#and he spent all this time trying to find his sons killer

[starogeorgina]

Killer queen

Warnings: Incest

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen × Targaryen OC

1.04

“Muña!”

“Tré!” You call out as your son runs to you with his arms outstretched. The dragon keeper who accompanied him out of the pit nods, then excuses himself. You lifted your son up and kissed his chubby cheeks. “Did you have fun?”

Smiling brightly, he nods his head. Only a week after your son was born, Aemond began taking him dragon riding, so your son, who had just celebrated his fourth name day, was well acquainted with Vhagar. Tré learning to ride a dragon properly so young made you feel more confident for when he would be able to fly on his own dragon, Breeze, when they were both large enough.

His dragon came from a clutch of eggs laid by Aelora. Breeze’s body was silver and glimmered in the sun; his calm nature matched his bonded riders perfectly.

Tré points behind you, “Kepa!”

You watch as Aemond leaves the dragon pit and walks towards you. His toned figure is being hugged nicely by his riding gear as he struts towards you, looking pleased with himself. He rips his leather gloves off with his teeth before stroking the side of Tré’s cheek and brushing stray hairs behind your ear, saying, “You shouldn’t be lifting him in your condition.”

“Nonsense,” you say, shaking your head. “You just worry too much.”

Aemond’s hand rests against your swollen stomach. “I have every reason to be worried.”

Since the maester had confirmed you were pregnant again, Aemond had been treating you as if you were made of glass, which was understandable given how sickly you were during your first pregnancy. Goosebumps spread across your body as you watched Aemond take in your appearance, his eye blown with lust. He loved seeing you in revealing outfits, and the silver dress, which was almost completely backless aside from the thin fabric holding it together at your neck, seemed to be riling him up.

“I have a small counsel meeting to attend soon,” you say, handing your son over to him. Once you became a mother, you felt unsure of where your place was in your family; mother and father were king and queen after all, and having a baby made you want to take on more responsibilities to ensure his future was secure, so your grandsire suggested you attend your father's counsel meetings to learn the way of politics. “However, I will come find you after it while Tré is attending his lessons.”

You smiled, watching as your son snuggled into his father's chest, their silver hair blending together. Aemond still caressed your bump with his free hand while sighing, “I spoke to mother this morning. She wants to know how long we plan on waiting until we try for another once this baby is born.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her that we would have our own fleet within the next few years.”

You frowned at him; your first labor had lasted for days and was the worst experience of your life. Several times you begged for someone to end your suffering; of course the pain was worth it the moment your son was brought into the world, but you spent many years contemplating if you even wanted another, then decided you wanted your son to have a sibling, someone to grow up with. A subject you and your mother came to blows over several times.

Aemond chuckles. “I am only jesting, my love; you have already given me the family of my dreams. I would never ask you to go through this again.”

“I know,” you gulp down, feeling a wave of emotion hit you. “I should get going; I will see my favorite boys later.”

You walk away before tears spill from your eyes. By all means, you weren’t hurt or upset by your mother's question; you were angry. Angry that despite you having already made the decision not to have any more children after giving birth to the baby currently growing inside you, she insisted on trying to convince your husband otherwise.

—

When the council meeting was over, you spent some time trying to track Aemond down. He wasn’t in the nursery, library, training yard, or with any of your siblings, and Vhagar was flying riderless outside. It didn’t overly concern you as you knew he must have been inside the keep, but it was irritating as you wanted to spend some alone time with him.

When the knight opens the door to your bedroom chamber, you are welcomed by the sound of singing. You step inside and observe as Aemond sings a lullaby in High Valyrian as he pulls a black-scaled dragon egg out of his satchel.

You lean against the wall and say, “Fatherhood suits you.”

“And motherhood suits you.” Aemond turns around, giving you a devilish smile. He strides towards you, his hands gently gripping your hips, his lips now ghosting your own. “Especially this part, when you are full of my seed and swollen. The dragon growing inside you is strong. It’s easy to tell by the way you are glowing.”

“Hmm,” you nip at his lower lip playfully.

Aemond takes the opportunity and clashes his lips with your own, starting a long and passionate kiss. Just as his hands move to cup your heavy chest, there’s a knock at the door. Looking irritated by the interruption, he swings the door open himself, frightening the servant standing on the other side.

“My Prince,” the man says, giving him a neck bow before moving his attention to you, “princess. Prince Aegon sent me to tell you he’s awaiting you in the dragonpit.”

“Thank you, Silas.”

The servant smiles before bowing his neck again and leaving. Aemond rolls his eyes; he never understood your learning the names of all the servants who you interacted with daily.

You knew Aemond was furious by the way his jaw twitched as he watched you put on a black shawl to keep the chill off your bare back. Sternly, he says, “I thought you weren’t dragon-riding while pregnant.”

“No, I said I wouldn’t be riding on the dragon's back alone,” you corrected. “We will ride out on Sunfyre and fly back on Aelora.”

Unamused, Aemond repositioned his pants so that his hard-on was no longer visible. Huffing, he picks up one of his many books and sits down by the fire without saying another word. Aemond’s real issue wasn’t you going dragon riding; it was because he was jealous. Aelora would rip anyone who tried to mount her aside from you and Aegon to shreds, and your older brother would never let him forget it.

Your husband hadn’t made an effort to hide how envious he was of your connection to Aegon; a part of you always wondered if it was because it was the type of sibling relationship he craved himself, but you wouldn’t dare ask him, knowing the question would embarrass him. “Oh, my darling,” you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “I am simply trying to make the most of my time before the new baby comes, because when she is here, I imagine most of my time will be taken up with her and Tré.”

“I suppose you are right; besides, you’ll need to give our brother plenty of attention now before the new baby arrives. You know how competitive he can be.”

You pout at his words, “Aemond don’t-”

“You keep referring to the baby as a girl,” he says, kissing the back of your hand, changing the subject. “One of each would be nice; I hope she obtains her mother's beauty.”

You kiss him on the lips, then on the top of his scar above his eye. “It would only be fair since our son has gotten all of his good qualities from his father. I will see you once I return.”

“Be safe.”

—

On your walk back from the dragonpit, you hear two servants whispering in the hallway. They notice you staring and immediately curtsy. Smiling, you walk towards them and say, “Hello, I believed I heard my name.”

“Forgive us, princess,” a red-headed girl says frantically. “I meant no disrespect; I was just saying how beautiful your Targaryen hair is.”

“Oh,” your general said, surprised by her honesty. The same servant commented on your attire most days, commenting how wonderful it must be for a princess. “What do you like about it?”

Her face flushes red. “The braids, p-princess.”

“There’s no need to be so afraid. Do you like my braids as well?” You ask, facing the other servant.

She nods.

“Follow me.”

You lead the confused servants through the hallways until you reach your empty bedchamber. You had them both sit in chairs by the fireplace and begin braiding their hair to be similar to yours. During which time you learned the blonde's name was Laura and the redhead was Shayla.

While twirling strands of red hair around your finger, you ask, “How old are you? You look rather young to be working here.”

“One and two, princess.”

You had learned Shayla was the youngest of four daughters and that both her parents had died of a fever; her only living relative who was an adult sent them out for work immediately. “And you were the only sibling sent to work in the keep?”

“Yes, princess, my older sisters were sold to one of the brothels on Silk Street.”

Your hand immediately moves to your stomach, and you rub at it protectively. It terrifies you to think what kind of beasts the poor girls must have to deal with daily. “Do you know which brothel they are in?”

“I’m afraid I do not know princess; I haven’t seen them since the day we were sold. I do miss them terribly.”

You open your mouth to reply, but stop when Laura says, “Forgive me, princess, but it’s getting late. The head of the kitchen will scold me if I do not arrive before the sun sets.”

Hearing the fear in her voice, you give her permission to leave. When she’s gone, you return your attention back to the girl in front of you and ask, “What are your sister's names? And your last name?”

“Ava, Charlotte, and Bridget Our last name is Ford. Princ-”

“You do not need to call me priciness in every sentence,” you laugh softly. You make a mental note to ask Aegon in the morning to help you find these girls before finishing Shayla’s braid, saying, “Thank you for sharing with me. If it pleases you, I’d like to practice braiding your hair again, if that’s okay.”

Her eyes light up. “Of course, Princess.”

The young girl leaves your bedchamber just as your husband arrives; her grin never fades as she curtsies him on her way out, which puzzles Aemond, as most servants are too afraid to even look at him. He brushes it off and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “How was dragon riding?”

“Excellent; although I think I’m getting rather fat for it, I struggled to strap myself in.”

He presses a kiss behind your ear and says, “I shall inquire into finding straps with more stretch in it.”

“Perhaps,” you turn around to face him, not missing the devilish glint in his eye. You take hold of his hand, moving it to your breast and squeezing. “But I believe we have some time to make up for my husband.”

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[ncityprincess]

what do you say, my dear?

ceo jaehyun x executive assistant reader

this is just filthy 😔 4.4K words

ok this is officially my longest fic😭 you all must suffer through my jaehyun brain rot with me😤 plot: your sexy boss jeong jaehyun offers you a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Milan, for work purposes of course. mr. jeong makes some bad decisions, but it takes two to tango. who knew sininng could feel so good.

p.s if the business terms I used don't make a lick of sense please don't beat my ass 😭🙏🏾 MDNI

“y/n, come into my office. we need to discuss something”

you instantly felt a rush of nerves run through your body.

you had started off as a temp at Jeong Financial last summer. you had been out of college for a few years, lost and trying to find your footing in the so called “real world.” you spent your first two years out of college working at an upscale lounge. while the tips were incredible, the graveyard shifts and your newfound numbness to the stench of liquor was not your ideal lifestyle. it was time to dust off your resume and get to work. a recruiter from Jeong Financial had reached out on linkedin, and from there your journey in the corporate world had begun.

on your first day of work you were scheduled to have a meet and greet with the CEO, Jeong Jaehyun. you hadn’t really done any research on the company, as you were desperate to just get your foot in the door. you weren't sure what you were expecting the ceo to look like, but it certainly wasn't this.

jeong jaehyun was the only son of his two parents. they had built jeong financial from the ground up in the 80s, and eventually passed down the company to their son.

Jaehyun wasn't some stuffy old man, he was a devilishly handsome Adonis in his late 20s that kept his hair styled and wore brands you couldn't even begin to pronounce. he had a killer smile that could, and did, light up every room he was in, with dimples to match. he was tall and muscular, and could easily quit his job at any point to become a model. people simultaneously respected and feared him. men that were twice his age and nowhere near jaehyun's level envied him. the Human Resources ladies made any excuse to come to his office.

he was also married. with two children.

your first meeting with mr. jeong rendered you shocked by his gorgeous features. while he certainly carried himself with dignity and pride, he still made you feel like you were an equal. he asked you about your interests outside of work and what your goals were. you mentioned that you would like to eventually work your way up to executive assistant to the ceo, to which he smiled.

"well y/n, you certainly have the potential to flourish as an executive assistant. I can tell you're passionate about the industry and that's the type of woman I want on my team. forget temping, why don't you start reporting directly to me from now on. my current assistant can help you transition into the role. she's retiring next month."

you sat there in utter shock, processing his proposal. you had entered the company fully expecting to start from the bottom. how did you get offered your dream position within 20 minutes of you working for the company? you didn't have time to analyze the situation, so you settled for a simple "yes!"

fast forward a year, and you had been assisting jaehyun with his daily tasks: checking emails, setting up meetings, sitting in on his lunches, going with him to seminars. the job had forced the two of you to become really close. each interaction you had made you more and more infatuated with him. and you were positive the feeling was mutual.

jaehyun would stare just a little too long at you, admiring your figure in your pencil skirts and dresses. he complimented you every single morning, mostly innocent. mostly.

"y/n, the coffee you made me is phenomenal! you should add professional barista to your resume"

"wow, that blouse really brings out your eyes"

"I couldn't imagine not having you around"

sometimes you would notice an underlying hint of flirtation, but it never went into inappropriate territory. the man was all about his image after all. you certainly weren't complaining, in fact, you fed into it. you accepted his sweet words. you craved them. but you always kept the fact that he was married in the back of your mind...

you stood up from your desk outside of his office and smoothed out your black, boatneck dress. your heels clicked on the marble floor with each step you made toward his office. Jaehyun let you into the large corner office first, shutting the door behind him.

"everything ok sir?" you asked while sitting down in the expensive chair in front of his desk.

jaehyun walked around the large mahogany desk and sat in his chair. he looked like an absolute dreamboat. the large, floor to ceiling windows in his office brought in a ton of sunlight behind him, making him look particularly angelic.

"oh yeah, everything is more than ok. it's FANTASTIC actually. that's why I called you in here today."

"phew, you should've led with that sir" you said jokingly, taking a slight sigh of relief.

jaeyhun's eyes widened, shocked that you were so uneasy. "y/n, my dear, your performance over the past year has been outstanding. your organizational skills, your punctuality, your magnetic personality. you have nothing to worry about."

you hoped he didn't notice the blush that you felt forming on your face. he had always called you innocent pet names, it was in his nature. but being called his dear while receiving all of that praise? it certainly drove you crazy.

"thank you sir, that means a lot to me" you said sincerely.

jaehyun leaned forward in his seat, making you mirror his actions.

"jeong financial is projecting to make more than double what we made last year. with the launch of our second office in New York City, we were able to drive in even more consumers than we ever have. we had a meeting with the board of directors to finalize our latest expansion efforts--we are opening our very first European office in Milan!"

"what!? oh my gosh that's amazing news! this is incredible sir. what does this mean for us?" you inquired, wondering where you would come in in all of this

"well, I have a meeting next week to meet with the person who is going to run the Milan office. this is going to be an intense week filled with lots of information, and I'm going to need someone to help me stay on track. and that, my dear, is where you come in."

your ears perked up, "I'm listening"

"I'm going need my right hand lady with me to help me get through this week. if you're up for it, I'll arrange for you to have your own hotel room and all of your expenses to be paid with the company card. I'll even include a well-deserved bonus for the next pay period. what do you say, my dear?"

milan!? you had never been to Europe before, let alone had a gorgeous, wealthy man offering to sponsor your trip to Milan.

for work purposes of course.

"what do I say? I say, let me pack my bags!" you said while bouncing in your seat like an excited puppy.

he let out a hearty chuckle, his eyes taking a sneaky peek at your bouncing cleavage. you were so cute in his eyes. so tantalizing. so intoxicating.

"atta girl! I wish all of my business partners were as cute as you–"

you stopped your movements, and a loud silence washed over the room. you guys made eye contact with one another, analyzing and dissecting the flirty comment that lingered in the air.

"...I don't get to see those types of reactions often in this line of work" jaehyun cooly clarified.

you blinked and smiled softly, your eyes glancing down at the framed picture of jaehyun, his wife, and his son and daughter posed perfectly in front of the fireplace–not a hair out of place. the white picket fence-esque family of four would easily be the envy of any outsider looking in...

you and jaehyun had touched down in Milan in the early afternoon on Saturday. you wanted nothing more than to get a nice shower in and see what Milan had to offer. you weren't scheduled to do any actual work until Monday morning.

the whole journey here was absolutely seamless. you, jaehyun, and a few other members of the board had flown privately in the company jet. how did a girl who was serving drinks to sleazy drunk men not too long ago end up in a scenario like this? the prearranged company driver had driven you all to the gorgeous hotel. you felt like a real life princess being pampered like this.

after jaehyun got you all checked in, he made his way over to you and handed you your room key.

"we're going to be next door to each other, hope that's ok with you?

you smiled, "it's perfect, thanks again for letting me join you. I know how important this trip is for the company."

"nonsense, it's you I should be thanking. without you I would be an absolute mess trying to sort everything out."

you two made your way to your respective rooms in comfortable silence. something about being in a new country, roaming through the halls of a luxury hotel with your handsome boss made you feel a certain kind of way.

"alright, this is us! hey, would you like to grab dinner with me later? there's a Michelin star restaurant on the rooftop. their wine selection is supposedly out of this world. my treat, of course"

just a dinner? with your boss? seemed innocent enough.

"yeah that sounds amazing actually, my first authentic Italian dining experience" you smiled

"wow, I get to dine with you for your first ever Italian meal, what an honor. be ready by 7:00?"...

it was 6:47 and you were running around your hotel room like it was on fire. what was one supposed to wear to a swanky Italian restaurant with their handsome boss as their non-date date? you didn't want to try too hard because you didn't want to overstep any boundaries, but you also wanted to dress to impress. you sifted through your entire suitcase and eventually settled for a navy blue wrap dress and some nude pumps. you jumped slightly when you heard a knock at the door. 7:00 pm on the dot.

you sprayed some floral perfume and looked yourself over one more time in the full length mirror. good enough, you thought.

you opened the door and you were immediately taken aback by the man standing in front of you.

jaehyun's hair was gelled back with a few stray pieces hanging in front of his face. he wore an all black suit that complimented his broad shoulders and athletic build. he sported that signature dimpled smile as he greeted you.

"wow y/n, you look lovely tonight. you ready to eat?"

you sure hoped you were.

the restaurant was absolutely stunning. white table clothes, restaurant goers adorned in the finest clothing and jewels, romantic Italian music creating a magical ambiance. it made you forget that you were here on a work trip.

jaehyun had asked the waiter to sample a few of the wines, allowing you to get a feel for what you liked. eventually you settled on a particular pinot noir. he ordered the bottle, and the wine continued flowing. the two of you had talked about some pending work items. he briefed you on how Monday's meeting would go, and eventually the conversation became less work centric. the wine you both shared also made the professional walls lower.

"so y/n tell me, you have anybody waiting at home for you?" jaehyun sneakily inquired.

you giggled, running your hand through your hair, "hehe no relationships for me, I've been single since I graduated college."

jaehyun smirked slightly, liking the answer you gave him "what a shame. a woman as beautiful and as intelligent at you should have men lining down the block."

on a normal day, you'd blush at one of his borderline flirty comments. but tonight, with you sitting across from the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on in a fancy Milan restaurant, you went for a different approach.

"oh really? and would you happen to be one of those men lining down the block, sir?"

you leaned forward, letting your hands rest on your hands. this position also gave jaehyun a fantastic view of your cleavage, which you took full advantage of.

jaehyun chuckled, running his hand over his jaw. "in a perfect world, yes, yes I would"

the ball was back in your court.

"what, jeong jaehyun: the handsome, Forbes 30 under 30, multi-millionaire ceo doesn't see the world as perfect?" you weren't sure where this confidence was coming from, but you didn't question it further.

jaehyun smirked, enjoying this bold side of you. a little too much.

"well my dear, if the world was so perfect, you would've been mine by now, but that's not the case right?"

finally. no more tiptoeing the line of flirting. jaehyun had effectively ripped off the bandaid and laid out his true feelings about you.

"...but what about–"

"my wife? my kids? like I said, in a perfect world."

from the moment you walked into his office last summer like a wide eyed puppy, jaehyun knew he wanted you. you were a breath of fresh air. your positivity, your youthful energy, your ravishing looks. you were a slice of normalcy in his everyday hectic life. every time you walked into his office with that cute pep in your step made him forget about all of his worries at work and at home. it made him long for a timeline where you two could be together normally, without the pressure of keeping up appearances for his wealthy family. he had been born into a lifestyle that was already paved for him. sure, he loved his wife and kids and he loved running one of the top financial firms in the entire world. but deep down he craved a normal life. a life that he got to choose.

you both had finished up your dinner, and made your way back to your hotel rooms. in the elevator, you two had stood closely next to one another. your arms and hands were barely brushing each others, desperately wanting to make a move. the elevator dinged and you two stepped out.

once you reached your rooms, jaehyun spoke up breaking the silence.

"y/n, I had a wonderful time with you tonight. thanks for keeping me company."

you smiled, not really wanting the night to end just yet. "I really enjoyed myself sir, I've never had a dining experience like that before"

jaehyun stiffened slightly."y/n, my dear, I've been meaning to talk to you about this. you really don't have to be so formal with me, even at work. just jaehyun is perfectly fine"

"oh, im sorry sir–I mean...jaehyun. I just didn't want cross any boundaries that's all."

"no need to apologize, I appreciate your manners." jaehyun paused for a minute, deciding if he was going to act on his impulses.

he chose to do so.

"y/n, if you aren't too tired, you're more than welcome to join me on the balcony tonight. I always love to watch the stars late at night when I travel"

how could you turn that down?

"I'd really like that jaehyun" you said sweetly as you smiled up at him. he opened the door to his room and let you inside, looking around the hallway before closing the door.

you continued walking towards the French doors of the balcony and pushed them open. the cool night air felt amazing, cooling down your wine and pasta filled body. sure enough, you looked up at the night sky covering Milan and saw millions of bright stars. the scene took your breath away. who knew so much beauty existed in this big, crazy world.

you heard jaehyun's footsteps coming up behind you. he admired your goddess like form as you looked up at the night sky. you looked so beautiful like this, his tipsy state enhancing the feelings he already had for you. his feet moved faster than his brain and he came up behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder.

you turned your head around to look up at him, eyes wide and filled with growing lust. he had taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in his dress shirt with a few loose buttons at the top and suit pants. his hair had gotten slightly messy, making him look absolutely irresistible.

the two of you made intense eye contact with one another, and before you knew it, you were in a passionate make out session with your boss. his large hands cupped your face, deepening the kiss. you kissed him back with everything you had in you. the months of stolen glances, sly remarks and heated exchanges all led up to this point. you didn't care that he was your boss, you didn't care that he had a family, all you cared about was how good his lips tasted against yours.

jaehyun lifted you up off of your feet and sat you on the bistro table. you leaned in to continue kissing him, but he stopped you in place by holding your jaw firmly with his hand.

"this ok, my dear? I can stop all of this if you want me to" he asked in a serious voice, staring down at your beautiful flustered face.

"yes please sir, just kiss me" you whined

jaehyun dove right back into kissing your lips. his tongue fought for dominance, winning effortlessly. you moaned when your tongues made contact, making you tilt your head back. his mouth followed your movements, making its way across your entire face. he kissed all over your cheeks and jawline. his lips eventually trailed up to your ear softly, making your eyes roll back.

"sweetheart, I told you, it's jaehyun" he whispered in your ear in his deep voice. he didn't want to think about work, he wanted to make this moment feel as real as possible.

he needed to hear you say his name.

he kissed down your neck slowly, in absolutely no rush. his hands trailed up and down your sides, asking for permission to see more of you. you grabbed the ties of your wrap dress and undid them, pushing the pieces of fabric to the side and off your shoulders. you pulled your arms out of the dress and it fell in a pool at your seated hips.

"I've wanted this–for so long my dear–you're absolutely–ravishing" jaehyun said between kisses. each kiss went lower and lower toward your bra clad cleavage. jaehyun reached around your back and undid your lacy black bra. he watched in awe as your round breasts dropped out of the cups of your bra. he wasted no time and roughly licked and kissed your boobs. you moaned out softly, the thought of being almost fully naked for your boss on a balcony in the middle of Milan sitting in the back of your mind.

the thought sent a rush of electricity to your clothed core.

he continued his ministrations with his mouth on your nipples, and his hand slowly trailed down your stomach, making its way into your panties. you let out of soft gasp, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. his fingers softly moved up and down on your pussy, allowing your clit to slowly warm up to his touch. after a while, he finally slipped two fingers into you, moving in and out of your body at a steady pace. you let out a delicious sound of satisfaction, leaning back on your hands.

"aww, when's the last time you let a real man touch you sweetheart, huh?" jaehyun's muffled voice asked against your breasts.

"fuck, I can't remember" you whined. every other man you had ever been with was inferior compared to jaehyun. you didn't even want to think about them.

he chuckled, "huh, that's because no man has EVER touched you the way I can. and they never will" he said darkly.

his fingers picked up the pace, making you let out a long, drawn out moan. he abruptly pulled his fingers out of your body and held them in front of his face. he observed them closely, making you clench around nothing.

"so messy, but I bet I could make you even messier"

he shoved his fingers into your mouth, and you eagerly lapped up your juices. you moaned at the taste of yourself, and looked jaehyun straight in his eyes. the sight of you two like this on the balcony for anyone to see was sinfully erotic.

you both wanted more.

he grabbed your hand and helped you on your feet. he slid your panties all the way off of your body, and you stepped out of them, leaving your heels on. your leaned up to kiss him again, and he smirked against your lips, smacking your ass as he tasted your arousal on his tongue.

you unbuttoned his dress shirt quickly, wanting to feel him already. he undid his expensive leather belt, tossing it to the side carelessly. he pulled the shirt off of his body, and turned you around so the front of your body was facing the railing of the balcony. you looked down at the city lights and cars beneath you, feeling a rush of euphoria. your braced yourself on the railing and pushed your ass out at him.

jaehyun bent down, spreading your cheeks, and licked a slow stripe from your clit to your ass. you let out a squeal of surprise and pushed back onto his face. he stood back up and pushed his pants and underwear down, gliding a hand down the slope of your back.

"how are we preventing pregnancy, my dear?" he asked, leaning down to your ear.

you reached around his head, holding his face next to yours. "I'm on the pill don't worry. please just..."

"shh my dear, I'm gonna take care of you, I promise."

jaehyun spat on his palm and rubbed it against your pussy.

"mmmmm please" you moaned out impatiently.

he jerked himself a few times with his saliva covered palm and lined his tip up with your entrance. he finally pushed in, and the two of you let out satisfied sounds. he gathered your hair into his hand and gripped it firmly. never pulling, just as a place holder.

his began to pick up the pace and soon enough you were overcome with intense pleasure. your hips pushed back against his, making your ass jiggle with each thrust. you let out a loud moan into the night, feeling like you were on top of the world. who knew you'd end up in Italy, bent over a balcony by none other than jeong jaehyun.

you fucking loved it.

"yeah that's it sweetheart scream for me. let all of Milan know what a fucking whore you are letting me fuck you like this" jaehyun encouraged you with a smirk.

you let out a squeal when he hit a particularly deep spot. you were so close to coming you could taste it.

"fuck say my name baby, let me hear it" jaehyun gritted out desperately.

"fuck jaehyun I'm right there please" you screamed out.

"shit!" jaehyun groaned out loudly and pulled you up by your hair. he pulled out of you, turned you around and picked you up. you let your legs wrap around his body as he carried you swiftly back into the hotel room.

you gasped loudly when you tossed you onto his large bed like you weighed nothing. he placed your legs over his shoulders and dove right back into your pussy without warning.

"ahhhh fuck" you moaned out. you were positive this was the loudest you'd ever been while having sex. no man had ever made you feel this good. it was absolutely sinful, but felt like heaven.

jaehyun nuzzled his face against your calf, placing soft kisses as he went.

"come on dear, give it to me. I wanna see you cum real pretty for me" jaehyun encouraged you.

those nasty words filled up all of your senses, instantly making you cum for him just like he wanted. he listened to your delicious sounds, your involuntary movements from your orgasm hypnotizing him. he wanted to keep this memory of you like this in his mind forever.

he pulled out of you as you came down from your high. sitting back on his heels to admire your sexy body.

“uh oh, look at the mess you’ve made sweetheart”

he reached down and wasted no time diving face first into your pussy.

you let out a high pitched scream, desperately trying to run away from his ravenous mouth to no avail thanks to his arms trapping your thighs in place.

“let me clean it up baby” he muffled out the filthy words against your overly sensitive clit.

you were sure you were having some kind of out of body experience. who knew pleasure of this magnitude existed. even if it was at the hands of a married man.

“sir—“

he pulled his mouth away from you slightly and firmly smacked your outer thigh, cutting you off.

“didn’t i just FUCKING tell you to not to call me that”

before you could correct your mistake he went right back into eating you out. you moaned a desperate plea out to him.

“ohhhh my god jaehyun please” your desperate voice went up a few octaves

you couldn’t hold on anymore and shortly after felt a rush of liquid shoot out of you. he licked you completely clean and tried his best to keep your hips from bucking around. you finally felt him pull away and you tried to catch your breath.

he got out of the bed and went into the bathroom briefly, leaving you to come down from your intense back-to-back highs. he came back to you with a warm washcloth and tried his hardest not to press on your sensitive bundle of nerves as he cleaned you up.

you muttered out a small “thank you” and he placed a gentle kiss on top of your head.

you must have dozed off for a few minutes because you woke up to him fully clothed, pulling his shoes back on. you sat up, still slightly spent from your session.

“wha? where are you going?” you asked him in a soft, sleepy voice, startling him slightly

“shh just go back to bed my dear” he said in a hushed tone

“but…but you didn’t get to cu—“

“don’t worry about it, now get some rest”

he grabbed a few of his belongings and quietly made his way out of his hotel room, leaving you speechless. jaehyun silently made his way to the elevator, heading down to the hotel bar. when the elevator doors shut he pulled out his phone.

2 missed calls: mrs.

you stood in the shower in your own hotel room, letting the hot water flowing from the shower head mix in with the hot tears streaming down your face.

what did you just do?

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part two

#jaehyun smut #jaehyun x oc #jaehyun x y/n #nct jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun hard hours #jaehyun hard thoughts #nct 127 hard thoughts #nct imagines #nct 127 hard hours #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct fanfic #ceo jaehyun #nct 127 #kpop imagines #imagine nct

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Lost son of catbat au where Danny learns who his bio parents are and freaks out. Batman was notoriously observant and would find him out in a heartbeat. Not to mention if it came to a custody battle he would win against the Fentons easily, or worse, someone would get overshadowed and the situation could get messy.

Batman might also seek ways to control or contain him which was terrifying. He spent his entire life feeling like he was in a cage, trapped by his adoptive parents. He didn't have many friends because his parents would scare people off with thier high tech weapons and neon jumpsuits and the ones that did stay...well they did more than look down the barrel of the sci-fi guns they touted, even if they were only covered in goo, getting shot at must be a traumatic experience. The rest of the time he felt like he was trying to creep across landmines without setting them off.

No one wanted his parents undivided attention not even thier children. That combined with the fact his house was mixed with a lab resulted in it being a giant cluster of Osha violations. Opening the fridge was dangerous long before the portal opened and the food inside it would come to life, this was because they often stored dangerous and volatile chemicals inside of it and something as small as the light bulb flicking on inside could cause something to explode.

Danny had never felt safe in his house. Tuckers place had always been his safe haven and his parents had practically raised him as thier own. Thank the Ancients for Mr and Mrs Foley. He didn't know where he would be without them. This, of course, changed after the accident. Now he didn't feel safe anywhere.

After six months with his powers he began making contingency plans for everything. His friends called him paranoid but were forced to eat thier words not even a three days later when one stopped a new ghost from taking over the city.

Danny had always been good at making plans when he actually had time to sit down and think things through. He was also excellent at sneaking around and stealing. Now he knew why.

He might not want anything to do with his parents but he very much wanted more siblings. Jazz was great but she helped raise him since she was a baby. She felt way more like a mom than a sister. Dani was self explanatory. It hurt him to know that his siblings didn't know about him-couldn't know about him.

That is, until Red Hood appeared on the scene. At this point Danny had given up on his human life and found he had so much more free time. Sure he was technically still going to school, but that was to fight ghosts, he didn't attend classes. He set up alliances with other ghosts in the zone to help defend his territory and now Amity Park had a thiving ghostly undercity that few of the living knew about.

Danny finally had time to himself, even though Sam hated it. She kept telling him it was wrong. This was a hot topic of debate between him, Sam and Tucker with the boys both against her. Sure, watching the people who took him in and -well, not raise him exactly but fed and clothed him for years- drive around the city desperatly calling his name did make him feel kinda crappy.

Red Hood gave him hope. He was estranged from Bruce but was still his brother. Jackpot! Plus he was older than him and a known killer, so he wasn't likely to tattle on him to the big bad bat about Danny making Vlad "disappear" a few months ago. Hood made people disappear all the time so who was he to judge anyway?

Still, he could admit just showing up unannounced in his apartment was kinda dangerous. There was no garentee Hood would shoot him, brother or not. I mean, he's been violent with Robin lately and no one knows why, and he's thier brother.

Just as he was about to talk himself out of this and go back to his own city he heard the tell tale click of a gun. Crap.

"So, who are you?" Hood asked, seemingly aloof even while being confronted with a stranger breaking into his home.

Danny nervously gestured to the cookies he had made for them, "If i tell you will you promise not to tell Batman?"

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #jason todd #red hood #this is fresh back to gatham red hood #crime lord with severed heads in a bag red hood #danny why #tw: guns #tw: blood #tw: murder #tw: death #to be fair this is two fandoms about death and violance #tw: child neglect

[xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx]

I love Andrew Minyard as a criminal justice major. Just imagine the possibilities that could happen!! He'd 100% write a paper about nature vs nurture that is about himself and Neil (only if you read between the lines can you tell that tho)

Oh man!! An idea is coming into my head as I think about this!!

Okay, okay, so imagine the following.

Andrew is in his The Serial Killer's Psyche class when he learns about the more recent recent killers, including The Baltimore Butcher.

He lowkey becomes fascinated with the whole thing.

(It's the knives)

And goes down a rabbit hole looking into anything and everything regarding the Wesninski family.

He learns that Nathan was married and had a son, Nathaniel, with a member of another known mafia family from across the Atlantic, Mary.

The son would be the perfect killing machine for these two.

But then he learns that Mary and Nathaniel died tragically in an unknown form.

"The family wants to keep their privacy in these hard times." The press says.

Despite Andrew researching for days (he even went to the library once!) He can't find any record of how they died, but their death certificates have the same time stamp on them so at least he knows they died at the same time.

After finding out as much as he can about the family, he is (and he would never admit this to anyone at all ever) solely on the side of the cops in believing that Nathan Wesninski is The Baltimore Butcher despite there not being enough evidence, etc etc.

Having learned all he could, he all but forgets about the Wesninski family.

Fast forward to the next semester when Kevin tells him they are going to Arizona because he found them a new striker.

As Neil is trying to catch his breath from Andrew hitting him, Andrew is suddenly excepiencing a new phenomenon to him "familiarity"

For some reason, this flight risk reminds him of someone, but he can't quite remember who.

This is new.

Not remembering something.

Is his memory failing him for the first time ever?

He blames it on his meds and moves on

Everytime he sees Neil after he moves to Palmetto, he has the same feeling.

Ever. Single. Time.

It is increasingly aggravating and intirely too intresting.

After weeks spent trying to remember who Neil reminded him of, filing through every person he's ever encountered, and Neil's skitish behavior, he decided that Neil must be a threat.

Why else would his instincts tell him not to trust Neil?

Why didn't he react to the Moriyamas coming south that fall?

Why couldn't he fucking remember where he knew Neil from???

His shell cracked a little bit and he decided on impulse that Neil was going to Eden's with them

Andrew was practically vibrating with rage by the end of that night.

"Who are you?" Andrew asked.

"Wha- I don't understand? I'm Neil?"

"No. I know you, but I've never seen you before." Andrew watched as Neil tensed, wondering what was running through the runners head.

"We don't know each other." Neil made as if to walk away, but he didn't make it far before he had to grab the wall to stabilize himself.

"I know you." Andrew said, grabbing his shoulder.

"No, you don't." Neil shoved him.

"Do you work for the Moriyamas?"

"You think I'm a mole?" Neil scoffed, but it was more slurred with the drugs in his system.

"You're something. And I know how to properly dispose of a body." Andrew said lowly, threatingly, putting both hands on either side of Neil, caging him him.

"So do I." Neil's voice was steady, and he shoved Andrew back as far as he could before taking off.

Neil feeds Andrew half-truths the next day at Wymacks, saying that he must have seen him on the street somewhere. He honestly had no idea why Andrew recognized him.

Andrew doesn't believe that, but he believes Neil's half-truths about his family and lets him go.

Eventually, the familiar feeling is exchanged with actual recognition, and the books continue on as normal

UNTIL

Andrew gets out of Easthaven and sees Neil with his blue eyes and Aubrun hair and brused face, and Andrew freezes for only a moment.

But for that moment, it's like a Christmas tree lighting up in Andrew's head.

Neurons firing and connecting dots he didn't know went to together.

Nathaniel Wesninski stood next to his family

Nathaniel Wesninski protected his family while he was in rehab

Nathaniel Wesninski has been alone with Kevin every night for the past 4 months

Nathaniel Wesninksi was a runaway

Nathaniel Wesninski was alive

Nathaniel Wesninski

Andrew doesn't know what to do with this information yet, so he does nothing

He goes about his decided itinerary for the day

He still doesn't know what to do until "I never understood why he liked knives."

Everyone else was thinking Riko, but Andrew was thinking Nathan.

He decides then and there that he's not going to say anything until Neil tells him.

Neil's "I'm Nathaniel" hits Andrew like a gut punch.

He already knew it but now it's confirmed.

When Neil goes missing, Andrew was the first to tell coach about Nathan's release from prison.

He persuades Coach (read: stares down repeating "Baltimore") to take them to Baltimore because that's where Neil is.

Books go on as normal

Life seemingly goes back to normal after summer break.

They start the new semester with significantly fewer worries, and Neil is figuring out his newfound freedom.

Andrew is in his Advanced Psychology class when Nathan Wesninski is brought up again.

The professor - fortunately for her sake - doesn't mention Neil or Nathaniel at all but assigned them an imaginative assignment

They are to pick a serial killer and study what is known about their at home life and write a paper about what it might be like to grow up in that kind of enviroment

Andrew was going to ignore this assignment, but Neil found out and thought the whole thing was hilarious.

Neil finds out that Andrew was entirely too fascinated by the Wesninski family.

"You liked me before you even met me."

Eventually, they decided that Andrew didn't have to write the paper.

"Mr. Minyard. It is your turn to present."

Andrew and Neil walk to the front.

"This was a single person assignment, Mr. Minyard."

"I think a first-hand account is better than anything I could have come up with. Don't you think?"

"First hand?"

"Hello Andrew's classmates. I'm Nathaniel Wesninski, but please call me Neil. Fair warning. If you ever call me Nathaniel, I will kill you."

They spend the rest of the class basically ragging on Nathan the entire time

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxes #aftg neil #the foxhole court #andriel #the raven king #the kings men #aftg au #criminal justice major Andrew Minyard

[talaok]

I’ve dreamed of this (Part I)

Summary: You are a part of the BAU, and for the longest time you and Dr. Spencer Reid had been best of friends, even when it was clear to everyone else, and at times to you, that you should be more than that, and when something almost happens on a night out with the team, everything is destined to change. This is a double pov story (each chapter will be alternated between y/n's and spencer's pov)

Chapter summary: After solving a case the team goes to a bar to blow off some steam, and inevitably, the tension between you and Spencer grows.

warnings: alcohol consumption

Y/n 

Knock knock. You looked up from the pictures of the 16-year-old victim found in the woods two days ago. You had caught her killer today, and as you filed the case in the solved pile, you had felt it was your duty, or at least the respectful thing to do, to give her one last goodbye before you inevitably had to move on. You hated this part of your job. You hated the need to not get attached. You knew it was right, that if you did start caring too much you wouldn't have been able to do your job anymore.  That if you started to think of the bodies in front of you as sons or daughters, as loved and cared for, you wouldn't have been able to help them anymore. And so you didn't. You looked at everything objectively, only focusing on the technical aspects of it all, but for every case, Once you solved it or once, unfortunately, you had to give up on it, you granted yourself 10 minutes. 10 minutes of humanity and mourning in front of the tragedy you had just spent weeks treating with detachment. And it seemed that today, your ten minutes had been interrupted. "Y/n you coming?" Derek was smiling at you. "Huh?" "We're going to get a drink"  "Oh" you laughed softly "yeah, sure. Just give me a minute" "ok, great" he turned away just to turn back around "I'm sorry if I interrupted your little ritual," he apologized with a genuinely worried expression. You shook your head, of course, he knew about it. You always somehow forgot you were surrounded by people whose job was literally reading others "it's fine. Don't worry" you reassured him as he walked away from your desk, this time actually.

"c'mon pretty boy" You had packed your bag, exited your cubicle, and walked to the glass doors to meet the others to find Morgan talking to a very unsure Spencer. "yeah come on pretty boy" you joked as you elbowed the poor man. Derek grinned "He says he's too tired" he nodded at him. Spencer threw his head back in exasperation, his adam's apple in full view as he stretched his long neck, his honey hair falling back with it. "Oh.Not a chance" you turned to him  "I really am" he mumbled "Spence you need to relax" "I can relax at home"  "come on it'll be fun" you raised your eyebrows "we can dance " his lips twitched into a sly smile "and have a drink with alcohol in it this time" you placed your hand on his arm and noticed how he gulped "and you can tell me all about whatever statistic there is about how dirty bars are and I promise I'll listen"  His eyes fell to the floor and then back up to you. You could see on his face he had already surrendered "You know I don't dance" "We'll see" you smiled maliciously as his eyes traveled down to your lips. He cleared his throat “I just- I have to get a thing from my desk” “Alright just don't try to sneak out of here Spence”  “I wouldn’t dare” he laughed, turning around. You let your eyes linger on his frame a little longer before turning to Derek. He chuckled “What?” He put his hands in front of him in defense, still smiling smugly “nothing. It’s just interesting how he never seems to say no to you” “Well, what can I say? I have my charm” you joked He winced “yeah I’m not sure it’s just that” “Oh stop it” you rolled your eyes at his assumption. It wasn’t the first time he suggested it. “I'm just saying.” He shrugged “ you don’t see dr. Spencer Reid stutter every day” "When will you stop with this theory of yours?" "When you'll admit I'm right" You scoffed "yeah right" He raised an eyebrow knowingly and you scowled at him as Spencer approached. "I didn't sneak out"  "I see that, you're a man of your word " you smiled, sensing Morgan's lips twitch into a cocky grin. "we should go" he said "The others are already there"

"well hello" you said as a series of all kinds of greetings met your ears, variating from hotch's polite - hello - to Penelope's - hello my most precious -. You sat down next to Emily and after a moment of hesitation, spencer set next to you. Now, you weren't stupid, hell, studying people's behavior was your job, so yes, you had been lying to Derek before. You weren't certain about it, but you had a suspicion that what he enjoyed suggesting so much was actually the truth. You had noticed it a long time ago. You had joined the bureau about a year after he had, and even if you weren't that experienced of a profiler you could see how he acted differently when he was with you. He was always awkward, I mean, it's spencer Reid we're talking about, but when he was with you he was even more. he had trouble looking you in the eyes, would freeze after even the slightest touch, and was very hesitant to talk to you, and when he did, he would often find himself stuttering or blushing or saying - sorry- with that little sweet voice of his a lot.  But you didn't let go. you knew that under all that shyness and awkwardness there would be someone extremely interesting. and you were right. As time went by he got better, he started speaking to you voluntarily, engaging in long conversations, filled with dorky jokes and boring data, conversations that you started to adore and that, time after time, made you two learn more about each other than you could have ever imagined. But after all this time, after 4 whole years, you would notice how he sometimes would still when you touched him, or how when you wore a little more revealing clothes it was hard to have him look you in the eyes,or millions of others small things that made you question what you actually meant to him. But there were two fundamental problems, and as much as you wanted to explore that thought that sometimes crept into your mind, these always seemed to be there to remind you not to. The first one being the fact that you were and are, co-workers, as in workers that work together, as in workers that basically live in their office and that travel constantly together, and that have done 2 days of holidays collectively this year. And let's not forget, coworkers as in workers who cannot have relationships with one another due to the very strict policy their boss has everyone follow.  So that was one And the second, which, even if it should have probably been the opposite, was the one that scared you the most, was that most importantly, you were friends. Best of them for that matter. You had known each other for four full years, and in those years you had both gone through so much and had been each other's lifeline for so long that you felt like if you ruined everything, if, let's say you actually did something about what he felt, or most importantly, what you felt, and things didn't work out or it turned out you had read everything wrong, well then, you wouldn't know how to do it anymore. How to do it without him by your side. And so you stopped yourself. Every time you started even thinking about the possibility of doing something about all the beats your heart would skip when he complimented you, you thought of the worst possible outcome and forced yourself to bottle everything up. You didn't want to lose him. You just couldn't. "So what are we drinking?" JJ said "How 'bout some shots?" Emily immediately intervened as hotch scowled at her. "We have work tomorrow" "And we had work today" she raised an eyebrow and he nodded slightly, as he always did when he was unenthusiastically approving of something. Emily smiled as little shouts of excitement left JJ's and Penelope's throats. You leaned closer to spencer and whispered "this is not gonna end well", earning a little laugh from him. The same sound that every time made you feel all warm and squishy inside. Like you didn't know what to do with your hands anymore. "well whatever happens I'm here" he bent down to murmur against your ear, his breath tickling you softly "I'll protect you from drunk Emily". You snorted "Then thank god for you dr. Reid" you placed your hand on his chest as you looked up at him through your lashes. You could see his cheeks turning a pinker shade.  Fuck, how you wish you could just give in. "y-yeah" he laughed nervously "a real life-saver". "absolutely" you smiled, taking your hand off of him, and, as you suspected, rendering him able to breathe again.

"you want another drink?" Emily asked you over the music. It had been an hour and you were now scattered all across the bar. Morgan with some girl on the dance floor, where JJ and Penelope were visibly sweating their ass off to the beat of the music, Rossi, Hotch, and Reid still at the table, probably discussing something to do with work, and you and Emily at the bar, taking a break from the dancing. You took a deep breath as you caught your breath "no thanks" you said, "I have to go get something I was promised". Prentiss frowned as You strutted to the table the boys were at. You didn't even let them time to express their confusion before you spoke. "You owe me a dance" you reached your hand out to Spencer "I don't dance y/n" You didn't say anything, just pressured him to take your hand. "and I never said I was going to" he raised an eyebrow "please" you pouted. "Y/n..." his voice was strained as he tilted his head to the side. You liked this visual, him beneath you, all his pretty features completely visible, his hazel eyes perfectly accessible, just like his slightly parted rosey mouth. "Spence..." you mimicked his tone, still pouting. "I'll show you. I promise" you smiled reassuringly. He looked to his colleagues and was met only with encouraging looks. It was public want for him to loosen up a bit, for his own good. "ok but no making fun of me" he said as he took your small hand into his big and powerful one. "you know I will" you bit down a smile as you started walking to the dance floor. There weren’t many people dancing but you still decided to stop at the side of the dance floor, knowing as Spencer didn’t like to feel squished between many people. You glanced to your right, where the mass was, all sweaty and close to each other. There was what was clearly a couple slow dancing right next to you, disregarding the upbeat rhythm of the music, and close to them, two girls were jumping up and down, screaming the music’s lyrics into each other’s ears. You smiled at the picture as you turned to Spencer again. He was nervous. You could see the slightly panicked look in his eyes, the twitch in his mouth as you took his other hand in yours and started swaying to the rhythm, moving his arms with yours. His body was still immobile like a piece of wood, not giving any signs of knowing in the slight what dancing meant. His eyes were fixated on your face, intimidating you a bit. “You’re gonna have to move at one point Spence” you smiled He did the same as he looked at his feet ” I have no idea how to” he said, sounding completely hopeless. So dramatic. “Just listen to the music” you looked for his eyes “It’s easy trust me” “ it’s easy for you” he raised his eyebrows “ it should be even easier for you Mr. IQ of 187” you grinned. His lips twitched into a shy smile “ that doesn’t really help with stuff like this” “So you’re saying I just found something I’m smarter than the wonder boy at? What a confidence boost” you smirked He shook his head “You are smarter than me at many things y/n” Now it was your turn to blush. You laughed softly “I appreciate you lying to me, but we both know that’s not true Spence” you kept moving to the rhythm “But it is” he said honestly “ we wouldn’t know how to do it without you” he glanced behind you ” without your ability to get the suspects to tell you everything” his feet started to mindlessly move with the music “ not to mention all those times you figure a case out in 5 minutes” his hips began to sway slightly. It seemed the only way to get Spencer Reid to dance was to make him forget he was doing it. You smiled as you got closer to him“you’re flattering me, Doctor”  He chuckled “w-well you-you deserve it” “Why thank you” you giggled, and without giving yourself time to think about why you shouldn’t, you untangled your hands from his and brought them up behind his neck. Intertwining them right where his hair started. His arms were frozen by his side and for a moment you regretted what you had just done, he seemed uncomfortable. “I’m sorry is this ok?”  His cheeks were bright red “n-no, I mean yes I-I like it” he stuttered, making you laugh softly. You breathed a sigh of relief before you started moving again, inevitably dragging him with you. “You can touch me too you know?” You eyed his hands and he gulped “o-ok”. He slowly raised them and uncertaintly placed them on your waist. You could feel he wasn’t really holding you, just skimming you shily, but nonetheless a shiver traveled down your spine. You smiled. You liked this feeling, being so close to him you could smell the scent of his clean clothes and his natural fragrance, something you had no idea how to describe.  You continued moving with the music, which had now changed to a slower-paced song, as spencer did the same, slowly loosening up. “You’re getting good at it” “You don’t have to lie” “I’m not” He raised an eyebrow and you smiled guiltily ” maybe just a little bit” “Thought so” You swayed even closer to him while dancing, slowly moving in sync with him. Your eyes left his to glance quickly at the room around you. The purple and white lights flooded the space as everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts or too busy tasting someone else’s mouth. As your eyes toured around the room, Derek caught your eye. He was dancing with a pretty blonde girl, that is, if we can call that dancing, there was a little too much grinding for it to be fitting to your definition. He felt your eyes on him and raised his head from its place on the girl’s shoulder. You already knew what his reaction was gonna be, and you were proven right immediately as the sides of his lips turned up in a much too smug grin, his eyes communicating very clearly - I know I’m right, and so do you- You rolled your eyes in response and he just laughed. “What’s wrong?” Spence said worriedly You shook your head “ nothing, don’t worry” you smiled reassuringly getting closer to him, just to spite morgan, and maybe, just maybe also because you really really wanted to. He stilled momentarily again and you couldn’t help but play with some of the hair a the base of his neck, hoping it was as soothing for him as it was for you. It seemed to work as he started dancing again. The music changed to a more rhythmic tune again, but you didn't feel like dancing to it, you needed fresh air. "You wanna go out a sec?" "Sure" 

You knew going out with only him was only gonna make Derek, just like Emily, who had also suggested your mutual interest in each other before, believe more in their theory, but you didn't care, it's not as if anything was gonna happen. And even if it did, they would never know. Not that it was going to, obviously. "so" you started, leaning on the cold brick wall of the bar, Spencer was in front of you "are you having fun?" A car passed by on the dark road. The only sound besides the low thumps of the music coming from inside. " yes, I really am actually" he smiled " you seem surprised" you noticed He looked at his feet and then at you again "Well, you know, it's just bars aren't really my thing" "right" you nodded "but I like being with you" he said faintly "with-with all of you, I mean" You bit down a grin "I like being with you too" "W-well that's great" "yep" you said "otherwise who can I make fun of for his dancing?" you giggled, making him laugh sarcastically. "you said I wasn't bad" "I did say that" you tilted your head to the side "but you still have a couple of things to learn" "Well, I blame the teacher" You gasped as you punched his shoulder playfully "unbelievable" "I'm kidding" he smiled "you're actually a great teacher" "damn right I am"  He wet his lips as he looked around. "It's nice when no one's here" "yes it is" you agreed, taking in the lightly lit sidewalk, leading up to the park you walked by every day. It's weird how light can make such a difference to your surroundings, able to make a dark street feel unsafe at night, and the spot in front of a bar safe and comforting. maybe it wasn't the light, you thought, maybe it was the company. "What were you talking about with Hotch and Rossi?"  He turned towards the sound of your voice "Oh you know," he winced, regretting what he was about to say "scotch" Your mouth opened in an amused surprise "You?" he sighed "yes me y/n. I know some stuff about alcohol" "but you don't even drink it"  "Yeah, but I read about it" he shrugged "wow" you smiled "You're full of surprises doctor Reid" "thanks?" he said more as a question "It's a compliment" you stepped closer to him, putting your hand on his arm "It's what makes you so interesting" You scrunched your nose "that and the whole genius thing" He laughed softly "well I'm glad" he said "and just so you know, y-you're also very interesting" "oh I know" you spoke "I've been told before, not always as a compliment though"  "I'm sorry" "It's fine. At least I know someone like me now" He smiled, his eyes focusing somewhere on your cheek. "You-You have an eyelash there" "o-oh, where?" He hesitated a moment before bringing his hand to your face and gently picking it off "there" "thanks" you murmured "make a wish" "huh?" you frowned "for the eyelash" "O-oh right"  You hadn't realized until now how close you had gotten. His face was just a few inches from yours and you could feel the warmth of his body so close to yours, not to mention the feeling of his fingers on your face still lingering on your cheek. You closed your eyes, expressing the wish. "Done?" he asked, once you opened them again. He hadn't moved away, much to your relief. "all done" "Then you can blow it away" he said, moving his finger to your mouth, the eyelash still there. You did, blowing gently on his digit, as your eyes were fixated on his, which on the other side, couldn't help but fall to your lips. His adam's apple shifted as he swallowed nervously. He was so beautiful, his brown eyes wide through his long lashes, the strands of his hair on his forehead, and his mouth so damningly inviting. He was even more handsome this up close. You weren't in control anymore as you automatically leaned closer, while he did the same. You could almost feel his lips on yours, those pinkish, tortured beautiful lips were about to meet yours when the bar door opened. You both took a step back. fuck. "Oh hey guys Rossi is offering another round!" Emily's voice felt distant in your ears, as if those few feet separating you were actually miles. You looked at Spencer. His eyes were fixated somewhere behind you, panic clear in them, and then turned to Emily, forcing a smile.  "great, we'll be right in" you said unconvincingly. "All right, just don't wait too long before he changes his mind" she joked before going back in. The street looked darker now, lonelier. "Spence" you tried reaching for him before stopping yourself, remembering where that led to just moments ago. "Spence we're drunk- It was just-" "I have to go" he interrupted your blabbering "but-" "I'm sorry I-" he glanced at you, and your heart sunk in your chest at the look in his eyes, the same ones that were so full before, now seemingly so empty. "I have to go" he said, before turning and walking away, leaving you alone, in the dark night, without a light to hold on to. You had really fucked up, you thought as you stood there sole, mouth still open as the unsaid words you hadn't spoken died on your tongue. Fuck. You looked at your watch. In only ten minutes, you had managed to fuck everything up. Just perfect.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid fancfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #smut #fluff #angst #fanfiction #dr spencer reid #emily prentiss #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #penelope gracia #dave rossi

[bracketsoffear]

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham (Hannibal) "Hannibal Lecter spends the entirety manipulating the entire plot of the show, from the very first episode to the very last seconds of the show. From the moment he first meets Will in season 1, he realizes he will be the person to find him out as the serial killer the Chesapeake Ripper; so, taking advantage Will’s autoimmune encephalitis, he frames Will for his crimes by inducing seizures and lost time to plant evidence on Will’s person and in his home.

He has the entire FBI convinced of this plot, going so far as to convince them Will is insane- then, when he decides he misses Will, he organizes the killing of the judge and bailiff to get Will released. He spends the rest of the season dating Alana Bloom to use her as his alibi for the killings and hosting dinner parties to get rid of the evidence, often feeding it to the FBI themselves, and tempting Will to get emotionally closer to him. This is about the point in which Will and Hannibal begin working in tandem- as, parallel to this, Will has spent his time in prison acting emotionally vulnerable to draw Hannibal in so he could exact his revenge upon him for what he’s done to Will. When he’s released, he goes to great lengths to exactly fit Hannibal’s ‘idea’ of Will while collaborating with the FBI to get Lecter caught. In season 3, after Will attempts to remove Hannibal from his life, Hannibal surrenders himself to the FBI so that Will would always know where to find him. From prison, Hannibal manipulates a serial killer through phone calls to attempt to kill Will’s wife and son, and Will organizes for another character to get kidnapped and tortured by the serial killer through hiding hints in a news article, all to draw the killer’s attention to him so he can attempt to collaborate with him to release Hannibal from prison. Will shortly draws the serial killer to attack Hannibal and Will’s car during a staged prison transport to free Hannibal, and they escape from the FBI together."

The SQUIP (Be More Chill) "The SQUIP is a tiny supercomputer who helps its host become more socially aware. Problem is, as a computer, it has no regards for its host's actual feelings and relationships and finds individuality threatening to its goal of making its host popular. In the musical, the SQUIP becomes increasingly controlling and abusive. In “Upgrade,” it convinces Jeremy that he must do exactly as it tells him to get Christine by throwing away his old life and relationships, starting with literally blocking out his best friend Michael. At the Halloween Party, the SQUIP puppets Jeremy’s body to prevent him from leaving or resisting when Chloe drunkenly tries to have sex with him, then Rich burns down the house to try and stop the SQUIP while it tortures him. The SQUIP eventually tries to brainwash everybody in school, then on the planet, to become happy, mindless drones all connected through a "social network." It explains its motivations in “The Pitiful Children,” saying “Their operating system's obsolete / So let's complete the chains / And get inside those brains / Let's save the pitiful children.” The SQUIP is a quantum supercomputer, so it's frighteningly good at engineering favorable outcomes for itself. Just for starters, it gets Jeremy and Brooke together by having Jeremy first spark her interest through calculated praise, then accurately predicting (and possibly causing) the death of Eminem and manipulating Jeremy into convincing Brooke that he's a big Eminem fan so that she will try to comfort him, culminating in them making out behind the school. Had it not been for Michael and his obsession with 90s memorabilia, the SQUIP would have enslaved the entire school, and eventually the whole world, almost effortlessly. It has no consideration or care for Jeremy's emotions, or mental health, or that of those around him, and no qualms about causing horrible pain and stripping the students of their free-will. The end of the show implies it's not truly gone, just unable to outright control Jeremy anymore — which fits, given that it's a metaphor for societal pressure to fit in."

#web poll #the magnus archives #the web #poll #hannibal #be more chill

[kaivenom]

My favourite book came to life?

Summary: you went with your brother's to solve a case but when you get there you start to realize similarities with the murders and witnesses with your favourite book.

Pairing: Gabriel x Winchester!reader

Warnings: none, murder scenes? but not explicit written

Masterlist

Finally the ride ended, you loved your brothers but being on a car with them for eight hours was suffocating sometimes. You closed your favourite book, the ride let you read it once again.

You checked in on the motel and create your covers, this time you were a FBI rookie again, you are always the rookie because you are the younger.

You three spent all the morning asking witnesses and seeing the murder scenarios. Something about the settings was strange, more strange than a creature killing people , this procedure sounds familiar to you somehow.

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Two days passed since you got on the town and two new murders occured. Officially the assasin it's someonw who read your favourite book.

"I tell you guys, maybe it's a normal serial killer who it's a nerd for this book."

"I think we should be here one more day to check the theory."

That afternoon you visited the new witness, she opened the door dressed like a character from the book and refused to be called by her real name.

"Officially it's a monster, she is completely brain-washed."

"How can we talk to her? Use your book knowledge."

After one hour you convinced her to speak to you about it, you told her you were the inspector from the book and she started to open up.

You said goodbye to the woman and left the house, before getting into the impala, your Dean picked some candy wrapping from the floor.

"Son of a bitch."

"It's the trickster."

"Who?" you repplied confused.

"It's someone we dealed with twice, he is a total pain in the ass," by his faced you could see that he is, "he can alter the reality and change his appareance, all of this it's his game."

"Maybe the only way to get out it's follow it, back there i was the inspectorfrom the book, and this morning the witnesses weren't brain washed, his game its escalating, we need to adapt."

"And for what porpuse?"

"Reveal the mistery and capture the assain." you said quoting the protagonist of the novel."

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Your strategy worked, you advanced a lot on the case, you almost got him. It was raining outside but you needed to clear your mind, just like the inspector you think, so you got outside and leaning against the motel wall under a shelter from the rain.

You noticed someone with a coat and a black umbrella, just like the final witness of the book, the one who gives the final hint to get the killer.

He got to your side and hand you a letter, you couldn't recognize his face from the town but that doesn't matter. You run to your brothers to give them the information. The chart talked about the police officer and his name, just like the book.

You three went fast to the police man's house to get him in hopes that the game ends and find the trickster. The man was in fact in his house and you arrested him because he was human but no trace of the supernatural one.

"So, we were wrong?" Dean was starting to get frustated.

"No, the trickster it's on town, how else can the victims have that personalities..." while they continue to argue you realized somethin.

"Shut up, i think the letter it's an anagram."

Half and hour and you were going to the location on the chart, a storage outside the village. When you entered you found the man who gave you letter.

"It was you, you killed those people," you are not able to hide the rage of having been fooled by that man, creature.

"I didn't kill them, the officer killed them and i didn't care but then i read this book," he showed to you like it was a comercial, "and thought about taking the opportunity to try some new ideas."

"Disgusting."

"I made it obvious for your brothers to come but i didn't thought about you gorgeous," he started to get close to you, "how are you related to them?"

"Hey, relax with our sister, mate."

"But at first they where just settings, later they started to be characters, why?" you asked, trying to ignore your brothers's attack of protectivity.

"Because i saw you and i was intrigued. You read the book and you found the similiarities but you needed a little hint, i supposed you would love a litte roleplay."

"I like it, not the killing humans part but the yes."

"Are you guys really flirting at this moment?"

"Perhaps we can meet again some other time."

"If there are no murders yet."

"I will have that on mind." he smiled playfully and blew you a kiss from the air before snapping his fingers and dissapearing.

"Son of a bitch, he escaped again, if you weren't flirting with him..."Dean almost screamed at your ear.

"Sorry okay? i didn't know he can do that, you should thell me more about him the next time."

"Oh no, we are not going to talk about him, we don't want you to date him, seeing how you two were right there."

Sam only laughed a little behind you and you three made your way to the impala. When you sat on the backseat and oppened your book, there was a paper with some numbers, a phone number. Smart and pretty Trickster.

#spn #spn imagine #spn x reader #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural imagine #dean winchester #sam winchester #gabriel #gabriel imagine #gabriel x reader #spn gabriel #spn gabriel x reader #spn gabriel imagine #trickster #trickster imagine #trickster x reader

[buddiebeginz]

I hate listening to Paddy tell Rhona about everything that happened with Rob. I get that Paddy is telling things from his perspective and couldn't have possibly understood how Rob was feeling at the time all that stuff was going down but he also makes it seem like Rob is evil incarnate and that he (Paddy) is nothing like that. Nevermind the fact that Paddy was having an affair (with his son's teacher no less) while simultaneously planning an adoption with his wife. Nevermind the fact that Paddy threatened Tess multiple times.

I hate that Paddy acts like Rob would have ever hurt Rhona and Leo when there's no proof he would. Rob would never hurt a kid and he'd never go after someone who did nothing to him like Rhona. I'm never going to say that Rob threatening them was okay it was one of his lowest moments but at the same time Paddy kept backing him into a corner and he was scared of being outed. He was saying whatever he thought would scare Paddy off.

Paddy also tells Rhona that if he hadn't gone to the lodge to find Aaron that Rob would have killed him but I don't believe that for one second. Rob spent most of his time at the lodge crying and telling Aaron he loved him he wasn't there to kill him. Plus if Rob wanted to kill Aaron he would have when Aaron was passed out or when he first brought the gun back. The only reason he even brought the gun in the first place was as a means to threaten Aaron. He also wasn't thinking clearly at all as he'd pretty much had a breakdown after finding out Aaron betrayed him by trying to record him talking about Katie. Paddy just wanted to make himself out to be the hero when him barging in on the lodge unannounced actually just made things even worse than they already were.

Back to Katie though I will say this for the rest of time I HATE when people say Rob killed Katie (like Paddy did when he told Rhona). Katie's death was an accident. Rob was angry and he pushed her to try and stop her from outing him. He was 100% wrong for that and also for how he dealt with things in the aftermath (Aaron too). But her death was an accident. It wasn't even like he pushed her off a balcony or something where you'd have reasonable expectation that someone could die. He pushed her backwards but he had no way of knowing the floor would give out and kill her and you can tell by his immediate reaction afterwards.

I know I've talked about the Katie thing on numerous posts I just hate that Rob gets branded as some cold blooded killer for that when that's not how it was. Anyway Paddy has always been one of my least favorite characters on the show. I know he's been on the show for a long long time but I can't stand him, most especially because of his hypocrisy and how he will so often judge everyone else's actions but never take a look at anything he's done. Not dissimilar to Chas in that way.

#robron #robert sugden #rr022416 #rr* #emmerdale rewatch

[thewickerking]

hey. what?

well. For context everyone im assuming this ask is referring to this post and my tags below

im assuming because of the. The.

Many. Prev tags on it lmao but anyways here's more context. ill try to keep specific elements vague cause i don't want to doxx my grandma and by extension myself. But yeah let's go

my grandma (maternal) ran away from home in her teens (not sure the exact year/age but 70s ish) to join the circus and worked there for an amount of time doing ticket sales and miscellaneous jobs that aren't performance based

she met a guy also working there and they dated. this guy joined a satanic cult after joining the circus (? I think. Mightve been the other way around) and performed ritualistic sacrifice within the cult/with his murder victims. he was not in charge of the cult but was an active member and serial killer across around 4 states, maybe more (evidence was found for about 4 states iirc)

anyways he got caught for evidence of multiple murders but confessed to upwards of 20 (they couldn't find evidence of this so its unclear if he was exaggerating or if there simply wasn't enough irrefutable evidence) and went to prison while my grandma was pregnant and she was also arrested as an accomplice and had her kid in prison. She was 18 at the time. Idk how long she spent in prison but it was long enough to have her son taken away

her son (first of her four children, was my oldest uncle on my moms side) has adopted parents who changed his first and last name and didn't let him know about his biological parents (and were also extremely abusive) and so my mother and her siblings and her mom did unsuccessful research to find him over the years and he found our family a few years before he turned 30 (my moms ten years younger than him btw) and we've been in contact since and he was my personal favorite of my moms siblings

Oh also the serial killer got sentenced to life without parole and is currently on death row. My uncle died last year from unrelated circumstance (I posted about it some last year if anyone remembers) and my mom adopted 2 of 3 of his kids (3rd was a legal adult already) and then they got kidnapped and their kidnappers won the custody battle against my mom so. Yeah

Oh also worth noting my mom is the youngest of the four. my grandma had four kids with different men so im not related to the serial killer but he is in my family tree? Anyways yeah different fathers. My grandma remembers the serial killer and my moms father (my abuelito ♡ love him) but doesn't remember the fathers of the middle children (my aunt and uncle). So they're my moms half siblings technically and nobody knows if the middle children have other half siblings on their dads' sides 🤷‍♂️ but my mom has a half sister on her dad's side! She's 2 years younger than me bc my abuelito got married to his ex wife later in life but they're not together anymore (?) Not sure. They broke up idk if they legally divorced but they live in different countries and don't talk to each other. So.

Id love to meet her someday! But I don't know if thats feasible. She lives in Mexico and only speaks spanish so it would certainly be difficult. But I want to.... she almost immigrated to the United States like. 6 years ago?? My mom paid for documents to be legally translated and stuff but stuff happened and it didn't go through.she also tried to kill her mom once. But she's doing better. That's all a long story. We have a picture of her in our house from when she was little!

Ok thats very tangent-y. I have a lot of family stories. But also if anyone was curious this post below was also about my maternal grandmother

shes a white woman who likes to weaponise having "friends" in nepal when people are mean to her. She's a character. if ppl are curious abt any of this i will answer btw i love talking abt my family they're deranged

#id in alt text #asks #anonymous #cult mention #death mention #<- ask to tag further im not sure whats best for this

[mythicalmisery]

Detective AU Pt. 1 : GhostxSoap

Soap wanted to scream. Three hours into overtime and they still hadn’t come up with anything damning. Precinct 141 was assigned The Gravedigger case only a month ago but the constant berating from the press had the higher-ups putting immense pressure on them to crack the case. The bastard just had to choose their district as his dumping grounds. Ten bodies in three months. The killer was precise, intelligent, and damn near aggravating.

For weeks, he and his partner, Ghost, had been tirelessly working past hours, pouring over evidence, following leads, and interviewing witnesses. But every piece of information seemed to lead them down a dead end. The two detectives found themselves once again alone in the dimly lit precinct late at night, surrounded by a sea of files and evidence boards. Exhaustion had etched lines on their faces. Soap’s diet had steadily consisted of just coffee and energy drinks the past few days.

Soap ran a hand through his unruly and grown-out mohawk, frustration evident in the way his fingers clenched. "We're missing something, Ghost," he muttered, his voice edged with ire. "There has to be a connection we're not seeing.”

Ghost nodded in agreement, his brown eyes fixed on the evidence board. His unreadable expression a stark contrast to Soap's visible weariness. “Aye, it's like the bastard is always one step ahead of us,” he grunted out.

Soap huffed as he took in his partner's words. He ran his hands down his face, scratching along his grown-out 5 o’clock shadow. God, he needed a shower and a shave. He just wanted to solve the case and get some fucking rest for once. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a shag or went out with friends. All his free time was spent in this god-forsaken building. 

Soap decided to go over the surveillance videos for the tenth time, trying to find something he might have missed before. His frustration quickly transformed into a false sense of determination. He caught himself glancing over at his partner every few minutes. The man's brows were furrowed in concentration as he looked over some forensic papers. He had his pen resting between his lips, slightly chewing on the cap. Soap couldn’t tear his eyes away from the other's mouth. His tongue darted out every once in a while to push the cap back into place. 

The action had heat crawling up his neck and dusting his cheeks a nice pink as he thought of that tongue wrapped ar— NO. Snap out of it Soap, he scolded himself. He felt like a bloody teenager again with his out of control hormones. God, had it really been that long since he got laid?

There was something about Ghost that had always captivated him – his intensity, his unwavering focus, the way he carried himself. The vast plains of pure muscle that made up the man may have also played a factor. Soap had kept his feelings in check, buried beneath layers of professionalism and camaraderie. But as the warring feelings of frustration and exhaustion settled in, his resolve began to crack. He desperately needed a release. 

Ghost glanced up, catching Soap's intense gaze. "You okay, Soap?”

Fuck. Soap’s heart skipped a beat, and he nodded, his voice slightly unsteady. "Yeah, just… tired.”

Ghost offered a small, understanding smile. "We'll figure this out and catch the son of a bitch, we always do… I’m gonna grab another coffee, I’d offer you some but I think you need cut off mate,” he quipped as he stood up from his desk.

“Yer probably right about that” Soap muttered back, focusing entirely on the other man's ass as it walked away from him. The way his black pants sinfully hugged his thighs should be illegal. What the hell am I doing? He shook his head and rolled his shoulders, scolding himself for looking at his partner like a piece of meat. 

“You need some bloody help mate” he mumbled to himself with a heavy sigh. 

“What was that?” Ghost questioned as he sat down in his chair with the fresh cup of coffee in hand.

Shit. 

“Nothing mate, just mumbling to myself. Guess the sleep deprivation is finally catching up to me,” he huffed out in a poor attempt to try and save his ass. 

Ghost simply nodded and took a sip of his coffee, a drop running down his pale chin. He absentmindedly took his thumb and slid it across the area to catch the drop, sliding the appendage into his mouth and sucking off the liquid. Soap's brain short-circuited. The only sign he was still alive was the blood rushing into his lower region and the twitch in his pants. Fuck it. He was gonna see how far he could push Ghost, worst-case scenario he gets knocked out. Maybe then he could catch up on some much needed sleep. 

"Hey, Ghost," Soap said, his words coming out in a rush. 

Ghost looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. “Yeah?"

Soap hesitated for a moment, his heart racing. “You seeing anybody at the moment?”

Ghost raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Now why would that interest you, Johnny?”

Soap tried his best to suppress the shiver that wracked his body at the way his name sounded in that gravelly, low voice. His lips quirked into a mischievous grin. “Just curious is all, you never mentioned having to get back to anyone all these late nights,” Soap gradually pointed out as he rounded the corner of their conjoined desks. Now standing in front of the evidence board with his arms crossed and back to his partner. 

“Yeah, I guess not. Maybe that makes you the closest thing to me seeing anyone at the moment,” he teased.

He couldn’t see the ever-returning blush now encompassing his partner's face at the joke. “Aye, if only you were to be so lucky ya bastard,” Soap managed to get out, feigning offense. 

“I truly would be lucky, wouldn’t I?” Ghost said. 

Soap turned around at that, not quite sure he heard the man correctly. “W-What?”

Ghost stood up from his seat slowly, crowding the other man as he leaned into his space. His eyes never leaving his. “That’s what you want to hear right? Why else the sudden curiosity if I was seeing anyone?” The man responded without an ounce of that teasing tone from before.

“I - I…” Soap spluttered. His mind not able to function in the moment. 

“Don’t get coy on me now detective. Tell me why it would matter if I was single or not. Go on, be a good lad,” the man rasped out. Soap hadn’t realized that during this whole interaction, he had been subconsciously inching closer to the wall. He was trapped. 

Soap cleared his throat, his voice a little husky. "Ghost, I…” his gaze flicked up to the man standing before him. Oh yeah, he was about to die.

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding against his ribcage. "I... I like you, Ghost. More than just a partner. More than just a friend." Soap's voice trembled slightly, but he held Ghost's gaze, his heart laid bare.

Ghost's response was a silence that stretched on for what felt like an eternity. Soap's heart sank, his confession hanging in the air like a fragile thread. His eyes closed, bracing for the inevitable punch he was sure to receive. 

Then, without warning, Ghost moved. In an instant, Soap found himself pressed against the wall, Ghost's lips crashing down on his own. The kiss was fierce and messy, a collision of pent-up emotions that had been building between them. Soap's heart raced as his hands found their way to Ghost's broad shoulders, fingers gripping onto the fabric of his shirt.

For the sake of oxygen, they finally pulled away. Ghost's eyes were blazing, his expression a mixture of heat and pure hunger. Soap felt like he was about to collapse, but he held Ghost's gaze, his apprehension tempered by desperate need. Did that actually just happen?

"I've been waiting for you to say that," Ghost admitted, his voice rough and slightly winded after the lack of air. He leaned his head down into Soap's neck, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Now, what do you want me to do about that?” he whispered. 

Soap's breath hitched as his mind went blank at the statement. Only one thing pushing through the dying embers of conscious thought. 

“I want you to fuck me, Ghost.”

Pt. 2

#part 2 coming soon #ghostsoap #ghostxsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #detective au #hidden feelings #my writing

[weirdmorefics]

Hi can you do a male reader bridgerton I imagine him probably younger than Benedict and he has a limp due to an accident that happened when he was a kid causing him to use pain killers (almost like gregory house but without the attitude) thats the basics and anything else you can play around with to shape the story how you want I'd imagine a little angst or a lot both work

A/N- Thank you for the request. I hope you like it! I have a lot of experience with health issues, so I like to think this is pretty accurate. 

Warning- Painkillers, vomiting, and sleep deprivation

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 866

Summary- Reader gets a stomach bug and can not hold down his medicine so he experiences withdrawals. Embarrassed about his symptoms he hides them from his family.

We Are Stronger As A Family

I spent the majority of the day getting ready and going to a ball, that I did not want to go to. I reminded myself of what Eloise said if she has to go have to go. 

I smooth out my vest and curse the person who invented staircases in my mind as I slowly ascend the stairs to the ballroom with my cane in hand. 

As I enter the ballroom I am immediately greeted by Eloise. “Thank goodness you came! I thought I was going to have to find a way how to sneak out of here all by myself,” she sighs in relief.

I laugh at Eloise’s antics when Daphne rushes over to me.

Daphne grabs my arm begging me to distract Anthony. He was chasing all her suitors away and she knows I am Anthony’s favorite brother. I shake my head at the last comment but I spend the whole night distracting Anthony.

At the end of the night, Daphne showers me with thank yous in the carriage but I am utterly exhausted. I had to fight to stay awake the whole ride home. I stumbled out of the carriage and quickly got to my room. I was too tired to change so I threw myself into bed and fell asleep almost immediately. 

 I am not sure what time I woke up but the windows were pitch black. I was sweating buckets but I was freezing at the same time. A wave of nausea quickly washed over me causing me to nearly fall out of my bed. I grabbed my cane and rushed to the bathroom. I spent the rest of the night vomiting food and bile. 

I was still sitting in the bathroom when I heard a knock on the door. It was followed by Daphne’s voice “Y/N are coming to promenade with us? I know last night was rough on you so Mother says you do not have to come.”

I debated on telling Daphne how truly ill I am but I did not want to worry the family. They get so nervous about illness since Father passed.

“I am going to have to miss this one but do not worry I am only a little sore,” I respond through the door. I am truly glad she cannot see my face right now because it would immediately betray what I said.

The family was out all day I assume they went to another ball after promenading. I spent the whole day puking my guts out. I think all my siblings thought I was already asleep and went to bed once they got home.

I spent the whole night getting sick and I think the dehydration and medicine withdrawal was getting to me. I could not stop shivering, think straight, and the pain in my leg was unbearable. I finally knew I needed help but I wasn’t sure if I waited too long.

I pulled myself up from the floor using the counter. The minute I stood up black spots appeared in my vision and I fell to the floor.

I woke up in bed with a pounding headache I went to sit up and was pushed back down.

Eloise shouted “He’s up! He’s up!”

Suddenly the whole family is rushing into the room all with smiles and tears on their face.

Mom bends down and holds my face “My son don’t you ever do that to me again.” She said sternly but raps me in the tightest hug known to man after.

Eloise looks like she is about to slap me “If you ever pull something like this again I will kill you! You are my big brother and you are supposed to go to all these stupid balls and ward off my suitors!”

I frown at how worried I have made my family. I did the exact thing I was trying not to do.

Daphne sits next to me on the bed “Why did you not just tell me you were sick we would have called the doctor much sooner. You know you have to keep the medicine in or you will fall ill.” 

“I am sorry... I just did not want to make you worry.” I mumble

“Yeah well, you sure did a fine job at that,” Anthony says crossing his arms.

I see out of the corner of my eye that Colin elbowed Anthony forcefully which of course caused Anthony to glare back. 

Benedict puts his hand on my shoulder “Come on give the poor boy a break Anthony. You know what it is like to want to be strong for the family even though I think that is ridiculous.”

Anthony rolls his eyes “ And why would you think that why?”

Benedict crosses his arms “I personally think we are stronger as a family.”

Eloise and Hyacinth gag at this statement causing me to laugh.

Benedict gestures “See we can even make each other laugh in a terrible situation. That is why next time you feel sick you will tell us. Isn’t that right Y/N?”

I nod embarrassed by my family’s love but I can most certainly say I would never trade my family for the world. 

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[softpine]

Two things: (1) would love some behind the scenes thoughts on your most recent post, especially regarding the background convo Elaine is having (her reactions aren't shown and I just feel like she could be so helpful in piecing some things together/formulating theories) and (2) I'm especially curious about Finn's book selection. What was your thought process when you picked them? Which are his favorites and why? Do some of the themes of the stories, symbols, lessons, or characters line up with Frozen Pines or specifically Finn's arc in general? I love pretty much every single book in Finn's stack and my brain has been going wild all day analyzing them lmao!

thanks for asking!! so originally i did include elaine's dialogue too, but i found it really wasn't necessary and i was able to include more hints by cutting out all the transitions between each piece of information. the thing i found interesting is how lucy is reluctant to speak to them about who finn was as a person, because that's where the majority of her guilt lies. asa and elaine are certainly not the only people who've asked her to talk about her son, and she must know how bad it sounds that she can't name more than 1 thing about him. it clearly causes her a lot of distress. so when asa leaves the room, elaine doesn't bother asking her more questions about griffin -- she gets right down to business, talking about the case, not the person. and lucy opens up to her immediately, because this is easier to detach from. she feels secure in the knowledge that she did everything she could after finn went missing; she has no guilt over that. here's a full breakdown of everything she was saying:

(… why I called my sister first — ’cause that’s where he would’a gone! I never thought something bad happened to him, just thought he ran off …) the first question elaine asked is "why did you wait so long to call the police?". finn ran away from the camp site in the evening, and no one noticed until the next morning, when everyone sobered up. lucy & richard didn't call the police for many hours, instead choosing to look for him themselves. lucy called her sister first, because she thought that would be the first place finn would run away to. when her sister told her she didn't know anything about finn coming to stay with her, then lucy called the police. by then they'd already lost a whole day of potential evidence.

(... come to find out, the only thing they took prints off was the cigarettes. Now tell me how that makes any sense, that a killer would stop to smoke Griffin’s own damn cigarettes? They never found ...) finn didn't smoke, but he did carry a pack of cigarettes in his back pocket at all times; mostly to look older. when his body was found, the cigarettes were also found, alongside a bunch of broken glass from a beer bottle. the police never took fingerprints from the bottle shards, only the cigarettes. this is ridiculous to lucy, and elaine agrees. the killer never would've touched the cigarettes. they used the bottle as a weapon, so if ever a fingerprint was going to be found, it would've been found there. but now we'll never know.

(... cousin was never the same. She got herself institutionalized, you know. She said she could see Griffin, hear him talkin’ to … ) this one is a deep cut lol. lucy's sister has a daughter, liz, who finn was pretty close to despite them living so far away. after he died, he spent most of his time following liz around, trying to talk to her. she couldn't see/hear him at first, but slowly she began to recognize his presence. she was terrified. eventually she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital, where she was prescribed heavy antipsychotics. at the same time, finn decided to leave her alone because he didn't want to scare her, so she falsely assumes she was hallucinating the whole time due to grief. this is when finn got so lonely & sad he basically hibernated for a few decades.

(... damn cruel, that’s what it was. They had no right to tell me that way. No right. Treatin’ me like a murderer ...) finn was missing for 2 weeks before his body was found. the police have long suspected finn's parents are the ones who killed him. as a way to get them to "crack" they decided to inform them finn was found dead while they were in the middle of a televised interview, so everyone would see their reactions. ever since, people have judged lucy & richard for how they went completely stone cold and "showed no emotion". elaine is angry on her behalf too, because there's no possible "good" way to react to that information. it was always meant to be a trap.

(... always getting himself into trouble. He used to be such a good kid, and then, well, I don’t know ...) elaine had to bite her tongue at this part. lucy is basically saying she doesn't understand why finn started getting in trouble at school, stealing things/money, fighting back against his parents (to some extent). she still doesn't understand the gravity of the abuse she played a part in. like no shit he started acting different after his most formative years were spent in survival mode 🙄

(... ’bout two months before our old friend Chris killed himself, cops brought him in again. Yellin’ at him. Telling him they had all this evidence they don’t got. He was …) she's talking about chris porter, steven's dad. the guy who jada saw a vision of and who asa sees in spirit form every night. steven also wondered if his dad might have killed finn. when steven himself was about to die and was briefly able to talk to finn, he said: "[Chris] came home late that night drunk out of his mind, and his shoes, his pants, everything was soaked. I know they were, 'cause he threw a shoe at me and I had to clean up the mud. And he was different after that. I never saw him smile, never again. When the cops finally came 'round, I lied and said he was home all night. He was my dad, what was I supposed to say?". but lucy clearly doesn't believe chris did it. elaine remembers hearing about chris' death (it's not every day someone decapitates themselves on the train tracks) so she was more curious about what evidence they claimed to have gathered on him. she's not sure she believes it was ALL a bluff on the police's part, but she doesn't say that to lucy.

sorry that was so long omfg but to answer your question about the books: i think the prevailing theme is mostly "books a 10, 11, 12 year old shouldn't be reading yet" -- not because i think pre-teens can't handle these types of themes, more so because i wish no kid could relate to them yet. these themes include forming concepts of morality and justice, feeling ostracized from society, lacking control over your own life, complicated family dynamics, loss of innocence, and of course, abuse. there are moments in finn's journal entries where he sounds exactly how old he's supposed to be, but mostly he just sounds so much older and more exhausted than he should be. he couldn't relate to most kids his own age, let alone books meant for his age range. instead, he took solace in horror and mystery novels because of these themes. stephen king is clearly his favorite; he has almost every book of his written before 1982. he also has a TON of books that were later turned into movies (some he was able to watch, some came out too late). i can't even list them, there's so many. he loved comparing film adaptations to the original work and he was a big fan of movies in general. the really sad thing is he writes about wanting to see blade runner and that he's going to read the book that inspired it first (do androids dream of electric sheep? is actually in his stack of books) but blade runner came out just a few months after finn died, so he never got to see it :(

oh and i also was going to scan my own copy of the outsiders and create some annotations that finn would've written (which is why lucy mentioned him writing in the margins in the last post). because the outsiders was my favorite book that i read when i was around finn's age and i can seriously quote it cover to cover, so i had plenty of ideas about how finn would've reacted to it. but i decided it just wasn't necessary after all those journal entries. maybe i'll still do it for fun someday lmao

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[icanbeyourgenie]

“ Did one of you discover anything at all about the Backwater? ” – Morgana to Aeron and Yasmeen

Aeron arrived last at the little meeting, and he could already tell his fun night out was compromised. Morgana was obviously seething. Such a shame, he was already pre-drunk for the party he organized.

They were not alone in the room. Euphemia was on the side, with an annoyed look that didn't leave her since Aeron and Calypso's wedding. Rhys put an arm over her shoulder and she made no effort to hide her disgusted face - he's been courting her ever since her engagement to Aeron was called off. Aldris was stoic next to them, looking every bit the sociopathic serial killer he was. Xanthe paid them no mind, scrabbling something on a page like the whole room was empty.

It was only when Aeron noticed Syrus that he lightened up a bit. His uncle was practically laid out on a chair, smirking at him, like they shared a private joke. Like he found Morgana's temper as laugh-worthy as him. Aeron repressed a smile. Despite his uncle laid out posture, he radiated power all the same. And so did the high queen. So the golden son straightened up and looked at her.

But she wasn't looking at him. Her ire gaze was directed at Yasmeen. Aeron suddenly realized how she was the only human there. He had a tendency to forget it. That girl had never looked fragile or weak to him, like all humans were. But here, in this room, he suddenly remembered her mortality. And if she did too, she didn't show it one bit.

❝I know about princess Calypso's interests.❞ Yasmeen spoke, voice clear. ❝Her hobbies, her favorite food, items. Nothing of interest to you, my queen.❞

Morgana relaxed a second at this mention of respect, and Aeron couldn't help but find this childish. ❝No, indeed. I was beginning to think that wasting your abilities on Calypso was a mistake on my part. But I heard that a few nights ago, the prince Malachai asked you to come to his chamber.❞

❝He did, your Majesty.❞

Euphemia chimed in. ❝And? What happened?❞

Aeron almost rolled his eyes at his cousin's ignorance. Yasmeen didn't react. She knew that answering Euphemia's questions while Morgana was directly talking to her would be considered disrespectful. Besides, it was a stupid question.

❝I assume that if you learned anything valuable, you would have reported to me immediately?❞ Morgana threatened, more than asked.

❝Yes, your Majesty.❞

❝Good. Because it doesn't align with me how my most skilled spy have found no valuable information about the enemy after two months in their constant presence.❞ Morgana grabbed Yasmeen's chin threateningly. ❝One might wonder where said-spy's loyalty lies.❞

This is when Aeron decided to speak. He didn't know why. ❝I've spent months trying to gather informations out of Calypso. I don't think she has extensive knowledge of her father's moves.❞

Morgana finally diverted her attention away from Yasmeen, back to her favorite son. But Syrus spoke first. ❝But his first son and general of his army will. Our lovely changeling here caught his attention. Now she simply has to keep seducing him and all the informations will be ours.❞

A part of Aeron wanted to argue that Yasmeen had shown she had other means to get information rather than sex. Another part wanted to argue that he believed Malachai to be less stupid than that. But instead he just said: ❝Let's all clarify why I was forced to get married to the daughter of Triton if we're still talking about a war, shall we?❞

❝I told you,❞ Xanthe answered, and Aeron was surprised to see that he actually listened. ❝We're just buying time.❞

❝And you could help if you spent a little more time with your wife gaining her trust instead of... whatever the hell it is you're doing.❞ This time Aldris spoke - the one person in this room Aeron disliked more than Rhysand.

❝My wife is happier away from me, and it works both ways.❞

Morgana came closer to him - Yasmeen forgotten, the girl was as silent as the dead. Morgana cupped his face in a more gentle way. ❝But ruling a kingdom isn't about being happy, my son. It's about doing what you have to do.❞

Rhys immediately stood up. ❝He doesn't understand this, mother. But I do.❞

Aeron rolled his eyes shamelessly. What a sucker his brother was.

❝So if I recap, Yasmeen and I are expected to slut our ways into getting informations for your awaited war. Is that what I'm supposed to get from this little meeting?❞

Syrus chuckled at his impertinence. Aeron knew that no one else in this room would have gotten away with that kind of answer. He had privileges on that part. ❝That's pretty much it, yes.❞ His uncle said almost fondly.

❝Then Xanthe should join us too. After all, he had Nathaniel in his bed like what... six ? seven times?❞ Xanthe looked at him with an unreadable expression. But Morgana cut before he could reply.

❝Xanthe will do his part to help the family and so will you. I hope I am making myself clear. Now, Yasmeen, escort my son back to his chambers. His wife awaits him.❞

Aeron didn't say a thing as he followed Yasmeen. It's not like he had any real agency here, and neither did she.

❝You must truly hate us all.❞

❝I love my queen, and I am loyal to her.❞ She answered with a placid voice that made him smirk.

❝Lies are so fascinating. You have always been a great liar. Maybe this is why you told the best stories.❞

❝I didn't know you liked to dwell on memories.❞

❝I don't. But I'm rather drunk, even if it doesn't show-❞

❝It does.❞

❝Ouch. Okay.❞

They walked in silence for a while until Aeron grabbed her wrist to stop them. She immediately grabbed one of her knives.

❝I know Calypso is nice to you. But no one is worth losing your head over. She'd betray you in an instant if her father asked it of her.❞

❝You don't know her.❞

❝It doesn't matter. Everyone is like that, no matter how nice. Sooner or later, they'll turn on you. You should know that.❞

❝I do.❞ She answered coldly while retracting her hand. ❝There's nothing to betray. I didn't lie. Now, if you'll excuse me, we reached our destination and I have other places to be.❞

Aeron frowned when he realized they were not in front of his marital chambers, but his old ones, that he still used. ❝I think my mother intended for you to escort me to Calypso.❞

❝Then she should've been clearer. I'm only human after all. Besides, the princess deserves better than your drunk company.❞

He laughed while her gaze remained icy. ❝You like her too much. It'll get you killed.❞

❝Your Highness is ever so kind to worry about me.❞ The sarcasm was now clear in her voice. She opened the door. ❝After you.❞

Aeron sighed and entered the room. He opened his mouth to say something but she had already closed the door. He knew that if he were to open it, Yasmeen would already be long gone. So instead he just fell on his bed, trying to find every possible ways to get out of the castle and back on his ship as soon as possible, until the moment sleep claimed him.

#idk what this is but i was inspired by the ask and wanted to write it #I didn't know how to end it #but I really wanted to write about the insides of the faes dynamic #the 'Le Fey' family and Yasmeen's role in all that #they're truly game of thrones material in my head #aeron le fey #yasmeen #aeron writing prompt #yasmeen writing prompt #writing prompt #likeafairytale

[ejzah]

An Error in Judgment, Part 5

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“Sam, I swear it’s fine,” Deeks sighed, reluctantly following Sam past the bullpen. He’d had Castor taken custody of Tom Nelson while he dragged Deeks back to the mission. “I’m already in enough hot water as it is, do you really want Kilbride to find out we delayed an interrogation?”

“I’ll handle it if it comes to that,” Sam promised him in a tone that didn’t allow for disagreement. Still, Deeks slowed to a stop outside the locker rooms. “Besides, I texted Callen. He’ll handle the interrogation.

“Sam…”

“C’mon, you really think he’s gonna go up against me?” Raising an eyebrow, Sam waited for Deeks to come up with an argument.

Deeks spent a second amusing with the image of Sam and Kilbride battling it out in a boxing ring. The petty part of Deeks wouldn’t mind watching that.

“Uh-huh. Get in there.”

Deeks rolled his eyes, but didn’t put up much of a fight as Sam grabbed him by the arm of his jacket and unceremoniously push him through the locker room door.

“You know, the last time I was in here, the company was a lot more desirable,” Deeks commented while Sam gathered up first aid supplies.

“Funny. I’m not kissing or hugging you,” Sam informed him, gesturing at his torso. “Take your shirt off.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that.”

Sam just shook his head, waiting for Deeks to shrug off his jacket and pull his shirt up over his back and shoulders.

After a moment, Sam made a sound of dismay that didn’t reassure Deeks. “This does not look good, man,” he said.

“Just do what you can. I’ll be fine,” Deeks said, more annoyed than anything. Of course the stupid burns that had started all of this in the first place had to be problematic.

He really couldn’t tell that much difference from earlier. His back still burned, the pain having steadily increased over the day.

Without warning, Sam dabbed at his back and Deeks inhaled sharply as a white hot pain lanced across his skin.

“Hmm,” he gasped, using every ounce of his control not to scream. Clenching his fist, he bent over the bench for a moment, and felt Sam hesitate behind him. “Just get it over with.”

Following his instruction, Sam dabbed and bandaged the wounds. It was extremely painful, but Sam worked mercifully quick and it was probably only a few minutes before he patted Deeks’ shoulder.

“All done.”

Deeks nodded in thanks, feeling sweaty and vaguely sick.

“Deeks.” Sam shook his shoulder suddenly, peering down at Deeks with a concerned expression that made him wonder if it wasn’t the first time he’d said his name. “Those burns are infected. You need to get checked out before it gets worse.”

“I will, as soon as we’re done today,” Deeks promised as he fixed his shirt and pulled his jacket back on.

“I’m gonna hold you to that. Even if I have to drag you down to the urgent care myself,” Sam said and once again Deeks completely believed him.

“Good to know you have my back. Literally.”

Sam snorted, shaking his head, upper lip twitching. “You’re an idiot.”

As they headed back out, they ran into a fuming Kilbride standing in the middle of the empty bullpen.

“What the hell are you two doing here and where is Callen?”

Sam put a staying hand on Deeks’ shoulder, like Deeks was really going to mouth off right now. Still, he supposed Sam trying to protect him was nice.

“Deeks aggravated his burns from the other day while apprehending Tom Nelson. We came back so I could patch him up again,” Sam explained simply. “I asked Callen to take over for us in the mean time.”

“Good lord! The things you people will do to get out of work,” Kilbride grumbled, hands on his hips.

“With all due respect, Admiral, I’m concerned that Deeks’ wounds are inflected. I think he needs to seek medical attention.”

Deeks flashed Sam a look for his betrayal, but he just calmly folded his hands across his chest.

Traitor.

“Agent Hanna, I have a grieving family wondering why their son is dead. I have no time for your group shenanigans while a killer is still on the loose,” Kilbride ground out, gearing up for a full blown tirade. “I’m sure Investigator Deeks will survive until the end of this case.”

“Admiral—”

“It’s ok, Sam. I’ve survived worse,” Deeks interrupted, leveling Kilbride with a measured look. The age old need to show no weakness, mostly buried at this point in his life, sprang to life.

“Excellent.” With a grim smile, Kilbride gestured towards the hallway. “Now I don’t want to see either of you again until you have our killer in custody.”

***

A/N: Yes, I’m taking Kilbride’s curmudgeonly way and unreasonableness to the extreme.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #Sam #densi #Kilbride is the bad guy in this one #Deeks whump #angst #an error in judgment #part 5 #ejzah fanfiction

[keyh0use]

Delicate

in honour of finishing delicate + the fic trailer + because I'm emotional + I don't actually know when I'll post either, have some headcannons from my SOA rafebarry fic that only I care about

☠︎︎ Rafe is the definition of institutionalized, needing structure and guidance to thrive.

☠︎︎ His time inside the prison wasn't wasted. Rafe learned many useful skills and bulked up considerably, he even attended therapy to learn how to control his temper and communicate in better ways, though there was still a lot of work to be done. Getting clean definitely helped.

☠︎︎ The Outer Banks didn't welcome Rafe home with open arms. The words cop killer stalked after him and haunted him late at night, remembering the blood and the gushing and the cries.

☠︎︎ Seeing Barry for the first time was a gut punch, waves of emotion the boy had spent years taming crashing over him. At least it looked like the situation fucked Barry up too, the older man immediately asking if Rafe had come to kill him.

☠︎︎ Tig was the one to take Rafe to pick out a motorcycle and give him some pointers on riding it. The two of them had a different relationship with eachother than with the rest of the club, Tig affectionately calling Rafe son instead of brother and always checking in on him.

☠︎︎ It seemed like wherever Rafe went, Barry happened to be.

☠︎︎ More often than not, Rafe would give in to Barry's invitations to hangout, both of them powering through the awkward conversations and shifty glances. Barry was trying to be like they were before, and Rafe wasn't sure if that was possible.

☠︎︎ Rafe knew Barry was trying, the boy just needed time.

☠︎︎ The Cameron family was in shambles and it hung over the patriarchs head like a target from the other snooty families in Kildare. Sure, Sarah had forgiven their father enough to keep in touch and Wheezie picked up the phone every so often, but it wasn't enough. Of course it wasn't. Nothing was unless it was exactly how Ward wanted it to be, which means Rafe flat out ignoring him just wouldn't do.

☠︎︎ As things start to heat up between the SONS and a rival MC, Jax decides they need extra help to maintain their front. Who better to hire to run the garage than a freelance mechanic who's already old friends with a patched member?

☠︎︎ Rafe just about melts into a puddle when he rolls into the lot to find Barry elbows deep in the guts of a Harley.

☠︎︎ Hating Rafe has brought the pogues back together, more determined than ever to foil his schemes like he's some sort of super villain. The accusations never end.

☠︎︎ Rafe keeps Barry's betrayal from the club, knowing what happens to a rat.

☠︎︎ A can of spilt paint is what finally sends Rafe stumbling over the edge of his finely drawn sanity. Red spreads across the pavement like the mess of sludge from Opie's brain matter that night in solitary after the brutal bludgeoning and Rafe has to empty the contents of his stomach into a bush outside the trailer. The flood gates open when Barry tries to comfort the boy, screams of anger spewing out with Rafe's dinner to fall around them, infecting their newfound sorta friendship. But Barry doesn't lose his cool, instead fighting Rafe until they can embrace. It's that very same night Rafe decides to open up and recount all the gory details of his sentence with a very compassionate, very apologetic Barry.

☠︎︎ Rafe has never admitted what he is out loud in fear of repercussions, once from his father and now from the club, unsure where he would stand. But Tig figures it out the first time he watches Barry and Rafe interact, the way they share inside jokes and shove eachother playfully and sneak lingering touches.

☠︎︎ Tig knows—Tig knows and he doesn't beat the shit out of Rafe like Ward has so many times. Tig knows Rafe is gay and all he does is press a kiss to the boy's forehead and pull him into a comforting embrace before the tears even have a chance to start leaking out.

☠︎︎ Time is filled with violent days followed closely by peaceful nights with Barry by his side, feeling content even as tensions between MC's grow and Ward tries again and again to force his way.

☠︎︎ Rafe confided in Tig that he wasn't sure if Barry was into him, let alone boys.

"He's at least half gay," Tig tells Rafe while peeking out from behind a curtain to watch Barry work. "Yup, I can see it in the way he wipes his hands with that rag."

It's ridiculous but makes Rafe laugh, feeling a little lighter at having someone to talk to.

☠︎︎ Meeting the Reaper for the second time in his short life has Rafe making the bold decision to come clean to Barry about his feelings, convinced he's not going to get lucky twice as the infection from the bullet wound spreads.

☠︎︎ Rafe doesn't have a moment to himself in the stark white hospital room, sterile environment feeling warm and safe in the company of his brothers, and Barry.

☠︎︎ Rafe and Barrys first kiss is bloody and violent, split lips and possessive hands.

☠︎︎ Being with Barry is the sunlight Rafe's been missing since he was eighteen and convicted of murder one. All those years he spent imagining what it would be like sinking toes into warm sand and feeling salt water on his skin that came from a source other than his own bloodshot eyes...only to come back and feel nothing. The OBX provided him no comfort, no happiness...but Barry snuck in and lit him up, kept him full of hope and want and potential.

☠︎︎ Taking his place on the older man's lap, Rafe patiently watches Barry sew his Men of Mayhem patch onto his cut—awarded to those who kill in the clubs name.

☠︎︎ Rafe would commit horrendous, rotten acts and return to Barry in the aftermath, violet knuckles kissed and every scar worshipped, before the older man would bury somewhere deep in him and ease away the last traces of guilt with each thrust.

☠︎︎ Tig confessing to the club he's been dating the call-girl the club did business with, who happens to be a trans woman, makes Rafe feel safe enough to disclose his own relationship.

☠︎︎ Later, when Jax and Rafe have a moment alone the boy is pulled into a full body hug, a rough hand on the back of his head caressing affectionately. "I love you, brother," Jax says softly, just like he has a hundred times before.

☠︎︎ Rafe is happy. There are internal issues with the club and with his family, still, but it's okay because things have been looking up. Besides, his relationship is perfect.

☠︎︎ As Ward's efforts grow desperate, his motives starting to present themselves.

☠︎︎ "This life...it ain't romantic or free. There's no path to anything that makes any sense. It's just dirty and sad, and we both know it's only going to get worse."

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I decided to leave out the NSFW headcannons because it's a whole other thing, but I'll post it soon

#rafebarry #rafe x barry #this fic is my baby #no one understands #i love this story so much

[501st-rexster]

HERE IT IS

So I got a confidence boost and finally finished the first part of the first chapter of the Western AU.

I really hope people like this, I have spent a long time working on the story and have had a lot of fun writing it. But for now, here's the first part!

Outlaw For Truth

TW: Mild swearing, drinking, death, graphic description of injuries, ANGST

WC: 2,718

No one ever said being an officer of the law was easy. 

No one ever warned that you'd be falsely accused of murder, arrested by the very people you try to protect, and be forced to team up with an outlaw to find your best friend’s killer all while evading an unrelenting mule of a man and a rattler that would like nothing more than to see your blood stain the dirt.

And no one ever told Deputy Rex Ward that he'd go through such an ordeal he'd be within inches of his life more times than he could count in less than a month.

No one could have possibly prepared him for Cody Fett’s death.

Wild West, South Dakota, 1896

“Is the coffee maker fixed yet, Rex?” 

The Deputy sighed heavily, glancing over at the Sheriff that sat with his boots up on his desk, chewing aggressively on a toothpick. “No, Cody, it’s not going to be fixed since the last time you asked me twenty minutes ago. We still haven't gotten a new replacement for the broken bottom.” He retorted as he ran a polishing cloth over the barrel of his Whitworth rifle. “If you're real desperate, why don'tcha stick a can outside and put some crushed beans in there. I'm sure it'll taste fine.” He snickered.

Sheriff Cody Fett took the toothpick from his mouth and sighed heavily before he flicked it at his friend with a smirk. “That attitude ain’t changed one bit since we were kids, has it?”

Deputy Rex Ward rolled his eyes when the toothpick hit his knee. He cracked a smile at his senior officer. “You’re the one who chose me for a Deputy, sir,” he pointedly sneered the name. “You had your choice of the other officers, but you chose your best friend. Means you have to deal with all the attitude I come with. Not my fault you make poor decisions.”

Cody tilted his Stetson hat down to create a better shadow over his eyes as they narrowed ever so slightly, the golden glow shining in the late afternoon sunlight that snuck in the window, outlining his thin lipped grin. “Watch it, you son of a bitch, or I’ll have to string you up one of these days.” He joked.

Rex opened his mouth to say something when another voice beat him to words. “Can’t you two go one day without poking at each other? Ain’t you got better things to do?” Asked Officer Jesse Brooks as he walked in, adjusting the black and white bandana around his neck. “Can’t believe you two still bicker like a pair of badgers fightin’ over a rattlesnake.” He muttered.

Rex kicked back and tilted his head as he leaned his rifle against his desk, shrugging the shoulders of his navy blue jacket. “Ah, come on, Jess, we’re not nearly that aggressive. Now, you get Cody and that bastard Fox Gray in the same room…” He snickered as he cast a mischievous glance over at his best friend.

Sheriff Fett sighed. “You’re not talking about that duel we had a few years back, are you?” His tone held a hint of exasperation, even more so when Rex nodded. “Yeah, well, he shoulda known not to mess with me. He’s lucky I didn’t put a bullet through his forehead.”

“No, you just put one in his shoulder instead.”

“Enough, Rex.”

Jesse couldn’t help but smile at the usual banter between the two officers of the law. In the three years he’d worked with them as an officer for the town of Yankton, he had learned within the first month that Cody Fett and Rex Ward had been friends since they were boys, only age eight, and had sworn to protect each other for life. They were like brothers to each other. Now, twenty five years later, they sat at the highest seats in town, willingly burdened with the safety of their people. And they’d done a fantastic job of protecting everyone. The amount of outlaws and ne’er-do-wells they’d put behind bars rivaled anyone in the history of the town.

Jesse hung his vest on the rack near the door; the early afternoon sun, despite the late season, still scorched the town. The Officer removed his holster from his belt and set it on the desk as he fell into his chair. He grabbed the metal cup of water and took a long swig before leaning his head back and blowing a hard breath through his lips.

The Deputy spun his custom Colt Revolver in his hand, backwards then front, then backwards again. “Y’alright, Jess? You look a little tired.”

“Have you been outside today, sir? It’s gotta be ninety bleedin’ degrees out! Ain’t even a slight bit airish!” He then shook his head. “But that’s less important’n what I been hearing. We been getting reports of mysterious threats bein’ left on folks’ doors,” he said far more seriously.

The Sheriff sat up straight. “Someone’s threatening the people?” Asked Cody, clearly ready to swing at whoever might be winding up to hurt his townsfolk.

Jesse hesitated, then shook his head. “Well, not exactly. They’re getting threats, but not aimed at them. Seems almost everyone’s gotten a threat that was aimed at you.” He nodded to his Sheriff.

Rex turned his head to his best friend with wide eyes only to find a faint smile on Cody’s face. “That ain’t anything new. Same thing happened a few years back, remember, Rex?”

The Deputy chuckled. “Found out it was some kids playin’ a prank. Boy, did they spend time working that off.” 

Jesse hesitated. “There has been word of a few new outlaws in the area, though. Maybe one’s set his sights on our town.”

Rex narrowed his amber eyes, his pistol stopping in his hand to be held at the ready. “Then they’d be messing with the wrong men. Anyone threatens Fett, they mess with me, too. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to him as long as I’m around.”

“Ever the optimistic one, aren’t you, Ward?” The sly voice came from the door, and Rex groaned, dropping his head back as he holstered his pistol.

“No one asked you, ya uppish mule,” snarled Rex. The words brought a snort of entertainment from both the Sheriff and Jesse. The Military Captain’s eyes narrowed and he stalked over to Rex’s desk, his boots clacking on the creaky wooden floor, to plant his hands on the oak top. His eyes bored into the Deputy, the large scar that ran over his right eye more vibrant in the limited light.

“I know you feel awful cushy in my old place, Ward. I don’t give half a mind what you have to say. You’ll always be a prudish boy who doesn't know his place.” the Captain said, silver eyes glaring down at the Deputy.

Rex slowly turned his head to the Captain, a faint smirk on his face. “Oh, I know my place, Wolffe. It’s right above you, where I belong. And you’ll refer to me with respect, else I’ll have your badge from the outpost.” He threatened.

Wolffe scoffed. “My badge? We all know it’s Fett’s badge you want!” He sneered.

Rex’s eyes sharpened in a millisecond. “What?” 

Cody sat up straight, eyebrows knit with confusion. Wolffe laughed. “Come off it, Deputy. I know you want to be Sheriff. You want all the power-”

Before anyone could do anything, Wolffe found himself pinned against the wall, Rex’s hand tight around the collar of his gray jacket. His black boots were planted with one back and one pressed against Wolffe’s leg, keeping him secured, as if the daggers in his eyes wouldn't do that well enough. The Deputy’s face was wrought with fury. “Don’t you ever accuse me of wanting that. I’d follow Cody to the ends o’ the Earth, and he deserves every morsel of where he is. I’ve never wanted to be Sheriff, I’m content where I am, cuz I earned it. You’re making some pretty big talk for someone who failed at their job not long ago.”

Wolffe immediately tried to shove Rex’s hands away, but the man’s grip was like iron. Wolffe scoffed. “Still up on that high horse, Deputy. You’ll know your place one day.” 

Rex shoved Wolffe back against the wall before he dropped the man’s shirt from his hands and stepped back. “I told you. I know my place.” He stepped back to his desk and picked up his black Stetson, slipping it on with a huff of air. His rifle was lifted into his hand, grip tight on the stock, then he started towards the door. “It’s at our Sheriff’s side.” He reached the door and pushed it open, letting the early afternoon sun blanket him in light before he turned his head to halfway face the Captain. His golden eyes were masked under the shadow of his hat, but they still held a determined sheen to them. “It always will be.”

The moment after Rex left, Cody leaned back in his chair, his boots once again up on his desk as he smirked at Wolffe. “I woulda thought you’d have learned by now, Captain. Ward isn’t a person you mess with. And should you ever question his integrity again, I’ll personally drag you to the stocks.”

After Wolffe angrily adjusted his jacket and stormed to the back towards the records he was there to receive, Cody chuckled slightly then looked out the window to see his friend mount his horse and trot down the street to start his patrol. “I’ve got yer’ back, brother. And I know you’ve got mine.”

Later that day, as Cody was slipping on his jacket, ready to head out, he heard the sound of boots coming up the steps and he turned to see Rex walk back into the building. He crossed his arms with a smirk.

“You’ve been gone a while. Did your patrol go well?” His head tilted. “Or were you spending all that time steamin’ about Wolffe?”

Rex’s fist clenched and he shook his head with an exasperated sigh. “I could never fully express how much I hate him.” 

Cody scoffed. “You two have hated each other for years. Ever since you met the guy, you’ve hated him.”

Rex leaned against the doorjamb. “Something ‘bout him rubs me the wrong way. He’s a self-entitled jackass, Cody. I just-” His lips pursed in a frown and Cody sighed. He clipped his holster to his belt then walked to his friend’s side and slung his arm around Rex’s shoulder. 

“Brother, you can’t be letting him get to you like that. Sure, he drives us nuttier n’ a blackfly in June, but you’re the one he should be worried about. You’ve got the quickest draw in the land, and with those barking irons,” he nodded to the pistols holstered on Rex’s belt. “Folks know not to mess with you.” He knocked his head against Rex’s causing their hats to go askew. “And don’t listen to what he said. I know you’ll always be at my side. That junk about you after my badge-”

Rex shook his head. “Cody, I don’t know what the hell was in his head, but-”

“Hey, I know you’d never do that.” The grin that shone like the sun broke out on Cody’s face. His hand pressed against Rex’s chest. “This right here? This is the purest person I know. You don’t ever have to worry about me thinkin’ bad of you, cuz there’s nothing to think of. You’re my best friend, Rex. My brother. Always have been, always will be. I won’t take slander from some brown-nosed Captain who thinks he’s better’n you.” He nudged Rex with his shoulder and finally drew a smile from his Deputy. “C’mon. Let’s go for a drink.”

Rex grinned at his best friend. “Don’t gotta ask me twice.

Five minutes later they walked into the saloon where the barkeep looked up and grinned at them. “If it ain’t my two best customers. What’ll it be today, boys? Whiskey? Bourbon?” Mayday asked, and Rex chuckled as they sat down after waving at a few of the locals.

“Gimme your strongest, Mayday, I gotta get something off my mind.” 

Mayday turned around and started pouring a glass of the strongest whiskey he had, smirking as he did. “Something, or someone?” He wondered. Cody snickered at the question.

Rex rolled his eyes. “Captain Wolffe. Every time I see that bastard I want to slug him in the face. And his brother ain’t any better. He’s SO much worse. That snake drives me insane.” Rex took an immediate sip of the whiskey as soon as it was placed in front of him. Cody glanced up at Mayday.

“I’ll have my usual. Bourbon and rum.” He then glanced at Rex. “Look, I know you’ve always hated them, but why do you hate them so much-”

“You serious?” Rex turned to Cody. “Have you forgotten what happened the first time we all met?” Cody sighed and nodded in reluctant agreement. “‘Sides, he’s a jerk, he’s stuck up, he’s heartless, he don’t care about anyone. The Gray brothers are bastards.”

Cody took a slow sip of his drink when Mayday handed it to him, then leaned on the counter. “Okay, I get it. You’ve always hated them. They’re not too high up on my list of folks I like, but you gotta realize Wollfe is just doin’ his job right?” Cody then hesitated before he started chuckling. “What the hell am I defending him for, I hate him too!” He then smirked deviously with a glance at his best friend. “And I ain’t ever thrown out a telegram so fast as the one I got from the Sheriff o’ Deadwood.”

Rex barked out a laugh. “You threw out a ‘gram from Fox and you ain’t even read it? Now that’s my kind of petty!”

Mayday leaned on the counter with a grin. “I’d love to see the day them Gray brothers get what they deserve. Fox an’ Wolffe? Ain’t never been two people less suited for law. I heard even the people in Fox’s town hate ‘im. And a few of the soldiers from the Outpost have come by here, inconspicuously, and gotten drunk over how much they hate it.”

Rex tilted his head. “Wait, they come here? Why not go to Dell Rapids, it’s closer, ain’t it?” Wondered the Deputy, but Mayday grinned.

“Yeah, it’s closer, but that bartender ain’t got an ear for dirt on people like I got. You know I got all the good info on everyone. Don’t matter if you’re from our town or not, I know shit. Besides, one of ‘em once said I make a better mixed drink and apparently my brandy tastes better.” Mayday shrugged. “Extra business and talk from the outpost. I ain’t complaining!”

Cody and Rex laughed and began to exchange enjoyable conversation, set up the next poker night, and talked about how good the hunting had been this year. Hours passed, and the local patrons slowly trickled out until it was just Cody and Rex. 

Mayday glanced at the clock and chuckled. “Alright, boys, I’m gonna hafta call it, it’s nearly eleven and you two have a town to take care of. Get yer asses home.” As the two lawmakers stood up after paying the tab, Mayday nodded at them and they nodded back. 

Cody slung his arm around Rex’s shoulder as they walked out, laughing with each other. They got to the main road, and Cody nodded towards the station. “Hey, I got a few more reports I gotta finish but I’ll see you tomorrow, brother. Bright and early.”

Rex knocked his head against Cody’s and pulled him close. “Always. Don’t work yourself too hard. I’ll see you tomorrow, brother.” They let each other go and parted ways, and as Rex walked down the moonlit street, he chuckled to himself.

He couldn’t ask for a better partner than Cody.

All that they had done together, the years they’d spent growing up as brothers and protecting each other, learning to hunt and working their way up the ranks to achieve their dreams of being lawmakers.

They had done everything together. Never alone. Always by one another’s sides.

And Rex couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

The next morning, Rex rode up to the station in the barely lit street, still in the early hours, when a small whinny made him glance up to see Cody’s horse, Trapper, tied at the post, stomping its feet. Rex’s eyebrow rose. Maybe Cody had come in early? He looked up at the station, but none of the lights were on. He chuckled to himself.

Cody had never gotten home. He fell asleep at his desk again.

Rex had always chided Cody on staying late and falling asleep at the department, but the man was so dedicated to his work it was hard to keep him from it.

As Rex dismounted his horse and led him closer, he noticed Trapper seemed anxious. Rex tied his stallion up and smiled at the beautiful Chestnut belonging to Cody. He rubbed a hand over Trapper’s neck. 

“Easy, boy. Easy. I’ll get you both some fresh water.” Rex walked to the well pump and filled up a bucket before he returned to the horses and poured the water into the low trough. Trapper hesitated, his head looking around warily and lingering on the department before he slowly lowered his head and began to drink. Rex smiled and ran his hand down his horse’s neck before turning towards the station.

He quietly walked up the steps and into the station, the floor creaking under his boots as the worn wood always did. Electing to leave the light off, he shed his jacket and dropped it on his desk as he walked over to Cody’s desk. He smirked when he saw Cody’s silhouette slumped with one arm stretched across his desk, his forehead leaning on his other. Rex chuckled again. “C’mon, Cody, it’s time for work.” He said, eyebrow rising at no visible response. He reached out his hand to shake Cody’s shoulder, but it was met with a wet feeling on Cody’s shirt. Rex drew back his hand quickly as he leaned on Cody’s desk only to feel more liquid on his hands. He fumbled for the lamp on the desk, then his breath stopped when the light was flicked on.

Blood covered his hands, splattered Cody’s desk, and pooled under his arms. Rex’s throat was so tight he could barely breathe as he reached out to lift his best friend’s head. “C-Cody?” His voice sounded like a little boy, leaning closer to Cody, then he fell back when he saw the bullet hole in Cody’s forehead, the blood that covered his face from open wounds, bruises that dotted his neck and spotted his cheeks, and his eyes, half-open and void of any life.

“N…No…” Rex collapsed to the floor, struggling to find any semblance of air in his lungs. He stared at his hands and his brother’s blood that wet them.

This couldn’t be happening.

Cody couldn’t be-

He couldn’t be dead. Rex couldn’t physically process it. Tears had started down his face and he shakily stood to kneel next to his best friend, reaching out his hand to touch Cody’s fluffy locks of hair. A sob escaped his lips and he fell forward, head pressed against the edge of Cody’s desk. “You can’t be gone… Cody…” He choked out. His hand remained on Cody’s head as he cried. “Come back to me…”

He suddenly jolted, realizing he needed to get help. He jumped and ran to the telephone, quickly spinning the rotary dial and calling the sheriff’s office in the next town over. As much as he absolutely hated to call him, he needed help. He listened to it ring and ring, then finally an answer came through, an irritated grumble.

“What the hell do you want, Ward?” Fox snarled. “It’s way too early.”

Rex let out a hard breath. “FOX! I-” He then hesitated. “Wait, how’d you know it was me?”

A small beat went by before Fox sighed. “You’re the only one who’s ever at the station this early. Now what do you want?”

Rex tried to steady his breathing. “Cody is dead… someone killed him last night, Fox!”

“What do you expect me to do about it?” The cold voice asked.

Rex’s eyebrows rose at the odd response. “What do I… Fox, Cody is DEAD! I expect you to come help me!” He demanded.

A small grunt was heard on the other end of the line. “Calm yerself, I’ll be there.”

Rex heard the phone click and he stared at the receiver for a moment. Fox had not taken the news like he thought he would.

But Rex didn’t have time to worry about that right now. He stood up and squeezed his eyes shut, looking over his shoulder at Cody’s body. “What do I do without you?” He barely whispered. His mind began to swirl and he slid to the ground, barely stabilizing himself with the table. His head pounded and he squeezed his eyes shut as his body began to shake. “I can’t do this without you…”

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Alright, there's the first part of the first chapter!! I really hope this absolutely destroyed some people because I love demolishing people's hearts with my writing (it seems to be one of the few things I'm good at in life) Please let me know what you thought and if you want to read more once I finish the first chapter!

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