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Everywhere - David Rice x Reader

David has taken you everywhere.

Italy, France, London you and David have travelled the world. He loved to spoil you. He would take you to the most fanciest restaurants, buy you the most expensive gifts and he would pick five star rated hotels where you and him would go and fuck passionately all through the night.

You would ask him about money but he would respond with a smirk and pat his bag where he stored his cash. Cash he stole from the banks. You always expressed your concerns about the stolen cash but he would kiss you and assure you that everything is going to be okay and they were not going to get caught. He then joked if he was caught he would escape anyway nothing can keep him locked up forever. Despite the worries you trusted him you felt safe around him you knew he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.

One day he took you to Haiti. After booking into a villa the couple made their way down to the beach.

The view is breathtaking.

You smiled as you removed your flip flops and let your feet sink into the golden sand. David grabs a surf board and offers you to join him but you decline because all you wanted to do is relax under the sun.

After David went out into the ocean you slip on your sunglasses and lie down on the towel. You sigh and tilt your head back letting the sun shine down on your face. You laid there for a while and let your mind drift off. You let yourself go in a relaxed, mediated state.

The call of your name brought you out of your trance. You sit up and push your sunglasses on to your head.

Suddenly your eyes widen when you see him coming towards you.

David walked towards you with the surf board under his arm. He glowed under the sun. His smile is full of warmth and his sky blue eyes sparkled. Water rolls down his muscular, toned body towards his shorts.

Shorts you wanted to rip off him right here right now because God David Rice looked absolutely gorgeous.

Fuck!

You quickly cross your legs not wanting people to notice your sudden desire for him.

David runs his fingers through his wet strands as he sits next you.

"What a wave." He chuckled as he grabs the towel and dries his hair. "That was a big one."

You managed to put on a smile.

"You look like you had fun."

His lips tug upwards when he notices the pink creeping up your cheeks.

"You should have joined me." He says.

"Na." You shake your head. "I'm not into surfing."

He shrugs.

"Your loss."

He puts the towel next to him and leans back on his elbows. He then brushes his hand against your thigh. You look up sharply at him. He pretends to act dumb.

"Something wrong?"

Another brush against your thigh. You glare at him.

"Is the sand bothering you?" He asked with an innocent expression.

You saw through the act he was putting on you can see the mischief in his eyes. He can sense your desire for him and he is winding you up because of it he wanted to see how quickly you will give into him.

As much as you didn't want to admit it he is doing a pretty good job so far.

David gets closer to you. His leg hooks over yours. His body is pressed against yours. His face is inches away from yours. He then leans forward and kisses you on the lips.

"David." You scolded at him. "This is a public place."

"What?" That innocent expression is back on his face. "Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?"

His hand lands on your stomach. You then tensed up as his hand moves under your shorts.

"David." You whispered.

He places a magazine between them both.

"Nobody is gonna know." He leans his head on your shoulder. "They will think we are reading..." He narrows his eyes. "How to make the Kalalou the haitian gumbo." He smiles. "We are just getting into the Haitian culture. Right Y/N?"

You gasp as he sticks his finger inside you. Your legs tighten as he sticks another finger inside you.

"Hmm." He buried his head into your neck. "This is a good read makes me wanna do some cooking right now." You bite your lip as he picks up the pace. "I can't wait to taste it." He whispered into your ear.

Fuck...FUCK!

You grit your teeth to stop yourself from screaming.

He continued to fuck you with his fingers. He smirks as your face now turns red. He can see you are frustrated and you are struggling to stay quiet. Your reaction encouraged him to carry on. He kept going until you spilled yourself all over his fingers. You bit down hard on your lip as you cum on to him. You groan as your panties turn soaking wet.

"Damm it." You cursed under your breath.

He laughs and removes his fingers from you. He raises his hand to his mouth and smirks.

"Bon Appétit."

He licks his fingers clean. As he licked them his eyes locked on to yours. His tongue sucks up every last ounce of you. He then licks his lips in a seductive manner. You felt the burning heat of desire returning between your legs again.

"Salty...but sweet." He nodded with a grin.

"I need to go and change." You said as you stand up.

"But wait." He raises his eyebrow. "What about dessert?"

He gives you a knowing look. Your eyes trail down his body again. You then look back up at his face. He wanted you and you wanted him. You couldn't resist him anymore so you decided to give into your desires.

"Let's go."

He grins and stands up. He takes your hand and leads you behind the trees. In one swift movement you suddenly found yourself falling through the sand on to the bed. You gasp as your back hits the mattress.

He appears on top of you and gives you a smirk. You shake your head. Although you have teleported many times the experience of it all still surprised you.

"You okay?" He asked.

You nod and smile at him.

"Saves getting the keys out right?" He smirked as he started to remove your shorts followed by your panties.

You remove your bikini top and you toss it on to the floor. He pushes his shorts down followed by his boxers. He then climbs on to the bed.

"So beautiful." He mumbled as his lips lock on to yours.

He started of soft and tender but then it became more passionate and eager.

You respond and push your tongue inside his mouth. He moans as his tongue rolls alongside yours.

David eventually pulls away and goes to your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses along your collarbone and bites down on your nipple. You moan. David moves to the other breast and sucks hard on your nipple. You cursed as he sucked and teased you.

His tongue goes down your stomach towards your legs. You moaned his name as his wet tongue made contact with your hot sweaty skin. When he reached your cunt he latched on to the folds and sucked hard at it. He then pushes his tongue in and hungrily licks you up and down.

"FUCK! DAVID...FUCK!"

You push yourself against his face as he continued to lick you down there.

After a few more strokes David removes his tongue and smirks at your flustered face.

"So nice and wet baby." He rubs your clit up and down with his thumb. "All for me." He then goes up and positions himself between your legs. His eyes then widen. "Almost forgot."

Within a second David teleports to his bag and grabs a packet of condoms out. You blink and David is back in front of you again. He rips open the package and gets the condom out. After he puts the condom on he returns to his position between your legs.

"All good?" He asked.

You nod.

Suddenly a gasp escapes your lips as he comes inside you. You arched your back as he started to thrust you.

"God AH!" You cried out loud.

Each thrust started to send you over the edge. You grip on to your boyfriend's hair and tug at it hard. David responded with a growl.

"Damm Y/N."

He then increased the pace. Your other hand goes to his back. Your nails dig into his skin. He gasped with pain and pleasure. His reaction made you weak to your knees.

As he continued to rock you, you started to feel that familiar heat down there becoming more intense and the need to release started to consume you.

You hold on to your boyfriend tight and you buried your head against his chest. You suddenly cried out as you again spill yourself all over him. Seeing you fall apart made him let go. He let out another growl as he let's it all out.

You loosen your grip and drop your head back on to the pillows. David stands up and goes to the bathroom.

You sigh and stare at the ceiling. You blink a few times to clear your vision. You then felt the mattress shift as David joins you on the bed again. He kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you. You lean on his chest and smile at him.

"Never gets old."

He nods.

"Yeah." He runs his fingers through your hair and smiles. A few moments later David sits up. "I'm gonna take a shower." He raises an amused brow. "Care to join me?"

You smirk at him.

"I think you know the answer."

He grins and pulls you in. Within a second you are against the tile wall. David slides the door shut and switches the shower on. Your lips then return to his. You kiss each other as the water beats down on your shoulders.

"Damm I fucking love you Y/N!" David mumbled into the kiss.

You grin into the kiss.

"And I love you too David. "

The End

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chiaraanatra · 3 months

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𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢

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Summary: The last thing David expected was to meet someone who shared his ability to teleport, nor did he anticipate that you would leave a lasting impression or be gone just as quickly as you came.

Warnings: ANGST & SMUT! MINORS DNI! Porn with plot, oral (f receiving), fingering (kinda?), p in v (w/ protection), pet names (baby), mentions of trauma and bodily harm (reader was attacked and has scars), mentions of parental death, not-so-happy ending, no use of y/n.

Word Count: 3k

AN: David does not get enough love! Also, I would like to thank everyone for 100 followers, it's crazy that even 5 of you like what I write so thank you! I would also like to thank my wonderful boyfriend, JJ, who agreed to read this trash and told me it was good. Lord knows I'm a slut for praise (especially from him)!

《 m.list || ao3 》

New York, NY - 9:45 pm

You met David during the intermission of a Broadway play. You had seen the production a few times since its revival on Broadway, but you enjoyed the atmosphere. With your abilities, it was easy to make attendance at these types of events a regular occurrence and there was something about getting dressed up and drinking over-priced champagne from a plastic glass that set a certain mood.

You took a sip from the plastic flute before feeling a familiar sensation. You watched as a man, about your age, with dirty blonde hair seemingly appeared out of nowhere in a nearby corner normally hidden from prying eyes. You were skeptical at first, but once he moved away you were able to see the remnants of an aperture he had created to come to this exact spot. You watched as he walked over to the railing that overlooked the hall. Before you could stop yourself, you made your way over and leaned against the same railing.

“You know, your lack of subtly could get you killed one day.” Your eyes remained on the red curtain hiding the stage from view.

“Not sure what you are talking about…” There was a nervousness in the man’s voice that he was attempting to cover.

You took a sip of your drink, “In a crowd, this dense, intimacy is often a forgone conclusion.” The corners of your mouth turned up, “As is getting caught.” You gave the taller man your name.

“David…” There was an air of hesitation in his voice. “So, you can…?” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

You smiled, “Quite astute, David.” The way his name fell from your lips made it sound like the second most beautiful name that could be spoken, next to your own.

The lights dimmed, indicating that intermission was ending. “I guess we should get back to our seats. It was nice talking to you, David. Enjoy the rest of the show.” You threw your plastic flute in the trash and made your way back to your seat.

Throughout the rest of the play, David’s eyes remained on you. He prayed that if you could jump, you wouldn’t before he got the chance to talk to you again.

When the show had concluded you found yourself following the crowd towards the exit. Once outside, you couldn’t help but stand for a moment, contemplating your next move. It was late, but you didn’t want to go home. After all, the world was yours, but you tended to be indecisive. You looked at your watch.

11:06 pm… That means, 5:06 am in Paris, 1:06 pm in Tokyo…

Your name being called pulled you from your thoughts. When you turned, you saw David making his way towards you. It didn’t take long for him to navigate through the dense crowd and catch up to you. Once face to face, he couldn’t help but look at you, taking in all of your features in the light given off by the city. Your lips looked so soft, and your eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Umm… Can I get you a cab?” He mentally kicked himself for how stupid a question that was. Even if you couldn’t jump there was little chance he could successfully wave down a cab with everyone currently trying to do the same.

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past your lips, “As kind of an offer as that is, I don’t think I’ll be needing one.”

David looked down at his feet trying to think of some way or another that he could convince you to stay near him even for just a moment longer. “Umm, are you hungry?”

“I ate before the show,” you saw the disappointment on his face almost instantly. “But a coffee would be nice. There’s a café down the street.”

The two of you walked in relative silence, making small comments about the weather, the play, and so on. Once at the café, David insisted on buying your drink. With cups in hand, the two of you made your way outside to sit at one of the small tables lining the sidewalk.

You took notice of David’s features. He was rather handsome despite the timid air around him. You could tell he wasn’t used to small talk. You could also tell that you were most likely the only other Jumper he had ever met. He appeared to be battling between wanting to know more about you and knowing more about your shared ability.

He looked down at the cup in his hands, “So…Where are you from?”

You shrugged a little, looking out towards the still bustling city. “Here and there.” You didn’t mean to be so vague, but it was hard not to be. “I’m not from New York, but I come here rather frequently. Regardless of the time, there is usually something going on to keep me entertained.” You took a sip of your coffee. “What about you?”

“I have a place here, but I find myself traveling a lot.” He was still dancing around discussing your shared teleportation abilities. “Have you met many others… like us?” He paused for a brief moment. “You don’t have to answer, it’s just you’re the only other person I’ve met who can… you know...”

You nodded, smiling a little at his avoidance, “A few but they never stayed around long. We tend not to be very sedentary; always drawn to one place or another, whether it be out of intrigue or necessity.” You finished your coffee and stood up from your chair. “It was nice meeting you, David. However, I should-”

“Wait!” He stood up with you, trying to find his next few words. He refused to let this be the last time he spoke to you. “I want to see you again.” His eyes never left yours, a spark of determination flashing against the blue of his irises.

You smiled at him, “If it's meant to be, you’ll see me again.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek and whispered in his ear, “Goodnight, David.” And just like that you were gone.

New York, NY - 9:27 am

Fuck…

David took a seat on one of the benches lining Central Park. To say he was frustrated may have been an understatement. He had spent the last 2 days scouring the city in hopes of catching a glimpse of you. He felt like a stalker, but there was just something about you. He needed to hear your voice, see your face, know more about you… He brought himself forward, elbows on his knees, hands rubbing across his face.

Just as he was about to call it quits, he noticed you were sitting across from him, a book in one hand and a coffee in the other. You set both aside to look at him from across the walkway, a smile gracing your face.

He looked down laughing to himself before pushing off the bench and making his way towards you. He took the seat next to you, pausing to view your features in the sunlight. “The ability to go anywhere in the world in an instant and we both end up here.” He wanted to sound nonchalant, but he was doubtful about how well that was coming across.

“I told you if it was meant to be you would see me again.” You had a feeling that he would look for you. It was that feeling that had you spending the last two days straight in the city and spending much more time out in the open than you were used to. “Have you been looking long?”

Pink flared across his cheeks. He was not about to admit that he had been looking for you since he had last seen you. “I’m just happy I found you.” Smooth…

“I’m happy you found me.” You looked at your watch. “I’m kinda hungry. How would you feel about a late lunch?” You stood up from the bench and offered David your hand.

He took your hand, “Late lunch? It’s 9:30…” Realization hit him, as you brought him to a secluded corner of Central Park. You wrapped your arms around him and jumped.

London, UK - 2:30 pm.

When David opened his eyes, he was greeted by the feeling of your warm body in his arms. The two of you were in a different park, the sun had been replaced with gray clouds. He felt a few light droplets of rain fall on his exposed skin.

“Shit, I should have checked the weather… Come on.” You grabbed his hand and led him out of the park and onto the street. Looking around, he recognized they were now in London. You led David through the streets to an upscale restaurant. You were quickly seated towards the back across from one another. David couldn’t help but play with the corners of the menu as he tried to think of questions to ask you. He didn’t want to be too much too fast, scared to ask anything too personal that would cause you to run away. “Do you spend much time in London?” You giggle, “As much as anyone, I guess. I tend to spend most of my time in New York, but I frequent London, Tokyo, Paris. It’s a balance, I try not to spend too long in one place while also trying not to spread myself too thin.” You twirled the spoon in your coffee, a somber look gracing your face, “Even with all this freedom we still have to be careful.” “Paladins…” It wasn’t a question, more of a knowing acknowledgment said quietly as reality began to close around the two of you. You gave him a small smile, “So you’re not as blissfully unaware as I thought.” He lets out a low chuckle, “I haven’t had many runs in, thankfully.”

“Wish I could say the same.” Your hands ran down the length of your arms before pausing at your wrists, rubbing them gently through the sleeves of your shirt. “But enough about that! The food here is amazing!”

When the two of you finished eating and you thought the rain had faded, you walked around the city, sharing surface-level things about yourselves. You learned that David liked to read and travel, his favorite color was blue, and he was from Ohio. That was as personally deep as you were both willing to go in that very moment.

The rain picked up suddenly and the two of you found yourselves soaked and hiding under the cover of an overhang.

“I don’t want to sound forward...” David looked down at his soaked Converse trying to pick his next words carefully. “Would you like to come back to my apartment?"

You shivered a little, “That sounds like a good idea.” He held out his arms and you willingly melted into his warm embrace.

New York, NY - 12:02 pm

When you opened your eyes, you were met with the unfamiliar sites of David’s apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows ran across the south wall overlooking New York City. The walls were covered in pictures, not of people but rather places. Jump site reminders?

A spiral staircase led to a lofted second floor that housed various art pieces and a motorcycle. How original. You smiled to yourself.

David’s eyes never left you. He had been all over the world, but he had never met anyone like you. His arms refused to pry themselves from the home they had made along your waist. Once your attention was back on him, he couldn’t stop himself, “Can I kiss you?”

“So polite…” Your arms found their way around his neck and your fingers weaved themselves through his wet, blonde locks. You stood on your tiptoes, allowing your lips to connect. The kiss was gentle, at first, but quickly became a frenzy of hands needing to touch skin, bodies begging to be closer.

“We should- We should get out of these clothes…” your words were half muffled by David’s lips. Despite this, he made quick work of both your shirts, throwing them in a wet pile on the ground before pulling you closer and jumping to his bedroom.

David slowly made his way down your jaw and to your neck. For as timid as he seemed he had no problems setting your body on fire. He continued to make his way lower, kissing down your chest to your abdomen, before getting on his knees in front of you. Blue eyes looked up at you, silently asking if you would let him go further. you nodded.

He made quick work of your pants, pulling the wet fabric down your legs. His hands ran up the expanse of your soft legs placing gentle kisses on your thighs before looking at your clothed core, looking up once more to ensure there were no reservations on going further.

You ran your hand there his hair and down his cheek, “Please...?”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. Without hesitation he dove into your clothed core, lapping at the fabric now soaked by rain and your own slick.

You whined at the loss of contact when he pulled away. He urged you to fall back on the bed before he pulled your panties down. He lifted your legs onto his shoulders before once again attacking your exposed cunt.

“Oh fuck Davi-“your moans were cut off as you felt his middle finger circle your entrance as his tongue played with your clit.

“Just like that! Please! If you keep that up, I’m gonna…” your voice was once again cut off by a silent scream as his finger pressed against the soft spongy spot inside you. Your back arched off the bed as you came hard.

David’s tongue led you through your orgasm almost to the point of overstimulation.

When he pulled away his mouth was shiny with a combination of his spit and your wetness. He made his way up to kiss you, you couldn’t help but moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

David reached over to his side table grabbing a condom. “Any other time I would want you to come more than once before fucking you but I’m desperate to feel you around me.”

You blushed at his words watching as he undid the belt of his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but you certainly were not expecting David to be as big as he was. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as he rolled the condom down his length.

You gasped as you felt his tip run against your fluttering hole. He looked at you once more, silently asking permission. You bit your lip nodding, needing to feel him.

He leaned forward pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate, full of need and lust. He kept his lips on yours as he sank his cock into you, your pussy stretching around him. The kiss breaks when he is fully seated inside you, moans of pleasure escaping both of your lips.

David’s movements are painfully slow, “please, faster, it’s okay…” Your voice sounds beautifully desperate, and David would rather die than not give you what you wanted, what you needed.

In no time he is pounding into your soaking wet cunt bringing you both closer and closer to the edge. “God… you feel so good!”

“Fuck David... I’m gonna-“Your orgasm cut you off, back once again arching off the bed.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” He kissed down your neck and chest, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. Your cunt squeezed around his cock perfectly causing his own orgasm to crash over him.

He held you close as you both came down from your highs. Once the feeling came back to your legs, David helped you clean yourself up before returning to bed, arms wrapped around one another.

Your head rested against his chest, while he played with your hair. Scars encircling your wrists caused him to pause. His hands slowly ran from your shoulder down your arm to your wrist. His fingers brushed against the rope-like burn scars. He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Paladins?”

“Yeah… Too narrow of an escape for my liking.” You rotated your body to look at him, your arms now resting on his chest.

He led one of your hands towards his lips to kiss the scar. Anger boiled in him at the thought of some Paladin bastard getting their hands on you. But he pushed those thoughts away in favor of hopefully getting to know you a bit better. “How did you find out you could jump?”

You hesitated for a moment, “I was 13 the first time it happened. I was with my parents; we were on vacation. Dad never liked planes, so he always drove. We were on our way to DC, a detour because I wanted to visit the Smithsonian… our car was hit head-on by a drunk driver. I remember closing my eyes because of the bright headlights coming towards us. When I opened my eyes, I was back home, on top of my bed.”

You sat up turning away from David. You wanted to cry but no tears would come.

David sat up and moved closer to you, brushing his long, slender fingers up your bare spine. “I’m sorry…” David wanted to say more, that it wasn’t your fault, that there wasn’t anything you could have done. But it didn’t feel like the right time. Rather he pulled you into him slightly, holding you. Your body relaxed into his.

You couldn’t help but feel like you had shared too much. You had known David for all of 3 and a half days. Things felt right, too right, and it scared the shit out of you. “I should… I should go…” you removed yourself from his grasp. Quickly throw on your underwear and the first shirt you grabbed. You couldn’t bear to look at him or hear his attempts to make you stay. “Goodbye, David…” and just like that you were gone.

Should I do a part 2??

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tac-the-unseen · 1 month

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What the Lost boys think about vampire related media

Fluff, x reader but just barely

•While making conversation with your four Vampire lovers you were suddenly plagued with a question.

“How do you guys feel about vampire related media?”

-That question was an immediate head turner. The cave goes dead quite before Dwayne speaks up, “Well…vampires are in hiding so…”

-This sparks a conversation about how media representation of vampires may not be accurate, but that's a good thing. “If a book or movie comes out and it is shockingly accurate to what being a vampire is really like, the creator isn't going to last long.” David explained

-That's because there's a set of rules vampires have to follow and one of those rules is to never publicly reveal your double life identity

-”If something like that comes out, that means a vampire has broken that rule OR somebody knows vampires very closely and is creating media they know shouldn't exist.”

-Turns out if a vampire breaks that rule it's basically open season to kill and destroy their creations.

•You turn the conversation and begin to ask how they, specifically, feel about certain vampire representation

•Bram Stoker's Dracula

-Dwayne is the first to buy in his opinion.

-Dwayne feels that while it is a cult classic and well written, The characters are exceedingly dumb.

-”Johnathan spends a ridiculous amount of time talking about other characters ‘Breasts’ and trying to figure out why his host climbs walls ‘like a lizard's.”

-David is the next one to speak up

-David thinks it's not really worth the read

-”Unless you're trying to brag to people there's no point in reading it.”

-”Also why was Mina talking to that old sailor so much?”

-Paul laughs as he remembers “how fucking crazy he wrote Dracula to be”

-”I'm pretty sure the real Dracula thinks it's a heinous crime against him”

-Paul hasn't read it but have heard enough about it to know even the more obscure references

-Marko comments on the graceful writing style and the beautiful descriptions

-”I've only read it because Dwayne thought I would like it"

-Marko also loves how oblivious Jonathan and most of the other characters are

-All of them think the movie adaptation is hilarious and love the shitty special effects

•Interview with a vampire

-Paul chimes in immediately

-”God it's so homo erotic it hurts…in a good way.”

-Paul thinks its a nice horror novel mixed with a weird cozy atmosphere

-Dwayne thinks it's another well written classic and He actually begins to rave about all the themes involved within Anne Rice’s work

-”It's a beautiful Gothic thriller with a deep, sadly comedic energy.”

-He even offers to read it too you sometime

-Marko chimes in quickly about “Claudia’s rebellious behavior and persona”

-”imagine watching your family choose somebody else over you. It's so deeply upsetting but to an understandable level.”

-”I would have hated to turn so young. I look like a teenager and other people can respect that to a certain point. But being five years old with the mind of an adult, No one would respect you.”

-Marko relates to Claudia on an internal level and loves unraveling her character. When you ask why he quickly responds "Some people call me a cherub... You think I enjoy that?"

-David says he doesn't have much to say other than it was a decent read (That's his version of a compliments)

•Twilight

-All of them agree that it's laughably horrendous

-Almost immediately at the same time they say “This is the skin of a killer Bella”

-This leads to banshee like laughter

David speaks up immediately

-”Why do you humans want us to sparkle so bad?”

-”I personally hate the idea of being a walking disco ball, but to each their own.”

-Marko chimes in quickly

-”Would you like it if we sparkled?” He asked while leans on you affectionately

-Marko thinks the only reason to read it is to have a nice laugh

-”Why did Edward have such a violent reaction of Bella standing by a fan? That makes no sense…like I have mates and I enjoy the smell of you guys but…I'm not nearly clawing off my face at your smell”

-”Yeah yeah, I get he's trying not to overreact but running out of class to get away is crazy.”

-Paul even adds that even thought it's very dumb even he can appreciate the message it's trying to said.

-”something something, coming over adversary, something something, love wins, something something..”

-”Also that Jacob imprinting on Bella's infant daughter is super fucking creepy.”

-when you asked Dwayne about his feels he scoffed and said It's insulting at best and borderline sexual harassment at worst.

-He refused to go into depth

•You thank them for humoring you and they tell you that it's no problem

-David kisses the side of your head in an uncharacteristically soft way “We don't ever mind answering your vampire related question.” He tells you

-Marko turns to you “But seriously do you want us to sparkle?”

-”I think I have some roll on body glitter somewhere..” Paul says while getting up to look for it

Thanks for reading <3

#the lost boys x reader #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #reader #the lost boys #vampire #fluff #books #lovers

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daysofyellowroses · 3 months

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red rose ii

kerry von erich x reader | 2.6k | sequel to this story (you can read this as a standalone as it's basically just plotless and i won't expect anyone to read a 10k fic just to know a backstory) | 18+ minors dni - this is plotless smut because i felt like it, enjoy!

“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

A chorus of cheers rang out from the congregation, hands clapping together as whistles rang out around the church.

You met Kerry's eyes, standing across from him in your pink, puffy bridesmaids dress. He gave you a wink and you rolled your eyes with a smile as you cheered on Kevin and Pam, the two of them starting to head down the aisle. After a moment you were by Kerry's side, your arm in his as you began to leave the church.

“Second time today you've walked me down an aisle,” You grinned, looking over to your boyfriend. “Making a habit of it, are we?”

“Might just be,” Kerry teased, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all, I encourage it.” You smiled, watching a shower of rice wash over Kevin and Pam as they walked out ahead of you.

There was some standing around as the wedding photos were taken, all the various relatives and friends being swapped in and out, the photographer giving more demands thanan army sergeant. Part of you felt a little silly being in the photos, being a bridesmaid alongside Pam's old friends, but you had still been so thrilled when she'd asked you. After all, the two of you had become friends, which was a joy.

As Kevin and Pam took pictures with their parents, you rested your head on Kerry's shoulder, his arm around your waist. David and Mike stood across from you, bored expressions on their faces that made you smile.

“Can't memories be enough?” David sighed as he rested his hands on his hips, looking over to the photographer. “I'm starving, I'll eat his damn camera if I need to.”

“Give me half,” Mike sighed, folding his arms. “A crumb, anything.”

You smiled as you turned and whispered in Kerry's ear, his hand tightening on your waist.

“I'm still full.”

“Good to know,” He murmured softly, grinning as he looked down at your dress. “You know, you really can't tell this thing was crumpled up on the floor a few hours ago. All that panic for nothing.”

“I wasn't the one pulling it off,” You grinned, your hands coming to rest on Kerry's shoulder. “that was all-”

“You!” The photographer snapped, gesturing to you and the boys. “get on over here, all of you.”

“You hold him down,” David looked at Kerry. “I'll get the camera.”

A couple of hours later, you were taking your seat after your latest twirl around the dancefloor. You took a sip of your drink, looking out to the floor filled with people having the time of their lives. Your gaze fell on your dad, smiling as you watched him and Carla sway together, laughing about something and unable to keep their eyes off each other. A moment later, Kerry came and sat next to you, his arm resting over the back of your chair.

“Having fun?” He asked, looking over to you with a smile.

“Of course,” You grinned, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, your hand resting on his thigh. “I was just thinking..my dad and Carla will stay a while longer, the house is gonna be empty. Seems a shame to waste it.”

“It would definitely be a shame,” Kerry smiled, resting his hand on top of yours. “I say we sneak out the back and if anyone asks we'll just say I felt sick and didn't want to make a big fuss.”

“Wow,” You raised a brow with a smile as you stood up. “I'm making a rebel out of you, Kerry Von Erich.”

The drive home seemed to take an age, all you wanted to do was get out of your dress (again) and wile away the evening in Kerry's arms.

When you finally arrived, you practically leaped out of the truck, rooting around in your purse for your key. You could hear Kerry laughing as you held half the contents of your purse in your hand while you searched, rolling your eyes with a smile.

“Alright I got it, we're good,” You finally fished the key out, walking up the steps to the front door and opening the door. You walked into the small lobby and turned as you waited for Kerry to join you.

“Still feels strange,” He grinned as he walked into the house, closing the front door. “I still expect to have to sneak through your window.”

“You can walk around the back and shimmy up the drainpipe if you want,” You grinned, lightly pushing down your puffed up sleeves. “For old time's sake.”

“And leave you here all alone?” Kerry raised a brow, striding over to you with a smile, wrapping his arms around you. “Absolutely not.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling truly content as you met his eyes.

“Good..I don't want to be apart from you for even a second. Who else is gonna help me out of this thing?”

“Good thing I got experience then,” Kerry grinned, and you laughed before an excited squeak flew out of you as Kerry picked you up and started walking to the stairs, your arms secure around his neck.

When you reached your bedroom, you got onto your feet and wasted no time turning your back to Kerry so he could pull your dress off as he had before you'd left the house earlier.

To your surprise, he took his time, standing close behind you as his fingers slowly released each button. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss to the nape of your neck and you let out a soft breath as you closed your eyes.

“Kerry,” You groaned softly, no real admonishment in your tone.

“Shh, we got time,” He murmured softly, trailing kisses down your back as he slowly unbuttoned your dress. “Just enjoy it.”

You didn't need to be told twice. As much as you had enjoyed the morning, it had been rushed. You'd been in Kerry's bedroom, with the background noise of David asking where his tie was, Mike banging on the door to get his shoes, and the radio blasting out.

Now, you were more than happy to feel Kerry's hands slowly glide along your bare back before he carefully eased your dress down your shoulders.

“Turn around, gorgeous.”

You moved slowly, holding your dress to your chest as you turned and met Kerry's eyes with a smile. After slowly pushing the dress off yourself to pool at your feet, Kerry held his hand out and you took it before stepping out of the dress and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well this really isn't fair,” You grinned, moving your hand to lightly toy with the grey bow tie wrapped around Kerry's neck. “You get to stay fully clothed, bow tie and all, and I have to be naked?”

“You've still got these,” Kerry grinned, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. “So it's fine.”

“Is it though?” You hummed, moving your hand to gently stroke Kerry's cheek. “Because I don't think it really i-!”

You gasped as Kerry picked you up and carried you over to your bed, throwing you down on it and taking his suit jacket off. Your panties were instantly soaked as you watched him move slowly onto the bed, settling between your legs.

“I don't need to be undressed to do this,” He murmured softly,his hands gripping your thighs. You closed your eyes as you felt him slowly peel away your panties, feeling his gaze on you. It was already driving you crazy, your body desperately wanting more, but at the same time you found yourself enjoying that he was taking his time, giving you so much attention.

When you felt Kerry's hands gently moving along your thighs you let out a soft breath, your chest tightening as he placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh. You were sure neither of you had moved so slowly since you sparked your relationship back up again.

Not that it was a bad thing, of course. You were snatching moments where you could, in his bedroom or yours, in your truck, and that very enjoyable time when he dropped by the garage to pick you up and you got a little delayed. You couldn't quite meet Mrs. Davenport's eyes when you dropped her car back.

But now..now it was like there was nobody else in the world but the two of you, Kerry wasn't having to hold his hand over your mouth to cover up your moans, you didn't have the thrill of potentially being caught, but you did have Kerry between your legs, licking a slow stripe up your soaked core.

A moan escaped your lips and you relished not having to hide it. Your hands found the sheets as you let the moans fall freely. Kerry seemed content to keep a slow pace, taking you apart a little at a time, and your protests died in your mouth, replaced by ragged breaths and moans.

“So pretty,” Kerry murmured softly, and you slowly opened your eyes as you felt him slowly rub his fingers over your clit, spreading you open as he moved down. His eyes met yours and you felt like you could die happily in that moment as he smiled at you.

“All mine, ain't you darlin’?”

“Yeah,” You managed after a moment, your heart racing. “All yours baby.”

Your head fell back against the pillow as he slowly pushed his finger into you, his tongue slowly swirling over your clit. You wanted to tell him how good it felt, how you wanted, needed more, but the words couldn't get out, your mind swimming and your body crying out.

Emotion and tiredness and desire all melted together within you, and felt like you could cry as Kerry pushed another finger inside you, crooking the digits as they found that wonderful spongy spot inside you.

“Oh god,” You moaned, your hand falling over your forehead. “Kerry..I..please..”

You were sure you heard him murmur something like “I got you baby” but the building wave in your stomach grabbed your attention as it began to crescendo, a cry escaping your lips as Kerry worked you open.

It took a moment for the breath to settle back into your body, your heart hammering in your chest. Kerry lapped you up, and you whined at your own sensitivity while loving the feeling nonetheless. You reached down and touched his arm, wanting him closer, needing his arms around you.

Kerry moved slowly, your hands reaching out to touch his arms when he was finally above you, trying to steady yourself.

“Please tell me I can undress you now,” You murmured softly, your hands moving to the top button of his shirt. “Don't torture me..”

“Go ahead,” Kerry grinned, watching as your fingers moved to undo his bow tie, the material gathered around your hand as you unbuttoned his shirt. You hadn't had time to take his shirt off earlier, you relished in being able to freely.

“I love you,” You murmured softly as you slid the shirt down Kerry's arms. “You know that, I know, I just like reminding you.”

“I know,” Kerry smiled, getting his shirt all the way off before meeting your eyes. “And you know that I love you. Always have. Always will.”

“I always have too,” You smiled, hands moving to unbutton his pants. “I always will..you're it for me. Nobody gives me what you do, makes me feel the way you do.”

“You mean..like this?” Kerry asked, leaning down to kiss you and grinning into it as you gasped. You felt his hand move on top of yours, helping you push down his pants.

“Exactly like that,” You murmured softly, resting your forehead against Kerry's. “Just need you to do one thing..”

You gripped his shoulders, pushing him over onto his back.

“There, perfect,” You grinned, leaning over to pull his pants all the way off and dropping them to the floor before looking back at him.

“I think I should just keep you here forever. It suits you.”

“You won't hear me complaining,” Kerry smiled, holding his hand out to you. “C'mere angel.”

You took his hand, moving forward til you were straddling his lap. The friction of his shorts against your bare core was heavenly, your hips shifting a little.

“Comfortable?” Kerry asked, a teasing tone in his voice as he gently stroked his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Very,” You nodded, a soft moan escaping you as you moved again, biting your lip at the sensation.

“I was gonna take ‘em off but maybe not yet,” Kerry mused, moving his free hand to your hip.

“No,” You breathed, your hand moving to the waistband of his shorts. “I need to feel you. Please.”

Kerry gave you a nod before you pulled the shorts down, his hard cock springing free and resting against his stomach.

“Fuck,” You murmured softly, gently gripping Kerry's election and giving it a few slow strokes before lining yourself up and sinking down slowly.

“Oh god,” You moaned, your eyes falling closed as your head tilted back. “Mm..”

When you were filled completely, Kerry wanted no time in sitting up and wrapping his arms around you before flipping you onto your back. He took your hands on his and held them above your head, pushing deeper into you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, wanting him as close as possible.

“You're everything, you know that?” Kerry murmured softly, leaning on to kiss your neck as you arched your back. “So perfect..my good girl..”

You slowly tugged your hand from Kerry's, moving it to grip his hair as his fingers deftly moved to your breast, thumb rolling over your nipple.

“I shouldn't let it affect me so much,” You moaned softly, your hand in Kerry's squeezing tightly. “But..fuck..”

“It's okay,” Kerry murmured, sucking a mark onto your collarbone as he thrust into you harder. “You can enjoy it, being such a good girl for me..”

“Mm,” You nodded, your eyes rolling back as Kerry hit that spot inside you, your hands gripping his hair. “Yes, I..”

“You what, baby?” Kerry asked, his lips trailing kisses back up your neck as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“I..I love being your good girl,” You moaned, legs falling apart as Kerry began fucking into you harder, deeper. “Please..”

“I got you, darling,” Kerry moved his hand to grab your thigh, holding it up and open, your eyes clenching shut as you felt the wave build.

“Hey, eyes on me, angel.”

You felt like you could let go then and there, your eyes opening to meet Kerry's. You could feel the desire in his gaze, the want and the passion and the all consuming love that had you wanting to wrap your arms around him and never let go.

Everything fell away as you cried out, eyes rolling back as you saw stars, felt Kerry's warm touch and heard his sweet words somewhere in your mind, feeling him fill you with warmth.

It took a moment to come back down to earth, turning on your side slowly and wrapping yourself around Kerry. He wrapped around you instantly, placing soft kisses to your forehead and whispering to you about how good you were, how perfect and beautiful and wonderful.

It wouldn't always end in such a way, where you had time to heap praise and embrace each other. At least not for a while. But in that moment, there was nothing else, just the two of you, in your perfect moment.

#the iron claw #the iron claw fanfiction #the iron claw fic #kerry von erich #kerry von erich x reader #kerry von erich x you #jeremy allen white #jaw #plotless #entirely plotless #self indulgence at its finest

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silassinclair · 1 year

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Michael's Girl PT. 3 \\ PolyLostBoys + Michael x Reader

Summary: You're put to the test by David to see if you are truly worthy of being a vampire. And you witness a horror you could never imagine. CW: Blood, Gore, Vampires being Vampires

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Tonight was a night of celebration. Music blasted from Paul's boombox, Dwayne was doing skate tricks around the fountain, and Marko had returned with some food.

"Chinese again? Seriously? You better not be do what I think you're gonna do David." Michael said and looked over at the leader with an annoyed look.

David only shrugged. "What Michael? Worried your little girlfriend really isn't up for it?"

Michael glared at the blonde. Meanwhile you looked back and forth at the two in confusion. What exactly did David do to Michael? Your boyfriend didn't go into specifics with his whole vampire transformation process but you assumed it wasn't fun.

"She'll take whatever you throw at her, trust me. She's tougher than she looks. Brave too." Michael smiled pridefully and kissed your head.

David looks you in the eyes as he ushers for Marko to come forward with the food. "I can tell Michael. After all she did walk into a vampires den knowing full well the dangers of it all. She'll fit into our pack perfectly if she can pass my tests."

Marko handed everyone a white box carton of rice and noodles. While Michael ate his noodles with a fork you used chopsticks like David.

"So Y/n, how do those worms taste huh?"

The girl looked down at her open box of noodles, or rather, wiggling earth worms. She felt like she wanted to gag, she just ate one! But it didn't taste like worms, it still tasted like noodles. This had to be some kind of trick, most likely why Michael looked bothered when Marko brought back Chinese food.

You look up at David with a smirk of your own. "They taste divine David."

Vampires were still a mystery to you. But you assumed that some vampires had special abilities. Meaning that this was most likely an illusion created by David to scare you. However it didn't work, you saw right through it.

Taking another bite of the "worms" Paul and Dwayne started laughing.

"Damn! Tough chick dude. She didn't even gag. Unlike our buddy Mikey here, remember the first time David fucked with your head and made you think you were eating maggots? You coughed that shit up so quick!" Paul said while pointing his fork at Michael. Michael only rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. I didn't know alright?"

David smiles as he continues to eat his food. “You got guts girlie. You passed my first test. It’ll only get more difficult from here on…”

This week has been absolute INSANITY for me. First David makes me hang off the bottom of a bridge while a train comes by and I FALL but luckily he catches me, and second… Well second is about to happen soon I think.

I’m holding onto Michael while he follows along with the rest of the boys on their bikes. No one told me where we were going but only that this was one of the final tests. And I was nervous. Eventually we reach a clearing in the woods ways outside of the boardwalk. A giant bonfire is lit and surf nazi punks are dancing around the giant flames as a boombox plays music.

The boys and Michael get off their bikes and climb up a tree to scout out the surf nazis.

Less fluidly and easily as them I also climb up the tree. Dwayne sees me struggle and takes my hand to help pull me up the rest of the way.

“Thanks..” I mutter. He only nods.

I feel Michael's hands grab my hips and he helps move me so I sit next to him on a large branch. The other boys stand menacingly, their eyes glow in as they look at the flames of the bonfire the surf nazis dance around.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. Michael gives me a sympathetic look and I know that something bad is about to happen.

"This is your second to final test." David says with his signature sly smirk. "Let's see if you can handle what you're about to witness."

"After all-" Paul cuts in, "This is gonna be your everyday life. So don't get queasy on us okay dolly?"

I nod nervously. The tension grows tight around me. The five boy's auras have changed, I can feel it. Something is different. I look up worriedly at Michael only to gasp slightly when I see his vampiric face again. I look around at the others, all of their features sharp, eyes yellow, and teeth pointed.

They were gonna eat these people.

Right in front of me.

"Let's go boys!" David hollers and in the blink of an eye all five of them swoop down and pounce on their victims. Blood flies, flesh rips, heads roll. The scene was absolutely vile. The boys ate like animals, they didn't hesitate to rip limbs and let the blood fly. Michael however ate more neatly, for my sake most likely. Frozen I was, perched up on the branch where I sat.

My mind felt blank. Watching people of my own species get torn apart by pure predators. Human kind was the top of the food chain, but tonight proved to me otherwise.

When every nazi was dead all the boys but Michael cheered. Blood covered their clothes and gore and bones scattered about. My heart was racing and I knew they could hear it. It thumped like a battle drum, and I was ready to surrender that battle and run away. My legs had a mind of their own and screamed at me to run. Run away from the danger.

But my mind knew better. If I ran now then I would fail. And if I fail then I fail Michael and our relationship. I can't back down now, not after all I went through.

I hop down from the tree and approach Michael. My legs shake for every step I take closer to where the massacre occurred. I feel the crunch of bone snap under my shoe and I flinch.

"Y/n are you okay?" Michael asks worriedly. His face was morphed back to his human one, but blood was still smeared across his lips and the hands that held me.

My mind felt like it was floating away, but Michael caught it and brought it back to me with a kiss to my cheek. Snapping out of it I shakily reply, "I-I'm fine... After all this is what I'm gonna see for the rest of eternity right? So I better get used to it." I laugh light heartily.

"The sound of your heartbeat says otherwise." David says. He stands behind me with his three brothers beside him. Their hair is disheveled and even more blood coats their clothing and skin.

Michael gently holds me to him, his arms around me protectively hugging me to his waist. "She passed the test David, she didn't scream or run off. And it's only natural for her to be afraid, so give it a damn break."

"Oooo" Marko giggles, "Mikey's defending his girl. We've never seen you so ticked off before."

Paul and Dwayne laugh too but are silenced by David. "He's right. She passed, but let's see if she'll change her mind after seeing what she saw tonight."

You couldn't sleep. Even with Michael holding you protectively under the covers you still couldn't sleep. How could you? Every time you closed your eyes you heard the screams of men and saw their parts ooze and fly. Flashes of the boys and their vampiric faces, their teeth sinking into the flesh of human beings.

"Baby..." Michael said tiredly. His rough hands rubbed up and down your bare arm. "Your heartbeat is loud... What's wrong?" Michael says as he rubs the sleep form his eyes.

"What do you mean 'what is it?'" You say with a firm frown. "I saw people die tonight Michael. I know I shouldn't be fazed by it but I am! I'm scared!"

Your boyfriend leans up and tries to look at your face, but you're turned away.

"Please look at me baby. Don't turn your back to me now. Especially not now."

You turn around to face him and he softens. You've been crying. Red swollen eyes and puffy cheeks.

"Don't tell yourself that you have to not feel fazed. Because it's your human instinct telling you something is wrong, and that's okay. Let yourself be scared, let yourself cry, I'll be here for you the whole way through okay?"

Letting out a shaken breath you let yourself crumble against Michael's bear chest. Broken hiccups and sobs escape your lips and Michael combs his fingers through your hair.

"Shhh shhh shhh, it's okay baby. You're gonna be okay. I know you're scared, I understand because I've been there too. But it won't be so bad, I won't leave your side okay?"

You nod against Michael's chest, not wanting to be even a millimeter apart from him.

"I know I can do this Michael... But I don't have it in me to take someone's life."

Michael thinks for a moment. Until he calms your nerves by gently petting your head. "I think I have a temporary solution." Michael says.

"Like what?"

"Well, what if for the first weeks that you're a vampire, I'll make the kills for you? All you have to do is eat what I kill. You can do that right?"

"Uhm." You think for a moment. Eating people was okay to you if you were a vampire, that part didn’t gross you out like you expected it would. Just the killing factor frightened you.

“That’ll work.” You respond with a hesitant smile. “But will David be okay with that?”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Screw David. If my girl wants to take it slow and easy for her first weeks of being a vampire then she can. David can go crawl in his cave and pout all he wants for all I care.” His hands caress your face, fingertips gliding along all his favorite features.

You place a kiss to his fingers when they glide across your lips. “Thank you Michael. What would I do without you?”

He only smiles and brings your face forward for a warm kiss.

You woke up not to the sun, but instead sunset. Michael also rose and stretched with a yawn.

“Hey baby, sunrise and shine.” He says with a corny grin.

Instead of getting up like your boyfriend you hide under his bedsheets. “I’m never gonna get used to your vampire schedule.”

He laughs lightly and kisses your hair that peeks from the top of your sheets. “That’s what I thought at first, but soon enough you’ll adjust just fine. Now come on baby, we gotta go to the cave and meet the guys to see if you’re ready to drink from the bottle.”

You assumed the bottle he was talking about was the bottle of blood he was tricked into drinking.

"So it really is blood huh?" You say and poke your head out through the bundle of blankets you took sanctuary under.

Giving you a sad smile Michael embraces you through the bundle of blankets you're under, making you get warm fast.

"Mhm. Yeah it's true sweetheart. But it isn't so bad. Maybe you can take a hit off of Paul's blunt to make it not as bad? That's what I did at least." Michael grins cockily as he rocks you back and forth.

"Michaeeelll" You whine, "I'm still nervous."

In one sudden motion he rips the blankets off of you making you scream and curl in on yourself to keep whatever warmth you still have inside. Suddenly your boyfriend huffs and picks you up with his strength.

"Michael stop it! Put me down you big stud!" Though you're smacking him to put you down your laughter counters your physical attacks on him.

"No can do baby, gotta shake the nerves outta you."

Michael then holds you like a bride and rocks you back and forth like a baby, making you blush embarrassingly bright.

"Okay okay stop rocking me! I'm not a baby you buffoon!" You start to flail around more in his arms making him grunt and plop you down onto the bed.

Michael gives you his million dollar smile and quietly asks, "You feeling better now?"

Sitting on your knees you sit up and press a soft kiss to Michael's chin. "Yeah, you're little therapy worked surprisingly. I'm surprised I didn't get motion sick!"

Michael rolls his eyes and grabs your hands to help you off the bed in one swift swoop.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's get you turned babe."

(sorry this was short yall. Kinda rushed and I wanted to get David's silly shenanigans out of the way. Not proof read btw.)

#the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys

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multifandomworldsposts · 7 months

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Day 30 of Kinktober: Michael Emerson Is a Lost Boy

pairing: Michael Emerson x fem!reader

warning: making out, hickeys, blow job, unprotected sex

Y/N’s POV

The boys and I are going to the pier to walk around, Laddie and I notices a concert so we go see what’s going on. While being there, there’s this boy looking at me, I kinda ignore him and try to enjoy the concert. I dance a little and I notice the boy still staring at me.

Laddie and I leave the concert and walked around a bit, I look behind me and the boy is following us. Laddie and I go to find the boys, Laddie wanted to go home but I wanted to stay a little more, I walk around and see the boy again looking at the ear pierce station.

“It’s a rip-off.” I whisper in his ear and walked away.

He follows me, “Hi.”

“If you want your ear pierced, I’ll do it.” I say still walking.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” I answer.

“You folks, too huh?” He says.

“What’re you mean?” I look at him.

“Ex-hippies. I came this close to being called moonbeam or something like that. But Y/N is great.” He says.

I giggle.

“My name is Michael.” He says.

“Michael. Michael’s great. I like Michael.” I answer.

He chuckles.

“You wanna get something to eat?” He says.

“Okay.” I answer.

I follow him to his motorcycle but the boys rode their motorcycles to us.

“Where’re you going Y/N?” David questions.

“For a ride. This is Michael.” I answer honestly.

“Let’s go.” Michael says making me almost getting on his motorcycle.

“Y/N.” David says.

I look at him, I look at Michael, I get on David’s motorcycle. I can tell Michael looks pissed.

“You know where Hudson’s Bluff is overlooking the point?” David sarcastically asked.

“I can’t beat your bike.” Michael says.

“You don’t have to beat me, Michael. You just have to try and keep up.” David says.

I’m nervous what’s gonna happen. The boys speed up and rode on the beach. I keep on looking back where Michael is. I giggle on what’s going on. David keeps on urging Michael to go faster, including myself. Michael falls off his bike and notices where on a cliff.

“What the hell are you doing huh?!” Michael yells and punches David in the face.

“Stop!” I yell.

“Just you, come on! Just you!” Michael says.

The boys are trying to hold Michael down.

“How far are you willing to go, Michael?” David asked.

We go to our bat cave and I can tell Michael looks kinda scared. I mean I am as well, but what’s going to happen tonight.

“Marko, food.” David asks and made Michael sit somewhere.

I go to my bed and sits down, I get nervous, what’s going to happen?

Marko gets chinese food and gives the food to the rest of the boys.

“How are those maggots?” David says.

Michael looks confused.

“Maggots. You’re eating maggots m. How do they taste?” David says.

Michael looks down and almost throws up.

“Leave him alone.” I say.

The boys keep laughing at him. Michael looks at the mess he made and sees rice. I feel bad for him. The boys kept on touting him which made me feel uncomfortable.

“That’s enough.” I say standing up.

They stop, I walk up next to Michael, David opens the bottle and drinks a little of it and hands Michael the bottle.

“Drink some of this, Michael. Be one of us.” David says.

Michael takes the bottle and I walk up to him and says, “Don’t. You don’t have to, Michael.”

“It’s blood.” I say to him but Michael ignores me and drinks it.

I take Laddie to bed, when I sit on my bed I look at Michael, He’s turning into a vampire but he doesn’t see it.

TWO DAYS LATER

I try to sleep until I hear someone running into the cave, I look who it is and it’s Michael.

“Y/N!” He yells.

I hear glass being thrown on the ground. “Michael?” I walk up to him.

“What’s happening to me Y/N.” He says approaching me.

“Michael. I can’t tell you. I don’t know how to help you.” I hug him.

“What’s happening?” He asks.

I look at him and I start to kiss him. He kisses my neck, I start to moan, he picks me up and takes me to my bed, I sit up and he sits in front of me. He undresses me, I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He makes me lay down and gets on top of me. We begin to make out, he gives me hickeys, I tug on his hair which made him growl. He gives me kisses all over my body, I gasp. I make myself get on top of him and give him kisses on his body as well. I begin to blow him which made him moan loudly. I keep on going, he tugs on my hair, I feel his cum inside my mouth, so I swallow every bit of it. Eventually, him and I made love, him going in and out of me, me screaming his name, us making noises, and him fingering me.

I think he’s better than David, just saying.

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The CPA and SSA- Part One

part one part two part three

Aaron Hotchner x Accountant! reader

Summary- The case they're currently working on has gotten bad, the unsub has been stalking the team and they need a safe place to stay. Luckily, Aaron has a girlfriend in Alexandria that he has yet to tell the team about.

Contents/ warnings; description of cases, a little bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, just overall kinda fluffy and sweet :)

AN: I want to get back into writing and this is one of those maladaptive daydreams I use to fall asleep <33. I just love the idea of Aaron dating someone super stable and having a domestic little life. this is probably gonna be a 3 part series :)

Also if you're anything like me you love Zillow, this is the house I'm kinda basing this off of

Send me asks and requests! im happy to do blurbs on characters from CM and MCU :)

The team was split up into two SUVs. In the first, Aaron, Spencer, and Derek. The second, David, JJ, and Emily. Hotch furrowed his brows, weighing his options of where to take the team to be safe. They were all sleep deprived and hungry. He ran through the scenarios of a hotel, motel, cabin, safe house.

Finally, he thought of your place. The cozy mismatched furniture, the smell of spices always radiating, the music always quietly playing in the background. He let out a huff and glanced at Reid in the front seat, who called shotgun much to Derek’s dismay, before looking back at the road “Spencer, grab my phone and call the most recent number.” Spencer gave him a confused look, but obeyed the order. “Hey- uh, who's-” he was interrupted by a voice coming through the car speaker

It was a rather calm evening at your house. You knew that Aaron was caught up with a case and weren't expecting to hear from him for a while. Putting on some classical music, you poured yourself a glass of red wine and began to cook dinner. Heating up the frozen Tikka Masala sauce you stored in your freezer for lazy evenings like these, you began to chop up some chicken to put in the sauce when your music got paused by an incoming call.

You walked over and struggled to answer it with your elbow, so as to not contaminate your phone. Shocked to see Aaron as the Caller ID, you say “wait one second, honey bun, lemme put you on speaker my hands are covered in chicken” you let out a giggle as you finally were able to select the right button on the screen.

“Hey, sorry to call you out of the blue.” He stated, in a serious tone you'd only heard him use when he was called in for a case “Is everything alright, honey? You can always call me, you know that.” you frowned at the phone, going back to cutting up the chicken. “We -uh need somewhere to lay low, just the night is fine. You can say no, but” he looked through the rearview mirror at both Derek and Spencer.

His shoulders relaxed and his voice softened to the Aaron that you're used to “I miss you. I really need to see you” He sighed “Reid, text the rest of the team that we are going to Alexandria.” Spencer gave a curt nod and pulled out his own phone, texting JJ.

“Have y'all eaten yet?” You asked simply, like this was every other time he called you driving home from work. Like your heart wasn’t gonna beat out of your chest at the idea of him being in immediate danger

“What?” He asked, shocked at your casual response.

“Have y'all eaten? I'm making food and I need to know if I have to make more.” You said, washing your hands and pulling out the rest of the chicken breasts you had. He smiled at the console “No, love. We haven't. nothing sounds better than your cooking. What're you making?” Derek and Reid gave each other wide-eyed looks.

“Jus’ some chicken curry, rice and I'll heat up some of that naan I made with Jack. You better watch out, he's getting to be a better cook than you” You sneered playfully as you did the math in your head over how many cups of rice you needed to feed six starving FBI agents.

He chuckled “I believe you. I was never any good in the kitchen. We'll be there in about 20 minutes, alright?” You squinted at the phone then sighed “yeah that's fine, it won't be done as soon as you get here, but you won't have to wait too long after. Next time you're getting hunted by a serial killer, give me a heads-up so I can cook a fancier meal for your colleagues. You're lucky I haven't changed into my pajamas yet, Mr. Hotchner.”

“That's fine, thank you again, Honey. I promise I will. I love you” He said, grimacing in preparation for the stampede of questions heading his way “I love you too, darling. I'll see you in 20.” You said, starting to rush in order to have dinner ready. He hung up and was surprised by the silence.

“Okay. I know you're dying to ask about her. Go ahead.” His signature frown sank back into his face. Derek smirked and crossed his arms “Nah. I’ll wait until Rossi, Prentiss, and JJ find out. Plus, I have a feeling that your girl is a lot more open” he grinned. Aaron shot him a stern look “I'm regretting this.” His shoulder crept their way back up into their usual tense position.

You heard a loud knock on the door, frazzled by the sudden noise while caught up in the chaos of cooking, you walked towards it hesitantly. You looked through the peephole to see Aaron staring at the door and the other five agents looking at your house, no doubt profiling you off of it. You opened the door with a wide smile, giving Aaron a small kiss on the cheek as you were unsure how affectionate he wanted to be in front of his coworkers.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly before placing a kiss on your forehead and letting you go “Thank you again, really. This is the team, Dr. Reid, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, and JJ.” He motioned to each of them then moved inside and hung up his jacket like he always did. “Go stir the curry and check on the rice! I don't want it burning I'm not going out to get more food tonight!”

You looked away from him and at the rest of the team who were standing on your porch like deer in headlights. You tilted your head and flashed the same wide smile “Please, come in. Make yourselves at home. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.” You watched them as they walked in and looked at each other, then the rest of your home. The older gentleman who you assumed was Rossi spoke up first “How long have you been seeing each other?” You shrugged, leading them into the living room

“about three-ish years now. Aaron told me what had happened to- you know. He didn't want to risk anything like that happening again. Which is why I'm shocked that he brought you here. It must be bad, isn't it?” You sighed, sitting on the armrest of a chair and looking at all of their faces

“It's certainly not pretty. ” JJ said, sitting on the couch across from you. You nodded “relax, don't think about it anymore. I’ll go make sure your boss isn't burning down my house.” You gave them a tight-lipped smile and walked into the kitchen. Staying in the doorway, you watched Aaron tend to the food. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie was tossed on the breakfast table. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, placing your cheek against his back “you shoulda given ‘em a heads up. They're lookin at me like I'm a fish that grew legs” you laughed, letting go of him to grab bowls to put the food in.

“Yeah, I'm sorry. I wanted to introduce you to them in a better way, but if we weren't here we’d be at a hotel and I don't think any of us would've been able to sleep. Your house is just so. Comforting. I like it better here than in my apartment. Jack does too.” You grinned at the plate “which one of them, are we gonna put in Jack's room here?” You asked

“Whoever asks the most inappropriate question.” He states in his usual, monotone voice. You gathered all of the spoons into the stack of bowls and began to carefully walk to the dining room, pausing for a moment to bask in the domesticity of it all. Aaron cooking, his friends coming over after work. If he wasn’t being hunted down, it would be perfect.

You set the table and walked back to the kitchen where you see Aaron fanning a pan with a dish towel. “Oh good lord, move, agent” you laughed, pushing past him to get to the stove as you turned it off and threw whatever was left of the burned piece of naan out the back door so as to not set off the fire alarm. You huffed and set the pan in the sink, looking at him with a hand on your hip.

He looked like a guilty puppy, head down, but his eyes looking up to meet yours. You bit back and smile, shaking your head “I don't know how you've gotten this far in life, Aaron. Truly.” You say, closing the distance between you too, and pressing a kiss to his temple. He hummed “I have you to take care of me” a grin broke out across your face as you placed a hand on his chest.

You heard hushed whispering and shuffling of feet before you looked at the doorway and saw the entire team trying to fit in the cramped space to see after-work Aaron that you're accustomed to. Laughter bubbled out of you as you watched them bicker like siblings. “Who are you and what have you done with Hotch?” Emily asked, wagging a finger at you playfully. “It's like watching a feral cat be domesticated” Spencer muttered to JJ. you held your hands up in surrender. “I didn't do anything! Now all of you are sitting at the table, dinner is almost ready.” You shooed them toward the dining room

A knock at the door startled the both of you. You looked at him and motioned him to stay where he was, stepping on his foot to keep it from moving as you bent down and pulled the gun from his ankle. You took off the safety and held it behind your back. You looked through the peephole at an eccentrically dressed blonde woman. You cocked the gun and opened the door with a smile “Hi, Can I help you?” You asked, watching as she looked over your shoulder “Yeah, I'm looking for my team” she said “this is the address Morgan sent me”

You heard footsteps coming behind you and putting the safety back on the gun “Down, girl.” He mumbled, putting a hand on your lower back “Yes, Garcia. Come in." Aaron said, taking the gun back and putting it back in the holster “This is Penelope, our technical analyst.” Penelope grinned widely at you “oh hotch, you big softie. I can't believe you managed to keep her from me! Everyone else I get but me? I'm impressed” she said, walking in. You shook your head and smiled at the ground “the rest of 'em are in the dining room, you can join them I'm just about to bring the food out.”

You looked at Aaron and grinned “I like your team” he scoffed “Yeah, until they start grilling you.”

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*These weren't necessarily written and/or posted in January, but that's when I read them so lol*

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥Aphelion (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @oscarseyebrow

Salt and Sky (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @clints-lucky-arrow

Pretending (or not) (Cassian Andor x Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Taking Flight (Modern!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Undoing (College!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar

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Risky Kiss (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dailyreverie

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I'm Scared / 🔥Safe and Sound (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

You Are In Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite

Triple Frontier

🔥Illicit Affair (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

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Home is a Person (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @tropes-and-tales

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Fairy Godmother (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @tropes-and-tales

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Moon Knight

Nocturnal | To Be Alone (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @moonlight-prose

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A Simple Misunderstanding (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Do You Want to Dance? (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Ex Machina

Amende Honorable (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @laters-gators

The Last of Us

🔥Mule (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @laters-gators

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Tulsa King

🔥Just Like That (Mitch Keller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

The Bourne Legacy

Long Promised Road (David/Outcome 3 x Reader) - @nowritingonthewall

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Invitation to Ladies' Night

Season One Episode Six

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 3093

Series Masterlist

Summary: Now that she’s met the team, the reader gets invited to a girl’s night out with the ladies of the BAU. Her boyfriend and her brother talk about the future.

Notes: I continue to love writing this story and I hope you guys enjoy it too! As always, your feedback keeps me going, so never be afraid to message me or leave a reply!

The sweet treat crunched between your teeth. The well deserved peaceful moment was filled with the sounds of alien attacks, people in peril, and a gear-turning time machine.

“I hate to break it to you,” you said, mouthful of rice crispy. “But I think I’m in love with David Tennant.”

Spencer’s eyes remained glued to the screen. “Who isn’t?” He picked up another rice crispy treat and quickly discarded the wrapper.

You didn’t even want to think about how many you’d eaten already. The two of you had spent the entire afternoon watching this sci-fi show Spence loved and, you had to admit, you were really digging it as well. Deep down, you always were a bit of a nerd.

With your dissertation defense having gone well, you were on course to graduate in just a few weeks. Spencer had dedicated the entire day to celebrating with you- unless he got a call, which thankfully, he hadn’t yet. He was all yours.

The episode’s credits rolled and you snuggled closer to him. “So,” you placed a soft kiss on his collarbone. "What else is on the agenda for today?”

He took another bite of his snack. “There’s a new exhibit at the art museum I thought we could check out and then I have a very special dinner planned at an undisclosed location.” He drew out the last two words teasingly. He knew the anticipation would drive you crazy all day, but he wanted it to be a surprise.

“Always shrouded in mystery, Dr. Reid,” you giggled. You pulled yourself up to kiss him on the lips, deeply and wantonly.

He held your face his his hands, his long fingers sending sparks through your entire body.

“You know, soon-to-be-Dr. Y/L/N,” he mumbled in between kisses. “It’s hard to believe we avoided this for half a year.”

You played with the buttons on his shirt and smirked. “That’s because we’ve been making up for it.” You kissed his lips again, then his jaw, then the spot on his neck just below his ear. You’d gotten half his shirt undone when his cell phone started to ring.

You both groaned and you let your head fall against his shoulder. He answered, said a few words to JJ, and sighed.

“I have to go.” His big brown eyes filled with disappointment and guilt. “I’m really sorry. We’ll go to dinner as soon as I get back.”

“It’s okay, Spencer,” you said, running a hand through his hair. “Go stop some bad guys for me.” You pulled him in for one more kiss. “Oh! And tell everyone hi for me.”

“I will.” His hand lingered on your cheek and his eyes remained on yours until he finally was able to break himself away. He grabbed his bag off of the back of your chair and turned back for one last look on his way out of the door.

How much of your relationship had existed only in the ‘in between’ moments of his life? He’d be relaxed and reading to you one moment and the next he’d be in life-threatening situations with the darkest minds out there. He loved you. He loved his job. How could he build a life that would allow both?

Every time your phone rang, your heart stopped. When Spencer and Aaron were on a case, your mind would always jump to the worst case scenario. One of them was hurt or captured or dead. Your thoughts swirled around images of Spencer’s chest covered in stab wounds or a bullet hole in your brother’s forehead. Sometimes, you’d dream about both of them dying in front of you and you were powerless to stop it.

One thing you never worked out in therapy was your overly-graphic imagination.

But this time, when you answered the phone, you were greeted by the bubbly tone of Penelope Garcia.

“Fount of all knowledge, is this Dr. Y/L/N speaking?”

You laughed. “It’s not doctor yet, Agent Garcia.”

“Ew, no, call me Penelope, sweetie,” she said. “And from the way Reid was bragging about you today, it might as well be.” Her tone was teasing, but affectionate, and her words made your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. He bragged about you?

“How did you even get my number?” You wondered.

“Did I not say I’m the fount of all knowledge?” You could practically hear her smirk. “But anyway, that’s not why I called. The ladies of the BAU are getting together after this case and you are invited- nay- required to join us. There’ll be drinking, dancing, shopping- it's going to be the perfect girl’s night out.”

“That sounds great!” You exclaimed, your excitement clouding your judgment.

“Perfect. I will send you the details as soon as the team finishes the case.” She squealed, “This is going to be so much fun, I promise.”

It wasn’t until you hung up that you let it sink in. If drinking was part of the agenda, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why you weren’t joining in. What would they think? Would they disapprove? The young genius of the team dating a recovering alcoholic certainly can’t be what they had expected.

“Maybe I should cancel,” you said to yourself. “But she seemed so excited, I don’t want to seem rude. And the fact that they invited me is a step in the right direction, right? I mean, they wouldn’t have invited me to their super cool female agent night if they didn’t like me. Plus, there are plenty of recovering alcoholics in the FBI, so it’s not like I’ll be some freak. Oh god, what if they think I’m a freak? They have to know about my mom by now. What if they ask me questions? What if they ask me questions and I don’t know how to answer them and I just start rambling like I am right now.”

You stopped and reminded yourself that you had to breathe every once in a while or else you would pass out. Your feet stopped their pacing and you forced yourself to calm down.

“Graduation stress?” Your co-worker, Lyla, stood in your office door.

“Something like that,” you exasperated. You looked around at the boxes engulfing your office.

She clicked her tongue. “We sure are going to miss you around here. It was nice having such a young face around that I didn’t have to teach.” You both laughed.

You were the youngest teacher that the community college you taught at had ever had. Ever since you were a teenager, your whole life had been fast tracked. Getting your undergrad at 20,teaching at 22, and now, everything you’d worked towards was coming together. You’d even already gotten a new job as a forensic psychologist in the city. You would mostly be used as an expert witness for court, but you’d also be conducting your own research, doing interviews, and helping come up with ideas to prevent violent crimes in the future.

“I’ll miss you too, Lyla,” you said. She was the only teacher who actually liked you. Everyone else just saw you as an overly ambitious kid. You closed up another box. “If you were invited out by your boyfriend’s coworkers for a ‘ladies night,’ what would you wear?”

“Like, the FBI agents?”

“Yeah.”

Lyla just laughed and shook her head. “You’re on your own. Suits scare me. Even the female ones.” She waved goodbye and you listened to her heels click down the hall.

The case was solved, but his mind wasn’t any more relieved of the questions swarming it than when they started. Everyone on the team took notice of Reid’s frustration. Morgan tried talking to him about it, but he’d just shrugged him off and said everything was fine. By the flight back, everyone had seemed to decide to leave him alone for now.

“You seem distracted,” Hotch noted, taking the seat across from Reid.

“Do I?” Reid kept his gaze out of the plane window. The clouds blocked any view of the ground. Still, he imagined you down there, somewhere. Ridiculous, really. They wouldn’t be over Virginia for another two hours.

“Did something happen?”

Spencer sighed. “I just don’t know how you did it.”

“How I did what?”

“Have a life outside of all of this? I mean, yes I had hobbies before and things I enjoyed that didn’t involve serial killers,” he said. “But having a relationship is different. I tried planning something nice to celebrate Y/N finishing her dissertation and I ended up here. I know she understands but…”

“You’re afraid of disappointing her.”

He looked over at his superior. “Yeah.” Spencer’s fingers locked together and then apart, repeating this motion in front of him. “I don’t want her to just be part of the in between moments. I want Y/N to know that she is more than that for me.” He let his hands fall to his lap, his gaze following. “I love her.”

Hotch didn’t have to listen to his tone or analyze his body language to know he was sincere. Spencer didn’t let down his walls for just anyone. He also knew that Y/N wouldn’t have let it get this far if she didn’t feel the same way. And that’s what worried him so much. He cared deeply about both of them and the unfortunate likelihood was they’d both end up hurt. He, of all people on the plane, knew that the best.

“I don’t think I’m the one you want for advice,” Hotch finally said after a long silence.

“But you’re the only one who will be honest with me.”

Hotch leaned back in the seat, giving him a curious look. “What makes you say that?"

Spencer swallowed and looked up. His eyes met Hotch’s with a sort of hopeless determination.

“Because you’re afraid I’ll disappoint her too.”

You offered to drive everyone as part of your excuse not to drink. Plus, Penelope said carpooling would allow the party to continue even in transportation. It didn’t make you any less nervous.

“Relax, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself. “You’re just hanging out with a bunch of very fun, very friendly women. And they can tell if something is wrong from a mile away so stop gripping the steering wheel so tight.” You let your fingers unclench and your shoulders settle back. “And stop talking to yourself.”

A hand tapped on your passenger side window, making you jump. JJ smiled back at you and you unlocked the door.

“Hey,” she greeted. Her warm demeanor helped ease the nerves still tightening your chest. “Are you ready for tonight? It’s going to be a blast.”

“I’ve been thinking about it all week.” Part excitement, part anxiety.

“Spence was telling everybody that you finished your dissertation,” she exclaimed. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks.” Penelope wasn’t kidding.

“I mean, that’s got to be exciting. What are you going to do now? Are you going to keep teaching?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Did Spencer tell you everything about me?”

She thought for a moment. “No, actually that one was Hotch. He likes to keep his private life separate from work, but every once in a while he’ll talk about his family. I can tell how proud he is of you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Thoughts of that scared teenage girl popped into your head. Once she’d learned about her FBI half-brother, all she wanted to do was be just like him. To make him proud.

You just smiled shyly and kept driving until you reached Emily’s apartment. Agent Prentiss intimidated you the most. From her dark, analyzing eyes to the way she held herself, you knew she would definitely tear you apart if you did anything to hurt her team. When she climbed into the backseat, her bright grin softened the harsh badass in your mind.

At least enough to not be afraid of her.

“Congratulations on your dissertation,” Emily beamed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Reid so excited about something that wasn’t handwriting analysis.”

JJ snickered. “She’s got a point. The man loves his letters.”

“And you’re getting what, two PhDs, right?” Emily asked.

“One in psychology and one in criminology.” You nodded. The two exchanged an impressed look.

“Wow, two PhDs by 24,” JJ awed. “I can see why you and Reid work so well.”

You just shrugged and turned the car down Penelope’s street. “I just knew what I wanted and worked hard to get there.”

Penelope was practically skipping down her sidewalk and she climbed into the backseat with Emily.

“Alright, the party can officially start,” she announced.

Everyone in the car cheered.

She clapped her hands together and started pointing you down the streets. “I know this great place that is having a karaoke night and we are so totally going to rock it.”

Everyone in the car groaned.

Penelope pouted. “Aw, come on guys, it’ll be so much fun!”

“Me standing in front of a bunch of people sounding like a dying cat does not sound like fun,” Emily said.

You looked in the rearview and saw Penelope’s frowning face and you just couldn’t say no. “I’m in.”

“Yay! You are my new favorite.”

With a little more persuading, the two of you were able to get Emily and JJ on board. If you were singing- albeit badly- you weren’t explaining.

The bar Penelope suggested was… almost empty. Except for a few people around in the booths, the place was pretty much dead.

“Nobody panic,” Penelope said, though her tone definitely held a copious amount of panic. “We will just have to be our own party. Come on.” She hooked her arms through yours and JJ’s and dragged you towards the bar. “Shots please!”

Your blood ran cold. Here it goes.

“Actually, can I just have a coke or something?” You asked. The bartender nodded and grabbed you a can from the fridge.

“Me too.”

Your head whipped over to JJ. She looked at the group with a wide smile.

“I guess now is as good a time as any. I already talked to Hotch on the plane and Spence overheard us, and you know how he is about secrets.” She laughed. “I’m pregnant.”

Penelope screamed in excitement and threw her arms around her. When she pulled away, her eyes locked on you and your coke.

Oh no.

She pointed a finger at you with wide eyes. “Wait, are you…”

“No,” you exclaimed, shaking your head frantically. “No, there is no baby Reid on the way.”

“I don’t think the world is ready for that just yet,” Emily teased. She grabbed her and Penelope’s drinks and the four of you picked out a booth near the little makeshift stage they’d made for karaoke. So far, no brave soul had picked up the mic.

No one asked what your reason for abstaining was.

The conversion made its way through baby names to new movies to worst dates.

“Oh, I definitely win this one,” you said, taking a sip of your soda.

“I don’t know, I’ve had some pretty awful ones,” Emily challenged.

You set down your glass and put your hands on the table. “Alright, I haven’t even told Spencer this yet, but my first boyfriend in college thought the best date for a freshly turned 18-year old would be calling at one in the morning to help him run through his lesson plans.”

All three of their jaws dropped.

“You dated one of your professors?” Penelope gasped.

You nodded. “Dr. Brian Calvin. For seven months.”

“Yeah,” Emily grimaced, holding up her glass for a cheers, “you definitely win.”

Everyone clinked their drinks together. Penelope downed the rest of hers.

“Okay, it is officially karaoke-o’clock. Who’s up first?”

With the other two falling silent, you tentatively raised your hand. She squealed and grabbed your hand, dragging you up the stage. She selected the song and turned back to you with a wink.

“Ready?”

You laughed. “I guess I have to be.” When the song started, you laughed even harder. You were still laughing when she started singing.

“Humidity is rising. Barometer’s getting low.”

You tried to join in, wincing at the feedback from your microphone.

“Keep going!” Emily cheered.

“Cause tonight for the first time.”

“Just about half past ten.”

“For the first time in history.”

You both pointed at the two women at the booth. “It’s gonna start raining men!”

About half way through the chorus, you’d coaxed them to join you and the four of you took over the stage for the next few hours, picking the cheesiest, funnest numbers you could find.

By the end of the night, you couldn’t remember what you’d been so nervous about.

Spencer jerked his hand away, the splinter stinging his thumb. He winced, pulling the sliver of wood out of his flesh. This was much harder than he thought it was going to be. He ducked back underneath the main surface, his thumb in his mouth to keep from getting blood on the shelves.

He was so focused on trying to get one particular screw screwed in that he didn’t hear the door open.

It was an odd sight, to be sure. Long legs stuck out from underneath what you could only assume was supposed to be a desk. A frustrated grunt made you giggle.

“What are you doing?”

Spencer sat up suddenly and smacked his head on the wood above him. You hurried over to help him up, trying not to laugh too hard. He put his hand on his forehead, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m building a desk,” he mumbled. “Or trying to anyway.”

You looked at him with confusion. “But you already have a desk.”

He wrapped his arms around you and sat down, pulling you into his lap. He rested his forehead against yours.

“I was building it for you.” His eyes gazed deeply into yours with a hopeful shyness. “That way, if you move in, you’ll have a place to do all of your work.”

Your eyes widened. “Spence, are you asking to move in together?”

The corner of his lips lifted for one of his adorable half smiles. “We go back and forth enough with our jobs and barely seeing each other. I don’t want you to just be back and forth,” he said. He kissed you sweetly and slowly. “Only if you want to, of course. If you want to stay at your place we can-”

You interrupted him, continuing the kiss as your answer.

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On to Episode Seven ->

#dr. spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #criminal minds imagines #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #criminal minds #the in betweens #bau ladies

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wallydarlingsnumber1 · 1 year

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[☁🫂]Nightmares(David x gender neutral!kid!reader ; camp camp)

Prompt: Gender neutral!kid!Reader wakes up from a nightmare and gets out their tent and David sees them at the dock

Fluff!!

Enjoy reading 📖

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Y/N's POV:

•I woke up sweating from a really bad nightmare.

•I got out my tent, and went to the dock. Staring at the water. It felt cold a little. You saw a pile of rocks and decided to grab some of it and kept throwing them in the water.

="Y/N?, Why are you awake at such a late time?

•Suprised, you throw rocks at the man.

="Ow!- Heeey!- Its just- Its- Me- David!"

="Cheese and Rice David! What the fuck?!"

•Both of you whisper yelled.

="So- sorry!, i just... Didnt mean to scare ya there kiddo... Why are you.. Awake?"

•He asks, his voice cracks a little.

="Just go away, its none of your business camp fucker."

•You turn and keep continuing to throw rocks at the water.

David's POV:

• 'What happened to them?..' I thought. I sat next to them.

="Listen, i told you already told you, Go away."

="No, not unless you tell me what happened."

•They seemed to stop throwing the rocks.

•I scoot a little bit closer to them and rub their back softly.

="Come on, its alright."

="Nightmares."

•'Nightmares... Of course.' I pull them into a hug.

="... Its okay."

Y/N POV:

•I sobbed and hugged him.

="Can i sleep with you in your cabin tonight David?"

="Of course."

#originally posted on wattpad #camp camp #camp camp david #child reader #david x child reader #camp camp david x child reader #camp camp x reader #camp camp david x reader #david x reader #new at writing dont laugh >:(

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daewontknow · 11 months

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just came to mind, also feels way too short but it’ll do

david x f!reader

slight poly!lost boys x reader

WARNINGS - suggestive dark themes, alcohol, mentions of drugs, angst, david gets a little physical, possibly some cheating

HAPPEN FOR A REASON

david turning you was possibly the best thing to ever happen in your chaos driven life. having a family who moves on without you, friends who would trade you for their fix, and your only escape is drowning it out with alcohol and whatever else you can find in the town of santa carla.

the night you met they boys, was a night where you decided to make an escape, and never return.

a rather calming night at the boardwalk, stumbling and swaying around with your brown paper bag, containing the strongest vodka you could find. you stumbled into the railing, separating you and your departure. swaying, leaning on the wooden post you bump into something. you open your eyes to see a man with short platinum blonde hair. he has a sour look on his face, which slightly falters when he sees your state. exchanging a look for a few seconds, you slightly fall, grabbing his shoulder to regain your balance.

“m’ sorry sir- jus need t’ stand” you mumble, slurring horribly over your words. he emits a chuckle, helping you steady yourself. “why don’t you come back to my place? me and my boys would love to get to know you.”

stumbling into the run down cave of who you have learned to be david, and his boys, you see three men sitting around. with david by your side guiding you, you take a fall seat next to a blond headed man. his wavy locks are longer than your own hair. your attention snaps back to david, when he calls your name. “are you hungry?” he asks, already planning. you nod your head, david smiling. “marko, food.” david orders. the curly headed one pops up, letting go of a bird. he returns moments later, with a box full of chinese food. david hands you a box, you taking a big spoonful of rice. the hunger you were experiencing was caused by your ingestion of an entire bottle of vodka. “how about something to wash that down with?” david motions marko over to him, whispering something in his ear. marko hurries off, returning with a bejeweled bottle. “be one of us”.

ever since that night you’ve been staying in the cave, and grown close with the boys. it’s been almost a year since you drank david’s blood. you and david have a rather special bond, hence having met first. but ever since a few weeks ago, david has been a little distant from you, and you are now determined to find out why.

“david, why won’t you talk to me?” you ask softly, as david sits on his motorcycle just outside of the boardwalk. david scoffs and stands up to try and leave. “david if it’s something i did, please just tell me i can help-” your cut off by a sudden outburst. “god, just stop! okay? just stop.” david yells, pushing your shoulders back and walking away. you stand there for a moment, taken aback. confused with what just happened, you venture out to the boardwalk to find the boys flirting with a brunette girl. staring, marko looks over to see you. his face drops and he stares back at your sad form. you sniffle lightly, deciding to walk back to the cave. almost back to the cave, an excruciating pain in your stomach stops you. you feel, hungry. but not for food, for blood. a little ways along the beach, you see two surf nazis. forgetting your morals and promise to never kill, you pounce on the two guys, completely draining them.

sitting in the sand, covered in blood you remember you were trekking to the cave. you decide to cut it short and fly. once stepping in, you immediately find alcohol.

“well i think- woah holy shit.” paul stops in his tracks walking in the cave. the boys have brought home the girl from the boardwalk. they all look around at the trashed cave. you stumble into the main area from your nest like area. you’re still covered in blood, and clutching a bottle in your hand. your hair is crazed, your knees wobbly, and you’re still pumping adrenaline. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” david yells, coming at you fast. “what’re you talking about davy?” you stumble back when david pushes you for the second time. “why the hell would you trash the cave?? and why are you all bloody?” he fumed. “i had dinner” you reply shrugging. the boys stare as you head over to the couch, dropping down onto the floor and leaning your head back on the couch. taking a swig, you look up to david. “i’m gonna need you to leave.” david finally breaks the silence. “what..?” you quickly stand to your feet, regretting it when your head spins. “get out.” david replies. “but-“

“NOW!” david yells at you. your eyes widen. you grab your bottle and stumble towards the exit. the boys watch as you leave, not saying a word. with no idea where to go, you walk down to where you believe the boardwalk is, eventually finding it. stumbling back to the place david found you, exactly a year ago today. swiveling back and fourth you continue drinking. looking out at the water, you think how nice david was this night so long ago. feeling a wave of exhaustion come over you, you decide to try and find a place to sleep.

deciding on the forest as a solid place to sleep, you doze off. sleeping all day, you wake to the appetizing sounds of the boardwalk. flying down to pick up dinner, you spot the boys and the brunette. scoffing you land near the entrance. walking in, right past the boys. they all look at you as you pass. searching around for a suitable meal, you finally find a younger looking man. you follow him out to the parking lot, and right before he gets in his car, you swoop him up.

after finishing up, you decide to go back to the cave to collect some of your things. as you appear outside, you spot all of your things that were in your nest, sitting outside against the cave. you let down your facade for a moment, before walking into the cave. you know the boys are still at the boardwalk, so you walk freely. you step into what was your room, which is now the brunette girls room. you decide not to linger any longer and you go back to collect your things. as you’re dusting off your blankets, david shows up. you stare at him as he walks towards you. “listen.. i’m sorry and-” you cut him off. “no you’re not.”

“yes i am baby, please.” he pleads. “you just want to forget. to forget me, finding me, turning me, loving me and replacing me. but i hate to break it to you, davy. everything happens for a reason.”

#david powers #tlb #david x reader #david the lost boys

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kelliealtogether · 1 month

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you, @cheeeryos for the tag. 💕

How many works do you have on ao3?

71+

What's your total ao3 word count?

1,130,187

What fandoms do you write for?

The Raven Cycle/The Dreamer Trilogy. I have hoped another will come along that will entice me enough to write, but, alas, nothing else has yet.

Top five fics by kudos:

Boxes on the Lawn

Open Door

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What It All Could Be

Going Back to These Origins

(I find it interestingly hilarious that 3/5 have titles from Damien Rice songs.)

Do you respond to comments?

I do my best to, yes.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Even when I get angsty, I still try to have a hopeful ending (at least in my opinion). However, the ending of Somnium is probably the most melancholic of my (self-identified) hopeful endings.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is tough because I always try to go for the HEA, so I'll say the most satisfying and hardest won HEA is probably Boxes on the Lawn.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not usually, but it has happened.

Do you write smut?

I do.

Craziest crossover:

I've yet to write a crossover, and I'll never say never, but I don't see any crossovers in my future. Fusions, though… I'm all about fusions.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, no.

All time favorite ship?

I think it's obvious. 😌 Pynch.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

In all honesty, probably The Rearview.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I keep my writing interesting. I intentionally try to vary my sentences so they're not all "Adam did X. Ronan did Y," change up length, and have gotten better at not using filter or filler words. Basically, I try to mirror what I like reading in my writing, and do my best to not bore a reader. I also think I'm pretty funny. Or I at least make myself laugh a lot upon rereading my own fics.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I have a tendency to rush endings. I get them to the happily ever after and call it a day. There's no savoring it or relishing in it. Letting them breathe a little and finally have some peace on page. It's climax, then boom, the end. I'm trying to get better at this. I also think I never include enough dialogue. I don't think I'm as bad at dialogue as I once was, but reading back through my fics, there's never a significant amount of talking going on.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I mean, for assholes who use Latin as their love language, I think it's fine. It has its place.

First fandom you wrote in?

First first was Mary Sue self-insert Flyers RPF. The one that grew legs and ran was Pierre and David from Simple Plan.

Favorite fic you've written?

*** **** because of the way I wrote Pynch's relationship. Uncensored, Vital Pieces, because cannibalism because I really like my writing in it and some of the scene choices I made. Ask me next week and this will change.

Tagging @emmerrr and @werewolffeelings if either of you are interested. 🥰

#my fics

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melodymunson · 1 year

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Get to know me

My name is Melody. I'm 33. I've been a Stranger Things since early 2017 and an Eddie Munson stan since May 2022. Writing requests for Steddie x reader, Steve x reader, Eddie x reader, Steve x Robin x reader are open! (Platonic Robin and Steve only.)

My former tumblr username was MelodyLangdon

About me: I’m a passionate concert-goer, a horror convention junkie, and a Halloween lover.

My favorite series are SAW, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, American Horror Story, Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street, Paradise City, South Of Nowhere, Rob Zombie’s Firefly family trilogy, and Hemlock Grove. I love thrillers and horror books and my favorite authors are Richard Laymon, Jack Ketchum, Megan Hart, Anne Rice, JRR Tolkien. My top favorite bands of all time are Type O’ Negative, Bullet For My Valentine, Otep, Manson, Rammstein, Motionless In White, Ice Nine Kills, Arch Enemy, Kittie, David Bowie, Motley Crue, Poison, Butcher Babies, Children Of Bodom, Apocalyptica, Raven Black, Straight Line Stitch, Depeche Mode, The Cure, and Ghost. Metal, punk rock, nu metal, thrash metal are my favorite music genres. The Soska Twins, Eli Roth, and Mary Harron are my favorite directors. My top favorite movies are American Mary, American Psycho, American Satan, 10 Things I Hate About You, Girl Next Door, Strangeland, Mistress Of The Dark. The coolest celebs I’ve met are Twiggy Ramirez, Tobin Bell, Manson, Otep, MIW, Butcher Babies, Elvira, Bill Moseley, Sid Haig, and Felissa Rose. My favorite actors are Keanu Reeves, Joseph Quinn, Joe Keery, Heath Ledger, Cody Fern, Bill Skarsgard, River Phoenix, Blake Lively, Megan Fox, Susan Sarandon, Amber Tamblyn, and Margot Robbie.

I follow back any active Stranger Things blog/fan who interacts with me and is 18+. Ask box/inbox open to questions/asks. Minors, creeps, bots, and anyone who’s intolerant towards women, any racists, any anti- POC/WOC and anyone exclusive of any part of the LGBTQIA+ will be blocked no exceptions. Intolerant of intolerance and my blog is a safe space.

My favorite Stranger Things characters are Eddie Munson (obviously). Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, 001/Henry Creel/Vecna, Joyce Meyers, Dustin Henderson, and Argyle.

Favorite ships and couples of ST: Steddie, Chrissy/Eddie, and Nancy/Eddie/Steve/Robin (the fruity four).

I write and take requests for Chrissy/Eddie/reader, Chrissy/Eddie, Eddie/reader, Steddie/reader, Steve/reader, Robin/reader/Steve (platonic Steve+Robin ONLY), Chrissy/reader, and Eddie/reader/Corroded Coffin groupie.

Works in progress/completed: My first Eddie/reader fic was rockstar Eddie x reader headcanons. I have also published 2 Steddie/reader holiday fics on ao3, an Eddie/Chrissy/reader oneshot, Stobin/fem!reader, and a cheerleader reader/Eddie 3 part series. My ao3 username is MelodyLangdon. My next fics to be published will be an Eddie/reader/Corroded Coffin groupie. Rockstar Eddie/fem reader fic series in progress.

18+ only and preferably 21+ following me/interacting + reading my fics. No exceptions.

My newest fics:

Steve/fem!reader/Robin https://archiveofourown.org/works/47570095

Older rockstar Eddie x younger fem!reader https://archiveofourown.org/works/47570314/chapters/119891428

My profiles/socials: https://bento.me/melodymunsonharrington

Masterlist: https://melodylangdonmasterlist.blogspot.com/2020/03/fanfics-masterlist.html

Moodboards: https://melodylangdonmasterlist.blogspot.com/2023/03/moodboards-for-stranger-things-fics.html

More moodboards: https://melodylangdonmasterlist.blogspot.com/2023/03/cody-fern-character-moodboards-for-fics.html

#about me #get to know me #get to know the blogger

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donasarah · 1 year

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Books I read in 2022

In previous years, I would set my reading goals to 25, 30 books, never quite managing to reach them. I have accepted that I am a rather slow reader in 2022. With that said, I set the goal of 12 books this year, averaging a book a month. This let me indulge in longer books, and take my time with denser ones. I finished 19, and I aim to read 12 again in 2023. In no particular order: -Star Wars: Specter of the Past (Timothy Zahn) -Star Wars: The Fallen Star (Claudia Gray) -Out of the Dark (David Weber) -The Space Between Worlds (Micaiah Johnson) -Into the Light (David Weber, Chris Kennedy) X -Carrie (Stephen King) -Jurassic Park (Michael Crichton) -Necromancer (Gordon R. Dickson) X -The Jewel of the Seven Stars (Bram Stoker) X -The Lost World (Michael Crichton) -Bird By Bird (Anne Lamont) X -Hav (Jan Morris) -A Winter Haunting (Dan Simmons) -I, Vampire (Jody Scott) -The Dying Earth (Jack Vance) -Eaters of the Dead (Michael Crichton) -Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice) X -Orlando (Virginia Woolf) -Trieste and the Meaning of Nowhere (Jan Morris)

The five books with "X" at the end indicate that I did not finish the books, and have no wish to return to them (with exception of Into the Light, which I will talk about later.) Generally, I feel as if a book has struck me wrong, I don't waste time finishing the novel. I have far too many books I wish to read to spend valuable time finishing bad ones. The beginning of the year overflowed from 2021 in where I read far too many Star Wars novels. While I always will be a fan of Star Wars, my time reading the expanded material has ended. No matter how good they are, they fail to inspire me creatively, ultimately being products on the assembly line. If I ever want to break out as a writer, I realize I must read outside of the narrow space opera setting. I read a surprising number of Michael Crichton books this year, an author I will probably never pick up again. Not to say he is a bad writer, but that he is one that doesn't really appeal to me on a general basis. But as I binged every Jurassic Park movie (and groaned at the franchise), I decided to read the books it was based on. My copy of Jurassic Park was actually gifted to me by a coworker from the Worst Job I Have Ever Had, so I had been meaning to give it a go anyhow. And it was just alright! In typical hard sci-fi affair, it had a ton of interesting ideas and clashing of philosophies, but lacked in character depth. Lost World, on the other hand, was a bit phoned in, and I do not really recommend it. It's clear that Crichton has an affinity for the Arthur Conan Doyle book of the same name, but the actual prose was uninspired. Eaters of the Dead, on the other hand, might be a contender for the best book I read this year. Short, fast, and historically interesting, Eaters of the Dead has amazing characterization of Viking and Islamic culture of the late 900s AD, and has a twist villain that blew me away. It was so good, I dare not read any other Crichton book after this. I do not want to bitter the excellence of Eaters of the Dead.

I cannot recall if I spoke of Into the Dark in a previous year that I gave it a try, but the controversy of the novel is what sparked my interest. Weber is not an author I would likely read usually (much like Crichton, I realize), as he writes mostly military sci-fi. This genre is not shy about it's right-wing slanted world views, and Into the Dark is no different. Characters love talking about their guns, to the point I would call Into the Dark gun porn. Aliens invade the "modern day" world (when written, 2010), and humans fight back! The twist is that the humans straight up lose, and have to be bailed out by Count Dracula. Yes, real Dracula. The most hilarious twist in any book I have ever read. I had high hopes for the sequel, released some 12 years later, but Into the Light hardly leans into the goofy camp of the vampire reveal. Instead, it seemed embarrassed that it had done that, and hardly brings it up. So I put it down for now, but perhaps in 2023 I will give it another shake.

My best discovery this year was the author Jan Morris, and her book entitled Hav (which is truly a novel and novella combined into one volume). Jan is truly one of the most interesting people I have ever read about, and it brings me such sadness to learn she passed in 2020. Her work and career stand as monumental inspirations to me, and knowing I missed the chance to thank her by just two years feels like some type of irony. Hav is a fictional peninsula in Greece, but the way Morris writes about it makes it more real than some towns I have visited. Her name was achieved in the arena of travel writing, so when Hav was released in the 80s, people tried to book flights to a place that did not exist. If that wasn't interesting enough, Hav stands as a scathing and humbling reflection of the European world, and ends on the strange foreboding feeling, cashed in by the followup novella and mirrored by how 9/11 shaped the world. All that would make Jan Morris a good writer. But her journey from James Morris to Jan Morris makes her legendary, because yeah, on top of being a fantastic writer, she is one of the first prominently public British transgender people, flying to Russia in the 70s to receive gender affirming surgery. Did I mention she also fought in World War 2, and was the first reporter to climb Mount Everest successfully? Trieste is the capstone to her career, blending all the experiences she has had in life and distilling them down to the characterization of a single Italian city (or as the book goes on to say, a city that happens to be the capital of Nowhere.) I cannot wait to read more of her work in 2023. Orlando by Virginia Woolf might take the spot for the best book I have read this year. It's the only book on the list that I plan to reread again, once I find a copy that isn't falling apart at the spine. For how famous and influential this book is, it is surprisingly hard to track down a copy. Across four books stores, two used two new, I could only find one copy, and by the time I was finished, the spine had completely splintered into dust. But it was absolutely worth reading, even in that condition, and I eagerly await the chance to read it again.

I, Vampire was a book I read based on the cover and back blurb, and it was the craziest book I read this year. A vampire and alien fall in love, while in the background the author delivers some of the most sarcastic and biting criticism of modern day capitalism I have read in a pulpy sci-fi novel. It's great stuff, and I can't wait to find a copy of the first book in this apparent trilogy!

The worst book I read this year was certainly The Space Between Worlds. I do not really have a hot take associated with it, other than it was a mess of a book and needed at least two more drafts to make it a little more readable. It's clear that this was a debut novel, and I did buy it brand new, so I wish Ms. Johnson the best of luck with the next novel. Here's to another year of finding good books to read.

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