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calholic · 11 months

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HIII!! I just started reading your posts and I love the way you write :) I can't wait to read part 2 of your lastest Tom x Reader, I liked it a lot✋🏻✋🏻<3

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you and your band went clubbing with tokio hotel

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: swearing, mentions on alcohol

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg tysmm 😭 i literally love youuu anyways here’s pt. 2 for you queen ❤️ AND unfortunately guys there will be no good ending #spoilers oops…

you woke up the next morning, restless from the night before. vinny, pauly and jolie were still asleep but you didn’t know about bill and the others. you quickly got in the shower, getting ready since you smelled like a mix of burgers and alcohol. you tried to stay silent so you didn’t wake anyone but tom was standing outside the bathroom once you got out. you jumped a little since he caught you by surprise. “oh it’s just you,”

you walked off before he could answer, trying to avoid him. you were only covered in a towel since you left you your change of clothes in the room. you could feel tom’s eyes checking you out and as you walked away he whistled at you. secretly you didn’t mind the attention but at the same time you were mad he was so unaware about what happened last night so you just ignored it and walked back into your room. jolie was already awake once you got back and you told her about everything. “so yeah i think i’m moving on from him. last night, bill told me he went in the bathroom with a girl,” you explained.

“no way, he’s such a man whore,” she said. “yeah and i got out the shower and i could feel his eyes on me, like he was checking me out,” you said. “god he’s acting like nothing happened and the way he flirts with you and has the nerve to flirt with other girls is so gross,” jolie said. bill walked into the room after and asked if you guys wanted breakfast. “sure, are georg and gustav awake?” you asked. “not yet, i’ll go wake the while you wake pauly and vinny okay?” bill said before leaving. you and jolie woke the two up and got ready to go to your guys’ favorite diner.

you guys walked to the diner since it was just two blocks away. during the short walk, you stayed away from tom and made sure you didn’t walk by him. jolie, you and gustav got to talking about the menu and what you guys were going to order and shortly after you guys made it there. you surrounded yourself by pauly and gustav so you wouldn’t have to sit by tom.

you started talking to gustav and slightly flirting with him, attempting to make tom jealous. you laughed at everyone gustav said and would grab his shoulder or arm. it seemed look work a little since tom couldn’t stop looking. you have to admit it did feel good to see him like that but it all ended once the server arrived. tom’s attention immediately shifted away from you and gustav but instead towards a certain part of the waitresses body. shocked but no surprised, you rolled your eyes and looked down at the menu.

after you guys all finished eating and started heading back for your apartment, vinny spotted a festival going on. “you guys wanna go check that out?” he asked. “sure but can we go back first? i need to change my clothes really quick,” jolie said. “yeah i’m still wearing clothes from yesterday, we’re gonna go back to the hotel real fast,” tom said. “the clothes you fucked that girl in,” you whispered under your breath. tom didn’t hear what you said but jolie and bill did. “alright then meet you guys here in a few,” pauly said as you guys ran back to the apartment.

you decided to get changed as well since your outfits wasn’t the most flattering either. “were you flirting with gustav at the diner?” jolie asked. “why? could you tell?” you aske hoping she wasn’t the only one that did. she scoffed, “yeah, tom was staring you down too, i think you made him jealous or something,” she said. “yeah that’s what i tried to do but he still seems so clueless,” you replied. “maybe things well get better tonight,” said jolie. the two of you got done changing and went outside where pauly and vinny were waiting.

you guys made your way back to the festival and it seemed the others hadn’t arrived yet. you gave bill a call and he said that they would be a little late since they got in trouble with their manager for not coming home last night. you and jolie decided to walk around a bit while vinny and pauly waited for them at the entrance. “this place is huge,” you said. “yeah and there are so many food stands,” she replied. “anyways, what’s your plan with tom?” asked jolie. “i don’t know, i think i might confess tonight,” you said. “okay bold, but i’ll support you. what are you going to do if he rejects you,” she asked. “probably die,” you said.

you guys walked around a little and took some pictures as well. a few moments later you saw the others and you ran up to give gustav a hug. you noticed tom was looking which made you feel better, you all started walking around together now, exploring the festival. there were surprisingly lots of people there and food stands. georg saw a tried to hit on a girl that he saw and when he failed, everyone laughed. it felt mean but it really was funny.

bill wanted to go get some lemonade and you guys left after that since it was starting to get boring. you guys started walking back to your apartment until tom approached you but before he could say anything you walked away from him to go stand by jolie. deep down you knew it was childish but then you thought about what happened last night and your mind changed. you guys have already decided to hit another club tonight just we’re just going back for a pre party.

you all took a few shots and just chilled for a bit before leaving. “so when are you guys leaving?” asked vinny. “tomorrow, we have one last gig and they’re we’re going to the next city over,” said bill. you thought that this might be the last opportunity to confess to tom since you wouldn’t see him for a while after. your plan was to confess and if he didn’t like you then fuck it since you got it off your chest. a few hours passed and you were all ready to go. “hope this club has hot girls,” you overheard tom saying to pauly.

you rolled your eyes and you guys left. when you arrived at the club, it was indeed filled with a lot of women and you knew tom was going to flirt with them. you walked straight for the bar wanting to get wasted more than anything tonight. you ordered a few rounds of shots and jolie cake up to you a few minutes later. “slow down ______,” she said. “i just want to get plastered tonight,” you replied. “why don’t we get away from the bar?” jolie suggested. “fine,” you said, getting off of the bar stool.

you guys walked over to the dance floor where you saw bill and vinny dancing. you started laughing since vinny was a bad dancer. “nice moves vinny,” jolie said as the two of you walked up to them. “hey bill,” you said, slurring a little bit. “are you drunk?” he asked. “no,” you replied and chuckled a little. you guys continued walking and ended up by the vip section. jolie’s expression changed as you two looked around in there. she started acting weird, pushing you away from the area and suggesting to go some place else.

you didn’t know what was wrong until you looked closed and saw tom. he was surrounded by girls, you stood there watching him. you couldn’t move for some reason and you were trying not to cry. jolie tried pulling you away but you wouldn’t budge.

once you locked eyes with tom you let jolie drag you away. at this point you let all your tears out as you heard jolie cursing tom out. you wanted to see bill and tell him that he was right, that tom was a playboy who would never be in a relationship. you felt so dumb for thinking he could like you back. jolie took you to the bathroom and gave you a pep talk. “get your fucking life together ______, you’re overreacting over a boy that’s not even worth it, i hope you know that,” jolie said harshly. you knew her love was tough and that she didn’t mean to hurt you when she said this. you wiped your tears and got up to fix your makeup. “you’re right jolie, i don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you replied.

you tried convincing yourself that you weren’t hurt and it worked a little, you knew that the sadness would but like a train later but for now you needed to be strong. “can we go home now?” you asked jolie. “uhh yeah let’s just go get the others,” she said. you guys left the bathroom and went to go get bill and vinny first. “bill,” you called out when you saw him. you gave him and hug and he could tell something was wrong. “you okay?” he asked. “you were right bill, tom’s a bitch,” you said. he just hugged you back, knowing you needed the comfort. “i want to go home now, can you go get the others?” you asked. “sure, i’ll go get tom and georg, i saw them together last,” he said.

you called pauly to ask where he was and he said he’d meet you guys by the entrance. you then called gustav who said he was by the bar and would meet you guys by the entrance. you, jolie, and vinny decided to go ahead and meet at the entrance too, waiting for bill and tom. you guys were waving for a taxi but the streets were very busy tonight and no cab would show up. finally bill and tom arrived and you guys were all waiting for a cab now. it was silent and very one could tell something was up. it’s not like tom was ashamed to be seen hitting on girls, but tonight was different.

he must’ve took the hint that you liked him once he saw the hurt in your expression when you guys locked eyes. you had your arms cross, avoiding any sort of contact with tom.

you guys knew you had to get two separate cans since there were eight of you so to break the awkwardness, pauly started calling for a cab again. “______ listen-“ you heard tom saying as he walked up to you. you didn’t turn around to face him but instead you wished for a cab to show up right in that moment and luckily one did. “we’ll take this one first, i think you guys should get back to your hotel,” you said quickly as you signaled the others to get in.

as the cab drove away you could see tom’s expression through the car window. you knew it was heartless but you did it anyways, you were tired of being the one with the broken heart. just like you expected, the emotions hit really hard once you got home. everyone was gathered around you trying to be there for comfort. everyone each took turns comforting you and giving you talks. pauly even suggested that the group would stop hanging out with tokio hotel all together.

you laughed because both band were best friends and you wouldn’t let them ruin a good bond over something like this. a few days later bill called. tom tried reaching out but you blocked all his calls and avoided his texts. bill said he was confused and to why you’ve been acting up and he said he explained it all to him. you thanked bill for giving you some closure. you were letting go and moving on from tom, but sometimes you would see him at awards shows are some occasional hangouts between your two bands. it’s been a few years now and it’s safe to say you both moved on.

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: yall i’m sorry for shitty ending i’ve been trying to get this out my drafts and at the same time i’ve been lazy so i wasn’t giving my all in this fic 😭 i promise more fics will be coming with better endings

#no proofreading we die like men #2000s #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #fan fiction #2000s music #2000s fashion #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz x reader

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Minimal Losses // Jake Seresin

Chapter three // Protect Your Own

Summary: Jake spends the night and enjoys an even better morning only to come face to face in real time just how easily you can be overlooked. Defending your honour.

Warnings: SMUT! female receiving oral. Jake Seresin x female reader. Criminal Minds crossover.

Word Count: 4.5k

Author Note: Don’t forget this series is set in the same universe as NCIS // Bradley Bradshaw MASTERLIST

“You snore—“ It was the way Jake's morning tone sounded in your ear that had your heart fluttering in your chest. “Don’t even try to deny it.” You couldn’t help chuckle through your nose as your lips curled into a soft smirk. His Texan drawl was way more prominent in the early hours of the morning.

“You talk in your sleep.” You retaliated. Pushing back into Hangman as he tightened his arms around your waist, you back flush against his chest as morning wood pressed heavily into the curve of your ass. “You have underlying father issues.” You hadn’t even opened your eyes and you were already profiling Jake. He smirked into your neck as he peppered butterfly-like kisses against the supple skin of the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “You were mumbling about him in your sleep.”

“Not usually the pillow talk I’m used to but it’ll have to do.” Jake was quick to manoeuvre himself on top of you. His muscular arms on either side of your shoulders as he hovered over you. “Tell me more about myself?” In the change of position the blanket that had been covering your chest had fallen down, exposing your tits in the process.

“Go on, profile me.” As Jake ducked his head to wrap his lips around your nipples. Sucking gently as a gasped escaped your slightly parted lips.

“You have commitment issues—“ That was an easy one to pick. Jake raised his eyebrows as you looked up at you with a mouthful of your breast and hummed in confirmation. “You don’t love easily.” Okay, that one was a little tougher. You let your hands card through Jake's golden locks as he changed breasts. Paying some much needed attention to your other breast. “You find it really hard to let others know you care.”

“Because I don’t.” It wasn't true in the slightest bit, Jake cared about those he was close to. His family, his friends, he just showed it in different ways. He wouldn't come out and tell Natasha Phoenix Trance he cared about her, but he'd never let her leave the Hard Deck unattended. He wouldn't tell Rober Bob Floyd that he cared, but he’d definitely go out of his way to be his wingman on a night out if he saw the shyer than most backseater blushing bashfully at one of the bartenders. He cared, he just wouldn't say it.

“Is that the hill you’re willing to die on?” You softly moaned in Jake's ear as his lips trailed up from the valley of your breasts up to your neck before making his way back to your lips. Loving up every inch of you in the early hours of the morning. “Because if so, you’ll die a less than noble death Hangman.”

“Tell me more about myself.” He was relentless in his assault, soft and completely committed to making you feel like the only woman he’d ever laid his hands on. You were a smart enough girl to know Jake Seresin had been around the block a few times, but what you did know was that Jake was usually a one and done guy–he didn't do second dates, if you'd call burgers and banging a second date. “You’re a smart girl, got me all figured out huh?”

“Easy to figure out when you're an open book.” You tried to tease as Jake slowly but sure made his way down your torso, leaving soft kisses in his wake as he slipped between your legs under the covers. “Jake–”

“Love how you say my name.” It was like music to his ear, a symphony made just for him. With butterfly-like kisses trailing down your inner thigh, Jake turned his attention to your core–heat radiating as you hook your legs over his shoulders. “And I've always had a sweet tooth.” He smirked before blowing cool air against your sensitive bundle of nerves, bolting you down to the bed with one hand on your lower abdomen as you jolted from the sensation. “Needy little thing aren't you?”

“Please–” You whined before Jake licked a single stripe up your core, collecting all your nectar. “Ohh–” Jake could feel himself throbbing in his boxer briefs, deciding to grind his hips down against your mattress as he began to slowly eat you out. “Oh my gosh–” Coaxing you out of your somewhat reserved shell with every passing moment he paid attention to your core. “Jake ohhh myy–ahhh.”

“Feel good does it?” It was his way of reminding you he very much enjoyed foreplay, that giving head was just as good as receiving it. That it wasn't always about the destination, but the journey it took to get there. “Come on, don't hold back from me–I know you can give me more.” Jake was urging you to break free from the shell you used to protect yourself, his tone was soft and comforting as he removed his hand from your lower abdomen as slowly interested just one finger between your folds. “You don’t ever have to hide from me, tell me how it feels baby.” The term of endearment fell easily from Jake's lips as he continued to dive between your legs. Pumping his single digit in a harmonious rhythm as your rips bucked up to meet the hilt of his finger–fucking yourself. “You gotta tell me how it feels gorgeous.”

“Feels–” Shy, you were so utterly shy when it came to vocalising exactly what you felt and exactly what you wanted during sex. It had never been something you were inherently good at nor felt entirely comfortable doing. But Jake? He brought out a side in you that had remained dormant until he made it his life mission to get to know you when he’d seen you all by your lonesome reading at one of the booths at the Hard Deck. “Feels amazing, pl–please keep going.”

“Wasn't planning on stopping until your cum is dripping down my chin.” The way he spoke to you in such a manor made the coil inside you tighten. Noone had ever spoken to you like Jake did, with such intent and such passion. “But what if I were to do this, huh?” Another digit was added into the mix, stretching you out as your hands flew to Jake's hair. Pulling on the golden mess of bed hair that looked so good, invoking a sudden hiss to escape Jake's mouth before he was back at work sucking against your clit. Working you towards your orgasm.

“Oh god oh god, yes! Ohhhhh Jake, please don't stop!” You were too far gone to be worrying about what Jake thought of you, all you cared about was chasing the high he was coaxing you towards, curling his fingers into your velvet walls as his tongue flicked and lips sucked around your clit. Sensitive and throbbing. “I'm gonna cum–” It was his sign to continue doing exactly what he was doing. Never faulting for a damn second no matter how much his jaw ached or how badly he wanted to relieve himself.``Please–oh my gosh oh my gosh–” The best form of encouragement was always praise, in Jake's mind anyway. If you were close he’d keep going until you were there. “Oh sugar! Ahhh I’m cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! ahhh–” again, it was the best sound, an orchestra strung together just for him. Your fingers carded between Jake's hair as you tugged a litter hard, riding your high. “Ohhh–”

Jake had never tasted something so sweet before, something so addictive. He couldn't get enough of the way you were grinding your hips against his face in search of more relief. Your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami that had been building and building under the pressure of Jake's tongue.

“God, where have you been all my life?” Jake sighed as he made his way up your body, his lips tasting of yourself as he placed a gentle kiss against your lips.

“Probably in school.” You taunted having remembered how taken aback Jake had been when you told him you’d been a child prodigy. “You're like ten years older than me.” with a slack jaw, Jake looked at you like you’d just called him a fossil.

“I'm thirty three sweetheart, not that old.”

“I'm twenty six, it's still a very considerable age difference if you do the maths.” It was as instant and as comfortable as ever as Jake laid his head between the valley of your breasts, letting you combs your nails through his hair. “I think I see some greys coming through pops.”

“Oh okay you can cut that shit off right now Kas.” Jake stared up at you from his place on your chest. “We should probably get ready for work huh?”

“You wanna shower with me before you—“ You cut yourself off in the middle of your thought process. “Wait, you’re going straight from here to work? You don’t have any clothes?”

“Got a spare suit in my locker.” Jake was quick to sooth your concern. “Gonna have to pass on the offer as much as I’d like to.” Groaning as he pushed himself up onto his knees, you drank in the sight of his torso. Chiselled to perfection. “Like what you see?” Wiggling his eyebrows, Jake swore that bashful smile you wore was his favourite, he loved to taunt and he loved to tease. “I’ll pack you a few extra barf bags under your seat.” Jake sighed as he hopped off your bed, searching for his clothes as you eyed him off. Holding yourself up on your elbows. “We’re doing advanced dog fighting manoeuvring sometime today and I don’t feel like being your target.”

“You’ll probably miss out if I can help it.” Pushing the sheets to the side as you let your legs fall over the side of your bed. “You have to come sign some paperwork down at the precinct before you liaise with the NCIS and the FBI, you know—in case you die or something.”

“Should I bring my badge?” Slipping into his sweatpants, Jake sent you a Cheshire like grin. “I’m kidding.” He teased as he stood up, kissing your cheek. “I already know the answer was one hundred percent yes.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~**

It was the luck of the drawer and you most certainly had not been lucky. You hadn’t been able to time your trip to the precinct with Jake at the same time you were scheduled for more flight training. Your run time was only an hour long but god it felt like an eternity.

“So, Kasper—what’s it like flying with Hangman?” Coyote's voice came through strong on the comms. Unlike yesterday when the only people in the sky had been people completely privy to your situation, today you were amongst a mixed goodie bag of pilots.

“Uh, yeah it’s interesting—my last front seater was a lot more reserved, didn’t like to push the envelope as much as Ja—“ You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before Jake was inverting the super hornet just for fun, because he could.

“Uh I’m sorry lieutenant Jackson what was that?” You couldn’t see Jake's smirk but you could hear it as he dropped a little unexpectedly, causing you to squeal for a brief moment until he reoriented. “Thought I heard you talking smack back there.” He didn’t have to turn around to know all the colour from your body had drained. Your stomach had gone haywire and before you knew it? You were filling one of those emergency vomit bags.

“Poor girl’s suffering more than any of us ever had to damn.” Coyote chuckled as he heard you emptying the contents of your stomach, it wasn’t as bad as yesterday though. “Come on man, take it easy on her she’s had enough—“

“Jake, my nose is bleeding.” It was the way you said it that had Jake wiping the smile from his face in an instant. “I think I need to—“ You didn’t even need to finish your sentence before Hangman was radioing in.

“This is Hangman and Kasper, we’re requesting an early landing—Kasper here’s sprung a leak.” Range control granted permission to land and you’d never been more thankful.

“Fuck if it’s that easy, I’ve gotta take a crap can I request permission to land early?” The difference between Coyote and Hangman were two very prominent things that led to the answers they received. One being Jake was privy to all aspects of this mission, he was your partner as much as he was your front seater. And two? He’d already managed to rack up an extra fifty hours of flight time which meant he truly didn’t need to worry about an early landing. Coyote however, was neither privy nor had additional hours banked. He shouldn’t have been as disappointed as he was when he received a negative back from range control.

“I’m assuming you’re here for Y/n and Lieutenant Seresin?” Admiral Bates didn’t have to turn his head as he addressed Agent Bradshaw upon her arrival. He could recognise her footsteps.

“How’s she holding up?” She asked inquisitively as her eyes caught sight of Jake coming down the tarmac helping to guide you as you held your head back trying to stop the Fossett that your nose had become.

“For someone impersonating a naval aviator I pray she’s better at her own job than the one she’s trying to pass herself off as.”

“What did you do to her!” Jake would have put his hands up In defence as the heavy pregnant better half of the bradshaw bunch came at him like a steam train—but he kept them on you, guiding you instead. “Jake, I need her in one piece, you can’t be thrashing her around for the fun of it!” It was the slap to the back of the head that really had you laughing.

“Okay Woah!” Jake huffed. “One, don’t hit me like that and two, I didn’t know her nose was gonna bleed like this!” Helping you sit down on a vacant chair before darting off to grab the convenient box of tissues sitting underneath the whiteboard Mav used to draw really bad graphics. “God did they even ask if you were afraid of flying before you signed on to do this?”

“We did—“ Agent Bradshaw chuckled to herself as you stuffed tissues into your nose. “Her answer was she flew jet blue, and that was good enough for me to not put DiNozzo in a plane with you.”

“I’m fine, just give me a minute and I’ll be golden.” Sighing you kept your head back. “I’m really just hoping I don’t have to get on a plane while aboard.”

“Considering you're losing about a litre of blood out your nose Dr, I’m sure we can make some adjustments to the arrangements to ensure minimal flight time.” Agent Bradshaw cooed as he rubbed her belly softly. “I need you both at the precinct once you're cleaned up, Jake has paperwork to sign and the rest of your team to meet.” Jake raised his brows in disbelief when Rooster's wife had called you Dr. “Have either of you seen my husband anywhere?”

“Can’t say I have ma’am.” You groaned as you felt like the bleeding was slowing down. “But yeah, we’ll go over now.” Agent Bradshaw didn’t stick around too long after that, she left in search of her husband. “God, I’m not cut out for this—“ Your glasses seemed pointless to be wearing right now, ripping them off your face in a huff you folded them into the pocket of your flight suit. Jake's eyes trailed down to where your name tag was—it read Jackson as if that was your real name.

“Why did Gibbs call you Dr?” Jake questioned as he kneeled before you, helping to clean your face from the blood that had started to dry. “What haven’t you told me? I know you’re some sort of prodigy, but still? You’re too young to have gone to medical school.”

“PHD’s Hangman, three of them.” It wasn’t that you weren’t going to tell him, it’s just whenever people found out they treated you differently.

“You really are some sort of genius aren’t you?” Jake's eyes never faulted as he helped clean you up. It was a nice change to the recoil most men gave you when they found out you were indefinitely brilliant minded.

“Uh, I don’t necessarily believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified—“ You tried to explain as you fort of getting lost in Jake's eyes. “But I do have an IQ of one hundred and eighty seven and an eidetic memory which means I can read over twenty thousand words per minute.” Silence, Jake Seresin stared at you in utter silence before he cleared his throat.

“Yeah well not to blow my own horn or anything but I was the top of my maths class all through college.” He beamed, it brought out such an addictive laugh from you. Jake swore then and there he’d do just about anything to hear your laugh. “Still pretty good at it too—“

“So you’re a maths kid then? Is that what you’re telling me, Hangman?” The way you looked at him, Jake could barely keep it together. It was the way you wanted to see him for all that he was and not just who he thought people wanted him to be. You valued his identity—something he’d always struggled to identify. Something he’d always been torn over.

He was undeniably falling fast and falling hard. Jake had never known this feeling before—it was uncharacteristic for him to want to spend all his waking moments with someone. Usually the type to turn and hightail it out of the situation when he sensed it getting too serious. But with you? Well—

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone because I’ll never live it down.”

You were just different. Uniquely you.

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It wasn't a far drive from the Miramar base to the precinct. In total it was about a fifteen minute drive. In the time it had taken you to get from point A to point B Jake had gone through the entire content of your centre console and your glove compartment. Picking your brain about your obscure collection of CD’s, ranging from Taylor Swift to ACDC.

“You're going to mess up my system, stop snooping!” Jake had been flicking through your carefully organised CD case, alphabetical and numerical order based on last name and date of release. To you it made perfect sense as to where everything sat neatly tucked into the sleeves. To Jake it made no sense at all. “Are you right there just going through all my stuff?”

“Why do you have all these if you have a bluetooth system?” Jake asked as he turned his attention to you, slightly turning in the passenger's seat–watching as you drove with your hands a ten and two. “Seems pointless, you know Spotify exists right?”

“Do you not collect anything?” Jake didn't feel like it was the appropriate time to bring up the collection of baseball cards he had in a couple of boxes at his parents place, just deciding it was better off to act the fool instead of putting his childhood desire to have the biggest collection to date on the backburner. “My CD collection should be none of your concern—“

“Just curious, I mean, I guess it’s not as bad as the collection of gum wrappers you’ve got going on in your centre console.” You didn’t dignify Jake with a response, you simply decided to roll your eyes and huff a small sigh as you pulled up to the check in gate. “Oh, I’ll get my badge!” Jake beamed as he shuffled around to fish the NCIS badge Agent Bradshaw had given him—it carried no weight but still, Jake seemed fixated on it. Craning your head as you rolled down your window you raised a single eyebrow.

“Did you actually bring it?”

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t I? It's the best thing ever.” It was the laughter that filled the car for a brief moment that almost had you forgetting what you had brought Jake here to do, but most importantly who he was here to meet.

“You’re an idiot.” Shaking your head, you turned your attention back to the guard at the gate. He was waiting for you to present yourself. Flipping open your credentials, you handed them over. “Hi, Special Agent Y/n Y/l/n—I’m here with Lieutenant Jake Seresin here to see Aaron Hotchner and Dr. Spencer Reid—“ You’d gotten an email only yesterday confirming that your team would be trickling in as of today, Hotch and Spencer had been the first to fly in.

“Do you have another form of ID ma’am?” The officer sitting in the little booth asked as he held onto your FBI credentials.

“Um—“ You really weren’t expecting him to ask for anything else, reaching down to grab your purse that sat at Jake's feet. “I have my licence and registration? Would that do?”

“Have you got a clarence request?” Jake frowned as he leaned over your centre console to get a better view at the guy giving you a hard time. “That would be preferable—“

“Is there a problem—“ Jake tried to read the guy's name on the badge he wore on his shirt, but he couldn’t quite get a read on it. “Pal?”

“No sir, no problem here so long as miss Y/l/n here can provide the proper documentation.”

“Proper Documentation?” You questioned. “I just handed you my federally issued and national recognised badge and credentials, I don’t understand why providing a clearance request would be more beneficial.” Without skipping a beat the officer holding your badge hostage responded with a tone you hadn’t heard since being in North Island.

“Well ma’am, what are the chances you’d have two fake documents upon your persons.” Believe it or not? This hadn’t been and certainly wouldn’t be the last time you’d been stopped by security. It was always your age, it was always your goddamn age. “I find it hard to believe someone born in nineteen ninety six is a federal agent of this Clarence level—next time you wanna fake an ID, perhaps start smaller and work your way up, like a licence or library card.” Shrugging you off with a menacing smile, he tossed your badge back into your lap through your window. “Better luck next time, main office hours are eight till eight, you’ll find the admin building around the front.”

“Oh—wait but!!” Before you could defend yourself the window to the guards booth had been slammed shut. “Unbelievable.”

“That guy couldn’t hit water if he fell out of a goddamn boat Kas—“ Jake groaned as he unclipped his seatbelt. “Wait here.” Before you could register what was happening, Jake was out of the car and taking prominent strides around the bonnet of your car. “Hey!” Tapping his knuckle against the glass, Jake's eyes were wide and full of rage. “You wanna explain where you get off disrespecting a federal agent like that?” You’d later find out the guards name was Blake, he hadn’t even opened his window far enough for Jake to get a finger in before he was mouthing off again.

“If she can provide me with the proper documentation that she is who she says she is I can open the booth—until then she’ll have to go through the proper procedures at reception like the rest of—“

“Listen here dickhead, Special Agent Kas here could probably decipher things about you just by the smell of the shit on the bottom of your shoe—you really wanna get on her bad side?” Jake wasn’t having it, slamming his hand against the glass hard enough to nearly pop it off the hinges it ran across. “You might want to rethink your decision to degrade her to a fake, because once we get in there so help me god I won’t let you forget the day you ended your own career as a glorified hall monitor.”

“Jake! Jesus—it’s fine I’ll just call Hotch and he can sort this out yeah?” You were out of the car in seconds. Your hand on Jake's chest, you could feel his heart beating out of his chest. “It’s alright—“

“Nothing about this is alright! This guy is totally out of line Kas how are you being so calm about this?”

“Because believe it or not this isn’t the first time something like this has happened—“ Jake's face had softened instantly when you told him that. What had you even meant by that, although obviously he couldn’t process it. “It's just something that happens alright, I don’t need you with an assault and battery charge on your record because of me, at ease Lieutenant.”

“I’m calling security if you don’t move your car, miss, there’s another car waiting to pass.” Blake piped up as Jake turned to glare at him.

“You gonna call your own number? Thought you were security?” While Jake went at it with Blake defending your honour, you noticed the all too familiar, unruly, mop of hair attached to the tall but handsome man getting out from behind the wheel of the car now parked behind you.

“Everything okay here Agent Kas?” Spencer shouted as you waved him over with a sigh. With a slight amount of haist, Spencer was by your side in no time, flashing his credentials to Blake who went a nice shade of red. “What’s wrong? I went out for like five minutes, why are you blocking the entryway?”

“Uh, well I was trying to pass but apparently I’m an impostor.”

“According to who?” Spencer asked as Jake scoffed, looking down as he mumbled and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Larry Daley here said her credentials are bogus.”

“Oh is that so?” Spencer laughed softly as he placed his own badge back into his pocket, still holding a coffee he’d brought from the really nice cafe down the street. “So I should just leave you here then right? Dr.? Or should I tell officer Blake here that you’re legitimately a federal agent who’s time is valuable and that you deserve to be treated with the same level of respect he’d give any one who flashed him a federal bureau of investigation’s badge?” Spencer wasn’t addressing you anymore, his attention and stone state had shifted to Blake who’d lost the ability to breathe. “Open the gate—“

“Yes sir—“ Blake was quick in the draw for someone who was about to lose his job. You just let out a sigh of disappointment in yourself as you introduced Jake.

“Spencer this is Jake, uh—Seresin, he’s my partner for the Lexington.” You felt Jake take you in under his arm, drawing you close to his side as he stuck his other hand out for Spencer to shake. “Hangman, this is special agent Dr. Spencer Reid.” Raising a brow as you introduced your teammate, Jake laughed into the heavens above momentarily.

“You're both Drs?” Spencer smirked at Jake before letting go of his hand, noticing how comfortable you seemed around him. Something he had never seen before, your guard down. Deciding to take a jab while you weren’t paying attention.

“For a while there it was just me, and before you ask? Yes—I had the title first.”

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fanatic1997 · 2 years

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Nightmares

Rooster x roommate!reader

Summary: Rooster comforts you after you have a nightmare. You wake up the next morning tangled in him and you realize that your silly crush on your roommate has turned into something more.

Warnings: pure fluff.

Requested by @kp9983

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You felt slightly bad about the tension between you and Rooster. But you couldn’t help feeling awkward around him. Not since waking up this morning tangled in him.

The only salvageable part about the situation was that the two of you were fully clothed. At least you hadn’t crossed that line.

You chewed the last bite of your burger slowly to avoid speaking to your roommate. Luckily, you had managed to stay silent throughout dinner thus far. You had felt Rooster’s gaze multiple times but he didn’t say anything.

You watched Rooster finish the last bite of his burger. “It’s supposed to storm tonight again.” Rooster stated. He wasn’t looking at you. Instead, his eyes were on his beer.

Your mind flashed to last night. You had woken up in cold sweat from a nightmare. And then a loud clap of thunder rattled the house and you had screamed. Rooster was in your room within a second looking around for the source of your fear. Your panic must have been evident on your face because he had taken one look at you and he understood. He sat down next to you on our bed and hugged you. He didn’t ask. After a few minutes, when you had calmed down some, you scooted over offering him some space to lay down. He did and then cuddled you close to his chest until you had fallen asleep.

You fled the house the instant you woke up. You avoided Rooster in training. You had ignored the hurt that flashed across his face when you had chosen Hangman as your wingman. Hangman had smirked and made a comment about trouble in paradise, but you chose to ignore that too.

You would have avoided Rooster some more if he hadn’t made dinner. Your stomach growled the moment your eyes landed on the plate of burgers he was offering you.

He hadn’t said anything, but you saw the small smirk on his lips as he placed the two plates on the kitchen table. You felt baited but you couldn’t say no to food. The man knew how to cook.

“You know you can tell me anything.” You looked up to see Rooster scanning your face.

How could you tell him that you were avoiding him because you still hadn’t made sense of all the emotions you were currently feeling? You had realized after waking up in Rooster’s arms that you weren’t just crushing on your attractive roommate. You were in love with him. And you feared how this would change your relationship.

Rooster frowned when you still didn’t say anything. He finished his beer and then got up, picking up his plate. He grabbed yours as well and walked over to the sink.

You grimaced feeling guilt wash over you. “I’m scared of storms,” you finally broke the silence. “Because I always have the same nightmare.” Rooster turned off the faucet and turned around to face you.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to y/n,” Rooster’s eyes swirled with concern. He walked slowly towards you until he was only a foot away.

“My dad died in a car accident during a thunderstorm,” you swallowed hard. “I have the same nightmare every time. Ever since I was little.” You rubbed your arms suddenly feeling cold. “I used to lay my head on my mom’s lap until I fell asleep,” you inhaled, “I thought it had gotten better but I guess it hasn’t,” you finished.

Rooster used his thumb to tilt your chin up to him. “You can sleep in my bed tonight if you want.” His thumb stroked your jaw lightly. You felt your heart stutter. You wished this meant what you wanted it to mean.

But you knew he only saw you as a friend. “Thanks, Rooster, but I really should try to figure this out on my own. I can’t run to you every time it rains.”

“I don’t mind sleeping next to you.” Bless your roommate. He should be careful dishing out comments like that.

You tugged your chin away and shook your head. You missed the disappointment that flashed across his brown eyes. You stood up and threw him a thankful half-smile as you walked to your bedroom.

You tossed and turned in your bed. The storm had started half an hour ago. You knew if you fell asleep, you’d have the nightmare again. The first thunder of the night shook the house making your heart rate spike. You regretted not taking up Rooster on his offer.

I am a Top Gun pilot. I can handle a little storm. Another rumble of thunder made you jump. Fuck this.

You ran to Rooster’s room. His door was surprisingly open. You didn’t stop to ponder what that meant. Instead, you ran straight in. Rooster was sitting up in his bed. He looked up from his book.

“I can’t sleep.” Rooster nodded and closed his book. He picked up the corner of his blanket signaling for you to join him.

You slid in next to him. You almost yelped when he started to manhandle you until your head rested on his lap.

“I..” Rooster shushed you. He tucked the blanket more securely around you and then began to stroke your hair.

You were so screwed.

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Always Been You (Part 9).

Character(s): no-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!Reader Summary: You and Joel finally admit the feelings you have for each other. Word count: 2.7k Author's Note: I know this moment is what you all have been waiting for... so, I just wanna thank you guys for sticking around with this slow burn of a story. The next chapter is gonna be a good one (if you get what I mean)😉 Warning: None. SERIES MASTERLIST

The moment his lips touched yours, you melted into him. The feeling that filled your entire soul was something you would never be able to explain. Joel’s arms were strongly wrapped around your waist, bringing you flush against the front of his body. His lips moved slowly and expertly against yours; you knew he was taking his time with you, savoring every second of this kiss. Your hands had moved to the nape of his neck, fingers entwining against his subtle curls.

But before the kiss could progress any further, you pulled away. Joel’s hands slipped from your waist, staring down at you with lust-filled eyes, swollen lips, parted just slightly to let out a few deep breaths.

It was as if reality settled in and you were looking at the man you had loved for the last five years; this was exactly where you wanted to be, but why did it feel so wrong?

“Joel, I–”

“Darlin’–”

You both let out a quiet sigh and Joel gave you a subtle nod to let you speak first.

“We got caught up in the moment,” you whispered, hesitantly. “We shouldn’t have–”

Joel shook his head. “You’re tellin’ me you regret that?”

“No,” you answered immediately. “I just–”

“Am I not who you want?” Joel asked, looking directly into your eyes. “If I’m not, just– Just please tell me so I can move on, so I can–”

“Stop,” you interrupted. “Joel, this is just–” you sighed.

Joel knew that kissing you was wrong, especially since he was still seeing another woman. He wasn’t the type of man to cheat, but at the same time, he and this woman never had a conversation about being exclusive. It was like he told you – it was still new.

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted,” Joel admitted. He was tired, exhausted of having to hide his true feelings for you. Sure, there was that fear looming in the back of his mind that if he were to tell you the truth, your entire friendship would change, but it didn’t matter. Not anymore. Joel knew that if he didn’t take this risk, he would live the rest of his life wondering what if?

“Joel,” you whispered. This was exactly what you wanted to hear and you felt your heart swell with excitement; he felt the same way, but you didn’t want to be the other woman. Kissing him while he was seeing someone was enough and if things were to progress any further, you wanted Joel to yourself – single and not dating another woman.

“Let me–” he sighed. “Let me finish or else I ain’t ever gonna have the courage to say anythin’ else.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “I’m listening.”

Joel took your hand, playing gently with your fingers as his eyes dropped to his feet. He never really did know how to express his feelings, but with you, he wanted to just blurt out that he loved you, that he had loved you for the last five years, that you were the woman of his dreams, that you were the woman he wanted to wake up to every morning and go to sleep next to every night.

Joel wanted everything with you.

“The last time we talked, you broke my heart,” Joel admitted. “I never wanted you to go on that date because I– I love you and I couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else that wasn’t me.”

You gasped quietly, your hand squeezing his.

“I wanted to respect you, wanted to respect that you were still trying to repair yourself after Robert, but– I wake up every morning and you’re the first person I think of. Every night, you’re the last person on my mind before I go to bed. I think I loved you the moment you ordered a burger and fries at the Cozy Corner that night we met.”

You bit your lower lip; you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You noticed how he wasn’t meeting your eyes, afraid that if he looked at you, his courage was going to dwindle away. So, you reached up to rest a hand on his cheek, reassuring him that you weren’t going anywhere. Tears stung at your eyes at the feeling that filled your entire being; Joel had always made you feel special, always made you feel seen and heard, and it was because of him (and Sarah) that allowed you to love yourself again, especially after Robert.

“I thought that by creating distance and maintaining a hard boundary with you that my love for you would just– Go away. And it did, for a while,” Joel continued. “But then I saw you at Sarah’s party last weekend. I saw the look on your face when you saw me kiss that other woman and it broke my heart… Because it made me realize that you will always be the one I want.” He looked into your eyes, stepping closer hesitantly as he leaned against your touch.

“I don’t know where this leads and I ain’t sure if this changes anythin’ between us, but I’m tired of hiding the way I feel about you, darlin’,” Joel admitted.

You cleared your throat; the silence finally consuming the both of you after Joel finished. He was staring at you, hopeful and anxious for what you were going to say next. Hopeful because part of him liked to believe that you felt the same way, but anxious because he didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t.

“You hurt me,” you whispered quietly. “The things you said when I told you about Sam, your actions afterwards… You’re my best friend and you had always been my safe place, but that–” you shook your head, biting your lower lip. “It broke me.”

“I was stupid,” he replied. “I should have just told you the truth.”

“Yeah, you should have,” you agreed. “But I think that it wasn’t the right time.”

“And right now is?”

You nodded. “Joel, I’ve been in love with you for the last five years,” you admitted, seeing the way his eyes slightly widened and his brows shooting upwards. “I’ve been too afraid to say anything because I didn’t want to risk this friendship. I didn’t want to risk what we built, the relationship I had with Sarah…”

Joel’s eyes softened instantly. His heart was soaring with glee; it felt like he could breathe a sigh of relief to know that you felt the same way. He knew you weren’t done talking yet, but all he wanted to do was pull you back into his arms and kiss you.

“Most of my life, all of my past relationships, gave me a false idea of how I should be treated. It wasn’t until I met you that I realized I deserved more than what I was given in my previous relationships.” You stepped closer, bodies hovering mere inches apart. “The amount of love I have for you, Joel, is overwhelming. I get so excited to see you. I feel the most safe whenever I’m in your arms… And I’m tired too. Tired of holding back and trying to convince myself that you deserve someone better than me.”

“Ain’t no one better than you,” he quickly added.

“But this–” you whispered. “Can’t happen until you break it off with that other woman. We already kissed and while it was amazing, it felt wrong… But only because you’re with someone else and I refuse to be a woman you cheat with.”

Joel nodded. He understood exactly what you were referring to and it made him feel guilty, almost embarrassed. He should have known better; Joel shouldn’t have given in until he had broken things off with the woman he had been seeing. He certainly didn’t want to give the excuse of we weren’t exclusive because despite not having that conversation, Joel still felt like he had wronged her by kissing you.

“Okay,” he replied. “I understand. I’ll break things off. We can do this right. We can make this happen.” Joel said, his voice laced with hope and excitement.

“You’re sure that I’m the one you want to be with? I’ve got a lot of baggage. I can be a mess and–”

“I’ve seen it all,” Joel interrupted. He leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “And it just makes me love you even more.”

“I love you,” you whispered, feeling like the heavy weight on your shoulders had finally been lifted. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tightly against you as you buried your face against the side of his neck. This hug felt so much more different, much more intimate because the feelings you had for each other were made known now.

There was no going back.

Joel smiled against you, arms snaking around your waist tightly. “Hearin’ you say those words… It makes me so happy, darlin’.”

You smiled, turning your head to place a gentle kiss on the side of his neck. You heard him groan against you, the roughness of his voice causing your entire body to tremble; you wanted to hear more of that sound from him.

“I love you, darlin’,” Joel added, brushing his lips against your jawline. “So goddamn much.”

You pulled away, running your hands along his chest and feeling the strong muscles underneath your fingertips. You looked up into his eyes and bit your lower lip, anticipation of what could happen running through your veins. You had to remind yourself to stay strong at least until he confirmed that he was no longer seeing that other woman.

“Let’s get you set up in the living room,” you said.

Joel nodded, dropping his hands from your waist and taking the air mattress from the floor. He led you towards the living room, where Sarah had stirred awake, stretching her long arms above her head.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Joel said with a smile.

You looked over at her and smiled, sitting down next to her as she curled against your side. “Did we wake you?”

Sarah shook her head, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Are we having a sleepover?”

“That okay?” Joel asked, setting up the air mattress. “We didn’t want to wake you, so darlin’ here invited us to spend the night.”

Sarah grinned excitedly, looking between you and her dad with an arched brow. She was too smart and too observant for her own good because she gently nudged your side, flashing you a playful wink. “Did you finally kiss my dad?” she whispered over to you.

Your eyes widened and you poked her side, hearing Sarah let out a quiet squeak in surprise. “Hush you.”

“You did, didn’t you!?”

“Did what?” Joel asked, the quiet hum of the air mattress being inflated filtering the living room.

“Nothing,” you answered. “Sarah, come help me with grabbing some blankets and pillows.” You stood up from the couch and Sarah followed you eagerly, skipping behind you towards the hallway.

“You kissed him,” she giggled and reached for your hand, turning you around. “Are you happy? Is he happy? Will you guys be together now?”

You sighed and looked down at her, tucking the fallen strands of hair behind the little girl’s ear. “It’s a bit complicated, honey.”

“How? You kissed and now you guys have to be together.”

“We’re figuring it out,” you promised. “But, I do love your dad, sweet girl. A lot.”

“I knew it,” she grinned, taking the pillows from your arms so that you could grab a blanket. “You know dad loves you too, right?”

You smiled, kissing her forehead. “I know, Sarah. He told me.”

“He did?! Oh my god, finally.”

“Wait, you knew all this time?”

Sarah smiled proudly. “Yeah, he can’t really lie to me, so…”

“You’re too smart for your own good,” you teased, tapping the tip of her nose. “Now come on, let’s help your dad set up this bed so we can all call it a night.”

“Can we stay up? Watch a movie? Have some popcorn?”

“It’s almost midnight,” you chuckled. “You’re probably gonna fall asleep the minute I put on a movie.”

“I won’t. I promise!”

“What happens if you do fall asleep?” you asked, leading her back towards your living room.

“Then I guess you and my dad can cuddle,” she giggled.

“You’re too invested in this,” you laughed.

“I just think you and my dad,” Sarah smiled, biting her lower lip. “Are meant to be.”

You wrapped your arm around Sarah’s shoulders and smiled, kissing the crown of her head. “You know what, I think so too.”

Sarah looked up at you with wide eyes, hopeful and excited before she dropped the pillows on the air mattress. She turned to face you, wrapping her arms around you as she let out a sigh of relief. “This makes me so happy,” she admitted.

“What does?” Joel asked, arching a brow as he took the blanket from you.

“Nothing,” you smiled.

“You girls keepin’ secrets from me?” Joel teased with a smile.

Sarah then removed her arms from your midsection and lied down on the air mattress, grabbing the remote from your nearby coffee table to search through some movies. You sat down on the couch and reached a hand out for Joel, who happily took it and sat next to you.

“She wants to watch a movie,” you told him.

“She’s gonna be asleep as soon as a movie starts.”

“That’s what I told her. She’s stubborn.”

“I can hear you both, you know?” Sarah chuckled.

“Okay, okay,” you smiled, letting her choose a movie. Once she did, you saw her lie back down and you reached over to tuck her in, giving her a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. “If you fall asleep in the next fifteen minutes, you’re making me breakfast.”

“Can I have coffee with that?” she giggled.

“No, but I will make you a hot chocolate.”

“Deal.”

Once the movie began to play, you leaned back against the couch and felt Joel wrap an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, grabbing one of your throw blankets to place over your laps. Joel kissed the crown of your head, feeling you snuggle closer to his side.

He couldn’t even pay attention to the movie; all Joel wanted to do was kiss you again, to take you to his bed, and cater to your every need.

Within ten minutes of the movie starting, you and Joel noticed Sarah quietly snoring with her back now facing you both and the television. You looked up at Joel and let out a quiet chuckle, resting your head back against his chest.

“She knows,” you whispered.

“Knows what?”

“That we kissed.”

“She’s too smart,” Joel pointed out. “But that girl always knew how I felt about you.”

“And I think she always knew I felt about you too.”

“Our little matchmaker,” Joel chuckled, running his hand along your back.

You looked up at him and bit your lower lip, eyes drifting towards his lips. “I really want to kiss you again…”

“Me too,” Joel whispered.

“But–”

“I know,” he nodded. “We’ve waited for five years, baby. We can wait just a little bit longer.”

You nodded in agreement and leaned up to place gentle kisses along his neck, hearing him emit a low groan.

“But you keep doin’ that and we’re gonna have some problems,” he teased, his hand now resting on your hip and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Sorry,” you giggled, pulling away to look up at him. “I just–”

Joel nodded, kissing your forehead. “I know. I love you too.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that,” you admitted.

“And I ain’t ever gonna get tired of saying it either.”

Biting your lower lip, you looked into his eyes and tilted your head. “This woman… You said it wasn’t serious?”

Joel nodded. “It wasn’t serious and it was still new. We were still just gettin’ to know each other.”

“And you’re sure that I’m the one–”

“Never been more sure in my life,” Joel interrupted. “This is our time now. I ain’t ever lettin’ you go.”

“Promise?”

“On my life,” he said, softly pecking your lips. “It’s always been you, darlin’. Always.”

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tackytigerfic · 2 years

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Howl

M ~ 8.9K ~ Werewolf Drarry

After an encounter with a vicious werewolf, Draco Malfoy wakes in a field hospital with a mangled shoulder, a furry little problem, and an inconvenient crush on Harry Potter. Potter, meanwhile, is still trying to save the world, only this time he wants Draco right there with him while he does it. Taking part in a rebellion against a corrupt regime isn't always glamorous, but at least sometimes there are organic farmshop pastries and fancy hotel bedsheets. Just don't ask about that smell of burning.

A gift for @cluelesspigeons as part of the @drarrymicrofic Wheel of Drarry exchange.

Celina, your gorgeous microfics always have such a sense of tenderness and longing. I wanted to bring some of that softness to this fic, which also includes some of your Drarry likes (werewolf Drarry, long-haired Draco, tattooed Draco - plus some long hair and tattoos for Harry too, because he deserves nice things). Thank you for all you contribute to this fandom, in the form of your lovely words and your fabulous modding skills.

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Mourning Moon

Draco woke up on a Friday morning in a field hospital in Grasmere, without a single memory of how he had got there. The last thing he remembered was being in London, not two streets away from his tiny bedsit, getting a very late takeaway dinner in the only burger joint still open at that time of the night. He was sheltering from the rain and unwrapping his bean burger—no tomatoes, extra gherkins—and had felt rather than seen something moving in the darker shadows beyond the mouth of the alleyway.

And that was all there was, nothing but a horrifying blank spot in his memory before waking up here on a rickety stretcher, feeling like he had been turned inside out. His shoulder was hurting badly, the pain maybe even worse than when he took the Mark, and he could tell from the thickness of the bandages that whatever had happened to him, it was bad. He could smell the protective webbing of healing charms packed around the wound, and could feel the dittany busily knitting away at the flesh.

“Another one?”

The Healer—who for all Draco knew wasn’t even a real Healer, just someone with an O in Potions who was handy with an Episkey—wasn’t even looking at his face as she spoke, just scribbling busily on a chart and then running a cold, assessing hand over Draco’s sternum. She raised her wand to his skin.

“Another what?” Draco asked rudely, just to make the Healer look at him properly.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Her voice was cool, the spark of her magic at his shoulder something like relief and something like an invasion. Behind Draco, there was a small shifting sound, a rustle of air and greenery and the warmth of something too familiar. The back of his neck prickled, but the Healer held him firmly in place.

Draco could smell the woman’s cold antiseptic scent and below that the sourness of too much coffee and the ripe smell of her body after what must have been a long shift. He could smell the ink on the quill nib, the same metallic salt to the smell as blood, and he knew then what must have happened, his heart kicking faster, the steep jump on the monitoring spell making the Healer frown. Draco allowed himself to stretch his arms, feeling the way his bones tightened under the skin, wrist bones locking for a second, making him think of lengthening strides, the wild rush of the chase, the thrill of a body made exactly fit for purpose. It was really quite unlike himself, Draco thought, looking down at his own bare torso, pale as a grub, his fingers scarred and splintered from chisels and raw wood, his Mark still there, like it always would be, inescapable.

“What happened to me?” Draco asked, needing to hear it.

“Werewolf. Bad bite,” came a voice—his voice—and Draco’s flesh pebbled into gooseflesh as though in a fresh breeze. “You’re lucky we were already onto him. If we hadn’t arrived when we did...”

“Quite right.” The Healer sounded disapproving. “You were lucky tonight, Mr Malfoy. That bite was designed to do some serious damage. Any deeper and you wouldn’t be here to tell the tale.” Her quill scraped against the chart again before coming to a decisive stop as she plucked it out of the air and shoved it into her pocket. “It’s almost as though it was… personal. We won't know for certain until the next full moon, but given the severity of the bite I think I should prescribe wolfbane. I'll check the dispensary.”

She was gone from the tent before Draco could reply, before the shame crept in a flush of heat from his chest up, before he could tell her he knew it was personal, before he could ask if there was anything that could be done for him. There wasn’t; he already knew the bite had taken, the wolf was in his blood. He could feel it as surely as though the fangs were still clamped down on him.

“It’s always personal with Greyback,” Potter said, moving around the stretcher so Draco could see him. Draco felt very suddenly like lying back down and having a messy cry. “If that’s any consolation.” He reached out a hand and patted Draco’s good arm.

It was almost too much, a sensory overload, Draco’s mouth suddenly wet and getting wetter, a prickle of sweat over his top lip, a greying fuzz across his vision before he blinked the colour back into the room.

“You alright?” Potter, at his shoulder, the scent of him already unmistakable.

“I’m—” Draco began, and then stopped before it turned into a growl at the sudden shift in the air, like a turning breeze. Not a threat, exactly, but something equally new and unsettling, the dangerous rolling whiff, the urge to take or be taken. He raised his head, inhaled. “Oh. You. You’re one too?”

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Hidden Feelings (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Mammon x gn!Reader

Warning: Spoilers from “Mammon in the Office”.

Commissioned by: @lann-de-lei

Prompt: Hi! May I ask for another oneshot? ^.^ Obey Me! Mammon x gn!reader Friends to lovers, Fluff SFW/suggestive/NSFW is up to you Scenario: MC unintentionally makes Hell Coffee for Mammon. MC and Mammon are friends, MC is suppressing their feelings to Mammon (because of previous painful experience with a cheating boyfriend). MC makes a coffee for Mammon when he needs to wake up early for one of his part-time jobs. They are not aware of the Hell coffee qualities, so when Mammon notices the extreme bitterness of the coffee both of them just think it's because the coffee blend is too strong.

A/N: Hi! Thank you for your commission! ❤️ Your requests are always so much fun to write, but I’m sorry for taking longer than usual. The conversation for Mammon in the Office is integrated into the story, but I changed the last part since the story in the game has more of a developed relationship feel.

Word Count: 3,498

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“You...got...this,” the nervous demon gripped the edge of the bathroom counter while staring at his reflection in the mirror. “I got this! So, what if I gotta work at an office...? So, what if I ain’t got experience? I’m Mammon the Great! I can do anythin’ I set my mind to! ‘Sides, I only need to talk to folks who call the company. That ain’t bad.”

He moved his eyes from his reflection to his unlocked phone and set as the home screen was the reason he wanted the job in the first place. “Focus on the goal. This is my time to shine...and make (y/n) proud of me! If everythin’ goes as planned, my brothers’ll learn that I can make good bucks without needin’ to gamble or sell their stuff.”

With an ear-to-ear grin on his face, Mammon marched out of his bathroom and casually gazed at this clock. “Dammit, I’m gonna be late! There’s gotta be somethin’ in my closet I can wear, right?”

He eyed his butler costume for a few seconds and shrugged, “It’s better than wear somethin’ that doesn’t match the dress code.” Ripping the towel sitting on his hips, he tossed it on the staircase railing - you were most likely going to lecture him about not being organized, but he didn’t have the time to worry about that. Mammon fixed his cuffs before taking one last look in his full-length mirror and winking at himself, “Lookin’ good!”

As soon as he stepped into the dining room, his brothers grew quiet, and all eyes were on him. ‘I was expectin’ ‘em to stare at me shocked an’ all, but why’re they lookin’ at me like I’m a clown in a freakin’ circus?’

“My, oh my. Mammon, what’s with that outfit?” Asmo gasped.

“Looking good!” You chuckled, showing him a thumbs up.

The second brother smiled ear-to-ear and knew if anyone could make his morning bright, it was you - his dearest friend. “The great Mammon can rock any outfit! Or did ya forget I model too?”

“So, what’s your inspiration for cosplaying?” Levi curiously asked, wanting to know why his non-anime-loving brother wanted to cosplay.

‘Cosplaying? Seriously?’ What else was he expecting from someone who watches too much anime and plays too many video games? “This ain’t cosplay! I got a job, all right? A part-time gig! They told me to come in a suit, so I’m wearin’ the closest thing I got.”

“You? Working somewhere with a dress code?” Beel nearly dropped his burger on the floor.

The youngest brother shook his head in disapproval, “You lost a bet. Just admit it.”

Here we go again - his brothers doubting him for every little thing he does. ‘I know I ain’t the most honest guy, but do they’ve to doubt me all the time? Not ya too, Lucifer...y’know me better than ‘em, so why’re ya askin’ me about losing a bet? Man, sometimes I feel like my brothers see me as a criminal or somethin’.’

Mammon ignored all his brothers and shifted his attention to you. At least he had someone who believed him; in the end, that was all he needed. Today was going to be a great day, and he was going to work hard to reach his goal!

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“’Bout time the day is over.” The Avatar of Greed loosened his tie as he entered the comforts of the House of Lamentation. Tossing the tie on the floor, he peeled off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. How did his co-worker do this every day? It was only his first day, and he felt like he took part in a war. ‘Nah, fightin’ in a war is easier than doin’ office work.’

As soon as he stepped into the dining room, he saw his brothers and their expressions - great, it was time to target Mammon, wasn’t it? ‘Why can’t I’ve one freakin’ day without ‘em botherin’ me or pickin’ on me? I don’t have any energy to deal with this.’

“Whooa! Look at you! Loose tie? Rolled up sleeves?” Levi laughed while scanning Mammon’s disheveled state.

“Buzz off.”

“You’ve even got that glazed-over look in your eyes!”

“I said I’m tired, didn’t I? That damn company is workin’ me to death...,” the second brother growled as he ran his fingers through his hair - Levi was enjoying this way too much. While arguing with his brothers and asking them to leave him alone, Mammon’s eyes desperately searched for you. ‘Where is (y/n)? I really need to talk to ‘em.’

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The scene at the office from the afternoon refused to leave your mind - Mammon working diligently and giving it his all without complaining. What was going on? He said he wanted to work to buy an expensive item, but for Mammon to work this hard and with honesty was indigestible, even for you.

“Should I ask him?”

“Are ya done talkin’ to yourself?” Mammon took the first opportunity to escape his brothers and sprinted to your room. As soon as he entered, he expected you to greet him with a smile; instead, he found you staring off into space and mumbling to yourself.

“Oh, Mammon, when did you get here?” The corners of your lips started to curl up but dropped very quickly when you noticed his pale face, disheveled clothes, and zombie-like energy. ‘Looks like the company took a toll on him.’

“Forget ‘bout that...lemme crash...I’m dead tired.”

With a chuckle, you got up and gracefully gestured your hand toward your bed. “The bed is all yours.”

Mammon thanked you in a small voice, walked up to your bed, and plopped face-first on the mattress. The sheets smelled just like you, and the scent was enough to calm him down no matter how much stress he was in. You watched Mammon for a good minute, feeling bad for him. Maybe he deserves a reward for his hard work. “How about I give you a massage?”

“Hell yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” The demon melted into the bed as you dug your fingertips into his shoulders and began working the stress out of his tensed muscles. “I’m feelin’ a ton better now.”

“That’s what friends are for!”

“Friends...yeah...” He didn’t know why but hearing you call him a friend didn’t sit well with him. ‘The hell is wrong with me? We are friends...so why ain’t I likin’ the sound of it? Guess the day has taken a toll on me...’

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Setting the cup of coffee on the wooden table, you smiled in contentment as you examined the fruits of your hard work. Hell soy sauce-flavored ramen, not the healthiest of breakfasts, but check. Blackbelly newt legs and fried scorpion sandwiches, still not a healthy breakfast, but check. To top it all off, a cup of coffee with a slight dash of milk.

You casually moved your gaze to the kitchen clock and wondered when Mammon was going to be up. On cue, you caught a flash of silver out of the corner of your left eye and felt Mammon rest his forehead on your shoulder from behind. “Someone is still sleepy. Weren’t you making fun of Lucifer for not being a morning demon?”

“Why ya gotta bring up his name first thing in the mornin’?”

A playful giggle escaped your lips as you gently patted his head with your left hand, “Now, hurry up and eat. I’m not going to let you walk out of this house without finishing everything I cooked. You know, I had to wake up very early to make breakfast for you.”

The groggy demon lifted his head to see a neatly arranged row of plates with his favorite foods. You woke up early just to cook for him? A warm fuzzy feeling spread through his chest and an expected thought crossed his mind. Why did this feel like a spouse waking up early to cook for their husband to show their support? ‘What in the Devildom am I thinkin’?’

With an grin, Mammon brought his favorite “Devildom’s best demon” mug, that you gifted him, to his lips and tilted it. The second the dark liquid touched his lips, every hair on his head stood up and a jolt ran through his body.

“Mammon? Are you okay?” You questioned after seeing his right eye twitching.

“Y’know I’m alive, don’tcha?” He asked, setting the cup down on the table while wincing.

“Well...yeah...”

“Then why in Devildom didja use so much coffee? This coffee is so strong that it could wake the dead!”

“Strong? But I just used a little...sorry, I will put less tomorrow.”

Mammon’s irritation deflated as he saw your smile fall. “Sorry...didn’t mean to get upset. Hey...don’t be sad. I will drink every last drop, ‘kay?”

“And you will finish everything I cooked?”

“I’ll eat every last bite.” He chuckled and ruffled your hair as you giggled in response.

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“Mammon, why are you making that face again? I put in even less coffee than yesterday.”

“The coffee is too strong.”

“No, it’s not!”

Lucifer dragged his feet into the kitchen but stopped at the entrance, exhaling loudly, “What possible reason could you two be arguing this early in the morning?”

“And here I thought Mammon looked like a zombie in the morning,” you giggled but quickly cleared your throat when he shot a glare in your direction. “Oh, Lucifer, perfect timing!”

You grabbed a plain black mug and filled it to the brim with the coffee you brewed. “Could you please try this and tell me what it tastes like?”

He graciously accepted the coffee and took a drawn sip, but unlike Mammon, his reactions were as expected. “I do not understand why you require me to describe the taste of coffee, but...the coffee tastes like...coffee.”

“Is it too strong?”

“Quite the contrary. The brew is rather mild.”

“See! What did I tell you, Mammon? I don’t know why you keep telling me it’s too strong.”

While taking sips from the mug, Lucifer quietly watched you bantering with Mammon, his eyes darting from you to his brother and back to you as he wondered how the two of you had so much energy in the morning. As he was about to exit the kitchen to find a quiet place to continue his student council work from the previous night, he heard Mammon say, “I can’t help it if the coffee tastes bitter!”

The Avatar of Pride stopped in his tracks and twisted his body slightly to glance at Mammon. ‘Did I hear that correctly? He finds this coffee...bitter?’ Lucifer quickly scanned the kitchen counter, only to find a glass jar with capital red letters “COFFEE”. He glanced at you and Mammon once more before exiting the kitchen with a knowing smile.

“I wonder...how long will it take them to realize...”

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For weeks, your routine with Mammon repeated on loop; you woke up every morning to make him breakfast, and he complained about the coffee being too strong. Eventually, the second brother got tired of complaining and dealt with the bitter taste - at least it woke him up.

“Good morning, (y/n)~! Ah, did you make breakfast today? If you don’t mind, I will help myself.” Asmo skipped into the kitchen with a half-asleep Satan following him. As the fifth brother filled his empty plate, the fourth brother poured himself a cup of coffee. Mammon silently watched Satan, knowing he was not going to be pleased with the bitterness of the brew, but much to his shock, his brother showed no such reaction.

“Satan, thank you for not making faces while drinking the coffee I made.”

“What do you mean, (y/n)?” Asmo asked.

“Mammon keeps telling me the coffee is too bitter and makes faces while drinking it,” you pouted, glaring cutely at your closest friend.

Out of curiosity, Asmo took a teensy tiny sip out of Satan’s cup and raised his eyebrow. “It’s not bitter. Mammon, what are you-”

The Avatar of Lust’s muscles tensed up as he snapped his head toward Satan, who was already looking at him with wide eyes. Asmo’s lips grew into a wide smile, and right as he was going to blurt the truth about the coffee, Satan covered his mouth and dragged him out of the kitchen.

‘Why did Asmo have that reaction? It’s not bitter...the coffee is not bitter.’ Mammon’s eyes gradually widened, and his breath got caught in his throat. That coffee jar with the red words! The prank Asmo played on the brothers before you came to Devildom - no way! Does this mean you...?

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The whole night he was tossing and turning as he tried to sort out his own feelings, so when morning came, he hopped out of bed, hurriedly got ready, and rushed to the kitchen. Mammon never got an answer to the question that roamed his mind - do I like them too - but he was going to find out one way or another.

“Mammon? You are up early...and you don’t look like you got much sleep. Everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I was havin’ a hard time sleepin’.” He gripped your mug in his right hand, still not sure if he should be ‘tricking’ you. Though he felt bad for not telling you the entire truth, Mammon handed you the coffee cup with a faltering smile, “I wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya as a thank you for wakin’ up early every day to cook for me.”

“That’s so sweet!”

As you brought the mug closer to your mouth, Mammon watched you intensely, his heart pounding out of control. He gulped loudly when the rim of the mug made contact with your lips. How was he going to react if you thought the coffee was not bitter? How was he going to react if you said the coffee was bitter? Most of all, how did he want you to react? His head began to spin, but upon noticing your tensed shoulders, Mammon held onto his breath. ‘What are your feelings, (y/n)?’

Turning your head to the side, you spit out the liquid, but the bitter residue lingered in your mouth. “Ew. Ew. Ew! Mammon, you were right! The coffee is too bitter! I’m sorry for not believing you. Wait, but why did Lucifer, Asmo, and Satan say the coffee was not bitter? Mammon...why are you blushing?”

“H-Huh? Oh, um...I’m gettin’ late for work!” With those words, Mammon dashed out of the kitchen at full speed.

“Mammon...?” Amidst the white, dust trail your friend left behind, you stopped in a mute stupor.

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A week had passed since the incident with Mammon, but you still couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did he run away? Why did he wake up early that day to make breakfast for you? Was it only meant for a ‘thank you for your support’? What was Asmo going to say that day Satan dragged him away?

Initially, you considered approaching Mammon directly, but you knew he wouldn’t answer. Heck, he had not spoken to you since the day you said the coffee was bitter. Why were you and Mammon the only ones who found the coffee bitter? The long list of questions had kept you out every night, and you were desperate for answers.

You poked into Asmo’s room, and the strong fragrance of the roses on his bedframe tickled your nose. The beautiful demon was busy painting his nails, and though you felt bad disturbing him, you stepped into the room and asked, “Asmo, do you have time to talk?”

“Of course, sweetie! I always have time for you~.” He flashed a warm smile and motioned you to sit next to him. “What would you like to talk about?”

“What were you going to say the day? Why did Mammon and I think the coffee was bitter, but the rest of you thought it was fine?” You spoke without taking a breath and added in a few more questions.

“Sweetie! Breathe! I am sorry to say this, but you should ask Mammon these questions. It’s better you learn from him than me,” his voice was soft with a hint of sympathy.

“Asmo, there is no way Mammon is going to answer. He hasn’t talked to me since I tasted the coffee he made and said it was bitter.”

His jaw dropped, and for a moment, the fifth brother stared at you without moving a muscle. Seeing your concerned look, Asmo gathered himself and attempted to smile, but you could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I cannot believe I am admitting this openly, but I am jealous of Mammon. Sweetie, are you familiar with Hell’s coffee?”

“Yes! I remember Solomon talking about it. He said something along the lines of the coffee tasting bitter if brewed by-”

Asmo watched your eyes slowly grow twice the normal size as you brought your hand over your mouth. You brewed the coffee for Mammon, and he thought it was bitter; moreover, he brewed it for you, and it tasted equally bitter. ‘Does this mean Mammon figured out it was Hell’s coffee? Is that why he is avoiding me? But...this means...I have feelings for...him.’

“Talk to him, sweetie. You two need to sort this out as soon as possible. I have been waiting to tell you this for a while, but not all men are alike. I understand the trauma you faced in your past, but I can assure you that Mammon is not like that. Remember, this statement is coming from someone who is not that fond of him.”

Asmo was right; you had to talk to him like a mature adult, whether you liked it or not, or whether he liked it or not. Taking out your phone, you messaged your friend to meet you in your room once he was free. After thanking Asmo for his help, you returned to your room and took time to mentally prepare for your conversation with Mammon.

As you waited for him, each ticking second felt like an hour, but eventually, Mammon showed up at your doorstep with a red shopping bag with gold letters in his hand. “(Y/n), you wanted to talk to me?”

Without beating around the bush, you looked him in the eyes and asked in a neutral voice, “Mammon, I know about the Hell’s coffee. Why didn’t you tell me you like me?”

The Avatar of Greed sat next to you, and with his eyes on the floor, he replied, “I could ask you the same. Why didn’t ya tell me ya like me?”

“A few years back, I started dating a man who I was incredibly fond of. Our relationship was fine, and he took care of me...I imaged a future together, planned everything out, and...,” you let out a self-deprecating chuckle, “and I found out he was cheating on me with my friend. The entire time, they were...behind my back...and I...felt like an idiot.”

Mammon remained silent but rested a slightly damp, shaking hand on top of yours. His thoughtful gesture made you smile a bit, “I figured out my feelings for you a long time ago, but I was afraid of telling you.”

“Lemme ask you this. Do you think I would cheat on ya?”

“No, but...”

Getting up from his seat, your dear friend kneeled in front, reached for the shopping bag, and fished out two boxes with gold writing on top of a designer you recognized. He opened one of the boxes before handing it to you, after which he gently parted the second box to reveal a matching watch.

“I worked my butt off for these, but I really wanted to get ya one too. Y’know, like a couples watch kinda thing. (Y/n), I know gettin’ cheated on can leave a scar, but would ya give me a chance?” He set aside the two watches, enclosed your hands in his, and poured out the feelings he had been shielding in his heart. “Ever since ya came to live with us, I’ve liked ya. I didn’t want to lose your friendship, so I never said anythin’, but after learnin’, you liked me too...I can’t hold back anymore. Please, give me one chance. I’ll stay loyal to you and only you. I promise! Ya can’t say no to this handsome face, can ya?”

The corners of your lips firmly tugged up, “No, I can’t say no to your handsome face, but...can we ease into the relationship? I don’t want to jump straight into dating.”

“You don’t need to ask me. I’ll follow your lead.”

“Hey, Mammon...”

“Ya?”

You rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes, freeing some of the tears that were collecting in your eyes. “Thank you. I look forward to starting a new journey with you.”

A shade of red crossed his cheeks as he replied in the gentlest voice, “Me too, (y/n). Let’s smile together...forever.”

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