here this is!

Under the cut (especially for the second one, since that got long):

Barry & Morgan [childhood friends au]

In the canon Morgan AU, Morgan comes out to Caitlin first. But in the childhood friends AU, it goes a little differently!

(And for a little background...I haven't written this fic yet, but Barry and Morgan reunite when she's 13, and this takes place shortly after that)

“Sometimes I just feel…” “Different?” “Weird.” Morgan sighed. “You and Iris look at people and go, “oh, that guy’s hot.” “That girl’s hot.” “Look at his muscles.” And so on. But…me? I look at guys…or even girls…and think well yeah, their eyes are pretty or their face sure is symmetrical.” Barry laughed. “Hey, don’t laugh at me!” Morgan protested. “Barry, I’m actually worried here!” “Sorry, sorry.” He sobered. “Look, Mo…you’re 13. You gotta give it another couple years before you say for sure…because having crushes and stuff…it only just starts around your age. Some people are—“ “Late bloomers?” She guessed flatly. “Sometimes. Not always.” He sighed. “A word does come to mind, I’ll admit.” She perked up. “What is it?” “Hold on,” he cautioned, “I wasn’t kidding about it still being too early to say. Just…tell you what. You give it another couple years, and if your feelings don’t change…I’ll tell you what the word is, and you can do some reading and figure out if it fits you. Okay?” “Okay.” She beamed, hugging him. “Thanks, Bar.” He smiled. “Anytime, Mo.”

Westhallen (in an AU where Eddie lives!)

I was trying to write Thallen, but uh...this sorta got away from me 😅

“What’s on your mind, Bar?” Barry blushed at that, as he usually did when Eddie called him that “I, um…nothing, really. I just…this is nice.” Eddie laughed. “Ouch. Here I thought we were getting along and everything.” “Not that!” Barry protested. “I just mean…you’re alive, we’re all sitting around, and we’re all happy.” “And?” Iris prompted, nudging him again. “And…what?” “And you’re hiding something, Bartholomew.” “Hey!” Barry protested, while Iris and Eddie set off into giggles. “Uncalled for!” “Bartholomew,” Eddie repeated, laughing again. “It suits you. Dorky and adorable, just like you are.” “That is not—wait.” Barry blushed. “Did…did you just say…?” He’d heard that wrong, hadn’t he? Or interpreted that wrong? “Eddie,” Iris scolded, but strangely, she was smiling too. What's going on? “Hey, I’m trying to ease into it!” Eddie protested. “Unless you wanna ask?” “Ask…what?” Barry asked, frowning. “Barry,” Iris said slowly, “um…don’t take this the wrong way, and feel free to say no, but—” “—we were thinking,” Eddie said, “or…really I was, and then Iris was, so then we both were—” “—after Eddie said there were three people in this relationship, neither of us could stop thinking about it, really—” “Are you guys starting a band or something?” Eddie and Iris froze, stared at him, and then burst out laughing again. “Wh—hey!” Barry protested, though he started laughing too. “It’s not that funny!” “Then why are you laughing?” Iris protested, still fighting her own giggles. “I’m laughing because you’re laughing!” As they stopped laughing, Barry managed to finally quell his own laughs, huffing. “You can’t possibly have thought that was funny.” “You laughed too, Bar,” Eddie pointed out. “Because you two have infectious laughter! That’s not my fault!” “Okay!” Iris clapped her hands. “Look, I’m just gonna say it. Barry, are you in love with me?” Barry blushed to the roots of his hair. “I, um, well, that is…maybe? Yes?” “And with Eddie?” Iris prompted. At his hesitation, she added gently, “It’s okay if you are, you know. In love with either or both of us. We just wanna know.” Barry exhaled and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m in love with both of you. But I…I know you two are together. I get it. I’m…I’m not gonna get in the way, I swear.” “Oh for crying out loud!” Iris rolled her eyes, then leaned in and kissed him. And it was…amazing, really. He remembered kissing her at the waterfront, remembered how amazing that was…but that was rushed, and this was slow, full of love and passion. Barry blinked, glancing from her to Eddie. Eddie, for his part, didn’t look angry or upset at all. “Uh…?” “Do you mind if I kiss you too?” Eddie asked slowly. “I, um, sure? But Iris—“ “It’s okay,” Iris assured. “Go on.” So, reluctant though he was, Barry leaned forward and kissed Eddie. And that was something else. Barry felt the sparks there too, and it was…amazing. He’d never thought it would actually happen…and yet… “So…what’s going on?” He asked slowly. “What is this?” “Barry,” Iris said, grinning, “Eddie and I were wondering if you’d like to be in a throuple with us.” A th—oh!” Barry felt stupid for not realizing it before. “Oh, no wonder…that makes sense now. No wonder you laughed.” Iris laughed again. “In fairness, it’s…kind of a strange request. That’s why we were kinda nervous to ask.” “And we don’t have much experience with it,” Eddie added, squeezing his hand, “but…we’d like to try. With you, if you’re willing.” Barry squeezed both of their hands with a bright smile. “More than willing.”

I don't usually write Westhallen, but somehow this scene just demanded a throuple ending 😅

Also I'm still taking requests for this list if anyone else wants to send them!

prompt list!

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#the flash #barry allen #oc: morgan wells #iris west #eddie thawne #brotp: i know my hero #westhallen #lavi’s prompt fills #childhood friends au

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wonderwomanfantasy · 2 years

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under the stars together (part five)

part one/ part two/ part three/ part four/ part five/ part six/ part seven/ part eight/ part nine/ part ten(smut)/ part eleven& epilogue.(smut)

werewolf!OC x Fem!Reader

warnings: Daddy issues AND Mommy issues, mentions of illness and surgery, acts of violence, mentions of blood & gore, smut, werewolf smut,

word count: 2,800 (about)

summary: the sun is hot on your face as you ride into the unknown. home is to your back and you don't know what the future holds. Just how you like it. You've run here all on your own, and there's nothing tying you down, It would be so easy to pick up and start running again. It's freeing, It's terrifying. You could run, but you're choosing to stay.

Despite what he said, things were uncomfortable for days after. He didn’t crack jokes as often and when he did, you had to force yourself to laugh. Cole even missed walking you to your bike one day, which hurt a little bit. It was only once but you’d come to like those little interactions and you hadn’t realized how much they’d come to mean to you until he stopped. Luckily it was just once and he was back to his routine the next day. After that, you started making an effort to meet him halfway. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d made a friend. Most of the people you were close with you’d met years ago and had no clue why they stuck around you. But you tried with Cole, and things seemed to go back to normal.

Until one day you came in and Cole looked ready to keel over. Cole gave you a tight-lipped smile as you came in but it did nothing to relax the grim look on his face. “Hey spitfire, we’re going to be closed for three days next week,”

“Are you sick? “ you asked, ignoring what he’d said entirely.

“No, just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” he sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose.

“Why are we closed next week, does it have something to do with why you didn’t sleep?” you asked, guessing correctly that the two were connected.

“My family is coming into town.” He said “family” like they were a pack of wild animals coming through town instead of people. You had assumed that Cole’s family lived in town, that seemed to be the case for most people, you’d never guessed that he, like you, was an outsider to this place.

“And that’s bad?” you pushed.

“No- not bad but stressful. I don’t see my family often, usually just at Christmas so they’re going to be clingy, If I kept the shop open they’d come and try to talk to me, they’re going to want to hear every second of every day since I last see them and they’re going to be pissed when I tell them I haven’t done anything. My mom is going to take over my kitchen, and since both my brothers and my sister are staying with me that means I’m going to get kicked out of my room and sleep on the couch, I only have so much room I can’t have five people under one roof and they’re bringing the fucking horses I don’t have room for horses-”

“Horses?” you asked, cutting off his rant. You had loved Horses when you were a little girl, but you’d never gotten the chance to actually in person. Cole nodded.

“Two of em, they’re getting old so my mom is shipping them up to my uncle's farm- it’s a real farm that’s not a euphemism, they can play with kids pose as unicorns shit like that but my place is just the perfect halfway point so those stupid fucking animals can stretch they’re legs and rest, god forbid I rest-”

“What kind of horses are they?” you asked, cutting him off again.

“Brown ones?” he answered.

“Brown ones, what kind of answer is that?”

“I don’t know they’re my mother's horses.”

“Are they show ponies? Or do they plow fields? Do you ride them? Are they hot-blooded or-”

It was his turn to cut you off, “show ponies I think, they did agility courses and jumped, and they’re warm-blooded they’re horses,” you rolled your eyes but let the comment slide.

“Show horses, are they Thoroughbreds? Or Morgans or-”

“Morgans!” he snapped his fingers when he said it, for the first time that day he smiled, really smiled.

“Morgans are beautiful horses, they’re very versatile, just as good at endurance riding as they are for dressage,” you said, quoting from a book on horses you’d had as a girl.

“You like horses?” he asked a little disbelievingly.

“When I was younger I did, I just remembered some of the things I picked up,” You said trying for nonchalant.

“Have you ever ridden one?” he asked.

“No, never even seen one in person,” you admitted.

“Would you like to?”

“See one or ride them?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Both. My family would love to rant to someone who cared about horse nonsense, and I’m sure they’d let us take them for a walk through some of the backroads, they owe me that much,” he offered. You hesitated, you didn’t want to lead him on, and you certainly didn’t want to meet his family. But you wanted to ride a horse.

“If it's not too much trouble,” you said timidly, Cole burst out laughing.

“Never thought I’d see the day I’d see you, meek Spitfire,” he teased.

“What was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to threaten you into letting me ride your family’s horses?” you snapped back.

“There’s my Spitfire,”

“If the rest of your family are as bad as you I want no part of it,”

“Oh they’re much worse, but I won’t let them tease you that’s my job,”

You wanted to drop it, but you couldn’t keep your curiosity contained. You had to know. Was he raised on a horse farm? Or a farm- farm? No to either, He lived in the city, his father worked as a mechanic and his mother was from old money, horses were her passion she always kept a few around to ride at shows and ride around the countryside. Cole had known how to ride a horse almost before he’d known how to walk. His brothers and sister had taken after his mother and had taken an interest in the horses. Cole had been the only one to take after his father and look after cars instead of animals.

“He’d only just bought this place when he passed away,” he said, wistfully. “I’ve had it longer than him at this point, it’s kind of sad to think about it that way, it doesn’t feel like my place it’s still just my dad’s place that I work at.” You just nodded unsure what to say.

He told you about his siblings, Erik, Hannah, and Jake. Cole was the eldest, the other three would team up together to pull pranks on him or kick his ass when they rough housed. It sounded like he wrestled with them a lot.

It was bittersweet to hear about his home life. You’d never had a stable home life, constantly bouncing between your mom and dad, not feeling wanted by either of them. He talked so animatedly about his childhood. it was hard not to smile along with him, but you were also jealous that he’d gotten the home life you’d always wanted. Cole’s family was extensive, Uncles and Cousins, great aunts, and people he couldn’t remember how they were related to but were family all the same. It made your chest ache.

“I can see how that can be stressful, it’s always been just me and my dad, it’s not always perfect but at least that’s only one other person I have to keep track of,” you said,

“What’s your dad like?” he asked, you recoiled reflexively from the question.

“He never wanted kids. He was always kind of bitter that he had to take care of me.” Cole waited for you to say more, but you didn’t, even when he pressed lightly. How could you even begin to describe it? Your dad had never been abusive. But it was draining, living with someone who didn’t want you. You had tried so hard to do everything perfectly wondering when you’d find the thing that would make him stop hating you. It had been so freeing to realize nothing would ever make you good enough to him and you could stop trying. Freeing and also crushing.

Things had gotten better when you’d started acting like your own person, taking care of yourself, and acting more like his roommate than his daughter. But he never missed an opportunity to fight with you, and you wanted your freedom just as badly as he wanted his. He wondered if he would let you come back, or start subtly hinting that you were old enough to get your place, it was a small miracle he didn’t completely cut you off when you turned eighteen.

Your mother was different, you only ever saw her for a few weeks out of the year. All and all you’d only seen her for a few months spread over twenty years. She wanted to love you, but how could she when she didn’t know you? Her attempts to connect were sweet but felt hollow. You were her child she was supposed to love you. Still, you’d jumped at the chance to come here and help her when you heard her liver was failing and it was killing her, even if it meant undergoing the painful procedure, but that had less to do with helping her than it did getting away and being on your own for the first time.

You’d planned on staying in a rented apartment on your own when you first said you were coming to Sunfield but she’d refused, she needed you in the house.

You weren’t ready to unpack all of that with Cole. He, to his credit, let it drop and switched to talking about the horses again. His family had had a border collie at one point, but his mother had found that she preferred being the herding dog, so to speak. His family often kept dogs apparently, a trait that he’d kept into adulthood. Cole showed you pictures of his mixed breed, Ino.

“Do I get to meet her too?” you asked as he flicked through pictures of Ino on his phone.

“Sure, when you come to see the horses you can play with her too, she’s friendly,” he promised, which only served to increase your excitement.

You couldn’t help but bring it up every chance you got. Some of your enthusiasm seemed to rub off on him, Cole almost seemed happy the day his family came into town.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon?” He asked, holding onto your bike.

“Yes,” you agreed. You would see Cole tomorrow, but outside of work. You would go to his house and see where he lived for the first time. It made you nervous, but you weren’t going to back down.

“And you know the way?” he asked.

“Pretty sure I can figure it out,”

“Call me if you get lost?” you rolled your eyes.

“You worry too much I can handle myself,” you sighed.

“Fine fine, see you then,” Cole relented.

Cole lived on the edge of town practically in the woods. It was a large log cabin settled in the middle of a clearing, it was a beautiful place, perfect for horses you thought. Cole was waiting on the porch when you pulled up to the house.

“You didn’t have too much trouble finding the place right?” he asked. You took off your helmet and placed it on the seat of the bike.

“It was fine, show me the horses,”

“Nice to see you too Spitfire,”

Cole walked you through his house, the second the door opened a small brown dog jumped into your lap, barking happily and wagging her tail as you scratched behind her ears.

“Leave it, Ino,” Cole said, and the dog jumped down off of your legs and went off back into the house. Cole gestured and lead you to the living room. You saw four people sitting in his warm spread out between two armchairs and a large couch, two women and two men. The eldest, Cole’s mother, stood to greet you.

“Oh look at you darling, Cole told us all about you,” Mrs. Allman said, crossing over to you, before you could resist she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug. You noticed that her voice had the same soft southern accent that Cole’s did. She didn’t seem to care when you went stiff in her arms. Mrs. Allman was incredibly warm, her skin was like she was burning with fever, and she smelled like clean linen and flowers.

“Mom,” Cole said in a warning tone and she let you go.

“RIght the horses, did Cole tell you their names?” she asked, motioning you to the backyard, where you could see two brown horses tied to a post with thick leather straps.

“No, he said he didn’t know,” you said. Mrs. Allman shot a dirty look at her eldest son, she held the door open for you and then guided you closer to the horses.

“Two males, Cisco and Ranger, Ranger is going to be your horse, he’s a little bit smaller and has that yellow spot on his foot, see?” She asked, pointing at the hoof. You nodded seeing what she meant. She undid the leather reins and turn the horse’s head to face you.

Your breath caught for a moment, the animal was huge and breathtaking. “Can I touch him?” you asked.

Mrs. Allmen laughed and guided your hand as you carefully ran the flat of your palm over his nose. “He likes you, do you want to feed him?” she asked and you agreed almost before she got the words out. She pulled an apple out of her pocket and handed it to you. Ranger sniffed and then took the apple from you, his lips tickling the palm of your hand.

“You look like a kid on Christmas,” Cole laughed, you didn’t realize he was there, but you didn’t take your eyes off the horse,

“This is the best day of my life,” you murmured, making them both laugh.

“Do you want to go ride now?” Cole asked. And you nodded. He showed you how to get on and off a few times, and then helped you get on for yourself. He didn’t touch you, but his hands hovered around your waist ready to catch you if you lost your balance. You were very proud of yourself when you sat on the saddle. Cole showed you how to usher the horse forward, how to turn, how to go fast, and how to stop.

“You’re a natural,” he laughed, you beamed at him, you felt like a little kid again.

“Knew I would be,” you couldn’t keep your joy contained,

“Ready to go for a real ride?” he asked, and you nodded happily,

The two of you took off, Cole leading the way to the path he wanted to take, it was exhilarating, the wind in your hair and the sunshine on your face.

Cole led you to a hiking trail, it was an easy slope of compact dirt. Both sides of the road were thick with lush greenery, trees, bushes, and weeds. You noticed how dull the green looked, the leaves on everything were starting to go brown and orange. somehow fall had crept up on you without you noticing.

The two of you brought the horses down to a slow walk, just enjoying the scenery and each other's company.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before,” Cole said. You felt self-conscious as you tried to remember if you had ever smiled in front of him. You thought he was right.

“I’m just kind of stingy with my smiles I guess,” you said, you turned away running your hand over Ranger's neck.

“Then, I feel lucky that I got to see one,” he said, he was looking at you, you could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t meet his gaze.

“How long is your family going to be in town?” you asked.

“They leave tomorrow,”

“Will they pass through again on their way back?” you asked.

“No, there's a quicker way back home, they only stopped here for the horses, and I doubt I’d let them take over my house so soon again.”

You thought Cole might be more welcoming when it came to his family if there was just one more bed to spare.

“Oh yeah right, you’re such a hard ass, I don’t think you could turn them away if you tried,” you snarked Cole rolled his eyes,

“I’m only sweet to you, you know, most people in town think I’m mean, scary even,” he said.

“People in town think I’m mean and scary too, their opinion doesn’t mean much to me, as far as I’m concerned you are sweet,” you teased. Cole brought his horse closer to you, he could reach out and touch you if he wanted to.

“And what about you? Are the people in town right about you being mean and scary?” he asked. You thought about it.

“Not always, but I don’t get the chance to be anything else often,” you said.

“I hope you can be yourself with me, I’d like it if we could be closer friends,” he said,

“You know about my love of horses, that's my darkest secret so we’re off to a good start,” you admitted.

“I didn’t realize how much you’d like this,” Cole said, “I’ll let you know if my family ever brings anyone else up to me,” he promised.

“I’d like that.”

#werewolf x reader #fem reader #monster x reader #monster lover #werewolf boyfriend

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Spending Christmas in Chicago at Fran’s. Morgan’s sisters building a snowman with Jack while Hotch and Derek enjoy a lazy morning under the warm covers.

Hotch and Derek attending the annual Christmas play at Jack’s school and going for hot chocolate at the Christmas market afterwards.

Both of them falling asleep on the sofa on New Year’s Eve, Jack taking a picture and sending it to Jess and Fran.

Well, I am absolutely certain you had no intention of me using all 3 of these in one story, but I did. With an added dash of baby fever! Hotch and Morgan plus a pregnancy announcement. I think I might carry this one on, too, as a long-term story if anyone is interested? Add it to the pile, folks! I don't write a lot of baby-centric fics but I was sort of in the mood here for some reason. Lots of sweet, soft fluff. Some angst. 3.5k words of SURPRISE WE'RE HAVING A BABY.

***there is comfort where we overlap ***

“We have to go,” Derek said, breezing through the bedroom, from hallway to bathroom with a purpose. Hotch had been in there for over an hour either showering, shaving or having some kind of extended quiet panic attack. “You almost ready?” On the counter was an open bottle of Tums, extra strength, half empty. He popped the lid closed and looked around.

Silence. Derek peeked behind the shower curtain to find Hotch just...sitting...beneath the water. “Aaron, come on.”

“What time is her appointment?” Hotch's voice was small and wet sounding.

“Doesn't matter. We'll know when we know. Come on, Jack's expecting us to show up for this cookies and cocoa thing with his teachers beforehand. Jessica will actually murder us if we miss it, I guarantee it.”

“I know.” He made no effort to move, however.

“Then get up and come on. It's out of our hands.”

Hotch wasn't usually one to mope around, and under normal circumstances he would be the one who had everything together and was ready hours beforehand. But there was something about this particular circumstance that had completely robbed him of the ability to exist. Slowly he unfurled his long legs and stretched them while Derek cut off the water supply and dropped a towel on top of his head rather unceremoniously. “Up.”

“I'm getting up.”

“No, you're stretching like a lazy cat. Get up.”

He got up. Begrudgingly, he managed it and toweled himself off entirely before stepping out of the tub. Derek had already laid out some clothes for him and threatened to set a timer for him to get ready, but Hotch didn't protest and didn't drag his feet. He simply did his best to turn his brain off and put his clothes on.

C'est la Vie had never been in Hotch's life plan. His need for control ran so deep that he couldn't even let other people drive the car he sat in. And this situation was so far outside of his control that it was giving him an ulcer, or at least adding to the one that was already in there. He could feel it gnawing away at his stomach lining. For the last two weeks he'd been eating Tums and drinking Alka Seltzer at an alarming rate. He was making himself sick, and there wasn't anything Derek could do to stop the spiral except wait it out and remind him they had no control and if they found out that it hadn't happened...they would simply try again. And again. And it wouldn't have been his fault.

They missed cookies and cocoa by ten minutes, but they made it before the play started. Just in time to apologize and promise that they'd go out to the little Christmas market downtown afterward to see the tree lighting and parade. They would have just enough time to pop in, grab some hot cocoa, watch the tree lighting and hit the road. Hotch wasn't thrilled, but he'd been the reason for the tardiness, so he kept his protest to a minimum. “It's three degrees,” Hotch muttered, but he'd already given in.

The play was sweet. Not great, most of the kids forgot their lines and some had even lost parts of their costumes, but it was sweet. The really little ones looked like a box full of kittens had been upended on the stage and they all scattered in different directions. There were teachers and parents rushing the stage to set them back on track. The slightly older kids, like Jack, stood on the risers and sang their parts and spoke their lines sometimes too loud, sometimes too quiet, always off key - but overall, it was about as good as could be expected. It would leave them with stories to tell, if nothing else.

As they sat, Hotch worried his thumb over his nailbeds and kept it hidden in his pockets. As if Derek didn't know what he was hiding. With some otherworldly level of stealth, Derek reached over, pulled one of his hands free and squeezed it. At attempt at being reassuring but it only made Hotch feel like crying. That Derek was so laid back and he was absolutely beside himself was cruel.

Their phones were off. Derek had insisted. Not just silence but completely off. “Whatever the result is, we don't need to know while Jack's on stage. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Derek led a standing ovation for the kids, much to the delight of the kids on stage who took exaggerated bows and pointed at their families and smiled for pictures. Hotch, for one brief moment, was completely overwhelmed by what was happening on the stage and how completely sweet it was and forgot entirely about the text he was anticipating. In fact, his mind wandered in the other direction, and he found himself wishing he could turn to his right and see Haley there smiling up at Jack through tears of joy and laughter.

Finally, in the lobby while Jack was with his class getting their things together, it was time. Derek took his phone out and looked at Hotch a little expectantly when the screen began to show signs of life. They both saw it, the little flashing light that said he had a text. “No matter what, it's okay, right? If it didn't take this time, we'll try again...”

Hotch's sample had been hard to come by. The timing was off, his work schedule was impeding every attempt at an appointment he made, his stress levels were through the roof...he was starting to feel dead in the water before he'd even made it to the damn clinic.

“Yeah,” Hotch whispered, his breath caught in his throat. If it didn't take it would be entirely his fault and sure they could try again and again, but at a certain point it would be worth questioning how they were going about this. It was their second attempt. The first time, Hotch had wept for a whole night in spite of himself. Derek had to admit that he was disappointed, too, but he could see it for what it was: an imperfect science. They were warned it might take a few attempts and it wouldn't indicate anything wrong, not right away. But Hotch had a hard time seeing it that way when he thought back to the years and years that he and Haley had tried and failed, tried and nearly succeeded, tried and tried.

Derek held his phone up to Hotch, and through the shine of tears he saw the photo, the piece of paper with a big bold word printed right at the top of all the other various lab results. POSITIVE.

“You see it? You see what it says?” Derek asked, unable to wipe the smile from his face. Hotch sniffed and pulled his handkerchief from his pocket before nodding. He was staring at it. Couldn't take his eyes off of it. “We're doing this.”

His voice didn't seem to work, but Derek didn't mind that. He just held up his phone, snapped a picture of Hotch with tears in his eyes, and sent it to Sarah as confirmation that they were ecstatic.

In a few hours, after the Christmas market, they would be on a plane with Jack headed to Chicago to spend the week of Christmas with Derek's family and they would have to keep this quiet until Christmas morning. “Can we tell Jack?” Derek asked, and Hotch shook his head.

“No. Sarah wants everyone to find out when your mom does, she was adamant about that.”

“You don't think he can keep it a secret?”

“Derek. Jack has proven, time and again, to be abysmal at keeping even the most basic of secrets. I would love to tell him but I think it would be ill-advised.”

“All I heard was blah blah blah. Let's tell Jack. I want him to know he's going to be a big brother.” He paused, really taking a second to look at Hotch, at the way the color had drained from his cheeks and the tears glistened in his eyes. “Let's go sit down on that bench and wait for Jack before you pass out right here. We'll decide when we see him.”

Hotch allowed Derek to lead him to the bench, but he wasn't intending to budge on the rest. He was certain that they should not tell Jack, as much as they both wanted to. Until the minute that Jack appeared before them dressed like a little elf and even Hotch could hardly contain himself. With one sideways glance that Derek took as approval to spill the beans (whether it was or was not would be the topic of many discussions throughout the week), the words spilled out.

“Jack,” he said, pulling the kid into his lap. “You ready to be a big brother?”

(x)

There's regular snow and then there is Chicago snow. Hotch relinquished the driving reigns infrequently, but when the snow on the side of the road was piled up as high as the car, and the slush they had to drive in threw the car around like a rag doll, he handed the keys to Derek without any fuss. He could drive in regular snow, out on country roads was his specialty, but there was something daunting about having to adapt to both big city driving and deep snow that he simply couldn't manage. Something about it tipped the scales from him having control to having absolutely none.

The storm was moving in quickly, and they'd been fortunate that their plane had even been allowed to land at O'Hare, but they'd be pushing their luck to make it all the way to Fran's unscathed. By the end of the drive, the car was more like a sled on the big busy streets just sliding without traction, and once they were on the side streets the poor thing was working double time to pull itself through the mounds of wet slush and snow that wouldn't be plowed for days to come. But they made it in one piece and were ready to hunker down and wait out the rest of the storm inside Fran's nice warm home.

And they had four whole days to keep a huge secret from everyone.

The look on Sarah's face, the absolute bliss in her eyes when she reached out to hug Derek, Hotch knew it was going to be a difficult few days. And when she hugged him around the neck, he had to fight back more tears. He was on the verge of tears often, but this was far and away the worst it had ever been. Suddenly he was remembering that first few days after finding out that Haley was pregnant, it was funny how he'd managed to forget all of that now that Jack was older and everything had changed. Now, like he'd stepped into a time machine, he was feeling all those huge overwhelming things again. His life, Jack's life, this baby's life, they all flashed before his eyes. He squeezed Derek's hand out of desperation, and Derek squeezed him back out of love.

Dinner the first night was mostly quiet, with Sarah and Desiree bickering and Derek trying to mediate on Sarah's behalf. As the evening wore on, he began to get a little overbearing and Hotch had to tell him to back off of Desiree more than once.

“She's gonna stress Sarah out,” he hissed as they ducked around the corner. “She needs to back off.”

“Sarah will be fine.” It was Hotch's turn to be reasonable, to find himself slightly more even. His ulcer was still smoldering embers, but he felt more peaceful. The panic had, at least momentarily, subsided. “She's okay.” The strain in Derek's eyes, the absolute uncertainty and out of control feeling that seeped from him was concerning. He was going to blow the secret before anyone else by virtue of his need to care for his sister who was carrying his child.

“I need to take a walk,” Derek said finally, and Hotch nodded in agreement. “Get outta here for a bit. Get some fresh air.”

“Why don't you ask Sarah to go with you? I could use a ginger ale from the corner store.”

Derek reached out and pulled Hotch close to him, pressing their foreheads together. “You're a genius.”

“I know.”

They slept on the pull-out sofa bed with Jack on an air mattress nearby. Fran had made him up a bed, but he insisted on sleeping beside the Christmas tree and how could she say no to that? Beneath a mound of blankets, they listened to the gentle sound of Jack's little snores and whispered, conspired, smiled over the fact that soon they'd have another. And sleepless nights, they would have those too. Hotch was ready for those, he slept so little already.

“How are you so chill all of a sudden?” Derek whispered, his lips against Hotch's ear. It tickled and sent goosebumps in a flushing river down his spine.

“I remember this part. The anticipation. There's a lot of work to do, I like that.” What he meant to say was that there were things he could control now. He could build a crib and set up a bedroom, he could research and buy a car seat, he could do all of these things that would make him feel useful.

“I can't stop thinking about everything that could go wrong.”

“Derek, you said it yourself. You trust Sarah. More than anyone. That's why we asked her specifically.”

"You made a spreadsheet," Derek mumbled against Hotch's shoulder and they both let out low chuckles.

"I did."

Derek buried his face in Hotch's neck and sucked in a shaky breath. “But she lives here and we live there.”

That had been troubling to both of them, but Hotch knew they could make it work. It was a short flight, a slightly longer but still short drive, and they would simply find a way to make it work. She would have Fran here, and the rest of the Morgan family, she wouldn't be on her own. Not even if she wanted it. “It will all work out.”

The next few days flew by in a blur of shopping, eating and laughing with family. Groups of people would drop in with desserts and stay for coffee no matter the time of day, and Hotch felt like he'd inadvertently stepped into a time machine. Back to a time when his mother would keep cakes and other pastries in the freezer on the off chance that company dropped by. Fran's house was a sort of meeting place, a central location for everyone to gather with a full pot of coffee and plenty of seating. They were surrounded by company and laughter, sometimes loud bursts of song would erupt from out of nowhere.

And bickering. Derek and Sarah were at each other's throats, which Fran insisted was perfectly normal when it appeared to be stressing Hotch out. “They've always been like this.”

“How do you handle it?”

“Like this.” She smiled sweetly and stood, walking into the kitchen and approaching her arguing adult children like they were small, like she could ground them from the bikes and sports and summer vacation. It took a minute for her to find her leverage, but she managed and soon they were able to stand beside each other again without fighting.

Finally, the anticipation about at its maximum and Derek and Sarah nearly at their breaking point, Christmas morning arrived. Jack tore through his gifts with fervor, lavishing everyone with huge thanks and hugs. He played Santa, delivering gifts from beneath the tree to their new owners. Everyone got Hotch something warm. A box of fancy tea for relaxation, wool socks, gloves. Derek got vinyl records and new headphones, with a few boxes of screws and nails as a little joke because he always ran out in the middle of projects and had to run to the hardware store.

“Grandma!” Jack chirped, pulling a small gift from beneath the tree. It had been lodged way in the back, a small white box with delicate silver ribbon wrapped tight and topped by a perfectly symmetrical bow. Derek glanced at Hotch and knew, somehow, that he was responsible for the presentation. Fran held the box lightly, turning it over and over in her hands, giving it a little shake next to her ear only to hear nothing. The gift was light as air.

“It's a box!” she exclaimed, and Jack giggled with delight. “What a beautiful gift. I've always wanted a lovely little box. Think of all the things it'll hold.”

“Grandmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

She slipped the ribbon from the box carefully, all eyes on her. “Why are you all staring at me?” she asked, a little flushed, and Hotch thought for sure he was going to blow the whole thing by crying before she even knew what she was looking at. He glanced around the room and realized, with some certainty, that Fran was the only person who didn't know. Desiree and Jack's faces were shining with anticipation, and he and Derek were barely containing themselves. Beneath their shared blanket, they slotted their fingers together and held their breath.

Inside the box was silver tissue paper, delicate and soft, and tucked neatly beneath that was an ultrasound with Sarah's name at the top, and something that looked like a squishy little jellybean right in the center.

“Sarah?” she asked breathless, blinking, stunned. “You're pregnant?”

She grinned. “Yes, mama. I'm pregnant.”

“But you're not...” she was struggling, they could see, to put the pieces together. Sarah wasn't even dating anyone. She hadn't in forever, and she'd made it abundantly clear to the entire family that she did not want to have children. Or a relationship. “You said...”

“Read the back, mom.”

Fran flipped the picture over with one shaking hand and it was then, as she read the words scrawled on the back, that she began crying. And laughing. Wet, teary laughter rattled through the room.

“Hotchner-Morgan?” she gasped out, swiping at her eyes with the silver tissue paper absurdly. It was the closest thing she could grab. “You boys?”

“Yes, mama. It's our baby.” Derek paused and squeezed Hotch's hand beneath the blanket. “I thought we said it would be Morgan-Hotchner?”

“You asked me to write it because your handwriting is too sloppy. I made a choice. It's alphabetical.”

“Yeah, I'm sure that was your reason...”

Back home, they spent the rest of the week walking through Derek's house planning out the space. They'd forced themselves to wait until they had a positive result before they started making any real decisions. Hotch wouldn't re-up the lease on his apartment, that much was for certain. They'd managed to uphold two households the entire time and it was fine, but having a baby made it pretty clear that they would no longer be playing that game. Hotch and Jack would move in with Derek full time, and good riddance to that apartment as far as Derek was concerned.

They spent the week slowly moving things over, little things, knickknacks and Jack's art and his favorite bedroom items. They would save the big stuff for later, Hotch still had three months on his lease and then there was the issue of his storage unit full of he and Haley's things. Derek placed a photo of Haley on the mantle beside the rest of their family, a gesture that Hotch would never have asked of him, and once more he found himself with tears on his cheeks. He knew Sarah's hormones would be all wild and out of control, but he was starting to feel like he was experiencing them for himself firsthand.

On New Year's Eve, Penelope and Dave came over to celebrate with them. They were going to tell the team slowly, disperse the information quietly, but it started with those two over glasses of champagne as they counted down the hours to midnight. To a new year filled with possibilities and growth. Hotch's last couple of years had been hard, and he felt hopeful for once. He was overwhelmed by that feeling, and exhausted by it all.

To no one's surprise, by the time the ball was dropping so so slowly on the television and all of New York City was counting backwards from ten live, Hotch and Derek were fast asleep beneath a blanket. They were completely worn out by the week they'd spent joining their households and dreaming of a new baby that was a perfect mixture of both of them. There was still so much more work to be done.

With some urging from a slightly drunk Penelope, Jack slipped his dad's phone off of the table and snapped a photo of them lying there snoring at the stroke of midnight. Dave kissed Penelope on the cheek and Penelope kissed Jack on the cheek and they sent the photo of the two sleeping men on the couch to Jess with the caption “too old for New Years”.

“They think they're tired now,” Dave said, tucking Jack into his bed before he and Penelope left for the night. Derek and Hotch slept soundly on the couch, and no one had the heart to try and get them to move to their bed. They simply looked too peaceful. “Just wait until that baby comes.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jack hotchner #fran morgan #sarah morgan #the morgan family #david rossi #penelope garcia #criminal minds #christmas to new years fluff

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Forced to Believe Chapter 7- The Shield's Girl

Chapter Summary: Morgan continues to manage The Shield and play her part in making sure they win their matches

Words: 2,000+

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'RAW'

The Shield are in the ring cutting another promo. "When we arrived to the WWE, we said we would bring justice to an unjust world and that's just what we've done." Ambrose said.

"Brick by brick by brick, we have torn down the wall of injustice that has been building up in this company for years. From the moment we began our crusade at Survivor Series until, well, right now, not a person that has stood in our way has been able to stop us. As a matter a fact, we changed the course of WWE we stopped Ryback for becoming WWE champion." Seth spoke.

"No one can stop the hounds of justice. Not the great one." Roman recalled.

"Not even a giant...Not a warrior..." Morgan added.

"And not even the champ." Ambrose said. "But those men, were mortal. Last week, we look at immortality right in the face, we forced injustice to the Undertaker." The crowd cheers for Taker. "Deadman, Phenom, call him whatever you want, but call him a victim. For too long The Undertaker has been justice for the WWE, generations bowed down to him, but you see, The Shield bows to no one."

"Rest in peace." Roman said the catchphrase as the titantron shows a promo about what The Shield did to The Undertaker last Friday.

"Thing is, justice doesn't care if you're undefeated at WrestleMania, doesn't care if you're the champion, justice doesn't care who you are. When your number gets called, justice strikes without warning. Without mercy." Ambrose continues.

"And John Cena, Ryback, despite The Shield's repeated lessons of justice-" Morgan began but got cut off.

'We're a three man band!'

3MB comes out as Morgan starts to look annoyed.

"Morgan doesn't look too happy about 3MB interrupting her." King said

"Shield, shut up." Heath spoke on the mic as the crowd cheered at his statement

"Whoa, wow." King said, taken aback.

"You think you got business with John Cena and Ryback? You got some unfinished business with 3MB tonight!" Heath continued.

"I'm sorry but did you just interrupt me?" Morgan asked in a stern voice.

"Yeah, we did. Problem?" Heath questioned, not bothered.

"I'm sorry but do you know who I am? I break faces and I don't mind breaking yours. I'm more dangerous than I was when I wasn't with The Shield. I kicked the Undertaker in the face! In the face! You can't touch this!" Morgan yelled. "...But you three are really killing my vibe so how bout you and your little boy band that isn't going anywhere, head back to the locker room before things...get a little Morganized..."

"Morganzied?" Cole asked as she earns a few cheers, while The Shield smirked at her comment.

"You see, back at TLC you did an injustice," she went on. "You messed with the Spanish announce team. Did you really think you were going to get away with it? I wanted some revenge of my own for that. I have been waiting to kick you three in the head and give you three a backfire. And...tonight may be my night."

"Are you done, sweetheart?" Heath asked

Morgan's jaw drops. "Excuse me?"

"I don't think 3MB listened to Morgan." Cole said with amusement.

"Bad move, they'll regret it later." JBL warned

"No one wants to hear you. Now if you excuse me, I'll be getting back to these three men in the ring. Not the Philly bombshell." Heath said, ignoring her.

Morgan scoffed and dropped the mic. She was about to get out of the ring but Rollins grabbed her by the waist, holding her back.

"Who the bloody hell do you think you are?" Drew asked. "We were mere seconds from showing Triple H exactly how we rock and roll. But no, you, The Shield decided to crash our party."

"But now, we crash your party and rock your face!" Jinder said as Rollins released Morgan once she calmed down.

"You got to be kidding me..." JBL says as Roman looked amused.

Heath kicks the steel steps and so does Drew and 3MB surround the ring.

"This might be interesting." King looked on.

"I admire their courage." JBL bluntly said, knowing what was about to happen.

All of a sudden, Morgan grabs Heath by the hair and throws him in the ring.

"Whoa!" King exclaimed as the crowd cheers when she gives him a quick backfire.

The rest of 3MB were about to attack her but The Shield gang up on them and start to take control. Then, Kane's theme comes on as The Shield look alert while Kane and Daniel Bryan walk out. When Team Hell No gets in the ring, The Shield quickly leave and watch as Team Hell No fight 3MB. Daniel starts kicking 3MB and then starts throwing them out of the ring with Kane.

"Does everybody hate 3MB?" JBL asked as Daniel started doing the yes chants. "Think The Shield are gonna come back?"

"Maybe not." King replied.

Morgan tweets twice, 'Got some revenge tonight. I thank Team Hell No for helping me out. Thanks for those kicks Daniel. #IOweYou'

'That will be the #LAST time 3MB will interrupt me. Wonder who will be on my list to get #Morganized'

'Later'

During The Shield's match against Team Hell No and Cena, Daniel throws Roman out the ring as the crowd goes wild. Daniel tries to crawl toward his team to make a tag as The Shield desperately tries to get Roman back in the ring.

"There's some panic in the team of The Shield." King said.

Kane gets tagged in and starts to take control of Ambrose. Rollins gets in the ring, only to get his throat grabbed and thrown out the ring by Kane.

"And the numbers are in the favor of Team Hell No and John Cena." Cole looked on. Kane throws Ambrose out the ring and gets out the ring. "Oh no."

Kane takes the top off the announce table as the crowd's cheers get louder.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" Morgan yelled, getting nervous.

"What is Kane doing here?" Cole called out

"He wants some payback for his brother." JBL noted.

"No, don't do it!" Morgan shouted as she ran toward Ambrose and Kane. The crowd was shocked by her outburst.

"Did she just defend Ambrose?!" King asked in disbelief.

"I think hell has frozen over!" JBL exclaimed.

"Look at Morgan, trying to beg for mercy." Cole said as she continued to beg Kane

"I don't think that's going to happen though."

"Don't do it, don't do it! Please! I'm sorry! We're sorry! We didn't mean to powerbomb your brother! I didn't mean to kick him in the face! We're sorry! Just don't hurt him! Please!" Morgan pleaded

"Is she trying to sweet talk Kane?" King asked.

Kane looks at her and then he grabs Ambrose into the chokeslam hold.

"No!" Morgan shouted

Rollins runs to hit Kane but Kane hits him to the floor and releases Ambrose. In the ring, Cena is talking to the ref and that gave time for Ambrose to do the DDT on him as Morgan grins.

"That's what I'm talking about!" she applauded.

Ambrose crawls back into the ring. The ref starts counting and Kane gets back up at 9.

"Wear him out!" Seth exclaimed as he watched Ambrose take control of Kane in the ring.

"I beat your brother and I'm gonna beat you!" Ambrose yelled at Kane.

Ambrose does the Undertaker's taunt and runs toward the ropes only to get caught in a chokeslam.

"Chokeslam!" Cole shouted. "Kane finds an opening."

Ambrose tags Reigns while Kane tags in Cena.

"Here comes Cena!" Cole went on as Cena started to take control.

Morgan gets on the apron. "Hey!" she yelled and then started trash talking to him.

Cena looks amused and runs toward her, pushing the ropes she was holding on. It makes her lose her balance and grip as she begins to fall back.

"Whoa!" she shrieked, mentally preparing for the pain of the ringside mat to hit her back.

But she ends up getting caught bridal style by Ambrose as she falls into his arms. He lets her down and releases her and Morgan slams her hands on the apron.

"Are you kidding me!?" She screamed as Cena and the crowd laughed

She tries to get back in the ring but Ambrose holds her from behind by wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Calm down, calm down," Ambrose murmured in her ear.

"Is it me or is Ambrose and Morgan really touchy." King pointed out in concern.

"Indeed they are, King." JBL replied, liking it.

"First he saves her, then she returns the favor, now this?"

"She got brainwashed by Ambrose. That's why she's acting like this." Cole declared.

"For crying out loud, she is not brainwashed. She believes in The Shield." JBL disagreed.

Ambrose releases her and gets back on the apron as the crowd starts chanting 'Harley Quinn'

"I am not Harley Quinn!" Morgan screamed at the crowd as Cole laughed. She turns to him, pointing at him who had his reading glasses on, "This is all your fault, four eyes!"

"What? I didn't do anything." Cole exclaimed as she went to continue watching the match.

As Morgan watches, she sees Cena preparing for his signature move. Cena looks at her and does the 'You Can't See Me' taunt, earning a glare from her. He then performs the five knuckle shuffle on Reigns. During that, Seth runs to get on the turnbuckle to deliver a cross body on Cena, only for Cena to pick him up easily.

"That is God-given strength." JBL looked on, impressed.

"Cena pulls through!" Cole exclaimed.

Cena prepares for the Attitude Adjustment but his leg gives out and Reigns spears him for the win.

"Yes!" Morgan yelled and ran in the ring to hug Reigns. Seth ran in too, joining the hug.

"And the winners of this match, The Shield!" Justin announced as Ambrose rolled into the ring to celebrate with his team

'Smackdown'

The titantron is darkened and the crowd can hear someone getting beat up. Ambrose picks up the camera as the crowd cheers.

"Doesn't it just break your heart when the champ becomes the chump?" Ambrose asked.

"The so called Phenom isn't so phenomenal," Seth added.

"We broke John Cena, we broke the Undertaker, and we're gonna break the deadman's little brother next." Reigns said with confidence.

"Kane, you are so misguided. You think justice is taking vengeance on your family? That's just your head messing with you, justice is when we put the raging monster down. And that's you." Ambrose continued.

"Justice is inescapable, you can do all the running and hiding you want but sooner or later, it's gonna catch up. Now Kane, we put your brother down." Seth said.

"And I kicked your brother straight in the face as he rested in peace." Morgan spoke up, reminiscing on how good it felt to do so.

"And it could of been a whole lot worse. You don't believe? You don't believe us? But, by the end of the night, you're gonna believe."

"You're gonna believe in The Shield" Roman said and dropped the camera as the camera showed Daniel Bryan hurt.

'In The Ring'

During Dean's match against Kane, Kane hits Ambrose off the top rope.

"Get up Dean! Get up!" Seth yelled.

Kane chokeslams Ambrose as The Shield start to get upset and worried. Morgan bangs on the mat.

"Come on Dean!" Reigns starts to throw a fit.

Kane was about to do the tombstone piledriver but Rollins gets on the apron and Kane releases Ambrose to kick Rollins in the face. Morgan goes to check on him after he hits his face off the announce table.

Ambrose clotheslines Kane out of the ring but gets his feet grabbed by him as he pulls him out and bounces his head off the announce table. Reigns tries to hit Kane but Kane throws him to the steel steps.

Morgan looks shocked at the chaos and starts to back up once Kane turns his attention to her.

"I didn't do anything, why are you looking at me?" she asked with her hands up in defense.

Later on, Ambrose rolls back in the ring and hits Kane's injured knee before taking the victory after hitting him with his finisher. Afterward, Rollins, Reigns and Ambrose hit Kane with the triple powerbomb.

"Pick em' up..." Morgan ordered as they picked Kane up for her. "I'm not sorry about what I've done to your brother. He deserved it. Just like you deserve this." she said before giving him a hard spinning kick to the face.

'Next week, Raw'

Morgan wears Black pants, black boots, a black tank top with fingerless black gloves and her hair is in a ponytail. She watches The Shield's match against The Usos and Kofi, managing them at ringside.

"Damn!" Morgan yelled in shock as she saw Seth kick one of the Usos off the apron after giving the other a scoopslam.

"Rollins with a cheap shot." Cole said.

Kofi looks upset but the ref tells him to stay on the apron. Later on, Ambrose gets tagged in and so does Kofi as he takes control of Ambrose. Later Kofi does a crossbody on him but Reigns breaks it up. An Uso and Roman fight outside the ring and then he clotheslines them outside the ring.

"Freaking clothesline!" JBL exclaimed. "Wow!"

Kofi was on the top rope and as Reigns distracts the ref Morgan quickly pushes Kofi off the top rope so Dean can do his finisher for the win.

Morgan shrugged. "Nothing personal..."

The Shield celebrate in the ring and have their fists out. "Believe In The Shield!" Roman yelled

"This is a dangerous, dangerous team boys." JBL announced. "This is their yard. They own it."

'Welp. #NothingPersonal WWEUsos TrueKofi #BelieveInTheShield' Morgan tweets.

'Smackdown'

During Dean's match with Daniel Bryan who has Kane at ringside, Daniel traps him into the No Lock.

"No! No!" Seth exclaimed.

The Shield start to panic. Seth Rollins tries to get in the ring but Kane and the ref try to stop him. Meanwhile, Roman Reigns breaks up the submission. Morgan looks relieved as Kane gets attacked by Rollins and Reigns.

"What the hell!?" She yells as Kofi runs in and attacks Ambrose.

The ref rings for the bell as Ambrose wins by DQ. The crowd cheers for Kofi.

"Kofi getting himself some!" Cole exclaims. Then Team Hell No and Kofi fight off The Shield and throw them out the ring. Morgan helps up Ambrose.

"Are you kidding me!? He was about to win!" She yells at Kofi. Kofi's theme comes on as The Shield escape and look mad.

'Unbelievable! #Injustice! TrueKofi had no right to interfere while #MyJoker was about to win!' Morgan tweets.

'Next week, Smackdown'

Ambrose wraps his arms around Morgan's waist, standing behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as they watch Seth and Roman's match against the Usos.

"Ugh...they make me sick..." Cole gagged.

JBL laughed. "Not to me. I love these two."

"How can she let him touch her? After all those months of going against The Shield and slapping Ambrose. She hit him with all those chair shots, does she not remember that? He had to had done something JBL. It's like as the weeks are going by she is changing for the worst,"

"For the better, Cole. For the better. She has probably opened her eyes to see what a great man Ambrose is,"

When one of the Usos hits Rollins out the ring, Ambrose and Morgan release each other and look at the chaos. Reigns spears the other Uso to win the match.

Afterward, the hounds of justice start attacking the fallen Uso while Morgan watches in delight. Then Kofi comes to their rescue but The Shield throws him out the ring. They start to continue their attack with the fallen Uso but then Kofi comes back in with the chair and hits Ambrose as the three male Shield members get out the ring.

Morgan shrieks and ducks from Kofi's chair shot and quickly gets out of the ring. The Shield regroup as Kofi's theme comes on. The Philly diva shakes her head and glares at Kofi as he talks trash to The Shield.

"What you gonna do? Come on!" Kofi yelled

'Almost got #Whacked in the face by a chair. Not pretty.' Morgan tweets.

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Favorite hashtag?

#IOweYou

#Morganized

#NothingPersonal

#BelieveInTheShield

#Injustice!

#MyJoker

#Whacked

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luveline · 7 months

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bombshell!reader getting caught sleeping over at spencer's before making their established relationship public & the team still thinks spencer is uncomfortable with r's approaches. 🤭

Spencer bought you pyjamas. You're sick with secret pleasure at the fact, staring at yourself in every passing window and reflective surface. They're simple skinny knitted sweatpants and a matching hoodie, and it's not necessarily something you'd buy for yourself, but why would you ever complain? Spencer got you new clothes as a gift with no occasion or motive; you'd marry him now if you thought he'd say yes.

Too bad he's still sleeping.

You turn away from his kitchen window back to your cooking, an oiled frying pan sizzling hot on the stove, eggs browning at the edges as Spencer likes. Two twin mugs of hot coffee steam on the counter next to two plates of crispy bacon and toasted english muffins, deconstructed breakfast sandwiches. You're ninety percent sure he likes breakfast sandwiches.

It's odd knowing enough about Spencer to fancy yourself in love with him, but being in a relationship that's so new that there are a thousand gaps. You know how he likes his eggs but not his bacon. Does he like melted cheese? Does he drink orange juice this early?

You'll have to ask him. If he's brave enough to ask you to stay the night, you can ask him about breakfast.

It's getting way too hot in the kitchen. The opened window isn't cutting it. You hook your elbow into the hem of your hoodie and pull it over your head before folding them to set neatly aside. You feel cooler in your vest, if a little exposed. Good thing it's just you and Spence—

A knock rattles the door. "Reid, you home?"

Well, I brought that on myself, you think with a laugh. You take the eggs off of the heat and wipe your oily fingers clean on a dish towel as you meander to the door. It's too early for running.

"Hello, Derek," you say, opening the door with a put upon casualness. He blinks at you. He's wearing gym clothes, a sleeveless t-shirt and tight sweatpants. You wolf whistle before he can say hello himself. "Looking good. Early run?"

"You're kidding," he says.

"Am I ever? You look great! Did you want to come in– woah!"

Deft-fingered hands pull you out of the doorway and firmly behind it. Spencer steps into your place, closing the door to a slit. "Hi, Morgan."

"Reid. You're both kidding."

"I don't know what you mean." Spencer rakes a hand through his sleep mussed hair. You try to ignore how much you enjoyed him moving you around.

"Reid, I just saw her!" Morgan laughs more happily than incredulously. You can't see him but you can picture his smile and his slightly slouched posture, his arms crossed over his chest. "Since when do you guys bunk up? You're a jerk, you know that? I'm always telling her to stop bothering you, but now I'm thinking you like being bothered."

"I never asked you to do that," Spencer says weakly.

You nudge Spencer aside gently, popping your head back into Morgan's view. "My AC broke, my apartment's a hot hell. Reid let me come over."

"Oh yeah?" Morgan asks, rolling his eyes. "That why he tried to hide you? What's so secret about broken AC?"

"He's a genius, he's not perfect. I'm sure he was just trying to protect my decency. I'm not dressed for company." You put a more than friendly hand on Spencer's back, the dip of it like a tempting line under his thin sleep shirt. You want more than anything to dig under his shirt and feel along the curve of it. You'd pictured it this morning, eating eggs and drinking coffee under his arm, your fingertips tracing the short wall of stretch marks he has just above his coccyx.

Spencer rolls with your lie as well as he's able to, which, having been caught off guard, is not very well at all. "Right. She's not wearing a bra."

You snort. Morgan laughs and almost turns around to walk away.

"Did you want breakfast?" Spencer asks weakly. He sounds resigned to his fate. Skewed, he uses the hand furthest away from you to reach behind his back and squeeze your hand in a swift apology.

"I'll pass, man." Morgan pulls his cap down a touch. "Sounds like you're having breakfast fit for two."

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mimisempai · 2 years

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Message of hope from the past 2/3

Summary:

Now that he can be sure that his loved ones are happy, Tony can also move on and try to seize his chance at happiness. With their help he goes to meet the one he could never forget. But will Bruce forgive him for his lie?

Notes:

I know I had two chapters planned, but I chose to cut it in half. They both deserve a full chapter for their reunion The background story I chose to explain Tony's return is probably a little shaky. My goal was to bring them together without erasing Morgan and Tony's connection to those he loves. On AO3

This time travel thing that we are going to pull off tomorrow... it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of all this. But then again that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end. What am I tripping for? Everything is going to work out exactly the way it's supposed to.

I love you 3000.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, snapping him out of his reverie.

Seeing that it was a video call, he transferred it to his computer screen.

"Daddy!"

"Hey sweetie!"

"Guess where I am?"

"Hmmm... in Antarctica?"

"Papaaa! Can you see I'm in my bathing suit!"

"Oh my, I'm so stupid. You're in... Kualalumpur!"

He saw with delight his daughter take on a scolding look and exclaim again, "Papaaa! We're at the Malibu villa!"

Tony knew perfectly well, he had recognized the landscape behind his daughter. Besides, he was the one who had completely renovated the villa and offered it as a wedding gift to Pepper and Happy.

"So honey, are your vacations going well?"

He watched with pleasure as his daughter nodded sincerely before she added, "Dad, I'm happy here and in our new home with Mom and Happy, but I miss you."

Tony, overcome with emotion, replied, "I miss you too, I know it's a lot of change, but you know it's better that you live with your Mommy and Happy. You will spend all your vacations with me and then I will tell you a secret. If all goes well, you'll be able to visit me in a beautiful place soon."

Her daughter took on a knowing look that made him think of her mother's perceptiveness and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "You mean if it goes well with you know who?"

"I have no idea what you mean, you little minx."

Morgan made a heart with her hands and mouthed, "Bruciiiie."

This time it was Tony who took on a scolding expression and exclaimed, "Morgaaaan! Stop that right now."

She burst out laughing and jumped up and down as she continued to nag him, mouthing "Bruciie" several times.

"Morgan, I'm going to hang up on 3 if you don't answer. 1... 2...."

"So kids, can't we leave you alone for more than two minutes without you arguing?"

"Mom!"

"Hi Pepper!"

"Hi Tony!"

"So, everything is going well, the villa is completely finished?"

Pepper smiled at him and replied, "Everything is perfect Tony. Thank you. How about you?"

Tony shrugged, "You know me, always tinkering in my workshop...but mostly I'm doing what you told me on the battlefield..."

You can rest now.

"...I am doing it now."

Pepper nodded and smiled softly, "I'm glad you are Tony."

Tony broke off the moment before it got too emotional and asked, "So where is my Happy boy?"

"I'm here Tony." Happy's smiling face appeared on the screen as he put an arm around Pepper's shoulders.

They looked happy, but Tony knew better than anyone how deceptive appearances could be, so he asked the question looking into the eyes of the people who had never lied to him, "Are you happy?"

All three of them answered him in chorus with a sincere yes and Tony replied, "Well...ahem okay...good."

"Tony?" asked Pepper with a look of concern.

Tony took a deep breath and said in a firm voice, "Then I guess it's time."

His ever quick-witted daughter exclaimed, "Brucie!"

"Morgan!" exclaimed the three adults.

This had the benefit of lightening the mood and Pepper asked, "Are you sure?"

Tony nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. As soon as everything is ready, let me know."

They exchanged a few more small talk and then hung up, Morgan making him promise to call her soon.

Once their faces disappeared from the screen, Tony let himself slide to the floor.

"Okay Tony, breathe. We're there. No turning back now."

He grabbed his phone and typed a message.

Hey Platypus,

here we go, I

gave Pepper the top.

Sent 6:30 pm

His phone vibrated almost immediately in his pocket. He picked it up without waiting.

T: Rhodey...

R: Wow Tones, so this is it. I'm sure Pepper has already asked you this, but are you really sure about this?

T: Yeah, like I've never been sure of anything in my life. Well, almost, because there's still one unknown, actually two.

R: Let me guess, one if he will forgive you for the lie and two if your feelings are reciprocated.

T: Straight to the point.

R: There's no point in being soft. At best you'll live happily ever after, at worst you'll know and you can move on.

T: Heartbroken...

R: If that's the case, we'll be there for you no matter what and help you pick up the pieces. But let's not talk about something that didn't happen now. How are you going to get there?

T: On a camel.

R: Tony...

T: The safest way, which is my armor. With the reflection system, I'll be invisible.

R: Okay.

There was a moment of silence, then Rhodey said softly,

R: Tony, this time you're going to have to let him in. If you have any chance and if you want this to work, you're going to have to let him see everything. That's the only way it's going to work.

Tony swallowed before answering.

T: I know, believe me I know. I can't afford to make any mistakes, I-

R: No Tony that's not what I said, on the contrary, you have the right to make mistakes. You don't have to be perfect or someone you're not. What I mean is, drop the masks. Bruce is able to accept that.

T: I... I hope so.

R: Tony, don't let the past hold you back. You have the opportunity to have some kind of new life with the best of the old one, by which I mean Happy, Pepper, Morgan and me of course.

Tony chuckled slightly, then turning serious again, he replied:

T: You're right.

R: Always.

T: You pretentious bastard!

They joked for a few more moments and then Tony hung up.

Before putting his phone away, Tony saw that he had received a message from Morgan.

Will I be

allowed to call

him Uncle

Bruce?

M. xxx

Received 6:50 pm

Tony couldn't help but laugh as he answered.

After all of that, he left the house and went for a walk around the lake as he did whenever he needed to think.

"You can rest now."

He had really thought he was dying.

The moment he had seen Strange give him that sign, he knew he was ready. He had done what he had to do.

He had woken up, hours after the battle in their Lakeside home.

Once Strange was sure Thanos had turned to dust, he had stopped time, created a duplicate of Tony, made the exchange and then deposited Tony's body in his Lakeside Cabin before returning as if nothing had happened to the site of the final battle.

With the help of Extremis, Tony was able to heal in the greatest secrecy, the only ones who knew about it except Strange being Pepper, Morgan, Happy and Rhodes.

Because since he had regained consciousness, Tony could only think of these words from Pepper.

"You can rest now."

After all this, after his long recovery, he realized that this was all he wanted.

The number of superheroes on the battlefield had shown him that Iron Man wasn't needed in the world to be safe, and for the first time he no longer felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He could live without the weight of the media looking over his shoulder, without being under the public eye. He could spend time in his workshop just to create what he wanted, without weapons to improve, and plans to make, expectations to fulfill.

He got rid of everything that weighed him down and in doing so realized what or rather who he was missing.

The only one who understood his language.

The only one to whom he had turned during the blip.

The only one who had listened to him.

Bruce.

He had wondered what it would be like to sit at his bar, not having to think about what they had lost, now that the world was getting back to "normal."

He had wondered what it would be like to indulge those cravings he had refused to give in to for the sake of his family.

He had wondered many things.

And most importantly, he wondered if he was prepared to tell Bruce the truth, to have a chance to be with him even if it meant risking losing him too?

He had come to the conclusion that the gain being a chance to be happy with the man he loved, it was worth everything, even risking losing him.

He had spoken his heart out with his friends and family, grateful once again for their unwavering support.

Morgan had been, despite her young age, incredibly understanding, reassured to know that neither her dad nor her mom would be alone. Pepper and Happy had talked about marriage. Rhodey had seemed to know what Tony was going to say even before he spoke.

That’s why he was here today, on the verge of something new.

And where he was a few days later, his heart beating as hard as when he snapped his fingers.

The package has

been dropped off.

We send you lots of

courage and strength.

Received 7:00 pm

And we want

news as soon

as possible!!!

Received 7:01 pm

Tony had landed on the beach just as Pepper and Happy's jeep was leaving. He saw Bruce's silhouette in the distance, heading for the bar. Their bar.

The first thing he wondered was if the initials were still there.

B.B.

T.S.

"Tony, what are you doing?"

Tony was carving something on the soft wood of the bar.

"I'm leaving a trace."

"Why?"

"A trace that Tony Stark had, for a few moments, a little happiness."

A little drunk the night he had engraved them, he had almost foolishly engraved a heart around them.

He had seen the Bruce look at that moment, had almost said something, but it wouldn't have been fair to Bruce, or to Pepper and Morgan.

Even though every time he left the beach, he left a piece of his heart there.

Even though every time he left, it was harder to leave.

He had done the right thing, as always.

As he walked towards the bar and towards Bruce, the memories of the moments spent here came back.

Moments of respite from the world in chaos, from the life at the lake house he was trying to adjust to, from the taste of defeat and the loss of Peter.

Bruce had even made a point of setting up a workshop for Tony, and in the small basement, the two scientists spoke a language that was theirs alone.

Each one finishing the other's sentence, the cramped conditions of the place forcing them to be close together. When they were both in the basement, Tony didn't need loud music and Bruce didn't need complete silence, because each filled the other's empty space.

His throat tightened as he thought that these little bubbles of peace he had experienced here could become one big, endless one.

He was only a few feet away when he heard Bruce's voice as his hologram faded, "Tony... don't go..."

And the rest of the message he had recorded for that day came up.

Arriving in front of the bar, he leaned against one of the columns and couldn't help but make a small theatrical effect.

"Because after all, I am..."

He remotely turned off the headset and finished the sentence aloud, "Tony Stark."

Bruce turned and gasped when he saw him.

Tony smiled softly and said, "Hi Brucie Bear, did you miss me?"

When suddenly he saw Bruce roll his eyes and fall backwards.

He could only exclaim as he barely caught him, "Bruce!"

He had just enough time to make his armor appear around him to catch him so he wouldn't get hurt.

When he was lying on the ground, Tony patted his cheek, "Bruce, come on... come on... wake up."

He couldn't resist running his hand through his hair and as he pulled it back Bruce's eyes opened suddenly.

He whispered, "Tony..."

Then he lifted his large hand and ran it gently over Tony's head and whispered again, "It's really you..."

Tony, his voice tight with emotion replied, "Yes... it's really me." as he placed his much smaller hand on Bruce's.

Then Bruce straightened up and exclaimed, "I would like to hug you but if I do I might crush you because I won't be able to control myself."

Tony gave a small, lopsided smile and replied, "Um...for that I may have something."

Bruce looked at him confused, "What?"

Tony pulled a small watch from his pocket similar to the one he had for one of his suits of armor.

"I heard about your inhibitor from Rhodey, about how it was time-limited among other things and that it was cumbersome and... how can I put this... I made some modifications. May I?"

Bruce, dumbfounded, nodded.

Tony hung the watch around Bruce's wrist and explained, "You just press this button to merge and again the button to disassemble you and the big guy. Go ahead."

Bruce pressed the button as Tony instructed and his body transformed, he became himself again, Bruce Banner in person, his skin having its normal color again. He was looking at himself, checking that everything was normal when he heard a gasp and looked up at Tony who whispered, "Brucie bear, it's been so long."

So Bruce did what he had longed to do ever since he opened his eyes to Tony.

He wrapped his arms around him and hugged him with all his might.

No matter how, no matter why. Tony was back. Tony was alive.

His world was starting to revolve again.

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

#she hulk spoilers #not much #bruce banner #tony stark #science boyfriends #bruce banner x tony stark #tony stark x bruce banner #morgan stark #pepper potts #happy hogan #rhodey #james rhodes

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de4dlyniightshade · 5 months

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꩜ FUCK IT I LOVE YOU

꩜ pairing: spencer reid x afab!reader

꩜ rating: +18, mdni

꩜ word count: 4.8k

꩜ warnings/contains!: smut, unprotected piv, creampie, baseball reid, friends to lovers, love confessions, semi public sex, car sex, praise, heavy making out, hint of dry humping, mutual pining, kinda quickie, low-key idiots in love.

꩜ lyric: "baby, wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine"

[WARNING!] - explicit sexual content! mdni!

꩜ A/N: idk anything about baseball so everything about it is very vague and honestly i don't rlly like this but i'm hoping it's good enough:,)

The hot sun beamed down on your bare skin as you leaned against the chain link fence, watching as the opposing team got into their positions, chattering amongst themselves. You had begged Morgan to let you be a sub so that you could be there for Spencer, who had unknowingly been roped into playing second base against his will.

"Nervous?" you asked Spencer, who was standing beside you, fidgeting with his hands. "I don't think I can do this," he replied, his voice full of worry and uncertainty as he licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting around the pitch, the pressure of all those eyes on him along with the crowds making him sweat.

"Yes, you can, Spencer; don't even worry about it; just do what Morgan said; feel it." You giggled lightly at the mention of Morgan's new-found catchphrase as you tried your best to give him a little pep talk, smiling sweetly at him as he met your eyes and hesitantly nodding as he looked back out to the pitch, watching as Derek made his way over.

"Ready, kid?" he asked, Spencer swallowing thickly now that he realised he couldn't put it off any longer than he already had. It was hard for him to not be nervous considering that Morgan had just displayed a perfect swing, and now he had to try to follow it up.

"Not really," he muttered, laughing nervously as he avoided his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. Derek let out a quiet chuckle, placing his hand on Spencer's shoulder and squeezing reassuringly, finally meeting his eyes.

"You're going to do fine, kid, just-" "Feel it. I know." Spencer cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say, making Derek smile as he patted his shoulder. "That's right, now get out there." Derek honestly sounded like a middle school coach, but it was sweet—the way he looked out for Spencer made you smile.

Spencer hesitated as he decided what bat to take, ultimately choosing the plain one and getting into position. You let out a quiet gasp, realising that he was forgetting something. "Spence! Wait!" you called, jogging over to him as he looked at you with a confused expression.

You stopped in front of him and removed your cap from your head, raising it to secure it onto his. "That's better; I can't have you batting with the sun in your eyes," you smiled. The action made him smile bashfully, mumbling a quiet "thanks" under his breath as he averted your eyes, slightly embarrassed at the realisation that everyone else was wearing caps for a reason.

You made your way to your teams bench, where one other sub was sitting, players being scarce for this game, hence why Spencer was playing, also because Derek just wanted him to, but he definitely helped with the lack of players more so.

You held your breath as you watched Spencer raise the bat, the opposing pitcher preparing his throw before reeling his arm back and hurling the ball towards Spencer. He swung...and missed completely. You winced a little, knowing that he was definitely embarrassed, as any normal person would be, and it didn't help that you heard a few snorts from the other teams benched players.

"At least he's actually playing," you mumbled just loud enough for them to hear, their laughter dying down as they looked over at you, your eyes remaining on Spencer and completely ignorant to them. the other sub, a guy you didn't even know the name of, chuckling beside you in agreement.

Spencer's head was down in thought, and you already knew he was still trying to work it out with physics, which anyone knew wasn't going to work; no amount of science would magically make the ball connect with the bat.

"Get outta your head!" Derek yelled from the pitch, Spencer's head snapping up to look at him before he nodded shakily, visibly swallowing down his nerves before raising the bat once again. You gripped the hem of your shorts tightly, your eyes fixed on the pitcher, practically burning a hole through him as he prepared his second throw, your breathing catching in your throat.

The ball hurtled towards him once again; he swung, but missed. You dropped your head into your hands, not out of embarrassment; you'd never be embarrassed to be known as his friend, but out of sympathy for him, knowing exactly how he'd be feeling. You'd never be embarrassed to be seen with him or have any connection to him; he was the smartest man you knew and would ever know; you didn't care how awkward he was or his lack of sports abilities; you loved and cared for him deeply, and no amount of missed swings would change that.

It pained you that he didn't know how much you loved him—more specifically, how you loved him like a friend shouldn't. Of course, he knew you loved him. You told him all the time, but he didn't know the weight behind your words. He didn't know how you'd cry yourself to sleep some nights at the thought of him never feeling the same for you, but no matter how much it hurt, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. The fear of rejection is a lot stronger than the pain of spending almost every day pining for him and longing for him to just get your hints, but he never did.

You only lifted your head when you heard the sound of someone approaching, looking up to see Morgan jogging towards a very disheartened Spencer. You didn't hear what he was saying, but you knew it was meaningful—the way he held Spencer by the shoulders and looked into his eyes, Spencer's expression softening as he spoke, nodding with confidence before Derek gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder, beaming a wide smile before making his way back to his position on the field.

You watched Spencer take a deep breath before he lifted the bat, swaying it behind his head as he adjusted his position, eyes fixed on the pitcher. Your breathing picked up, knowing this was his last chance before he struck out, your heart hammering in your chest as the pitcher prepared his third and final throw, reeling his arm back before hurling the ball towards Spencer, and it was like time slowed down, your breathing hitched in your throat as you watched the ball fly through the air in slow motion, time only returning to normal when a metallic clink sounded through the pitch, your heart leaping into your throat as you watched the ball disappear into the distance.

Your body was moving before you could stop it, and you jumped up from the bench, practically screaming like it was a championship game. It was a home run; it had to be, with Spencer taking off sprinting from base to base while the opposing team hadn't even gotten to the ball yet, and he was making the final run to home plate, skidding to a stop, and concluding the game.

You immediately took off towards him, all but throwing yourself into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. You held him like he'd disappear if you let him go, beaming a smile from ear to ear.

"I'm so proud of you, Spence," you said into the crook of his neck, feeling his arms tighten around you at your words. You unwillingly detangled yourself from him when you realised you'd been hugging him a little longer than a friend should, with Spencer helping you place your feet back on the ground as the rest of the team gathered around him to praise him for his winning shot, Spencer smiling a wide, true smile.

Everyone began making their way off the field to their friends and relatives who had come to watch, the crowd shrinking as people began to leave.

"We should totally go out to lunch to celebrate," Penelope suggested with an expression that was impossible to say no to, everyone agreeing that they would go back home and get changed beforehand, considering Derek and Spencer were drenched in sweat and nobody was dressed in eating-out attire.

"Hey, uh, could you drop me off on your way?" you asked, falling into Spencer's footsteps as he made his way to the parking lot to his car. The sound of your voice suddenly next to him startled him slightly, his eyes widening as he looked back at you in silence for a moment, processing what you'd asked him before he realised he hadn't answered. "Oh yeah, of course," he smiled as he pulled his keys from his pocket, shaking your head with your brows furrowed at the realisation they'd been there the whole time he'd been playing.

Spencer made sure to open the door for you and close it behind you, his manners making you smile. He'd always been such a gentleman, which you credited his mother for, as well as the fact that he was raised almost entirely by her alone.

Spencer got in on the opposite side, removing your cap from his head before putting his key in the ignition but not starting the car, making you look over at him to see he was already looking at you with an unreadable expression. Averting his gaze, you felt your cheeks heat up a little, feeling small under his eyes.

"Why do you hug me differently from the others?" he asked abruptly, the question making your heart sink to your stomach as you looked back at him. Your brows furrowed like you had no idea what he was talking about. Even though you did, you made sure to hug him just that much tighter than a normal friend would, making sure to wrap your arms around him just that much more intimately.

"I don't?" You lied, keeping a poker face on as best you could as he analysed your features. The knowledge that he was profiling you made you begin to sweat, and the knowledge that he would also notice that made you feel hot all over. You couldn't help but panic internally at the situation. What if he found out? What if he hated you? What if he rejected you? What if he told everyone? What if he was disgusted? What if he never wanted to talk to you again? You didn't think you could handle that; you needed him. even if he didn't need you in the same way, or maybe not even at all, but you needed him.

"You're lying," he stated, his gaze unfaltering. You gulped, letting out a shaky breath, wanting to curse at yourself for it, knowing that it would only make you seem more guilty than you already did.

"I dunno, Spence, I'm just a hugger; I hug everyone like that." You felt bad lying to him, but you couldn't exactly tell him the truth: that you were head over heels in love with him, and you hugged him the way you did to feel him close to you, even just for a moment, to feel his heart beat against your skin and his breath on your neck, to feel his warmth envelop you, and to make all your worries fade away.

"You're lying; your longest hug with JJ lasted 10 seconds; your longest hug with me lasted almost an entire minute." God, you fucking hated how smart he was and how much attention he paid to everything sometimes. It was very useful for work, but for personal reasons? absolutely terrible.

"Okay alright! I like your hugs! sue me!" You spoke defensively in a lighthearted way, putting your hands up in surrender, but Spencer still didn't seem convinced by your answer, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked at you like he was trying to read your mind and get inside your brain.

"But you said you loved JJ's hugs? Why don't you hug her the same way? I mean if you really did l-" "Spencer please!" You cut him off louder than you meant to, making you feel a little guilty for practically yelling at him, looking to see him staring back at you with doe eyes, taken aback by your outburst, mumbling "sorry" under breath, and looking away from him.

A tense silence filled the car as Spencer continued to bore holes into you. You knew this tactic; he was using a silent but powerful tactic to break you down and make you tell the truth. You'd seen him use it multiple times, and with a 100% success rate, you knew he'd break you sooner rather than later, much sooner.

"Okay! alright! Stop with the evil eyes! I hug you that way because I might have like a teeny tiny little crush on you, like tiny!" You really hoped that he would buy it. I mean you weren't really lying; you did have a crush on him; it just wasn't as tiny as you made it out to be.

"Really?" he asked, almost bashfully, a faint smile on his lips at your confession. "Everyone needs a work crush, Spencer, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be Hotch or Rossi, and Derek is too... Derek for me," you chuckled lightly, Spencer nodding in agreement.

"Well, go on, who's yours, smarty boy?" You asked jokingly, not expecting him to actually have one, but the way his cheeks flushed at the question made you gasp at the realisation that he did, turning in your seat to face him fully.

"Spill it! Is it JJ? It has to be jj." You pried, not missing the slight pain in your heart at the thought of him liking someone that wasn't you, but you couldn't blame him. JJ was gorgeous and has a killer personality; it would be hard to not have a crush on her.

"It's not jj," Spencer frowned, making you work for his answer, clearly having no intention of giving it up easily. "C'mon, just tell me! pretty please?" You put on dramatic puppy eyes and pouted out your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes, your expression making him roll his eyes.

"Well, it was you, but now I'm not so sure," he joked, looking away from you, his cheeks darkening to a deep pink at his confession, and your heart skipping at least ten beats as you just gaped back at him in disbelief.

"really?" You spoke softly, Spencer's gaze meeting yours again before he nodded, another silence filling the car. This one was different; it wasn't tense or awkward, and the air was suddenly thick, full of something you couldn't quite put your finger on. All you knew was that you suddenly felt hot all over, feeling the blush on your cheeks bloom as you looked back at him, neither of you seeming to be able to look away.

You watched as Spencer licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting between both yours before his gaze fell on your lips for a beat, your heart hammering in your chest in the anticipation that he might be about to kiss you finally, after over a year and a half of pining after him like an obsessive schoolgirl.

Time slowed as you watched Spencer lean in, the feeling of his hand moving to rest on your thigh making your skin burn white hot as you licked your lips, breathing heavy as Spencer stopped just shy of your lips, his hot breath mixing with yours as you both seemed to pause in contemplation, knowing that as soon as your lips connected there was no return, you were doing this.

"Can i?" He breathed against your waiting lips, swallowing in anticipation as his eyes raised to yours again, patiently awaiting your response, his eyes pleading for you to let him kiss you, so you did, closing the tiny gap between you to press your lips to his, immediately sighing in pure ecstasy as he kissed you back, finally having your insatiable craving for his lips fulfilled.

The kiss quickly became desperate and messy as you placed your hand on either side of his face, his hand sliding up your thigh to hold your waist, pulling you closer to him. The feeling made you moan quietly into his mouth.

Spencer broke to kiss and breathe, pulling back slightly to look back at you with almost lust-filled eyes, and you couldn't resist manoeuvring yourself out of your seat, swinging your leg over to be resting between his and anchoring the other at the outside of his thigh, straddling his leg before moving to be fully sitting in his lap, feeling his semi-hard bulge press into your thigh.

You surged forward again, roughly kissing him as you moved to rest your hands on either side of his neck, letting them trail up to rake your nails through his hair, the feeling making Spencer sigh into your mouth as he gripped your waist, gently kneading your soft skin.

You ran your tongue along his bottom lip, imploring him to open his mouth, which he did without a second thought, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth, kissing him sloppily and with fervour as you rolled your hips into his crotch, feeling his clothed cock against your heat, the sensation of you grinding into him making him groan into your mouth, the sound making you clench around nothing as you rolled your hips again.

This time you broke the kiss, only doing so so that you could trail messy, open-mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck, making sure to pay extra attention to the spot just below his ear, biting down and sucking gently, not enough to mark his skin but enough to make him squirm and press his hard length into you.

"Fuck Spence," you whined into his neck, your hot breath fanning his skin and making him shiver as he moved his hands to grip your hips, pushing you down on him and letting out a sigh. You quickly pulled away from him to scan the parking lot through every window, making sure there was nobody there before you clumsily turned in his lap to face away from him so that you could shimmy your shorts down your legs easier, kicking them off your ankles before turning back around to straddle his lap again.

Spencer's eyes were fixed on the sight of your barely covered crotch perched directly in his lap as your hands rested on his belt, your eyes looking up at him. "Can I? please?" You almost whispered, Spencer rolling his hips upward at your question, nodding frantically. Your hands moved quickly at his go-ahead, practically tearing his belt from the buckle and moving to unbutton and unzip his pants, immediately palming him over the material of his underwear as he let out a breathy moan.

"W-we- we really shouldn't," Spencer breathed as he looked up at you with eyes that said something completely different, his breathing heavy and cheeks flushed red. "I know, but are you really going to make me stop?" Your voice was sugary sweet as you spoke in his ear, your breath fanning his skin.

"N-no," Spencer stuttered, making you smile as you pressed a kiss to his neck before pulling away and locking your eyes with his. "Didn't think so," you teased before leaning in to press your lips against his again, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly, the action eliciting a moan from him.

You felt Spencer remove his hands from your waist, lifting his hips to tug his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard cock, whining into your mouth as he stroked the shaft a few times, his other hand moving to cup your clothed core, his fingertips teasing you over the soiled material before tugging it to the side and running the tip of his middle finger through your folds, whining into your mouth at the feeling of how wet you were, the sensation making you gasp, your lips disconnecting.

"O-oh my!" you mewled as Spencer circled his finger around your clit, rolling your hips into his hand to chase his touch. You felt the air in the car so thick you could hardly breathe, your chest heaving as your hands rested on his stomach, watching as he tugged at his hardened length, unable to resist touching himself. The way that you looked perched in his lap, your lust-filled eyes gazing down at him, made his mind cloudy with nothing but lust.

"F-fuck, I n-need you," Spencer rasped, his hips rutting into his own fist as you bit down on your lip, moving your hand to stop his movements, shifting forward in his lap as he let you wrap your hand around the base of his length, lining him up with your entrance, teasing his tip through your folds a few times.

"P-please, just-" Spencer cut himself off with a choked moan as you sunk down on his cock, the feeling of your walls surrounding him making him feel intoxicated as he threw his head back, his hands flying to your hips and gripping tightly, his eyes screwing shut.

You breathed in gasps as you adjusted to the stretch of Spencer's cock, the tip kissing your cervix and making your mind go completely blank as you gripped his shirt in your hands, your eyes falling closed and your head dropping forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder, Spencer's hands running up and down your back as he sighed in your ear.

"Fuck, I love you," Spencer murmured under his breath, your stomach flipping as your eyes flew open and you reeled back. Your sudden movement startled him as he stared back at you, not even realising what he'd said.

"you what?" Your voice was shaky as you blinked at him in disbelief. The colour drained from Spencer's face as he suddenly realised what he'd said and that he'd said it out loud, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he tried to muster up a response but ultimately coming up blank and just gulping and looking away from you.

"Did you mean it?" You asked, a tinge of pain in your voice at the thought of him not meaning it, making you get your hopes up only to be disappointed by him saying it completely by accident. All your worries were fading away when he shakily nodded his head, his eyes darting to yours for a brief second before he looked away again, feeling shy under your unfaltering gaze.

You stayed completely still for a beat, processing everything before you took Spencer's face into your hands, turning him to face you before you surged forward, crashing your lips onto his in a desperate kiss full of almost two years worth of passion and emotion, your forward nature catching Spencer off guard for a moment before he let his eyes close, kissing you back with the same intensity, his hands raising to cup your cheeks gently.

You broke the kiss as you pressed your forehead to his, both your breaths mingling as you held each other. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that, Spence," you breathed, Spencer's eyes opening to look into yours. What you could tell was a silent question.

"I love you too, Spencer," you reassured him, smiling like a giddy schoolgirl as you shifted in his lap, suddenly remembering that he was still buried in you, the sensation of his length dragging against your walls eliciting a moan from your lips, the feeling of your walls clenching around him making Spencer let out a whine, his hips twitching into you.

You sucked in a breath as you raised up slowly and dropped back down, both of you moaning in unison as Spencer held your hips, guiding you as you bounced up and down again, getting into a rhythm. Spencer whined out your name as you sped up your movements, the feeling of your cunt gliding up and down his length causing his jaw to fall slack, his brows knitting together in pleasure.

"S-shit, Spence!" You mewled out, gripping his hand that held your hip as the other tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, moaning wantonly as you bounced on his length, a constant stream of noises flowing from your parted lips.

"S-so good! so s-so good!" Spencer whined, thrusting into you in time with your movements, which he guided with his hands on your hips.

Your legs quickly grew tired, and you let Spencer take over, revelling in the feeling of him fucking you onto his cock, desperately thrusting into you as he chased his orgasm, a constant slew of moans and breathy curses falling from his lips.

"O-oh my god, Spencer!" Your voice was needy and higher in pitch as your eyes fluttered closed and your head fell back. The windows of the car were lined with a layer of condensation from the copious amount of body heat in the car, with the smell of sex filling the space.

"S-so pretty," Spencer breathed, his words making you whine, a blush spreading from your cheeks all the way down to your chest as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you, your walls clenching around him as you rolled your hips in time with his thrusts, Spencer's hands still guiding you up and down his length.

"S-so full, Spence! F-feel so good, baby," you whined loudly, Spencer's cock twitching at your praise, a whimper falling from his lips. Spencer's thrusts became more and more sloppy as he felt his release bubbling in his stomach, his mind going foggy as he murmured a mix of praises and your name incoherently.

"Spencer, I'm g-gonna c-cum!" You gasped, gripping Spencer's wrists as you began bouncing on his length again, desperately chasing your high. You felt your skin lined with a layer of sweat, the droplets gathering on your forehead making your hair stick to your skin awkwardly, but you didn't have the capacity to care, not when Spencer was making you feel so good and your climax was just out of reach.

"S-shit, I'm gonna cum- y-you have to-" Spencer stammered, his voice strained as he tried to lift you from his lap so he could pull out and most likely cum on your stomach, but you just dropped your full weight into his lap, forcing him as deep as he would go, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head and his hands held your hips with a vice-like grip, trying to focus on anything but how incredibly your pussy swallowed him in, your warm, wet walls constricting his sensitive cock.

"I-inside, baby, fuck p-please cum in m-me, Spence." Your voice was uneven and shaky as you begged him to fill you with his release, the thought alone making you completely delirious, only desperate for one thing and one thing only, and that was him cumming in you.

"O-oh my god!" Spencer moaned loudly as his cock twitched harshly. Unable to hold off any longer, he fulfilled your sinful demand and shot ropes of cum deep into you, the warm liquid filling you to the brim and leaking out around his cock as you whined out, moving your hand to rub quick circles on your clit, feeling your own release so close you could practically taste it.

"O-oh my- Spence!" You gasped, feeling your release hit you like a truck, the white hot pleasure knocking the wind from your lungs as you breathed in gasps, your whole body shuddering and writhing, your head falling onto Spencer's heaving chest.

The only sound that filled the stuffy car was both your heavy breathing in unison, Spencer's length still buried in you as you rested on top of him, your head snuggled into his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat almost lulling you to sleep before the grating sound of Spencer's phone ringing startled both of you. Spencer quickly scrambled to fetch it from his pocket, lifting his hips as he did so, the motion making his length drag against your oversensitive walls and push impossibly deeper, causing you to let out a gasp, which turned into a whine.

"Hello?" he answered, confusion in his voice as his brows furrowed. "What do you mean "hello?!" Where the hell are you? We've been waiting for you two for half an hour. What the hell are you doing?" Dereks voice was audible to you as he spoke, both your and Spencer's eyes bulging out of your skulls as you remembered you were supposed to go home and get changed to go out with the team.

"I'm on my way. Traffic is just really bad. I'll be there soon. gotta go!" Spencer scrambled for an excuse, hoping it would convince them before abruptly hanging up and looking up at you with a slightly panicked expression, both of you sitting in silence for a while before you both started laughing, unable to stay serious at the almost ridiculous situation you'd gotten into.

A/N: i literally can't end fics to save my life i'm so sorry also this is so ass i'm sorry

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